Daemon Targaryen Imagines

I want to devour you my queen

I sat in my chambers reading letters and other such paperwork most of it of little relevance to me. I perked up a little as I heard the gentle tap of stone, I looked to my door but no word came, instead, I heard the sound once more so I turned and saw the door to the secret passages behind my tapestry open and Prince Daemon walked in with a sly smirk, I blushed but stood leaving my papers behind.

"Good Evening My prince," I blushed,

"Good Evening, princess."

"What brings you to my chambers?" I asked, "And why is it you neglect the door?"

"Īlon both gīmigon skoro syt i'm kesīr (We both know why I'm here.)" He growled as he pushed me up against my bedpost, his body against me in every possible inch so close I could feel the cold of the valiryan steel clasps on his shirt, his foot between my own giving me little way to escape him, not that I wanted to.

I blushed but smirked back, "Iksan sure gaomi (I'm sure we do)"

His hands on my waist stroking my gown, my own in his hair twisting in his freshly cleaned locks trying to bring him even closer. "Se īlon gīmigon both gīmigon skoro syt nyke neglect naejot gaomagon aōha door, guarded ondoso aōha dārys's guard (And we know both know why I neglect to use your door, guarded by your king's guard)," He growled,

"pār skoro syt gaomagon īlon hesitate? (Then why do we hesitate?)"

Our lips met in a fiery embrace, igniting a passion and enthusiasm that surpassed any feeling I had ever experienced before. In that moment, the world around us dissolved into a hazy blur, and everything else ceased to exist. I was lost in his love, feeling like a tree deeply rooted to the ground, unable to move or even think. The sensation of being downstream from a dam The steady flow of water was a gentle trickle, soothing and comforting. But suddenly, the dam had burst and I was hit with a deluge of his passion. It was like a powerful current, sweeping me away and leaving me completely overwhelmed.

Every fibre of my being was consumed by his affection.

the gentle metallic taste of his lips against me, the scent of blood, I enjoyed every heavenly second of his lips on my own as our lips moved their clacking sound all that echoed in my chambers with only the fire's cracks for competition, I pulled him desperately close wanting to feel his every inch, his every way, he didn't deny me, in fact, bringing himself even closer as our kisses got not only more passionately but more sloppy and haphazardly as neither of us tried to kiss sweetly or beautifully our kisses only a vehicle for our rampant desire this becoming far messier. I began tugging and pulling on his silver hair, our bodies bumping one another as we both tried so desperately to be closer our heads moving up and down as we desperately kissed one another, our own mouth kisses causing us to battle one another for control and as much as he wanted it I wasn't going to simply give in and let him have it the little groans and gasps he made fueled me more as his hands exploded my nightie without hesitation,