The Baratheon Bride: Daemon Targaryen (ON HOLD)

Part 4: Tourney of the Heir (2)

Daemon must have pushed her backward into the wall because she felt the brink wall dig into her back. Alyssa didn't care a flying fuck at that moment! Her body was burning, her dragon blood on fire for this man who wore golden armor covered in blood! Heat crawled across her skin. All over it flushed her: her arms, her hands, her face, and yes, most acutely, in the lowest part of her abdomen.

The place between her thighs throbs painfully. Wetness seeps through her small clothes, creating an unpleasant and sticky situation, there is only one way to get rid of it. There, a breath length away from her was a dragon-made flesh, devouring her mouth, biting and teasing the fire with his skillful kiss.

Alyssa knew that this was madness. Daemon was a married man! He was not free to be fully hers and she was not free to be his. Yet, at this moment, in this dark corridor with no one coming between them, Alyssa surrendered herself to her desire. She would have Daemon Targaryen, and nothing would stop her!

"Tell me what you want, Alyssa." He whispers against her skin, his tongue brushing against it as if to taste her. "I promise no one will know."

A hand wrapped itself in his long white hair and yanked his head back, roughly expelling a groan from his lips. Daemon's purple eyes met her amethyst ones, and Daemon let out a ragged breath, transfixed. "No one will know." She commanded, as the future ruling lady, she was. Daemon would get on his knees for her. "Not your gold cloaks, drinking friends, or" She venomously bit the last word. "Your whores." She gave his cheek a soft caress, as a loving mother would to her child. "Do I make myself clear?"

He smirked wickedly, "As my lady commands." Alyssa's hand relinquished his hair, and Daemon recaptured her lips, teeth clanking with the force of it. "What do you want, Alyssa?" His hands went to her waist, shoving their hips together.

Alyssa's breath hitches. "Tell me, Alyssa."

"I-I-Daemon..." She had no answer, just moans as he wedges a knee in between her legs, making a small noise of protest spell from her lips. He chuckles darkly and leans forward to kiss her brow.

"Shh," He comforts. "You will remain a virgin, but I am not so cruel to leave you in such a state. I am not so cruel."

"Daemon-"

"Shh," Daemon calms her with assuring words, he pins her hand against the wall, and buries his face in her dark hair, breathing in the fresh scent of lavenders. He presses his knee into her cunt harder. Hard enough to offer her some measure of relief. "Take your pleasure Lady Baratheon. Take it."

He presses his knee more into her, right on her bundle of nerves, right where she dreams of him making her peak, of his fingers and talented tongue. Alyssa surrenders. For the first time in her life, Alyssa abandoned herself. She rocks against him, the cold of his amour sending shock waves through her cunny.

Deamon moans into her hair, bracing himself above her as she begins to rock harder, keening into his ear. "Yes, that's it," He encourages her, "That's it. Alyssa. Yes."

His hands franticly untied her night robe, revealing her night shift, almost see-through. Daemon swallowed hard, hands attentively traveling down her side until he lifted her right leg, so it wrapped around his hips. The cold metal against her bare skin, made Alyssa bite back a moan. The pleasure, it was too great. She felt like she was flying across the sky.

Her free hand recaptured his hair, pulling and yanking Daemon's mouth back to hers. He hissed, as he coaxed her tongue to follow his lead. Alyssa felt so hot, something was building, and it threatened to swallow her whole. "Yes. Alyssa, yes." Her movements were growing more frantic as Daemon pulled away from her kiss, watching her use his body for pleasure. Her rocking was becoming more forceful, as her keens of pleasure echoed the corridor. "You are about to do something that you think will be a little embarrassing. You are about to cum, and I want you to cum right now." He ordered, and she obeyed.