Daemon Targaryen Imagines

Satisfy you (Smut)

Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: sex with elderly husband mentioned, implied fingering, implied cheating, arranged marriage, implied planning murder

"Prince Daemon! An honour for you to visit us." Your elderly husband said as he shuffled forward to greet Daemon. Daemon looked him up and down with mild disgust but greeted him politely enough.

"Well. I have recently visited (Y/N)'s parents. I promised I would visit if I flew over." Daemon gestured behind him to Caraxes who was preening himself in the afternoon sun.

"A kind thing to do. She is well." The old man gestured to you, looking down at the floor obediently as your husband passed. Daemon smiled when you glanced up at him but quickly looked away again.

A room was prepared for Daemon who said he would stay the night, he feasted with you both, the old lord speaking of things that clearly didn't interest Daemon, who kept his gaze on you. In the early evening, the old man retired and you found yourself sitting with Daemon in his room. He lounged on one of the wide chairs while you sat on a cushion on the floor next to him, eating grapes sent from Highgarden, feeding him one every now and then.
"Why are you married to a corpse?" Daemon asked you.

"Because my father is convinced that I am yours and would not let me marry the fine young lord my mother found." You said quickly. Daemon laughed and shook his head.

"You jest? Your father is not so much of a fool?" He asked and then opened his mouth for a grape. As you leaned in to pop one in his mouth, his hand reached up to stroke your face.

"Mother swore she had never laid with you. She pointed out I was born many years after you were banished and they were married but he would not hear it." You explained and sighed. Daemon's touch continued down your neck and then under your chin to force you to look at him.

"You are far too young to be laying with a man whose seed is dryer than the Essos deserts. Far too old to not know pleasure." He said and smiled when you tried not to laugh at what he said. "I am sure he is too old to lay with you anyway. The man looks a good scare away from death."

"He has help for everything. Getting up, walking the corridors and other things." You went quiet and Daemon watched you carefully. Patting the seat next to him he invited you up, still lounging and had you lay with your head on his shoulder, pressed against him. "He even has others help him when we..." You trailed off and Daemon nodded as if he understood.

"You could always get rid of him." Daemon offered. You gasped and looked at him with surprise and he chuckled. "I could do it for you."

"Will you really leave tomorrow?" You asked quietly. He sighed and tilted his head looking you up and down with amusement.

"Would you like me to stay?" He asked and you nodded eagerly.

"Oh! Please Daemon." You begged. He smiled. He liked your begging. With a hand on your waist pulling you closer he agreed.
"Very well then." He muttered, letting you fall asleep in his arms.

The old lord was clearly upset when Daemon announced that he would be staying a while longer. He grumbled to himself and shuffled off with his two helpers. While he went to his study you went with Daemon, walking the grounds of the keep while he filled you in on what you had missed in your isolation. The evening meal was awkward, more awkward than the first night. The old lord glared at Daemon who had chosen to sit with you instead of him at the large wooden dining table, making you laugh and snicker as he spoke quietly to you.

"My lady?" One of your servants said as they roused you.

"Yes?" You said sleepily.

"Your lord husband wishes for you to join him." She looked quite sympathetic as she led you through the corridors to his room. "Perhaps if you think of the prince it shall go easy." She offered in a whisper before opening the door. Your husband was nude and jerked his hand to you.

"Hurry up." He insisted. You climbed into his bed and stayed still as he exhausted himself, eventually giving up when his cock fell limp between your legs. "If you tried harder I would have an heir. What use is a young wife if not for children? The king managed it. I do not see why you cannot." He grumbled.

Rolling over he quickly fell asleep and you hurried out of the room. A warm bath was waiting in the corner of your room and you were quick to sink into it. Your eyes fell shut until something disturbed the water. Opening your eyes you jumped and tried to cover yourself with your arms.

"Prince Daemon!" You gasped and he smiled leaning down to kiss your knee as your leg breached the surface of the warm water.

"Forgive me. Your serving lady told me you wished to see me. I assume she was mistaken." Daemon said quietly. You looked up at him for a moment and sighed.

"She dislikes him. I suppose she sees you as a reward." You mumbled and he laughed quietly to himself.

"She did say something about his inability to satisfy you, now that I think on it." He admitted. His fingers stroked up and down your leg as he watched you carefully as his hand slid down between your legs. "I am sure I coil satisfy you. Perhaps I could even remain to satisfy you if that is what you would like."