The Heir // King Viserys Targaryen // Daemon Targaryen

45. Pleasures

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"You're so beautiful, Avalon," Viserys said quietly, letting his eyes roam appreciatively over her for a minute before he stretched out next to her on his side, his face near hers. "Everything about you is so lovely..." His hand reached up to touch her face. " - and captivating..." - sliding down to cup her breast - "...and perfect."

He moved it down to her stomach to very lightly brush his fingertips across her skin, he just kept sliding it over her, his broad palm warming her skin everywhere it touched. Eventually it came back up to her breasts and he played with her nipples, doing his best to make her moan. It didn't take long.

Viserys kissed and caressed her into aching arousal before finally moving his body over her and nudging her legs apart gently.

He shifted between her legs and reached down to stroke her, ensuring that she was wet enough and relaxed enough to accept him, like that was ever a problem, but it was his way or tormenting her yet again, then positioned himself at her opening and nudged in very slowly, very gently, till Avalon felt herself stretching around him. He slid in halfway and stopped, he was smiling and kissed her slowly, all over her face, covering her cheeks with little pecks and his warm breath until she sighed and started returning his kisses. He slipped his hands down behind her knees and pulled her legs up just enough so that she could press them into his sides.

Avalon promptly tipped her hips up in an unspoken confirmation, urging him to continue. He grinned and dipped his head down to nuzzle at her neck as he began slowly, finally, thrusting into her.

"Vis" She groaned, holding tight to his shoulders, as he pushed completely in. He was breathing hard against her neck but his breaths were even and steady. But his whole body was taut against her as her nails dug into him.

"There, right there," Avalon murmured against his forehead as he nuzzled her cheek. He moaned and quickened the pace a little, encouraged by her words.

He liked that too, but when Avalon whispered to him she could always feel his arousal become more intense, less tamed, more primal.

"Avalon,' he groaned moving faster. Still moving on top of her, one hand under her shoulder and the other gliding over her, stopping every now and then to caress her breast or rub her nipple to keep her arousal piqued.

Avalon took his face in her hands, making him look her in the eyes. His eyes were always soft, kind and full of love, looking at her like the eyes of a person who cared about nothing in the world but Avalon. She smiled into those eyes, kissing him again.

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Meanwhile, Rhaenyra was getting her first experience with pleasures of the body as well.

'What is this place?'

'It's where people come to take what they want.' Daemon told her as they walked through the pleasure house. She looked around at the people so openly fucking all around her, their moans echoed. 'Fսcking is a pleasure, you see. For the woman as it is the man.' Daemon informed her.

'A marriage is a duty...'

'Yes. But that doesn't stop us from doing what we want. From fսcking who we want.' Daemon told her his lips meeting hers his hand sliding up her leg before he pulled himself away. Breathlessly Rhaenyra opened her eyes watching him leave.

'Daemon?' she called after him but he was gone. She had to get back home, she ran through the streets getting to the castle she approached her door and Criston looked at her surprised. She was supposed to be in her room, fast asleep, how did she get around him?

'Princess? Princess, are you, are you hurt?' cirston questioned as she walked past him. 'I-I should alert the Lord Commander.'

'No.' Rhaenyra said taking his helmet

'My helmet.' Rhaenyra chucked, she had seen enough to know that she wanted more and she wanted Criston. Quickly they undressed themselves before they had a moment to think of how wrong it was, because it felt right.

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'Apologies for the late hour, my Lord.''

''What is it?' Otto hissed

'A messenger brings word from the White Worm.'

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'Am I your prisoner?' Daemon asked Mysaria

'As I was once yours?' she countered and Daemon chuckled 'I'm your protector, lucky for you. This will cut the fog.'

'I don't need protection from a common whοre.' Daemon corrected

'I am not so common.'

'A not-so-common whοre then.' He mused as he lay on a bed his head spinning, what had he done last night, his head was spinning.

'I've left that life behind. I learned that skin-trade could only take me so far in this life.'

'You never were one to stay idle.' Daemon remarked.

'Hard lessons are not welcomed but suffered.'

'Mysar... Mysar...'

'You can pay for the room on your way out.' Mysaria told him bitterly.