Burning Love: Daemon Targaryen x Laena Velaryon

Pleasure|15|

Full chapter of smut you have been warned 😘😘

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"God, you are such a beautiful woman," Daemon whispered in absolute awe as his eyes looked over every inch his sweet little wife bared to him. Laena giggled at how flushed Marcella had become from just their husbands' words.

"Wife," Marcella gasped out, feeling on fire from his feathery touch as Daemon hummed, cocking an eyebrow towards her. "I am your wife, and I have not waited fourteen years to become your wife only for you to call me a woman" she explained, pulling him down and straddling him, causing him to release a grunt surprised by her actions, making her smirk, as well as Laena, who gripped her hair, smashing their lips together, pulling a muffled moan from Marcella, who kissed back, throwing her head back, and moaning loudly when Daemon grinded up into her.

"Fuck more, please, Daemon!" She pleaded eyes shut, head thrown back, not noticing the look her husband and wife shared, both happy to have the woman they had desired for years finally be theirs for the rest of their lives.

Daemon sat up stealing a kiss from his dark-skinned wife while Marcella watched amazed at the sight, a sight she knew she would never tire of. Her breathing stopped for a moment when she felt two of his fingers come into contact with her sensitive pearl. His groans as he feels the heat of her cunt, drawing circles with his fingers. Marcella bit her cheek, trying to stop herself from moaning, leaning her head against his chest, unable to stop the rolling of her hips. His fingers begin to accelerate as he fisted her silver locks, his free hand pulling his darling to look up at him and Laena.

"Look at Laena, Darling, she wants to see you." Her eyes catch her beautiful grinning wife, who's eyes are lit with fervent desire, a look she had never seen before. She wasn't used to feeling like this. Sure, the sex with Theo was great, but it was more giggle-filled than anything. She wished she could stare at the two dragons in front of her forever, but she couldn't as her eyes fluttered shut at the feel of Daemon's fingers returning to their slow pace, leaving her feeling unfulfilled and on the cusp of tipping over in pleasure already so worked up from the simple touches.

Daemon and Laena work in tandem, drawing pleasure out of their darling with their expert touches. "So fucking tight," Daemon grunted, adding a second finger, causing her head to turn. He moves his fingers expertly in and out of her wet cunt. Loving the feeling of her velvety walls, he spoke to Laena, but Marcella had a hard time understanding the words; her eyes were shut, concentrating on the flowering pleasure that was beginning to take hold. Only that wouldn't do for Laena. Her gentle touch on Marcella's cheek slowly fluttered her eyes open, meeting Laena's dark brown eyes and loving smile that soon caught Marcella's lips in a tender and sweet kiss that quickly turned heated moans, escaping both women as they fought for dominance. Marcella lifted herself off and from Daemon quickly pushing Laena down, straddling her as the kiss became heated. Both princesses' desperate to taste and feel each other. Marcella's hands wandered, touching and groping all she could reach as Laena sat up holding her sweet wife close to her as Daemon got off the bed, standing at the end.

The sound of Daemons deep and raspy chuckle broke both girls apart, turning to face their husband, who was flushed and beathing heavily, eyes dark and burning with desire. Marcella felt her cheeks heat up even more under his gaze as his eyes drifted down her naked body, his tongue darting out to lick his dry lips. Both Marcella and Laena could tell by the growing bulge in his trousers that he was indeed turned on by the sight, which left them even more flustered. His smile grew, clearly enjoying how flustered both of them were.

He pulled his tunic over his head and tossed it aside, standing before Laena and Marcella, chests bare. His body was covered in scars from past battles, the damaged skin shining slightly from the light of the lit candles and moon. It was a beautiful sight—a sight Laena had seen thousands of times and loved more each time—but to Marcella it was only a sight she had dreamt of—a sight that told his story that showed the victories. He had a rough look but a beautiful fucking sight—a sight that left her jaw dropping as he pushed down his trousers. No rumors did the man justice.