House of the Dragon. Imagines and One Shots

Brothers and Uncles - Part 3 - Daemon x Reader

(Y/n) couldn't help but moan, as she felt her uncle's hands explore her body so expertly, that it appeared as though he already knew every inch of her. His fingers, his palms were rough and scratched at her soft skin a little, but that was all adding to the need, and desperate desire that was growing inside of her.

She had always been intrigued by her uncle. He was a man that was nothing like her father in so many ways. And he was handsome too. That smile: that twinkle in his eyes, had often led to her watching him for what felt like hours on end. As she had grown, she come to see the darker side of the rogue prince. The side that hid behind that smile and those eyes. For whereas her father did his best to be the peaceful diplomat, Daemon was anything but. He was fierce, unpredictable. He was arrogant, self-assured, and would never back down from a fight. Her father would often say that he was too rash. Others, like her grandfather, would say that he was dangerous and unpredictable. And, from the darkest corners of the Keep, (Y/n) had heard hushed rumours that he might have even killed his wife, Rhea, long before she was born. But whether that was true, and despite all his faults, the princess knew that her uncle was loyal. That he was a true Targaryen. A true dragon. Her want to know that true dragon growing by the moment, as he kissed her neck. As she heard gentle, reassuring words in High Valyrian being hummed against her flesh.

This was so different to what she experienced with Aegon. Despite how much she loved her brother, she knew deep down that Aegon would really only ever love one person, himself. That their relationship was purely based on his desire to have what he wanted. To know that when she married Aemond, that he had had the pleasures of her flesh, before his younger brother could. Well aware that what transpired between her and her sibling, was little more than pure carnal desire. Yet what was she to do? Aegon was like a drug, and despite knowing that he was bad for her, she still could not say no. She still needed him. Happy to fulfil her oldest brother's every deep dark desire just so that she could experience the euphoria that only he seemed to provide. Giving in to his every request, so that she could feel the pleasure, the pain that Aegon brought.

So, this, this was something new, and (Y/n) couldn't pretend that she didn't like it. Daemon was being gentle, loving even, yet she could still feel that there was a passion, that there was lust behind his soft touch. That his sweet words concealed the same dark and depraved desires as Aegon had. And she couldn't stop herself from falling. The smell of her uncle filling her senses, as his battle-hardened fingers moved from the swell of her backside to her thigh. And then, slowly, painfully slowly, torturously slow even, they moved between her thighs. The feel of him, as he brushed over her aching womanhood, quite taking her breath away. Making her heart beat so quickly in her chest, that at any moment she believed that it would give out, and she would die there and then in his arms. Her mind spinning, racing. The princess feeling that same need, that same desire for her uncle, as she did for her oldest brother. It obvious that no matter what he wanted from her, what he wanted to do, she would never say no.

"Do you like that................?" Daemon enquired. His smooth, velvet tone seeming to envelop her. Seemed to make the world around her disappear, so all that was left was the man that was in front of her.

"Tell me. I want to hear the words from those beautiful lips of yours. I want you to tell me that you like this, that you want this. That you want everything that I have desired for so long to do with you. That you want my touch more than you have ever wanted Aegon's................." The king's brother continued, as (Y/n) only gave him a nod in reply. Daemon wanting to hear the effect that he was truly having on his niece. Grasping at her chin and forcing her to look at him through her clouded, lust filled eyes.

"I.............I...........I have never wanted something so much in my life. Never wanted anyone more than I want you, uncle. I want everything you have to give. I want it all and more. I want to know of all your deepest, darkest and most depraved thoughts. I want to be the one that you make them real with. And I need you, your touch, your mere presence, more than I have ever wanted my brothers. I want you to take me, to make me yours.................." (Y/n) confessed with a breathy voice. Sure, that she was going to lose her mind, as her uncle gave her one of those smiles. One of those smiles that could very quickly separate any girl from her maidenhood. The princess groaning and gripping onto the soft folds of his shirt, as she felt Daemon's fingers finally enter her. Her grip becoming so tight, as he slowly and rhythmically began to move his hand, that her knuckles began to lose all colour. The skin of her hands now the same tone as a blanket of freshly fallen snow. The air in the room now thick with the odour of lust. With the smell of what was to come. With the sounds of gasps, of desperate moans. The smile on Daemon's face getting broader as he saw the look in his niece's eyes. A look that told him that no matter what he wanted, (Y/n) really would give into him. That she had already surrendered herself to him. And he couldn't be happier.

"Let me hear you (Y/n). Don't fight it. Give in to your own desires............" The princes hummed seductively, as he continued to look at her. The flush that had crept over her well-made flesh, the most beautiful hue that he had ever seen. Daemon knowing that he could not deny himself any longer. That he could tease his breathtaking niece no longer. The rogue prince taking (Y/n) into his arms and carrying her to the bed.