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lost-art-of-world-domination · 2 years

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2. Adept or elemental?

Adept for sure. Obviously elemental would also be great, but I just love the variety being an Adept offers. Personally I’d probably go for Necromancy. I live not far from several hospitals and cemeteries so power wouldn’t be a massive issue, and the abilities just seem great, from creating constructs to shadow walking. Also, as I’ve mentioned before, I’m a massive comic book fan, specifically DC, so the similarities to a Lantern Ring are not invisible to me, and are an added bonus. One issue would be the darker instincts Necromancy can prey on, but I think those could be kept in balance. Apart from that, I’d say Sigil magic has always intrigued me, but I don’t know if I’d have the patience and I’d probably end up with a cursed pen à la Geoffrey Scrutinous.

8. Who's the most annoying character?

Honestly most of the annoying characters are designed to be annoying, so it’s hard to actually dislike them for it. So I’d have to go for the character who currently annoys me the most, which is Nuncle, from Until the End (Spoiler alert if you haven’t read it). He was just too vague and it felt like he interrupted all the other plot threads I was invested in. I’m completely open to the possibility that he becomes something interesting in Phase 3, but for now he was just weird and confusing, and not in a good way such as with characters like Finbar.

11. Best minor character.

With these books it’s tough to say who’s really a ‘Minor’ character, and I have lots of favourites who might qualify as that, so I’m choosing a character only in a fragment of one book. Mellifluous Golding from Bedlam. If anyone doesn’t remember her, she had the clockwork house with the walls of secrets, which Skulduggery and Valkyrie had to contribute to to get the location of Greymire. I think she was a very intriguing character, both for the manner in which she keeps these secrets, and how she addresses how a trans sorcerer would work when everyone already has taken names, which was something I’d wondered. Also the wall of secrets is just an excellent concept and a lovely piece of world building, and it’s so fascinating to imagine what else might be there. And the house being in the shape of a sigil with unknown purpose makes me think of Roarhaven City’s 7 sigil buildings, so there’s definitely potential for a return, although I don’t know if that will ever happen. So yeah, a character who was both interesting to read and fleshed out the world as a whole in a fascinating new way, and I think she’d qualify as ‘minor’.

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wallboys · 2 years

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I really really wish that referring to breastfeeding as “giving suck” was something I could solely blame grrm for but no it’s a real phrase

#HORRIBLE set of words #makes ‘nuncle’ bearable

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VoK 742: Ice and Fire Con 2022

The Vassals discuss the happenings at Ice and Fire Con 2022. Panels, parties, gaming, and the new Westeros sensation Molly Waters. Hosts: Zander (The Lord Baron), Matt (Blu3arm0r), Casey (blue-eyed-queen), Kevin (Nuncle Kevin), and Adam (drownedsnow). Spoilers: This episode could cover anything from George R R Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire Visit http://www.iceandfirecon.com for details and…

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arcielee · 9 months

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A love that burns.

Summary: Aemond is a man obsessed and you are the object of his unwavering devotion. Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader Word Count: 1037 Warnings: Canon book Aemond, manipulation?, sexual themes, oral (female receiving), p in v, absolute depravity and murder. Author’s Note: This is a reader insert, but with the third person perspective, it is a bit Alys-coded kind of? (I rewrote one of her lines in F&B) A big thank you to @bhxrdy and @itbmojojoejo helping me fix some mistakes and for helping me choose the title 💜🦝 This story is dedicated to the wonderful, the talented @aegonx who gave me prompt #371 by @creativepromptsforwriting. She also made my nifty banner for my blog, so I owe her everything. I am always happy to attempt any requests, I just cannot promise a timely fashion, as it is more whenever the muse strikes. Tags (Tumblr kindred spirits): @aaaaaamond @annikin-im-panicin @watercolorskyy @schniiipsel @sylas-the-grim @aemondx @fan-goddess @babygirlyofthevale @httpsdoll @theromanticegoist @assortedseaglass @amiraisgoingthruit @theoneeyedprince @babyblue711 @girlwith-thepearlearring @hb8301 @lovelykhaleesiii @darylandbethfanforever9

He was a dragon incarnate with the blood of Old Valyria knitted within the ichor that coursed through his veins. Aemond was proud, tall and lithe, his broad shoulders held back despite the burdened weight of his reputation that preceded him–Aemond the One-Eye, Aemond the Kinslayer, but those utterances only rolled like rain against the scales of Vhagar; he was unbothered, unharried, especially now his role within the kingdom elated with the title Prince Regent, and with it the Conqueror’s Crown to wear.

The metal and rubies held a weight that now grounded him, reminding him of his purpose, and he went to reclaim Harrenhal with the intent of killing every Strong bastard.

Here is where he had found her, an eerie calm amongst the chaos, silent despite the cries of mercy as each person was brought to the courtyard and slain. She had watched, unblinking, with an expression that was akin to when Aemond had watched his nuncle take the head of Vaemond Velaryon in the Throne Room a year prior; it had been a moment that kindled a bloodlust that thrummed beneath his skin, a vengeance that could not be forgotten.

That night, when she was brought to his quarters, she greeted him like an old lover, a sweet kiss pressed to his lips, her soft murmur, “I have been waiting for you, my prince.”

She came from a noble house without the wealth of Westeros, but revered still and old, old enough to carry the blood of the First Men and its mystical properties. She had followed her sister to Harrenhal when she was chosen to be the next wife for Ser Simon Strong.

Both were now dead and she did not seem to care.

“Then why did you choose to accompany your sister?” Aemond had asked her after; it was that intimate exchange shared in their bared embrace, nestled on sex soaked linens with her plush thighs serving as a pillow.

Her fingers thread through his silver hair. “The Isle of Faces,” and she smiled, as if she were stating the obvious; she leaned forward to give a chaste kiss to his lips. “I came to listen to the whispers of the weirwoods.”

Behind closed doors he was intoxicated by her proximity, with an unbridled lust that replaced the blood in his veins, as if she were the very embodiment of his siren call. They fell into one another, and he felt something that burned within him, something that perhaps was always there and only now ignited by her soft touch, by her gentle pull that brought him flushed against her chest.

Aemond would worship her through the night, drinking her very essence until the brim of her overstimulation, until he saw her lashes clumped together from her unshed tears, and only then would he shift his weight between her thighs, flushed and slick from her peaks.

He would move to press his heady cock, heavy and wanting, against her silken folds, and despite their many nights together, she would still feel split open, aware of the ridges and the veins of his thick member as he sheathed within. Her soft gasps came in response to his thrusts that would begin again the crests of ravishment that warmed her blood; and he would not stop his pace until she was a mewling mess, until the lewd sounds of skin to skin mixed with her cries of release, until his name was a repeated reverent prayer that spilled from her lips.

Aemond hummed her praises, his hot exhale against the curve of her neck. “The gods made you for me alone,” he would breathe against her lips and they would part in a silent cry, her skin pebbling with pleasure. “You were made to take my cock, and you do so well.”

His words brought her to the precipice and when she felt his hot pulse within her velvet walls, her own clenched in response to chase another climax with boneless ambition, with a sobbed release as the air tore from her lungs but she was breathless to reclaim. Only then would they curl into each other’s arms, their skin aglow with the intimacy shared, with the soft murmurs and quiet exchanges of lovers in their post-coital haze.

“I will have your son,” she promised him. “I can already feel the flames warming my womb.”

She was always at his side, devoted, everpresent, with a severe gaze that served as a balm for the Prince Regent in the most twisted way. They called her his Blood Queen as she seemed to encourage a sadism that pulsed beneath, speaking that the gods knew what had to be done and that he was the vessel of their actions, always encouraging him to listen to the beckon of the blood of Old Valyria.

Aemond became a man obsessed and she fed into his depravity; she spoke with such conviction and he believed her every word, her every prophecy. When she would take a boat across the waters, he would remain on the shore pacing like an animal caged, while Vhagar roared overhead, the wind beneath her wings causing turbulent waves that crashed against the lakeside.

She returned as her namesake with blood that covered her hands and her dress; she would whisper what she saw to him alone, of what was to come and what needed to be done. On one such day, she spoke of the betrayal in the Riverlands, of those who had chosen to ally with the Blacks and their false queen.

Aemond called for Vhagar and they climbed aback; she was knitted against his backside with her cheek pressed between his shoulder blades, and she could feel his rumbled command, “Dracarys,” to rain fire below them, scorching the very earth. She hummed her contentment, the scent of sandalwood and smoke, a scent that intimately belonged to the Prince Regent.

Her arms curled around his slim waist and he looked down to see her small hand pressed against his chest. Though the histories would recall all the ugly things they had done, in this moment, as his palm reached to cover hers, all he thought was how their entwined fingers were so beautiful together.

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whorefordaemon · 1 year

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Requests open?

Hear me out babe.

Daemon making love with his daughter!reader and rhaenrya finding out about them and started to be more observant towards them and getting jealous because she can't have daemon 🫶

"All that I am, belongs to you.."

Warnings: nsfw, incest, creampie, infidelity, Daemon Targaryen.

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Rhaenyra watched from her place at the table as her prince danced with his daughter.

She had no wish to judge, after all she looked more favorably upon her firstborn too.

And Daemon Targaryen's love for his eldest child could not be overstated. Everyone knew how much he loved the girl.

'My sweet Dragon' He called her.

He loved Baela and Rhaena too. And Aegon and Viserys were their little darlings.

But she was special. Quite obviously so.

She watched as Daemon pulled his daughter closer after a dip, his hands around her waist tightening and her eyes never leaving his. Her hands gripped his broad shoulders and squeezed as she let out a laugh at whatever he had whispered in her ear. A soft, sweet sound that had her husband smiling as well.

That was not how daughters act with their fathers.

As the song slowed into a softer tune, the kind of dance being performed also changed. The only people that remained in the center hall were courting pairs.

It should have been a sign. But she supposed Daemon and his daughter were too caught up in each other to notice.

Daemon did not ask Rhaenyra to dance even once, all his attention focused on his darling.

She laid her head on his chest as the dance continued, cheeks flushed red and a soft, contented smile on her face. It was as if nothing else existed in the world but them.

Rhaenyra gripped the table cloth, her nails denting her palm as she watched the two.

This wasn't how things were supposed to be! She was supposed to be the most important person in Daemon's life, her children should've been his first priority!

She watched, silently stewing in anger but unsure of what to do when suddenly, her half-brother Aemond stood up from the table, his fists clenched as he approached his wife.

He got right in between the father and daughter.

"Nuncle! May I have the chance to dance with my wife?" He asked, already pulling her away from Daemon.

Rhaenyra didn't miss the dark glower Daemon sent his nephew's way as he moved back to allow Aemond to take his daughter's hand.

His daughter didn't seem to enjoy dancing with her husband nearly as much as she did with her father it seemed. Because for the rest of the dance, she merely swayed to the tune and her smile was obviously forced.

Daemon wasn't doing any better as he sat at the table, next to her and yet it felt as though she was barely there.

He kept glancing at his daughter, whose own eyes often wandered back to her father even as she held her husband's hand.

This is simply not done!

Rhaenyra scowled. Yes, they were Targaryens and the rules and customs of common men didn't apply to them but, this was too much, even for Targaryens.

Fathers don't fuck their daughters! Even Valyrians refrained doing something so depraved.

She pulled at his sleeve, getting his attention, though it was half hearted at best. "Daemon, I'm not feeling very well, take me to our room." Emphasizing the need for him to be there with her.

Daemon sighed before nodding. He got up and went to his daughter. He pulled her from Aemond and whispered someone to her before kissing her forehead and coming to take her.

The sweet smile on the girl's face could easily be mistaken for familial love.

But Rhaenyra knew better.

As they walked, Daemon barely spoke to her, only holding her hand to help her balance. She noted how he didn't try to pull her any closer. There was an invisible space between them and it stung. Worse than she had expected.

He laid her on the bed, no kiss on the forehead as he helped her take her jewelry and the heavy dress off. He took care of her. But she felt no love for her from him.

"You won't stay?" She asked as he turned to leave.

He rolled his eyes, "I'll come back after checking up on the children." He didn't wait for her reply and left.

Rhaenyra bit her lip, reigning in the desire to throw something at him. She needed him more than the kids. Why couldn't he see that?!

Sleep evaded the Crown Princess as she waited for her husband to return. Tossing and turning in the cold bed.

Their children weren't toddlers! They had maids! Why was it taking him so long?!

She waited a little while longer before her anxiety got to her, getting up and going to look for her uncle.

She checked the boy's quarters first, Jace and Luke were asleep in their beds, Baela and Rhaena held onto each other in their shared bed and her little ones were asleep in their nursery. All safe and asleep, their maids present and shaking their heads when she enquired about Daemon's whereabouts.

Daemon wasn't with any of them. He hadn't even visited any of them.

Her thoughts returned to his eldest daughter. His Sweet Dragon.

She was married with a babe of her own. Surely she didn't need to be tucked in by her father?

Rhaenyra thought she should go back to bed but the thoughts didn't leave her and she found herself moving towards his eldest daughter's quarters.

Like the Queen and King and Aegon and Helaena, Aemond and her slept separately as well.

The long hallway was surprisingly unguarded and Rhaenyra held her breath as she went closer, just hoping the doors weren't locked.

She slowly pushed open a door, peering into the dimly lit room and as she took in the sights her hand immediately went to her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.

'It wasn't fucking fair!'

Daemon was there, his attention solely focused on the body under him. His hands had a fierce grip on the girl's hips as he repeatedly pulled her to himself. His large hands encircled her tiny waist. He grunted after a particularly hard thrust, making the girl shriek as well.

She was nearly naked, her skirts raised around her waist and the top of her dress unlaced just enough that her large, perky breasts were able to peek through.

Her hands were tightly gripping the bedding as she bit her lip in a desperate bid to contain her moans.

"Kepa.." her soft whimpers were nearly drowned by the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

Their movements were hurried and fast. Rough. Daemon's hands went from her hips to wrap around her shoulders, pulling her up and making her sit on his lap.

Bringing her closer to him.

The skirt hid the fact that his cock was currently nestled deep, really deep given their uncomfortable position, into his daughter's cunt.

She threw her head back, long silver locks splayed across her father's chest as she leaned back into him, a loud shriek escaping her despite how tightly she held her bottom lip between her teeth. Her chest rose rapidly as she breathed out harshly. Her breasts bounced out of her flimsy shift.

"My sweet....sweet girl. My dragon.." Daemon whispered to her in Valyrian. One of his hands went down, under her skirts which caused the girl to buck up into him rather violently, almost hitting him as she threw her head back and let out a loud moan.

"Ah!...fuck!"

His other hand immediately went to clamp around her mouth. But he didn't stop his ministrations. The repeated thrusts of his hips only increased as did the movement of his hand under her skirt.

She was trying to scream over his hand now as her bucking and shaking only increased. The way she moved up as though the feeling was too much but then immediately moved down as if she already missed him.

Daemon leaned in to kiss her hair, a soft gesture that bothered Rhaenyra more than anything else they were doing.

"Come on, my sweet dragon...mine..." Daemon whispered in her ears, hands slowly leaving her mouth to harshly grope at her breasts.

She immediately let out a loud moan before again biting her bottom lip in a vain attempt at keeping quiet. One of her hands went to grab her father's arm, begging him to relax his harsh grip. Daemon didn't.

"Kepa, I can't...I can't be quiet.." She wimpered, tears welling up in her eyes, making Daemon chuckle and he kissed her shoulders.

"We have to. We don't want to wake up our little babe now, do we?" She took a deep breath and nodded at his words.

Did the mention of her babe, her husband's child bring no thought, no shame to her mind?

"Kepa, Kepa I want another.." she whimpered, tilting her head to look at him. Her eyes hazy as though she had been drunk. "I want another babe! One simply isn't enough! Please..uh, uh..Oh fuck!...AH-"

She closed her eyes and her hand went to her mouth as she tried, desperately, to stifle her loud moan as she shuddered violently, creaming his cock no doubt.

Daemon groaned, "So tight...so fucking tight and wet!" She moaned at his filthy words.

"All for you..only you Kepa!"

"You want another babe, don't you? A little pure sister for our pure Valyrian son?" Rhaenyra felt her heart stop at the words she was hearing.

Their son?!

"Yes! I want a little girl..Fuck! Ah...And then another boy! I want to give you ten sons!.. Then ten more!" How shameless her words were.

How they pleased Daemon though as he groaned before pulling out of her and turning her to face him.

Her whimper and protests were muffled as their lips met. Her hands immediately going to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer in.

She pushed him backwards before moving to sit on his lap.

Daemon lined up his cock before pulling her down, closer to him, both moaning lowly as she took him inside her again.

"This is better isn't it, love? I can see your sweet face." Daemon whispered to her.

His daughter blushed red before nodding. Looking him in the eye, "So much like yours Kepa. I'm all yours." She told him, removing some of his hair from his face, tucking it behind his ears.

Daemon smirked before he thrust upwards, bringing out a loud moan that he silenced by joining their lips.

His hands again gripped her waist, taking advantage of her petite frame to roughly pull her down on him.

The obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh made their pathetic attempts at keeping quiet completely irrelevant.

She wrapped her hands around his shoulders, her nails digging into the fabric of this tunic.

Daemon's eyes were on his hands on her hips, intently and roughly pulling her, his daughter, to him.

Again and again and again.

She threw her head back, face and body twisting up in pleasure as she whined and moaned like a wanton whore.

"Fuck!..yes, yes, yes...Kepa, give it to me. Please...please, I want another baby! Another pure Valyrian babe!"

Daemon chuckled, bringing her head closer to pull her into yet another kiss.

Their lips met and she let out a soft whimper when he bit her bottom lip.

"Yes..another. A sister for our son to fuck one day.." By the Gods, his words were so vulgar...

She giggled, bringing him closer and holding him to her chest. "Kiss me there.."

Daemon obeyed and soon, she was again whimpering as he began to suck and fondle her large breasts.

Rhaenyra watched the two of them. So intuned to each other's emotions.

How sweetly Daemon comforted and spoke soft praises whenever his daughter got overwhelmed.

How the girl held onto him, refusing to be parted from his embrace even as he flipped them over, his body covering hers almost entirely.

"Harder. Harder please Kepa..please.." she sobbed as her pleasure peaked yet again.

Daemon comforted her by peppering kisses all along her collarbone. His head buried in her neck as he no doubt whispered soft words of love to her.

His thrusts became sloppy as his grip on her tightened. "Fuck!" He shouted as he came. Deep inside her.

"Yes...Give it to me please Kepa! I want another baby! So bad!"

Daemon grunted and leaned up to kiss her again. Both caressing each other as their lips met.

It broke Rhaenyra's heart to see the bliss and love in Daemon's gaze as he looked upon his daughter. And his lover.

She couldn't bring herself to speak another word. This was too much, she wanted to be gone from here. She couldn't take it.

This couldn't be true. Of all the people, Daemon couldn't have betrayed her like this. Not him! Anyone but him!

She still stood by the door. Long enough to listen to the final stab at her heart.

"I love you, Kepa. With all my heart.."

"I love you too, my blood and seed. Mine. All of you is mine..."

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valaenatargaryensdragon · 1 year

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could you do a one shot of alicent and viserys firstborn daughter manipulating and seducing Daemon to marry her instead of rhaeyrna after laenas death because he sees her as a younger and more beautiful version of her older half-sister. like reader is a girlboss cause she got him on the greens side and she got him whipped by her beauty and all the children she is giving him.

A/N: I hope you like it! Thank you so very much!!

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

summary: alicent and viserys firstborn daughter manipulating and seducing Daemon to marry her instead of rhaeyrna after laenas death because he sees her as a younger and more beautiful version of her older half-sister. like reader is a girlboss cause she got him on the greens side and she got him whipped by her beauty and all the children she is giving him.

Word count: 2,2K

Warnings: Smut, Angst, jealousy

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"Nuncle" Daemon turned around to face you, his eyes widened at the sight of you. You wore a black dress a little too revealing for a funeral but the innocent glint in your eyes showed that you did not know better. Your corset pushed your cleavage up for him to see and admire while your arms were showing.

"Niece" He nodded his head looking like he was in a daze for a second. His eyes snapped up to look at you. You forced a small tear to roll down your cheek, faking your sadness.

"I wished to give you my condolences, I may have never met Lady Laena but from what i heard she was an amazing lady, I am sure your daughters will take after her" You spoke lightly. Your hand raised slowly to rest on his upper arm to offer him some comfort. Daemon's eyes followed your movement making you feel a little scared that you were going too fast and moved to pull away but he grabbed your hand before you could.

"Thank you, niece, she was an amazing mother indeed" Daemon raised your hand placing a kiss to the back of your fingers.

"If you need anything uncle, do send for me, we are family after all" You batted your eyelashes at him. Daemon did not let go of your hand and instead kept it warmed in his own.

"I wish to walk away from this crowd, I have not had time to mourn properly, may I ask you to join me?" He asked tilting his head to the side. You had to suppress a smirk to give him the impression that he was the one to manipulate you.

"Of course" You pulled your hand from his hand to the crook of his arm instead. Daemon led you away from the noise of the people talking. You looked back as the noise grew further away to find your older sister's eyes wandering in search of Daemon not knowing that you had gotten to him first.

"I heard that you were a rogue, father mention several times that you have the characteristic of your late mother princess Alyssa, what was she like?" You asked boldly. The noise now was merely background noise but still it grew quieter the more he led you away.

"I am afraid I do not remember, I was very young when she passed" Daemon answered, turning to look at you. You faked a horrified gasp and your other hand snapped up to cover your mouth in shock.

"I apologise uncle, I did not mean to offend" You squeaked. Daemon swallowed thickly, bingo! From what you heard he liked innocent maidens, he liked to corrupt them, mould them however he liked.

"Nothing to apologise for, sweet girl" Daemon's free hand raised to touch the apple of your cheek. You averted your eyes and opted to stare at the sand below your feet.

"I should have known better than to mention another important woman in your life when you are still mourning your lady wife's passing, please forgive me" You whispered. He put pressure below your chin to get you to look at him. His eyebrows shot up in shock at the sight of tears in your eyes.

"Sweet niece" He pulled you closer in for a hug. Your wrapped your arms around his waist tightly smirking into his shirt. You pulled away to look him in the eyes.

He opened his mouth to say something but you interrupted him by surging up smashing your lips together. He froze for a second before kissing you back. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer to your body, every fibber in your body begging to feel more of him.

He sighed against your lips, his arms wrapping around your waist pulling your closer to him. Your fingers wandered up his neck and into his hair messing the half pulled up hair do. His fingers fiddled with your laces not yet pulling them apart.

"Oh sweet girl" He pulled back to look at your face. You whined at the loss much to his amusement. Daemon can be cruel but not now. He leaned down to kiss you again, much fiercer this time, slipping his tongue into your mouth forcefully to play with yours.

Your fingers trailed down his neck to his tunic beginning to unbutton it and he let you. This time around he pulled the strings loosening your gown around your body.

"Nuncle" You moaned against his lips when you felt the tip of his fingers make contact with the skin of your shoulder. He slipped the dress off slowly until it was hanging off your elbows.

"How pretty" He complimented, eyes glued to your breasts barely covered by the corset. He pushed your dress the rest of the way down to the ground.

"Someone will see" You whispered. He ignored you and took off his cape to lay it on the floor before he guided you down to lay on the ground. He took off his tunic before joining you down on the sand.

"No they won't if you keep quiet, sweet girl" He responded. You gulped but did not push him away. He leaned his head down to place small kisses to your jawline. He shudder ran through your body at his touch.

One of his hands was planted on the ground to keep his weight off of you while the other one trailed down to grab at your thigh pulling it up and closer to him. You moaned as he squeezed the flesh along with his lips sucking at your neck. Your heart was hammering against your chest and your were sure he could feel it.

"Uncle" You mewled, feeling his ever growing length rub against your thigh. You reached down to his breeches to palm him over the fabric.

"Eager are we?" He teased looking up at you. You moaned when he turned back to your corset to untie the laces that were on the front for once.

"Shit" he groaned as your breasts spilled out. He moved to his knees between your legs so he can palm them with both of his hands.

"Such beautiful tits" He was in a daze like state. He dived back down mouth watering for your breasts. He kissed and sucked as if they were his last meal. Your cunt grew wetter with his each tug of his.

"Please, uncle" You begged attempting to rub your cunt against his clothed cock. Daemon growled against your flesh, one of his hands snapped down to your hip to keep you in place.

"Please fuck me, uncle" You begged, leaning down to whisper the words in his ear. Daemon let go of your tit with a pop and droll running down his chin.

"Whatever my sweet niece wants" He hands fumbled to push his breeches down just enough for his cock to spring out, proud and hard, long in length with just enough girth to make you shudder with fear if it will fit.

"Is it going to hurt?" You asked, eyes wide as you watched him move closer to you.

"Scared are you? You were begging for it only a second ago" Daemon teased. Your breath got caught in your throat when he let the tip touch your swollen clit.

"Uncle" You shivered, hands grabbing at his biceps. He furrowed at the sight of tears in your eyes.

"Shh sweet girl, it will hurt for a pinch then it will feel good, I promise" He leaned down to place a comforting kiss to your forehead. You gulped but nodded your head.

"Shhh" He shushed as he began to push in, a reminder to stay quit. One of your hands snapped up to your mouth to cover it. He was huge, he was stretching you in ways your fingers never did. You were heaving by the time half of him was inside.

"Uncle" You cried, hands snapping to his chest to either push him or stop him. He paused his movement and looked up at your face. Tears were leaking from your eyes, your lower lip in between your teeth to stop your cries, you looked amazing.

"Just a little more, sweet girl" He reassured. He leaned down to rest his forehead on yours as he pushed the rest of him in. You mewled holding on to his shoulders for some support.

"Such a good girl for me" He praised, kissing your nose. You raised your chin enough to claim his lips with yours. Daemon was not a patient man and began to move giving you barely any time to adjust to his length.

His mouth swallowed your moans and cries. The uncomfortable feeling in your gut slowly morphed into pressure, and it was so very pleasurable.

"That's it" Daemon praised when you pulled your mouth away from his moaning in pleasure. Your pulled him closer needing to feel his flesh on yours. He latched onto your skin without a second thought, not caring if he left marks behind.

You looked up at the sky letting the pleasure consume you, Daemon was experienced, he knew what he was doing. A smirk grew on your face knowing you had won, you had trapped your uncle or at least your web had began to wrap around him.

"Good girl, taking me so well" He moaned in your ear. You cried feeling your release nearing. He kissed your lips to quieten you as your pleasure rolled into you. Soon he was following behind you but he was not even close to being down with you, no he will have you until the sun began rising high in the sky again.

"Rhaella, will you help your mother" Daemon called earning the attention of the six namedays old girl. She turned to find you struggling to hold the hand of your other child, Daelyx, your three namedays old son.

"Yes papa" She skipped over to you and took her brother's hand in her own. You sighed in relief rising to stand up straight again with a hand over your growing belly.

"Thank you darling" You pushed some of her hair back. She grinned up at you happy to help.

"Lets go darling, Viserys is waiting for us" Daemon reminded. You smiled at him. He was standing to the side with your twins only one nameday old yet you were seven moons pregnant with your fifth child. Your twin daughters giggled at each other babbling in a language only they knew, Daenys and Aera.

"Yes, my love" You moved to walk along side him or more like wobble. Rhaella trailed behind you with Daelyx's hand in her own. She was whispering something to her brother you could not hear but that kept the little boy distracted as he looked around at the weird place he found himself in.

"Do you reckon he will be angry because we haven't visited in a while?" You asked in a whisper. The lords and ladies curtsied when seeing before noticing the clutch of children with you and Daemon all white haired and purple eyes. Your wedding was a quick and small affair only a moon after the beech incident when you informed your mother that you had not gotten your moon's blood. She was furious but then seeing who the father was she calmed down and allowed the wedding instead of terminating the pregnancy and sending you to old town to become a septa like she original planned.

"He will understand that we've got our hands full" Daemon grinned at you, he flexed his muscles to bounce the two girls in his arms making them squeal with delight. You smiled at the sound of their giggles.

"I hope so" Your conversation ended when you reached your father's room. The guards opened the door and to your shock Rhaenyra was there along with your mother and grandsire.

"Granny!" Rhaella let go of Daelyx to run to your mother, he huffed annoyed and attempted to race her over to your mother. Your mother grinned and crouched down to meet the two of them.

"Welcome prince Daemon, princess" Your grandsire nodded at Daemon who awkwardly nodded back. You grinned at your grandsire who smirked at you proud of your achievement. It did not go unnoticed that Daemon's clothes were of black and green and no longer of black and red.

"Uncle" Rhaenyra earned your attention when she addressed your husband. He handed you Daenys when she grew restless in his arms. She grew still knowing better than to kick your bulging stomach having been scolded for it only a fortnight prier.

"Sister, always a delight to see you" You stepped closer to her with fake joy on your face. She faked a smile letting you hug her buying your fake innocence as if you could not see her longing.

"Daenys look, it is your grandsire" You moved away from Rhaenyra to sit at your father's bedside. He huffed tiredly but half smiled at the sight of your daughter.

"Daenys? like the dreamer?" He heaved. Feeling a presence behind your turned to find Daemon with Aera in his arms and Rhaella and Daelyx by his side. In that moment you were more than sure you had won, he had ignored Rhaenyra in favour of you and your children. He placed his free hand on your shoulder to show his support. Daemon was your slave now.

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