Fire On Fire

19.ℑ 𝔇𝔦𝔡 𝔖𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔅𝔞𝔡

*TW: This chapter contains some smut and matures themes*

Daemon led Amara through the brothel. As they walked to the back, Amara watched the different people fuck each other. Most only hid behind curtains, others had sex right in the open.

Amara was meeker than she'd ever be. Though, she did enjoy watching it. "What is this place?" "It's where people come to take what they want." She watched as two men fucked each other. She knew these things happened but she had never seen them, except for in the street. 

Daemon led her into a room where they were alone and closed the door. Amara looked around the room then up at him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and put his forehead on hers. "Fucking is a pleasure. For the woman as it is the man." He ran his hand over her hair. "A marriage is a duty... Yes." She put her hands on his shoulders. "But that doesn't stop us from doing what we want. From fucking who we want." She looked into his eyes, her forehead still attached to his. They both breathed heavily. There was a sense of longing in her eyes. "And who do you want?" Amara asked in a whisper, tightly squeezing his arms. "You." He whispered back running his hand down the back of her head and pulling her in for a kiss. She could not help but to melt in his grip.

She ran her right hand up his neck into his Targaryen silver hair. As he took her lips as his she allowed it. There was a moment when she came back to reality. Amara pulled away quickly, backing away from him. She breathed heavily and held her hand in front of her body, anxious. "I am to be married!" Daemon smirked, "Why should that stop you?" Every step Daemon took to get closer to her, she backed further until she was against a wall and an arm was all that was separating her from Daemon. "Do you honestly believe he has not had others in his bed while he has been betrothed to you?" She started to believe him. "Four years is a long time." Amara stared into his eyes which longed for her.

She knew she shouldn't want him but she did. She knew this was wrong. She knew this could ruin her but she didn't care. Amara slowly removed her arm and allowed Daemon to come to her. As he took her again, she grabbed his waist and pulled him closer. 

As he took the girl he had always wanted, both Daemon and Amara breathed heavily. Daemon separated from her and pulled off the cloak he had given her. She pulled him back into her. She craved him. He unbuttoned her tunic to show her bare breasts. She began to shy away. She had never been this vulnerable.

Amara had always built up a wall. She has always made herself seem perfect, all so no one would get close but in the last decade, Daemon had broke that wall down. Daemon tore away at each and every brick to get her here and she had never felt so free.

Daemon pulled Amara into him and turned her around, her face against the wall. She placed her hand on the wall to steady herself. Daemon pulled her pants down and ran his hands from her hips to her breasts. He placed his hand on hers as he fondled her breast with his other. She moaned. The sensations she felt were unlike any other. Amara turned around and pulled him close to her by his neck. His lips were inches away from hers as she whispered to him. "I want you." Daemon pulled away and started to undress himself and she did the same. Amara stepped out of her pants and untied her boots.

Amara took the few pins from out of her small bun and threw them to the floor. She walked over and sat on the side of the bed, awaiting Daemon's instuctions. Daemon stood above her placing his hand on her face. He bent down kissing her. She reached for his neck, before he moved her so she rested on a pillow. He moved down her body planting kisses where he wanted. Marking Amara as his. As he got closer and closer to her, her moans and breath would hitch. He looked up at her, "Have you never pleasured yourself?" She looked down at him and shook her head. Daemon chuckled to himself, she hadn't ever experienced pleasure. Daemon went down on her. He pleasured every part of her as she moaned. She grabbed him by his hair and moved his head with the rock of her hips. Amara did not know what exactly Daemon was doing but she knew it felt good. She also knew every inch of it satisfied her.

Amara felt her body heat up intensely and the pleasure she felt inbetween her legs grew. She moaned out to him. Daemon stopped. She opened her eyes and looked down at him. "Why did you stop?" He leaned into her and gave a small chuckled before whispering into her ear. "The first time your body tingles and you feel that new sensation..." He moved his fingers over her in circles. "I want you to feel my cock inside of you." Her breath hitched as he pushed to fingers into her entrance.

Amara latched Daemon's arm, her nails digging deep. He thrust his fingers in and out of her as her nails dug deeper. Daemon removed his fingers and lined himself with her entrance. He pushed her legs farther apart. Her face turned from the mix of pain and pleasure to fear. 

Amara did not know much about sex. Sex was not a thing you would teach a highborn lady. All Amara knew was that one day she would be forced onto a cock and used for someone else's needs. Just like Alicent. Thier mother tried to cover the blow. She told them that one day they would love the man they married and that carrying his child would be an honor.

Now, Amara laid beneath the man she had always pined for, her legs spread for him. This was nothing of what her mother told her. She enjoyed it. She enjoyed seeing Daemon naked and the pleasure and pain he caused her.

Without warning, he advanced into her. Amara's deep breaths hitched. There was pain, at first but as Daemon thrusted in and out of her, the pain, eventually, lowered. Amara's body heated and her breathing intensified. She closed her eyes and bent her head back placing her right hand on the back of his neck. The thrusts got faster and faster. Amara moaned Daemon's name. She called to him in pleasure. Amara had almost reached her high when she felt Daemon's hand on her neck. He slowly put more pressure on her neck. Amara did not writhe or even move. Amara's moans only got more intense. 

The feeling reminded her of her baths. She would submerge herself in water until she could no longer breathe. Amara didn't know why she did this but it made her feel good. Feel something. Daemon's hand pressuring her throat only made her feel better. Daemon did not know why she liked the feeling but it only made him like her more.

Daemon smiled, he gave a small chuckle before moaning Amara's name back to her. As Daemon started to remove his hand, Amara grabbed his wrist and held it to her neck. Both were almost at their high. They both needed a little more. Amara grabbed Daemon's back and dug her nails into him with pleasure. Amara felt herself reach the sensation Daemon talked of. Daemon continued to thrust, eventually reaching his high, inside of her.

Daemon and Amara spent their night in each other's arms. Daemon worshiped Amara and, in return, she let him use her as he pleased. 

*Wasn't going to post until Sunday or Tuesday but I woke up to comments on last chapter and couldn't wait to continue the story. Thank you so much for all the love! 2k!!!!!