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Rhaenyra was furious, the white hot rage so soul consuming it was a wonder she didn’t burst into flame. She had sought her brother’s company, practically skipping to his chamber, only to find him gone again. He had ventured to the Street of Silk no doubt, their Lord of Flea Bottom. It was beyond insulting! She had come to put an end to the farce, this little dance between them, he was hers. They were meant to burn together. The Targaryen twins. Blood of her blood.
She would wait for him tonight, would wait for him in his bed, he would not avoid her any longer. She knew him better than anyone and she would say what she needed to say even in the face of his stoicism. He would face her, his own twin, and he would talk to her whether he wanted to or not. She would have him understand that she grew tired of waiting, she had kept her maidenhead for him and if he did not take it she would find another who would, regardless of how the thought pained her.
If he wished for a tight cunt to sheath his cock in he need only ask her. Did he forget they were the exact same age? Did he not realise she ached to be fucked just as he ached to fuck? Why did he insist on leaving the keep to release his desires on undeserving, plain looking, used up, filthy whores? Their father would no doubt be announcing their betrothal very soon, it was clear they were to be wed, so simple a fact none even bothered mention it. He would be king, she his queen.
She knew that he knew this. Her brother Daemon could never be likened to a fool, he was knowledgeable and witty. She often delighted in it, how he made fools of great lords yet left them believing they had been complimented, how sharp his tongue could be when he lost grip of his temper, and how utterly, devastatingly, charming he could be when the mood struck him. Yes, she would certainly put that smart mouth of his to good use.
If he could only stay a full night in his own fucking bed.
“Rhaenyra?”
The question in his tone was obvious (what was she doing in his bed?). The answer she believed was equally as obvious (this was where she belonged). She lay enticingly on her side, pert breasts clearly unaffected by gravity, the curve of her hip as it travelled up from her waist obvious in the sheer thin silk she wore, long and shapely pale legs on full display, her jaw resting lazily against her palm, large lilac eyes holding his gaze unflinchingly - heavy lidded and promising nothing but sin as it danced in tune with the candlelight.
She fought to ignore the vigorous gallop of her heart as she took in the sight of him, standing tall at his “secret passageway” or so he called it. His strong jaw was bruised on one side, no doubt a reward for his quick mouth. His thick silver hair was disheveled, strands of it standing up on end. His tunic clearly hastily buttoned, incorrectly done. Their mother would not be pleased at his appearance, Rhaenyra on the other hand, was perhaps too pleased. Was it vain to say he was beautiful if they were twins?
“Daemon.”
Her voice betrayed her feelings, coming out husky and full of promise. A promise of nothing but pleasure if he came to her now. Hazily in the back of her mind she thought she heard an echo, something about a plan, she was meant to be angry at him wasn’t she? She had never been able to hold onto that when it came to her brother. Her anger. She was well known for her temper, her dragon fire, but what was a flame to a flame?
“You shouldn’t be here.”
She couldn’t stop the shiver at his tone, it was low, soaked in desire for her, the gravel of it had wetness pooling between her thighs instantly. She bit her lip to keep concentration and felt a rush as his violet eyes darkened to black at the sight of it. She wouldn’t bend this time however, wouldn’t let him run, for once they would speak plainly about this.
“Why won’t you fuck me?”
His jaw loosened and his mouth dropped open at her bluntness, but he schooled his features quickly, so quickly that if she had not been watching him so intently she might of questioned if she saw the surprise on his face at all. Her tone was teasing when she continued.
“…Too afraid you’ll never get enough of me if you do?”
She had only said it as a jest, but she saw the muscles of his jaw jump at her words, his fists clenching at his sides, and she frowned in confusion… wait was he really afraid? Her Daemon?
“Daemon… talk to me please. I want to know, I want to understand.”
She hated to plead, but she couldn’t go on living like this any longer, she needed to know if there was any hope.
She needed to know now.
“Rhaenyra.”
His voice was strained, his eyes pressed shut as if he was in agony.
“I’ve kept my maidenhead for you, I’ve waited patiently as you go out every night and fuck whores!” Hurt bled into her voice, her vision blurring with tears she would never allow to fall, hastily wiping them away as she sat up on the bed. “You make me feel a fool so I’m done! If you won’t take me I’ll find someone who will!”
She had been making sure steps to the door when she felt his large hand wrap around her delicate wrist, pulling her around so roughly she would of fallen if he weren’t gripping her so tightly, his other hand shooting out to grab her other wrist before pushing her back roughly against the door, she gasped at the feel of his hard cock pressed tightly against her stomach.
“You wouldn’t fucking dare.”
There was dragon flame coating his words, a heady mix of fear and arousal sinking into her stomach, her small clothes so wet with her want if he weren’t so much taller than her he would feel it pressed against him. His hands grip harder at her wrists as he look at her, possessiveness burning in his gaze, she looks up at him through long lashes, defiant till the end.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
He lowers his head to growl in her ear.
“Cause you’re mine Rhaenyra.”
She clenches her eyes shut immediately, thighs pressing together in a useless attempt to provide friction to her aching cunt. She is. She’s all his.
She hasn’t forgotten though…she can’t forget, she needs to know why she’s been denied, why she’s had to suffer this hurt. Her voice is a choking sound.
“Then why?”
She sees his Adam’s apple bob, his eyebrows knitting together. His gravelly voice sounds strained, like he can barely get the words out.
“Because it’ll ruin me, because once I have you I know there’s nothing I’ll want more, nothing that will ever compare.”
Her heart is thudding painfully in her chest, pushing herself forward to press a bruising kiss to his cheek before moving to slide her nose right against his, their lips a tiny, minuscule, life-changing distance apart as she whispers to him.
“Then we are twins in that way as well.”
Finally he kisses her. His ironclad grip on her wrists suddenly released, one of his hands moving to wrap firmly around her neck, the other moving to grip her hip with bruising pressure and she melts into him. Her hands moving to yank on the hair at the nape of his neck as she holds his lips to hers, soft lips making hard presses, tongues tasting and teeth biting, sighs and moans leaving their mouths as they lose themselves in each other.
Gods, she had craved this for so long. His taste, his touch, his fire. She wanted to consume and be consumed by him. His hands move to palm at her arse and she lets out a yelp as he grips to the flesh of it, lifting her, her legs moving automatically to wrap around his waist and he groans as her clothed cunt rubs against the bulge of his trousers. He moves with purpose then, and she hardly has time to register what’s happening before she’s dropped unceremoniously onto his bed.
She bites her lip as she watches him rip his tunic off, buttons scattering everywhere as he reveals his gorgeous torso, but he doesn’t take his eyes off her, inky black with desire. She stares dazedly, entranced as he slowly unbuttons his trousers, teasing her, sliding it down slowly revealing the length of his cock inch by inch, she gasps when it finally bounces free. Throbbing and plump as it is, it still hangs towards the floor, long and thick, she licks her lips as her eyes follow the veins of it all the way up to the sharpness of his hips.
“Hmm no wonder those whores are always trying to get their claws into you...” Her voice comes out a purr, her need for him evident. “You’re so big brother.”
His cock twitches noticeably and the walls of her cunt clench in response, he’s moving towards her on the bed on all fours now, looking like a starved predator ready to devour, his cock dragging against the mattress. He wastes no time in ripping her fine silk, hungry to look at all of her.
“Fuck Rhaenyra,” He groans out at the sight of her bare before him, moving his hands to pinch at her erect nipples, humming low and dangerous as she arches her back at the sensation. “You’re so perfect, look at these lovely tits.”
He grabs her breasts, moving to kiss and suck the one then the other, before he’s kissing down her torso, her navel, her hips, skipping teasingly over her cunt as he takes a deliberately long time to press hot kisses on her thighs, she bites her tongue till she tastes blood to stop herself from begging him… and just before she’s about to give up and just demand like the desperate whore she is for him, he moves his smart mouth to kiss up her slit.
“Such a pretty cunt Rhaenyra.”
She barely has time to preen at his words before calloused hands are spreading her folds and he’s licking into her cunt with practiced precision. Before long she’s shouting out at the sparks of pleasure, moaning and panting wantonly.
Her peak comes suddenly and violently as he plays with her little nub, all the while continuing to fuck her with his tongue, her hands moving to clasp over her mouth as the wave of blinding pleasure takes her by surprise, her hands useless to muffle the sound of her scream as her brother moves to suck on her clit, thighs trembling and lungs burning for air. He groans at the feeling, praising her, telling her how good she tastes on his tongue, what a lovely sister she is to give him such a treat…and although she feels wrung out and her cunt is now painfully sensitive she desperately wants his cock. Needs to be filled by him.
“Plea-please Daemon, brother, I need you so badly.”
He chuckles darkly as he climbs back up her body, kissing up her torso again, between her breasts and up her neck till his mouth is hovering above her ear, a whimper escaping her at the feel of his cock now pressed against the slit of her cunt. His voice teasing and frustration and perfect. So fucking perfect.
“Need me to what sweet sister?”
“Gods don’t- don’t play Daemon, I want- I need your cock, I need it.”
She feels him position his cock at her entrance, her spine tingling with anticipation. His voice is pure sin in her ear.
“Tell me that you’re mine Rhaenyra, tell me that your pretty little cunt is all mine.”
Her chest is heaving as she moves her hands up his sides, nails digging into his shoulder blades, her voice so tight with want she doesn’t even recognise it.
“I’m yours Daemon, I’ve always been yours, my cu- my cunt is just for you.”
He presses into her, a sharp pain as he takes her maidenhead, tears stinging her eyes and she forces herself not to cry out. He is murmuring apologies in her ear, pressing sweet kisses to her cheek, but all she can focus on is the stretch of her cunt. She is fighting panic at the sensation, it’s as if she’s being ripped in two, his cock seemingly having no end, just as she’s about to tell him to stop the length of him is sheathed fully inside her.
Her nails have drawn blood, she can feel it on her fingers, he has drawn blood too and the thought of that is thrilling, the pain slowly but surely ebbing away leaving something indescribable in its wake. This was starting to feel good. Really good. Oh fuck he felt wonderful.
“Move please Daemon.”
He grips her hips, dragging his cock out slowly before sliding back in to the hilt and she hums in approval, her hands moving to grip his arse, pulling his flesh harder into her, hoping he’ll know what she wants.
He does.
His sharp hips meeting hers at a bruising pace, the slap of flesh bouncing around the room, her bosom rocking back and forth, she moans each time he hits that sweet perfect spot deep in her cunt, her nails digging into the flesh of his muscled arse, pushing her hips forward in time with his thrusts, chasing another peak.
A clever hand reaches out to tease her clit as he continues pounding into her cunt and she has to remove her hands from her brother’s gorgeous arse to grip into the sheets, her toes curling, a sinful symphony of noise leaving her mouth as she tries desperately to cling to sanity as she flies off the edge, her peak’s end so violent her vision blurs.
Her brother kisses her forehead softly before collapsing onto the mattress next to her, strong arms moving to pull her on top of him, her head landing on his chest. She sighs happily, the feeling of their bare bodies pressed against each other, both slick with sweat, was everything she hoped it’d be - more so.
Feeling his seed painted on the inside of her cunt she couldn’t help but smile, perhaps she’d get with child and they’d have a handsome prince or a beautiful princess, she’d like that… she’d definitely enjoyed the creating process. She knew many great houses, many knights and peasants and maidens had much to say of the Targaryens and their queer customs.
She couldn’t bring herself to care, she was a dragon, she would be the queen of the Seven Kingdoms and she…
Well, she just couldn’t wait to fuck her brother again.
(So she didn’t).