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Daemon wiped the blood from his blade across the dead man’s tunic. He was drenched in it—crimson streaks covering his armor and skin. Another night had been spent purging King’s Landing of the crime-ridden vermin who infested its streets like rats.
The violence had only stoked the fire in his blood. His cock strained hard against his breeches, and there was only one thing on his mind.
His niece. Rhaenyra.
Inside her chambers, Rhaenyra sat at her looking glass, brushing her hair before bed. Her thin chemise brushed against her soft skin as she shifted and crossed her legs. The comb caught in a tangle, drawing a small wince from her.
The bedchamber doors swung open suddenly. Daemon strode in, shutting them behind him and locking the door with a click. He had already shed his armor. Dried blood streaked his temple. Without a word, he stripped off his tunic and approached her.
“Are you injured, uncle?” she asked, glancing at him over her shoulder.
Daemon scoffed. “No.” He continued toward her. “Stand up.”
Rhaenyra hesitated only a moment before rising to her feet. He stopped chest-to-chest with her, cupping her jaw with one hand.
“I need you,” he purred, fingers tightening on her cheeks. “Right now, my darling.”
Her mind stalled, but her body answered instantly. A hot throb pulsed through her clit and deep into her core. She gave a tiny nod.
Daemon chuckled softly. Still gripping her chin, he walked backward toward the bed, pulling her with him. With his free hand he shoved his breeches down, kicking them aside. His hard cock sprang free, pressing hot and heavy against her stomach.
Her gaze dropped to his weeping cock. A deep flush crept across her cheeks and down her neck to her chest.
Daemon chuckled again and tutted, tilting her chin higher. “Of all the times I’ve fucked you, you still blush like a virgin,” he mused, lips brushing down her neck. His teeth scraped at her collarbone, pulling a soft gasp from her throat.
“Uncle…” she breathed, half protest, half plea.
He released her chin and seized the hem of her chemise, yanking it up and over her head. “That’s better.”
His hand found her bare breast, cupping it roughly as his thumb brushed over her nipple. The other trailed down her side to grip her hip. He nipped her neck once more, then spun her around and bent her over the bed so abruptly that her breath caught and she bounced against the mattress.
The heat of his cock pressed against her slick folds. He ran the tip through her wetness, inching forward just enough to pull a gasp from her throat before pulling back out, leaving her wanting more. Needing more.
“I think I want to play with you first,” he murmured. “Do not move.”
She obeyed as he stepped away, returning to his breeches. He retrieved his dagger from its sheath, held it up to the firelight for a moment, then walked languidly to the wash basin. He kept watching Rhaenyra over his shoulder, making sure she stayed in place. Her pale ass looked far too inviting. He licked his lips, poured water from the pitcher over the blade, and wiped it clean with a cloth.
Satisfied, he returned to her. His free hand cracked sharply across her ass, stealing her breath. Then he lowered the dagger, letting the flat of the blade trail slowly down her spine from between her shoulder blades. She tensed, shivering but not daring to move. A breathless moan escaped her when the cool steel slid over her tailbone and rested just above her crack.
“Spread your legs, darling,” he instructed softly.
Rhaenyra obeyed, shifting her feet until her folds parted invitingly for him.
Daemon hummed in approval. The flat of the blade traced lower, gliding over the sensitive skin of her rear hole. She shivered hard at the cool, unforgiving metal.
“Easy, little dragon,” he teased lowly. “So tense for me already.”
He let the tip of the dagger follow the same path down her spine, pressing lightly against her tight rear entrance before dragging it slowly downward through her slick folds. The sharp edge never broke skin, but the threat of it made her whimper.
“Fuck… you’re dripping down my blade,” he chuckled darkly, teasing the blunt edge back and forth along her wet clit. “Does the danger make you wetter, Rhaenyra? Or is it just knowing I could ruin you with a single flick of my wrist?”
Rhaenyra’s breath hitched, her fingers twisting into the sheets. “Daemon… Gods—”
Slowly, deliberately, he pressed the tip of the blade against her entrance and began pushing it inside her. “Shush, my love. Relax,” he commanded softly as the blade sank deeper, inch by inch, until it was sheathed inside her dripping cunt. “That’s it… that’s a good girl.”
Once it was buried to the hilt, his fingers found her swollen clit and began rubbing quick, firm circles. Rhaenyra moaned, her thighs trembling.
“You aren’t allowed to clench around it,” he warned, his voice gravelly with amusement, “and you’re not allowed to cum. Not until I say so. Understood?”
She whimpered, fighting the urge to tighten around the intruding blade. “Y-yes, āeksion.”
Daemon smirked, keeping his fingers relentless on her clit. At the same time, he began to thrust the dagger in and out of her with torturously slow strokes, dragging it carefully against her walls on every withdrawal before pushing it deep again.
“Fuck, look at you, sȳz gí’rrlā.” he growled softly, eyes fixed on where the dagger disappeared inside her. “Taking it so well for me. So wet I can almost taste it.”
Rhaenyra’s breath came in short, desperate gasps. She clawed at the sheets, struggling not to clench around the thick blade as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her belly.
“Please…” she whimpered.
“Not yet,” Daemon murmured, never slowing the merciless rhythm on her clit. “You’ll hold it for me, won’t you, my sweet?”
“I c-can’t—” she choked out, her voice breaking.
Her body betrayed her. She clenched hard around the dagger, hips jerking. A sharp cry tore from her throat as a sharp sting bloomed along her inner wall as the sharp edge cut her. Daemon tutted slowly, though his fingers never stopped their firm circles on her clit.
“Naughty girl,” he murmured, sounding more amused than angry. He eased the blade out of her carefully, gazing at the small amount of blood on it before setting the dagger aside. His cock twitching. “I told you not to clench. Now look at what you’ve made me do…”
A small trickle of blood ran down her sensitive bud from the injury. He stooped down and dragged his tongue slowly up her clit, through the folds and around her tight hole. Rhaenyra whimpered, the internal sting only adding to the fire burning deep in her core. Her entire body was shaking with need.
“Does it hurt, little dragon?” he asked against her skin before straightening up. “Or does it make you ache even more?”
“Please, Daemon,” she begged, voice hoarse and desperate. “I need you inside me. Fuck me… please, āeksion, I can’t take it anymore.”
A low, satisfied growl rumbled in his chest. He didn’t make her wait.
In one swift motion he gripped her hips, lined up his throbbing cock and slammed into her to the hilt. Rhaenyra cried out as he immediately began pounding into her, hard and relentless, forcing her body deeper into the mattress with every brutal thrust.
“Fuck—that’s it,” he snarled, one hand fisting in her hair while the other held her waist in a bruising grip. “Take my cock. Take it.”
Bent over the edge of the bed, she could do nothing but take it as he fucked her without mercy, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the chamber. Rhaenyra’s moans grew louder and more broken with every thrust, her body tightening as the pain and pleasure were coiling unbearably.
“Daemon—please—I’m going to—” she gasped.
“Cum for me,” his rough voice commanded, strained. “Cum on my cock, niece.”
She shattered with a sharp cry, clenching hard around him as her orgasm crashed through her. The feeling of her fluttering around his cock sent Daemon over the edge right after her. With a deep groan he buried himself as deep as he could and came hard—flooding her with thick, hot spurts as he ground against her ass.
They stayed locked together, panting, his body draped over hers while the last tremors of pleasure faded. Daemon pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to the back of her neck, still buried deep inside her.
“Good girl,” he murmured against her skin. “Ñuha byka zaldrīzes.”