Dreams Didn't Make Us Kings... Dragons Did -ASOIAF smut

Made For Me

this one makes me understand the bathtub scene in saltburn #welistenwedontjudgeoliver
"I'm tired of fighting this, Daenera." Daemon whispered his words, words that forced a grin onto Daenera's lip, barely believing her luck. Perhaps it was the warmth his words pushed through her body, perhaps it was the excitement his words made her feel, whatever it was that guided her on, it forced her to press her lips against Daemon's before either of them could overthink this very situation.

Within seconds she found herself in Daemon's lap, thighs placed on either side of his, squeezing them. A moan clawed through the both of them in unison, tongues meeting as their hands started wandering. Daenera's fingers tugged on Daemon's silver hair, forcing the man to groan against her mouth as his hands found her behind, squeezing the soft flesh through the fabric of her dress.

"Daemon," she hummed his name, fingers moving down to his chest. "I need you, I want you, all of you."

"You have me, pretty girl, I'm all yours." A smile widened on Daenera's lips as she kissed him again, shifting her weight further against him. The deep groan that left him as her core met his hardening cock made her feel as if she was on fire, needing to feel more of it.

With barely any care for the intricately sewn gold buttons that trailed down the back of the dress, his hands began to rip the garment open. He tore at the red fabric while his tongue danced with hers. They were caught in a swirling storm of desire and longing, heat and passion - and they were perfectly content to let it sweep them away together.

Buttons scattered across the floor to be lost forever underneath the heavy furnishings, and soon her dress joined them as it fell in a heap beside them.

"You're so beautiful, more beautiful than I could have ever imagined."

"Onto your knees, be a good girl for me." The shift of his voice, now dripping with dominance, made her walls clench around nothing, watching him plop down near the edge of her bed. She sank to her knees close to him, eyes following his long fingers, watching how they undid his trousers, how they freed his cock.

This moment had something so intimate to it, Daenera couldn't help but wonder why they hadn't done this much sooner. For a second, she was forced to think of her father, wondering how he'd react to knowing that his brother was about to fuck his daughter, thoughts that were swallowed the second Daenera's gaze found Daemon's twitching cock.

"C'mon, open that pretty mouth of yours for me." Wordlessly she followed his command, eyes rolling back into her head as he forced her lips apart with the red tip of his cock. Groans clawed through him as her tongue explored the parts he had pushed into her mouth, tasting him, feeling him, hoping that she'd never forget this very moment again. "Tap my thigh two times if this is too much for you, sweetheart."

She hummed around him, choking on her breath as Daemon forced himself deeper down her throat. Daenera gagged around him, tears were instantly dripping from her eyes, rolling down her cheeks one by one, but she didn't dare pull back, wanting to make him proud. He fucked her mouth slowly, trying to keep his moans from growing any louder, not daring to attract any unwanted attention.

"You're taking me as if you were made for me, such a good girl for me." His praises left Daenera moaning around his cock, trying to keep her hands from wandering, needing to take care of the heat growing between her thighs. Daemon could tell how needy she was, how much she wanted to feel his hands on her – a sight that only spurred him on. She was at his mercy, would follow his every command, like  his own toy to use, to own.

"I want you to swallow for me, can you do that, pretty girl?" Their eyes met, his blown wide from the lust thumping through his veins, hers glassy from the tears that kept on rolling. She tried to nod, tried to move her head, though without any luck, Daemon's cock was too deep down her throat, forcing her to hold still. Her hands pumped the parts he didn't force down her throat, adding more friction to the way he fucked her mouth.

He twitched against her tongue, about to cum down her throat, letting go with a silent groan. Daenera watched his head roll back, eyes fluttering close, lips parted – a sight she'd take to grave with her. She swallowed every drop he offered her, groaning at the salty taste, hoping that this wouldn't be the last time he fucked her mouth, the last time she got to taste him.

"Get onto the bed."

Their eyes held contact as Daemon stepped closer, quickly undressing himself before he rested between her thighs. He pulled her in for a teeth-clashing kiss, hovering over her with his hands exploring her naked body, cupping her breasts, pinching her hardening nipples before they found her dripping core.

"Oh god" She whispered her words, eyes fluttering close as she felt his warm breath clashing against her soft skin, tongue darting out to run along her folds, tasting her arousal. Daemon took his time with exploring her cunt, thumb rubbing her pulsing bundle as he dipped his tongue into her tightness.

Daenera choked on her moans, having to cover her mouth to try and stop her sounds from clawing through her too loudly. He studied her with mischief swimming in his pupils, set on making her thrash around beneath him, body shaking from the first of many orgasms he'd push through her.

His thumb picked up its speed as he pushed two fingers into her, instantly finding her swollen spot, close to making her cum right there. Soft praises left him, praises she couldn't pick up on, already too far gone, about to cum for him. Her teeth drew blood from her lip, biting into the soft flesh all too forcefully to try and keep her sounds bottled in.

"Cum for me, pretty girl, let go." Daemon's words seemed to push her over the edge, holding her close as if he was scared she'd disappear right in front of his eyes, not daring to ever let her out of his sight again. His fingers fucked her through her high, marvelling at Daenera and her pleasure-drunken features. "You did so well for me, so well."

"Daemon," Daenera murmured his name with her voice raspy and exhausted, yet dripping with anticipation. "Fuck me, I need you inside of me."

"Are you sure?" His hands found her chin, forcing Daenera to get lost in his pupils, struggling to reply. A soft "Yes" rolled off her tongue. They kept holding eye contact as Daemon positioned himself near her entrance, and as he pushed into her all too slowly.

"Fuck, you're so tight." His curses left her clenching around him, needing to deeply exhale as she tried to adjust to his size. Daemon watched her intently, not daring to move before she quietly whimpered his name, telling him to fuck her. He took his time, wanting to properly enjoy this very moment, feeling her walls flutter around him with every thrust.

Daenera's moans guided Daemon on, eyes staring up at him, at the concentration tugging on his features, on the way his tongue kissed his teeth, on the way his eyes swam with lust. His name rolled off her tongue every now and then, a mere whisper made for his ears only, a confession that weighed all too heavily, a confession that left both their hearts racing in excitement.

He fucked her faster with every passing second, holding onto the headrest of her bed to try and stop himself from properly destroying her, resisting the urge to mark her up on their first night together. And even though Daemon tried to control himself, wanting to properly concentrate on her, she couldn't help but beg for more, letting go of a "Please" every now and then, luring him further into the darkness calling his name.

"Touch yourself for me, make yourself cum on my cock." Their eyes kept meeting, watching one another as her fingers circled her overstimulated clit, drawing a few more moans from her slightly parted lips. Daemon knew that he'd never forget this moment, the way she looked so perfectly buried beneath him, made for him only.

"I'm close, please." Her words drew a "Fuck" from him, knowing that he was just as close as she was. With a small "Cum" leaving Daemon, she let go, choking on her gasps with her eyes closed and her head thrown back. He kept on fucking her, high on the feeling of her, on the way she called his name, on the way she was his only.

Daemon let go a few seconds later, burying his face in the crook of Daenera's neck, silencing his sounds. For some moments they were engulfed by a thick blanket of silence, with only their moans echoing through the night, filling her room over and over again. Only as he pulled out of her, did she dare to find her voice again.

"Daemon" the call of his name left him smiling, finding his way back to Daenera's bed. "Don't leave just yet."

"I'll stay here with you, but I'll be gone before morning comes, we can't risk anything."