Ruin Me

Chapter Eleven

(A/N: Again, I'm not the best at smut writing so please be nice. XxD)

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It shouldn't have surprised Daenyra that her uncle brought her to a whore house. It was well known that he was partial to spending his nights in places like this. Perhaps, he even spent most of his time here which is why he felt so comfortable shedding his cloak as Daenyra unabashedly stared at the naked men and women who were performing or just plain fucking. Music was soft in the background as Daenyra snagged a goblet of wine, admiring the patterns inked onto the bodies of the performers as they rolled around their stage, completely comfortable in their skin.

Her uncle was off gazing out of a window, but that was simply a façade. In truth, the man had angled himself to perfectly get a glimpse of flashes of amber beneath Daenyra's hood as she weaved through the crowd, ever the invisible little street rat.

Eventually, he abandoned his own goblet before he approached his niece, stealing both her cup and her hand as he led her deeper into the brothel.

She walked past various partially secluded alcoves where couples and groups were in various states of undress. However, whilst that didn't seem to have any effect on her, rather than making heat pool between her legs, her only real source of unease came when her uncle yanked her hood from her head, allowing her silver hair to tumble down her shoulders.

"Relax," he whispered as they walked. "The benefits of being a twin, they'll never know which one you are."

"Unless they see my eyes," she returned.

"Then I guess you'll simply have to keep them closed," Daemon taunted as they kept moving.

"So you can take advantage of me, uncle?" she asked in High Valyrian, deciding it was safer to speak in a language none of these lowborns would be able to understand.

"Do you want to be taken advantage of?" he returned but he received no reply as he lifted up a scrap of fabric and they passed through into a large round room.

Daenyra stared at where a naked man walked up to another man who was taller and began taking off his pants. "And I suppose that this is where people come to be taken advantage of?"

Daenyra was lost to the feeling of lust as Daemon came up behind her, lowering his nose to her neck. "Only willingly," he answered against her skin, placing butterfly kisses along the column of her neck. Her eyes closed as her head rolled back onto his shoulder, giving him more access to her neck as she felt her cunt begin to drip with arousal. His hands snaked under the dirty tunic she wore, the cold feeling sending more sparks of desire downwards. "Eyes open," he ordered lowly. "I want you to watch."

Like fuck Daenyra was about to do that when this position felt so good, her arm reaching back to fist the hair on the back of Daemon's head. However, that particular desire was denied as Daemon withdrew his touch. "Eyes open," he ordered again, his voice even deeper and huskier than before as he spun her around, his forehead resting on hers. She'd never stared at his blue eyes so closely before.

His mouth moved towards her ear again. "Fucking is a pleasure, you know? For the woman as it is the man," Daemon whispered. Daenyra's hands gripped the back of his shirt as she peaked over his shoulder, watching the people in the throes of pleasure. "A marriage is a duty, yes, but that doesn't stop us from doing what we want. From fucking who we want."

His eyes came back to meet hers, their lips a breath apart. "And what is it that you want, Uncle Daemon?"

His actions were answer enough as he leaned down and claimed his own pleasure by claiming her lips. Daenyra was dizzy from the feeling that came with kissing Daemon, or that might have been the lust, but either way, it was utterly consuming. It was better than any wine, it almost beat the feeling of flying on dragonback.