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Grapes and Denial

Part 1: Wine and Tea

Summary: Prince Daemon pays his lover a visit before her journey home.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW

Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long! But I wanted to make sure this was going to be a good read. Especially for everyone looking forward to this follow up. I did change the name of the main character’s home after rereading the first part again. But other than that this picks up after part 1. I hope you guys enjoy it and I would love to hear your thoughts on it. I do have a third part in the works as well, so be on the look out for that in the next few weeks!

The rays of morning light shining through the curtains pulled Daemon from his sleep. Stirring awake he reached for Y/n. Expecting to feel her warm, soft skin he was disappointed to find that he was alone in bed. Nothing more than his cold sheets marked by her scent keeping him company.

He had hoped to spend a few more moments together before she departed King’s Landing. Especially considering he had no idea how long her father intended to keep her away from court. After taking a moment to think about the situation, Daemon found it a bit silly. In his opinion, if her father’s intent is to dispel the rumors of her dalliance with the Rogue Prince, a hasty marriage so soon after would only add more suspicion around the subject. But regardless, Daemon wasn’t all that worried about her father’s plans to betroth her. He had a plan of his own at play.

After dressing himself rather hastily, he took to the dark passageways that lay between the Red Keep’s walls to reach Y/n’s private chamber. Through the heavy secret door, he could hear her voice accompanied by another woman’s who he assumed was her maid. An ear pressed against the rough stone, he listened carefully, waiting till he heard her maid leave to make his entrance.

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“The plaits look lovely, Reena,” Y/n praised her handmaid who had just finished styling her hair.

“Thank you, my lady,” the young woman bowed her head respectfully. “If that will be all, I am to assist Lisa in the kitchen preparing your meals for the journey.”

“Yes, of course,” Y/n dismissed her reluctantly. In truth, she didn’t want her to leave. Reena and all the castle gossip she brought helped to distract her from the reality of her situation.

As Reena closed the door behind her, Y/n was as she feared, left alone with her thoughts. Sat at her vanity staring into nothing, she began ruminating on how she ended up in this position. A deep dread filled the pit of her stomach. Was her father truly as serious about this impending betrothal as his letter makes it seem? She feared what would await her back home in Whitecliff. Not usually one for religion, she found herself contemplating a quick visit to the sept. Perhaps the Gods would show her mercy and spare her from an ill fate.

Engrossed in her own thoughts, she hadn’t heard the creaking of the secret door opening or the sound of Daemon’s footsteps as he snuck up behind her.

“Why the long face,” he whispered into her ear.

With a shriek, y/n jumped in her seat.

“You frightened me,” she scolded him. “What are you doing here?”

Leaning on the vanity table casually, he feigned offense. “Are you not happy to see me?”

“I fear I’m not capable of happiness at the moment,” she droned in response.

“Or eating it seems like,” he pointed out.

He wasn’t wrong. The platter of food and fruits before her had barely been touched. She had been on edge since the moment she woke and couldn’t stomach more than a few bites of her breakfast.

“Perhaps if I feed you, you’ll be more inclined,” he suggested.

Plucking a grape from its vine, he playfully brought it up to her lips. Not in as lighthearted of a mood as he, she swatted his hand away from her. With an eye roll he popped the grape into his own mouth as she spoke to him.

“The stress of my situation has taken its toll on my appetite.”

“If this stress you feel has anything to do with your father’s plans to betroth you, let me assure you, it will not follow through.”

Y/n looked up at him like he was mad. “How can you possibly assure me of that?”

“Because I won’t let it,” he said simply, bringing his hand up to cup her face gently.

She shook her head unconvinced by his words despite how confidently he spoke them.

“If it were only that simple.”

“It is that simple,” he said, thumb brushing her cheek softly. “You just need to trust me.”

“I have trusted you. And look where it’s gotten me,” she said bitterly, pulling away from his touch. “I am at the center of a reputation wrecking rumor and now being forced into a betrothal because of it.”

“I understand your situation but-”

“Understand?” she said, cutting him off. She nearly laughed at the audacity of his words. “You couldn’t possibly understand my situation. You are not the one being forced into a marriage. No - you’re already married.”

She knew that last comment would get under his skin and she couldn’t pass up the chance to do so. Just as she expected, with his jaw clenched and eyes darkened, he snapped at her sharply.

“Yes. A marriage I was forced into as well, need I remind you.”

“That may be so, but you are a man,” she said, her voice rising in exasperation as she stood from her seat. “You can run from your marriage. Take as many lovers as you please. Fuck your way through every brothel in the realm. I will never be allowed to do the same, to seek happiness and pleasure beyond my marriage as you do so freely”

“Watch your tone,” he warned her. With a pointed finger, he stepped towards her, towering over her now. “Do not release your frustrations onto me.”

“You are my frustration. I am in this position because of you,” she said, her tone unrelenting as she looked up at him defiantly.

“And how is this my doing?” he scoffed indignantly.

“Because I could’ve had my pick of suitors. But instead of listening to my mother and father urging me to marry sooner than later, I listened to your lies instead.”

“Now you call me a liar,” he said, losing his patience with each accusation she threw at him.

“It’s the truth. Nothing of what you promised has come to fruition. Your brother has denied annulling your marriage countless times. Your talk of a future together, of marriage and children, I see now, were nothing more than delusions you used to hold me hostage. Everything you’ve said to me was nothing more than lies-”

Having heard enough, he grabbed her chin harshly, cutting her off.

“I have never lied to you,” he said between gritted teeth.

Normally she’d cower under him, but not this time. Emboldened by the emotions coursing through her, she didn't back down or look away. They stood there wordlessly, staring at each other, waiting for the other to give in first. A heavy, heated tension settled between them as they did

The way she held his gaze with a fire and passion of her own turned his anger into arousal. And he hated it. He hated how strong the hold that she had on him was. How desperate he always was for her. How even now as she was getting on his last nerve, he was still utterly taken by her.

Never one to deny his impulses, with the hand still gripping her chin, Daemon moved his thumb to brush against her lips. His mouth fell open slightly as she wrapped her lips around his thumb. Looking into his eyes through her lashes, she sucked on it, swirling her tongue around the tip of it.

Daemon groaned as he grabbed her face, he took her lips with his in a hungry kiss, all tongue and teeth. He took this opportunity to undo the ties of her top, pulling it down to grope her breast. Beginning to lose herself in his touch, she pulled away from him in a half-hearted attempt to stop things before they went any further.

“Daemon, we shouldn’t.”

But that did nothing to deter him. Holding her close to him, he planted kisses along her shoulders.

“My maids could walk in at any moment,” she said breathlessly. But even as she said this she allowed herself to be guided backwards as he moved their bodies towards the door.

“They can’t walk in if they can’t open the door,” he said.

Before she could make sense of what he meant, he pushed her against the door, her back hitting the weathered wood. She let out a moan as he pressed his body into hers. Her core throbbed as she felt how hard he was for her.

With one hand pinning her arms above her head, he trailed the other down her body. He squeezed her breast appreciatively before moving down her waist and finally stopping at her hips. Lifting her skirts up, he gave her a taste of what she needed. Running a finger over her underwear, he groaned feeling how wet she was. Pushing it aside, he teased her, circling his finger around her entrance.

Bucking her hips against his hand, she needed more.

“Look at you,” he tsked, continuing to tease her. “Such a needy fucking whore.”

“Mhmm,” she hummed in agreement, stroking his ego. “I need you. Please.”

As if those were the magic words, he slipped a finger into her aching core, pumping in and out of her. He rested his forehead against hers, watching her face contort in pleasure. She became unbelievably wet as he added another finger into the mix. The only sounds filling the room were her breathy pants and the lewd squelching between her thighs. Feeling her tighten around his fingers, he knew she was close. But before she could reach completion, he stopped. Still upset by the accusations she made during their heated exchange, he decided that he would deny her the one thing she was craving at the moment. He released his grip on her hands above her and pulled his fingers out of her. He brought those fingers to his lips, sucking the sweet taste of her off of them.

She threw her head back with a disappointed huff as she felt her orgasm slip away from her. Beginning to straighten herself out, fixing her skirts and attempting to tie her top, Daemon stopped her.

“What are you doing?” he asked. “I’m not done with you yet.”

With that he pulled her in for a quick, sloppy kiss, allowing her to taste herself on his lips before instructing her to lift her skirts once again. She did as she was told and watched as he got down on his knees before her. He locked eyes with her as he pulled her underwear down. After she stepped out of them, he stuffed them into his pocket. A keepsake to remind him of her during her absence.

The sight of Daemon on his knees made her core throb once again. Grabbing her right leg and placing it over his shoulder, he peppered kisses along her inner thigh before finally reaching her wet hole. Her hands ran through his hair making a mess of it as he licked a stripe from her hole to her clit. He teased her, running his tongue between her folds before finally circling around her clit. She threw her head back against the door, this time in pleasure as the orgasm she thought was lost began to build again. She tried her best to keep quiet, fully aware of those who may be passing by her door, but she couldn’t contain her loud moans when she felt his tongue slip inside of her. The feeling of it all becoming too much to handle.

Feeling her start to fight him and push his head away from her, he flung her other leg over his shoulder. Left with nothing to support but the door against her back and her hands on his head, there was no way she was escaping him now. He devoured her pussy like a man starved. His hands grasped at her ass and hips, keeping her down on his face even as she squirmed. The sweet taste of her was intoxicating. He shook his head from left to right, his tongue lapping up every bit of her. She moaned loudly again when he began circling his thumb around her clit as his tongue continued to dip in and out of her. Her toes began curling and her thighs squeezed his head as she could feel herself getting closer and closer. Just about to reach her release, Daemon once again pulled away denying her that satisfaction.

“Daemon,” she cried out, left feeling hanging and wanting as another orgasm slipped between her fingers.

She gripped his shoulders for support as he set her down. Ready to complain, she was silenced by his lips which were covered in her slick. During their kiss, she brought her hand down between them. If he wanted to be a tease, she could do that too. She palmed his cock before slipping her hand into his pants and stroking him. He moaned into their kiss as she ran her thumb over his tip. As good as it felt, he wasn’t willing to give up control. He pulled away from her, turning her around forcefully to face the door. Feeling him raise her skirts from behind, she placed her hands firmly on the weathered wood bracing herself as he aligned himself with her glistening entrance.

Bottoming out inside of her in one swift stroke, he fought the initial urge to pound into her. He started off slow, pulling himself out of her nearly all the way before slamming back in. With the power of each thrust, pushing her forward, he brought one hand to grip her shoulder and the other gripping her hip holding her in place.

Y/n could do nothing but take it as best as she could. Each long, slow thrust feeling both blissful and torturous at the same time. She bit down on her lip hard, nearly to the point of drawing blood as she tried to keep her moaning down.

Daemon wasn’t as careful about containing his groans. Her walls were just so warm and wet and they wrapped around him perfectly as if she were made just for him. While he was able to keep this agonizing pace up for a while, he wouldn’t be able to for much longer. He only had so much self control. And at the end of it all, denying her the pleasure of a release was not above reaching his own.

Looking over her shoulder, she saw his brows furrow in concentration as he began fucking into her rougher and quicker. The sounds of their flesh meeting increased in speed and volume to match. A course of moans left her mouth as he hit her sweet spot with each thrust. He could tell she was close, but at this point was too caught up in the build up of his own release to bother keeping her from hers. He kept his pace steady, and her walls tightened around him as she finally reached her peak. Y/n could barely keep herself up, her legs losing their strength as the waves of pleasure coursed through her.

Daemon bent her over now, holding her arms behind her back with one hand, his other still gripping her shoulder tightly. He threw his head back as this new position allowed him to thrust deeper into her. She could feel him hitting spots deep inside of her she hadn’t even known existed. Deep, guttural moans escaped her lips with each thrust of his. These new sensations brought her close to yet another orgasm before she could even come down from her last.

She fought against his hold on her arms, leaving scratches on his hand and forearm in the process. But her attempts were futile as he only held onto her tighter.

“I can’t take it. Daemon, please. I can’t,” she moaned, shaking her head.

“I don’t fucking care,” he grunted, now snapping his cock into her at a ruthless pace.

Her body went limp as her second orgasm ripped through her stronger than the first. She felt like collapsing but was held up by his arms wrapping around her waist. It took a few more erratic thrusts before he buried his cock deep inside of her, finally releasing his warm seed into her. He grunted as she pulsed around him, milking every last drop.

Y/n brought her fingers to run through his hair as he dropped his forehead into the crook of her neck. They stood there wordlessly, bodies melded into one, catching their breaths. Unsure of when he’d get the chance to be inside her again, he savored the feeling of her wet velvety walls. But the peaceful moment was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Clearing her voice with a cough, y/n called out. “Who is it?”

“It’s Reena, Lady Y/n,” her handmaidens said from the other side of the door. “The meals are prepared and the carriage should be ready within the hour.”

“Perfect,” she said, trying to sound normal as Daemon took this opportunity to get a bit cheeky. With the full intention of distracting her he brought his hand to fondle her breasts, his lips ghosting over the sensitive spot on her neck.

“Shall I have one of the men come and fetch the last of your belongings?” Reena asked.

“No, not yet. I just need another moment,” y/n lied, suppressing a moan as Daemon continued teasing her.

“Of course. I’ll have them come later. Is there anything else you require, Lady Y/n.”

“No. That will be all, thank you Reena,” Y/n said dismissing her maid.

Y/n giggled as she swatted his hands away. With a chuckle he pulled himself out of her, his cock covered in her milky release. He helped straighten her skirts before pulling his own pants up. Y/n brought her top back into place. Seeing her struggle with the ties, he stepped in.

“Here,” he said, taking the strings from her hand, “let me.”

The act of readying themselves together was so sensual and domestic. These were the moments she longed for with Daemon. She wanted to stay in this moment, to make it last forever. Her heart felt, light and full but that didn’t last long as the uneasy feeling from earlier settled in.

“What?” he asked skeptically, noticing the way she stared at him.

“I just wish things were different,” she admitted, a sad smile gracing her lips. Brushing a stray strand of his hair back into place, she continued. “I don’t want to be betrothed to some man I’ve never met or any other man for that matter. I want you.”

Holding her face tenderly, he rested his forehead against hers.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Against my better judgment, yes. I do,” she admitted, her hands moving to caress his face now too.

“Then you have nothing to worry about. You won’t be married off to that Baratheon boy. Not if I have anything to do with it.”

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