Daemon Targaryen Imagines

Forgotten part 1 (Smut)

Daemon Targaryen x Targ!Neice!Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: Daemon sex with sex worker, pillow house, Targcest

"Go. Go and tell him now. I will not have the King coming down on us all over this." The owner of the pillow house said as she pulled one of the men who worked for her aside. They watched the curious girl walk through the pillow house in awe before the man hurried away.

Daemon glared at the man who hurried into his room. The woman beneath Daemon hadn't even noticed him, continuing to moan irritatingly as his hips rutted into hers. "I have paid for the evening. What do you want?" He snapped out.

"The princess.... She... she is here. Alone. My mistress is worried of the trouble it will cause." The man stuttered out.

"Rhaenyra?" He asked the man who shook his head. Rumours of the older princess visiting the pillow houses were many but few ever proved to be true.

"The younger princess, my prince." The man said quietly. Daemon swore under his breath in velaryon as he pulled himself from the woman, tossing coins at her as he fixed his trousers and followed the man.

He spotted you immediately. Shining like a beacon for anyone who wished to force a lewd act on a Targaryen. He imagined your innocent face startled and afraid of what you saw. Rhaenyra was all fire but you were quiet, never commanding a room the way that your sister did. Rhaenys had once said that you were a fire caught in a closed-off room. One day the walls would crumble and Viserys would not be ready for it. A ridiculous thought Daemon had muttered.

He reached you as you slipped between two curtains and found you staring at several people who were writhing and grinding against each other.

"What are you doing here?" He said quietly as he grabbed at your arm and leaned in.

"The same thing as you... I assume." You looked up at him boldly. He was surprised when he could see that you were flushed with lust and overstimulated by your own arousal.

"Who brought you here?" Daemon demanded as he glared down a man that tried to approach the two of you. His beady eyes on you with a heavy pouch of gold in his hands.

"I came alone." You said as you tried to pull your arm from Daemon's grip and stop him steering you away from a woman astride a man like a horse.

"You came all this way alone?" He pressed. People turned to look as he led you to his private room hoping to take you away from the prowling men that had suddenly become fixated on you, abandoning whoever they were with, perhaps hoping that the least favoured princess would be obtainable. "Why would you do such a thing? You should not be in a place like this!" He realised that taking you up to his rooms would put him in more trouble with his brother than he had been before. Every mistake Viserys felt he had made with Raenyra was not repeated with you, his brother was convinced you were quite innocent. Up until now, Daemon had been convinced of the same.

"Because you would not." You said and held his gaze. His eyes darkened as he frowned at you.

"What?" He snapped and tilted his head, leaning in in case the people around the two of you were listening.

"I am three years older than Rhaenyra was when you brought her here. If you would not do it then I shall do it myself." He was so surprised by what you said that he let you slip through his fingers. He hurried after you but the crowd of people stumbling into the pillow house got in his way and he had no choice but to watch you hurry out the door and out of sight. Growling under his breath he shoved his way through the crowd and ran after you. Weaving your way through the crowds of people you watched the chaos of the street. It was nothing like the Red Keep. Bustling and moving constantly.