House of the Dragon. Imagines and One Shots

In dragon's clothing - Part 8 - Daemon x Reader

Everything in italics is High Valyrian

Daemon made his way as quickly as he could to the pits, waving off the dragonkeepers as they came out to meet him, babbling about the new black dragon that had made its way into where the other dragons rested. The rogue prince reaching for a burning torch, before making his way into the darkness.

"(Y/n)..........." He called out. The prince shielding himself as a stream of fire made its way into the air, as he got closer to where he knew Caraxes would be. Daemon moving his arm away from his face, as the flames stopped. His eyes widening as a naked (Y/n) appeared from behind the blood wyrm's wing.

"What is it you want, Dragonlord?" She enquired, as she lay her hand atop Caraxes head. The feared beast closing its eyes and savouring her touch, as she gently stroked his scales. All thoughts that the younger son of Baelon might have had about questioning her entrance into Kings Landing, gone, as he took in the sight of the body that this time was not covered in singed Targaryen banner. The prince taking a few steps closer to her; his eyes never leaving her ample breasts, her strong, firm, hips and thighs, nor the prize that lay between those thighs. Daemon finding himself licking his lips and wondering what she may taste like; what she would sound like mewling, as he made her cum with his tongue.

"What if I said I wanted you...........?" The prince enquired, as he took some of her long hair between his fingers and brought it up his nose. The scent of the winds that had surrounded them as they made their way to the capital, filling his senses.

"Then I would laugh at you, and tell you that you were a fool. As I told you, I am not your prize, Dragonlord, in either of my forms; nor am I a whore, within which to dip your wick whenever the fancy takes you. I would never give myself to a man like you...........Never." (Y/n) growl disdainfully, as she reached up and pulled her hair from his hand.

"Now, why don't you go back to that pretty Keep, and leave Caraxes and I alone." She continued, before turning her back on Daemon. It now the prince's turn to growl, Deamon not liking the fact that she had dismissed him as if he were nothing, as if he were the lowest of the low. The rogue prince taking a step forward, ready to say something, until Caraxes raised his head and glared at him. The younger son of Baelon holding up his hand and backing away.

"So, you intend to stay in the pits............?"

"And why not.........?" (Y/n) turning on her heels and making her way back over to the Targaryen. Daemon, despite himself, feeling his ardour rise, as she stood before him.

"This is where I belong. Caraxes.......the others that are controlled by you and your ilk, are the closest thing to family that I have. They are my blood, my kin. I may be an afront to the gods, a freak created by those monsters in flesh pits of Gogossos; but I still have the blood of dragons flowing through my veins, and Caraxes has accepted me, so why would I want to be anywhere other than here, with him......with them?" She questioned. Daemon for once finding himself quietened.

He knew that she was going to be trouble, from the moment that the nervous, confused bannerman had opened the entrance to his tent and allowed her into the temporary accommodation, he had known that she would bring with her nothing but problems. But what was he to do? He could not have returned to Kings Landing without that which he had set out to capture. He could not have returned appearing to be unsuccessful, Daemon sure that the likes of Otto would have used such things against him; would have claimed that his inability to capture a possibly dangerous, rogue dragon, simply proved everything that the Hand had ever said about him. Yet in doing what he set out to do, he had brought to the capital, something that could cause not only him, but everyone else that lived in his brother's kingdom, more trouble than they had ever known. Daemon not wanting to think what it might mean, if she could control the other dragons, as she seemed to be able to control Caraxes; if she could capture the hearts of the other beasts, as she had with his own blood wyrm. Sure, that if she could, then she might have them burn not only Kings Landing to the ground, but anywhere else that she so desired. The prince imagining her sat upon the Iron Thrones, imaging her sat upon the throne at Dragonstone, watching as the world burned. Yet despite knowing this, or perhaps because of it, he still wanted her. He still desired to call her, his. To take a woman that could truly say she was a dragon and rule with her. But to do that, he would have to give her what she wanted; he would have to let her dictate what happened between them. He would have to leave her with Caraxes and the other dragons, while he slowly, ever so slowly did his best to work his way into her affections. To prove to her, that he was not what she thought him to be; that he could give her more, be more for her than anyone or anything else. That for the first time in her life she could trust what she had for so long despised.

"As you wish........but perhaps you would allow me to bring you some clothes for when you are in this form. It one thing to try and explain away a woman in the pit, but a naked woman.........and especially one as beautiful as you. I doubt that the keepers have seen your like........" A smile pulling at the prince's lips, as (Y/n) looked down at herself. Caraxes placing her wing around her and pulling her close, as she slowly nodded. Daemon bowing deeply, before making his way from the pits; sure, that when news spread that he was in the Keep, his brother would call him for more of an explanation; an explanation he was yet to come up with. But for now, the first thing to do was find the exquisite creature that he had just left, something that would cover her just enough so that no one else would get the chance to see, what he wanted to ensure was for his eyes only.