Heir of the Dragon

International Super Spy

The cold and the damp had settled in Harrenhal, two things Jessica never liked. She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering as Daemon closed the doors to their chambers.

He crossed over, wrapping his arms around her. "Shhh, My Love, the fire's going." He kissed her shoulder then her neck.

Jessica closed her eyes and leaned into him.

Daemon played with the end of her laces between his thumb and forefinger. "My Love." He breathed.

Jessica turned her head, pressing her forehead against his temple. "Mm."

"I need you to do this for me." Daemon breathed. "Please, My Love, put my mind at ease."

Jessica let her lips brush his cheek. "I told you I want this child. The one in my belly growing now. Would you deny me being a mother?"

Daemon kissed her. "I would never deny you anything." Daemon breathed. "And if you want children, My Love, let them be OUR children. Rightful heirs to the Iron Throne."

Jessica kissed his temple, "My Love, My King...I can't in good faith knowingly do this...I..."

Daemon straighted up, kissing the tears that had fallen upon her cheeks. "Alright, My Love, alright. We will put this to rest. There's nothing more you need to worry about."

Jessica wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling Daemon to her. He hungrily found her lips, and the laces of her dress being pulled in one swift motion.

The cool air to her back sent shivers down her spine. Daemon chuckled again her lips, as his fingertips and nails delicately brushed on up and down her spine further playing on that sensation making Jessica wriggle and squirm under him.

"Always so sensitive, my Sweet Girl." Daemon murmured softly agaist her throat. "My Love. My Queen."

"Mmm." Jessica made quick work of unfastening Daemon's shirt and pulling it off of him.

Daemon tossed it to the side, amd couldn't pull Jessica to him fast enough. He could start to fell her break, mold to his own will. He could get her to take that Moon Tea willingly.

He dress had puddled onto the floor and Daemon scooped her up into his arms, kissing every inch of skin in his reach.

Jessica felt the softness of the bed as Daemon laid her down long enough to finish undressing.

There was a time when men were kind. When their voices were soft, and their words inviting.

Jessica pulled Daemon to her, as she felt him bury himself deep inside her.

There was a time when Love was blind. And the world was a song, and the song was exciting.

In those moments, close was never close enough, tight was never tight enough. Those two mingled and tossed and turned, as the two of them became one. No pain came to the bite marks Daemon left on her porcelain skin, or how deep his fingerprints bore into her, or how he pushed himself deeper in her still.

And Jessica would never get enough.

There was a time.

Jessica didn't know when they had stopped, when she had started to doze off on his chest, when she felt that everything was right in the world.

And it all went wrong.

Jessica woke up coughing, a tickle in her throat, she sat up, trying not to disturb Daemon. But he was moving the moment she was off his chest.