Y/n nodded and gently moved her hand to daemons' tight leather trousers and began to unlace and untie slowly until they opened up and she slipped her hand down into his leather trousers her fingers stroked across his V muscles leading her hand even lower, The prince's voice grew more heavy as he spoke and his voice was thick with his desire.
"That... That's good... Keep going my little bird, please.... Don't... Don't stop my dear..."
She giggled as she softly stroked the Targaryen blonde hair that even graced him. Petting it softly and slowly half to tease him and half to fully explore him,
"My little bird...such an innocent little thing, go on." he growled,
Y/n smiled and moved her hand further down pulling his cock from his trousers blushing as she revealed him and him her fingertips stroking the half-hard shaft watching as blood rushed to engorge him which caused his body to involuntarily continued to squirm in pleasure. She smiled and laid her chin on his peck to watch him and his shaft carefully to make sure she was doing it right, His eyes were heavy and tired from the excitement. His voice grew heavy to speak again and he sounded breathless from it all.
"That... That feels good... So good..." He groaned, "My little bird... It feels too good... Please... Keep... Going."
"am I doing alright my prince?" She cooed nervous to continue
The prince's chest heaved and his breathing remained heavy. "Mhm... You're... You're perfect... Don't stop... Please."
Y/n nodded taking a grip of him in her hand and slowly moving her wrist to pay off his many desires, Daemon was almost losing himself in the pleasure and would have almost not been able to form words as he watched his little bird, his future wife, please him for the first time, seeing her so nervous to touch him turned him on, to think he was taking something so innocent and corrupting her to give him his pleasure.
"I'm... Oh... My.... little bird..." Daemon's body began to shiver and he groaned louder as the pleasure took over. He started breathing heavily as he neared the moment that was fast approaching for him, his orgasm hit like flying his dragon into a stone wall, Daemon yelled her name in pleasure and he seemed to have collapsed in on himself on the pillow as the intense pleasure washed over him. His voice was heavy and he sounded almost tired as he spoke. "Oh god... Oh my... God. Oh my little bird... that- that was perfect..." he groaned as his seed split out across his stomach but her hand didn't stop or even slow keeping him in this overstimulated state but he could barely choke out the need for her to stop, "My little bird, I..." Daemon could feel the pleasure building for a second time and his body began to respond in kind. The prince's breath remained heavy and he seemed to moan involuntarily as she continued. "Please... Dear little bird... Please... I" He found his words hard to get out, but he managed nonetheless. The prince's words were spoken through heavy breaths, and his breathing increased as the bird continued to tease him.
"Faster?" she asked with an innocent smile,
He could barely even think already past the point of no return, so he nodded, "Yes... Yes... Faster... Oh..."
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Daemon Targaryen Imagines
FanfictionHouse Of The Dragon (HBO) Daemon Targaryen Plaid Matt Smith Warning for Maturity! Warnings for Various Icky subjects that I will add on the top of each