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[chainedqueen]

[There had been a time when there was more risk. Viserys had, on occasion, summoned her during some of these meetings. Without much choice, she had to quickly pull herself from Daemon, quickly clean and perfume herself and then go to her husband's chambers. Now that his illness had progressed, there was less need to disturb her in the night. Not unless his illness was severe or pain made him call for her, which was rare.

There isn't any fear about time in these moments. Instead, she can simply slip down around him, easing him gently inside her. Her hand came to his lips, covering him the exact moment he was fully inside her. She was the one who normally needed this precaution. Whether this was dominance or a hyper awareness to her surroundings, it was hard to say.

She rocked her hips, urging them both into a slow and steady pace.]

My son must be king. [It was a murmur against his ear, a pleading for his promise that she could not commit to paper. There wouldn't be time later to urge him, to ask him to join her side in this. They would later be surrounded by others. Passion had a way of bringing out true confessions from her and honesty outside of her mask. She didn't need to seduce him for this, nor was she attempting to, she was merely whispering need and fear in one breath.]

[valyrianprince]

[ He doesn't intimately know how his brother is in the bedroom, but he had a feeling with the disinterest of Alicent in public he can catch glimpses of that Viserys wasn't exactly doing anything right. But at the same time, duty chained the two together. But here, under the waterfall, stretching and filling Alicent as they moved together, giving her pleasure and feeling her body quiver, Daemon knew they were bonded in pleasure and desire. If just for a moment, the two would have this moment, this heat shared between them.

Having her body come alive under him, around him, was far better than he'd even imagined. Part of him wants to slow them down, to live in this moment more fully and for longer, but he also knows that they don't have the time. Stolen time with a knight that may well come looking for her if they dally too terribly long. They're already pushing it. But there's other things too that he wants to find ways to explore later.

Darker things, better things. To learn her body better, mapping it with hands and teeth. Finding what makes her shudder at just the thought, let alone the touch of it. Learning how much pain will make her wet, make her want to command him to claim her again. How much pain will heighten her pleasure, because he's noticed that she's enjoying it hard, enjoying that mark to her breast that will linger every time she wears a dress for the next few days, something that if he's also right, his brother may never see even if she's summoned.

His hips push faster, harder at her urge for quicker, but his teeth are dangerously close to leaving marks on her pale throat as she tilts her neck to the side and gives him such a beautiful canvas to paint. Fingers pull and tug at her nipple, working it harder to give her a little bit of pain as his fingers on her clit work harder to get her closer to her second orgasm. ] Quickly, as you command. Let me feel my Queen tighten around me, pleasure taking her once again. Let her body break on me, feel me following her pleasure to fill her. So she might dream of this for days to come until she needs me again. Until she might once again wish and need her dragon.

[ Again. He's far from sated of her, far from done with her. It's not a passing fancy, a game to claim what his brother has. No, he's far more tightly wound and bound to her with this giving in, with sharing this heat together, with knowing he can give her this. ] Come for me, Alicent. [ The words are dark, heated, but soft and only for her even with the roar of the water around them. Commanding her to let her body swell and break for him, under his touch and command. ]

[valyrianprince]

[ The nights Viserys had summoned her off him, left him hard, aching, and wet with her only to have to finish himself with his hand normally left him grumpier than normal the next day. Taking all his will not to find an excuse to pull Alicent into a dark corner and finish what had been left unfinished between them. But also, he bided time because it was normally only a matter of time before she called him back after those times too. Less guilt when she's been rutted by her husband, especially in the wake of the fire she could have.

A soft, very low and quiet groan leaves him, breathing against that hand covering his mouth. Though after a moment, he can't help himself and teeth graze her palm in return as he rolls his hips slowly up and his hand pulls her down a little more, just a hair tighter to ensure she feels all of him, as deep as her body allows him to sink.

There's no hint of anger at her dominance, happy to stay under her even if, like with the bite, he'll push that command of him. As always. It's a push and pull between them, but then, that's part of what that fire burning between them is. The challenge they give to each other, Queen or Dragon, who's in charge at any given moment. Shared dominance in some ways.

He doesn't fight the slow, steady pace though, moving with her easily as his head dipped to pepper kisses down her throat, across a collarbone, to place a kiss over her heart. The kiss is soft, sweet, and the softer side of him she occasionally brings out, if only to be reminded of his dangerous streak by using a hint of teeth against her skin. Soft and just a hint of promised pain, hand teasing up her back to encourage her to arch for him as she rode him.

It's easy to know what he wants, her chest pushed out so he can work her breasts as they move. His favorite spot to mark on her, knowing every breath of a tight gown will remind her of tonight for a few days as it heals. Secret and theirs. ] I will do all in my power to get her to see this. Word is she may yet have a new daughter soon. Would you be willing to wed Aemond or Daeron to the promised girl for peace and her promise to back off the throne?

[ Teeth tease the skin of the top of her breast as he waits for an answer. Who the girl's father is, is really anyone's guess with her in Dragonstone and out of court, she's more free to take lovers while her useless waste of a husband plays around with knights. But he needs to know where Alicent will draw the light, how much room he has to negotiate on Alicent's behalf and what she, as the mother of their children is willing to allow. ]

[chainedqueen]

[Pain was something she was somewhat accustomed to. She had torn her fingers so often to bleed, to sting whenever she washed or used her hands. Having him tug at her nipple, bite fiercely at her breast, it ran deeper than simple cuts and sores. Each cry came more quickly, more loudly the more he tested this. It was a new desire that she hadn't considered before, but her body apparently wanted. Having so much rage buried as a child, so much anxiety, it needed to be released and explored in some capacity. Here, next to the falls wasn't ideal, but it was still a revelation.

With her face turned more to the rocks, he'd better hear her cries of pleasure. They echoed back at them amplifying her sounds for them alone. Everything else was lost to the falls. She gripped the stones as she had the balcony railing, her knuckles turning white. He was so fast, so deep and so demanding. She wanted to be fully pressed against them, to be so thoroughly debauched that she would need to clean the grime and dirt from hidden places on her body. The risk was too great. She could not even fully remove her gown as she wanted. Instead, they had to settle for raised skirts and a lowered bodice. Enough that she could cover the evidence of this, but barrier enough to both of their desires.

He whispered dark things to her, words that weren't normally spoke (as words were never spoken at all) during her nights with his brother. Her eyes rolled back into her head, giving herself over to the torrent of words, the promises of further debauchery and fed on it. It filled her as easily as he did and the thoughts teased at her as effectively as his fingers. She wasn't bound to last long, not on the heels of earlier attention.

His request isn't enough. She needs one more tug at her nipple, one more scrape of his teeth against her neck and one deep thrust. Then, at once, she shatters. She covered her mouth, burying her scream beneath both the sound of water storming around them and her palm. She could taste a bit of the stone against her skin, smell the wet rocks there as well. It would be hard to disassociate all of that from this.

He was still moving and she still accepted him. Had they more time, she would easily last longer and seek more than this one climax, but time is against them. She does her best to move as it seemed she should, grinding into the hand that teased her. She tightened more around him, remembering at least this way to help finish a man.]

[chainedqueen]

[It's a deal that she dislikes and her ragged nails bury into his shoulder, a small grip to keep from growling. There were times they did this, said things that might make the other's temper flare. It was an exciting game, started in Storm's End. With so much obstinance in her, so much chaos in him, it lead to enough heat that their words became fire. She was no dragon, but she had her own flame in her, the Hightower flame.

She pushed down her nightdress to her waist, pausing to see his shirt followed. It was enough bare skin to satisfy them both for now. It was never an easy night when Daemon was with her. Viserys had her only once in a night and then drifted to sleep. She could expect barely any when Daemon was in her room. He seemed intent on not letting her sleep, taking her once and then again and then again, then waking her from her slumber to have her once more. He was voracious and relentless, which suited her temperament fine. She had her own measure of that, shown each time in this cycle of denial, anger and then acceptance.

It was easier now when he marked her. She knew best how to cover any scrapes or bites. Her bruises could be kept beneath long sleeves and her neck and shoulders hidden beneath high neck gowns. She was old enough that it would not draw comment. Five times a mother, none expected her to be wonton or desirous for attention. This, Daemon likely knew and thrived on.

He's buried as deep as he can be, the thrusts slow and small so this may be drawn out. Still, even at her attempts to keep this languid and soft, he managed to get a little under her skin. Queen and Dragon battling in some measure again.]

It may well be another boy. I will not commit to such a thought yet. [Or really ever. It would be an offense to her younger sons to marry a daughter of uncertain parentage. Never mind that her own were born from such things as well, but Alicent never shied away from her moments of hypocrisy.]

[valyrianprince]

[ It's a revelation that he's more than happy to explore with her later, when they have a little more time, even if it might be a little more of a risk in the Keep, on the trip, at Storm's Edge. Because the back of his mind is already trying to figure out when he can find her alone for more. A craving he's never going to be rid of. But exploring it would take time, time they are preciously out of at the moment.

Because truly, he wants her bare soon enough, to be able to take in every inch of her, to worship it and show her just what he thought of her beauty. Even as he left scrapes of nails or nips of teeth in his wake of exploring her. He had a feeling she'd arch and wiggle beneath him beautifully.

Right now though, his attention narrowed in on giving her what she needed to shatter, feeling her body tighten around him as she came for him. What he wouldn't give for her to not have to worry about muffling her cries of pleasure, to hear them in full. For now, he's committing to memory what he's getting. As for doing her best to see him his pleasure, she doesn't need long. Her climax pulled him closer and when she tightens once more around him, the cry of his own pleasure, more an almost growl, is given to the skin of her throat, just beneath her ear so she'll feel that sound through her skin but also and hear it.

His hands catch her hips, pressing her ass back against him as he presses her into those stones, filling her as he pants and stills inside her. Teeth and kisses pepper her skin with a low sound as he tries to come down a little, lingering in this moment for a moment at least. ] Next time... I'll see you come at least one more time before we're through. Maybe take the whole night to ensure your pleasure.

[ Next time. Because they're definitely not done. This hasn't washed her from his system. One hand eases up her belly, pressing a little as he rolls his hips, knowing it should make her wiggle, maybe even whine for him before his hand continues up to rest over her heart. ] Your dragon, ever ready to please his Queen well.

[chainedqueen]

[She does near whine. Pressed so roughly against the stone, having that tight control taken from her, him buried deep enough she might taste him, she didn't want to hurry back. She wanted another hurried rut, another jolt of fear they'd be caught. All of it would keep her rigid sense duty at bay and let her truly breathe.

She knows later she'll worry, later there will be shame and fear. For a moment, she wasn't herself. It was perhaps why she taunted him:] No, never again. [It was said even as she wriggled, tightening around him again. She was testing the waters of her abilities, wondering if this was how others ladies were or if she acted the whore. For a moment, she was someone else and liked the steps of this new dance.

There was a moan from where she moved just right, sending another bolt of pleasure through her. She should fix her appearance and hurry away, but it was so delicious to move and freely tease his cock still inside her. Protesting what she was actually working towards. She was sore, but it left her only more aroused. Otherwise, she would not dare to needle him so enthusiastically.]

You must find another to satisfy your lusts. I won't be privy to them. [She tightened again, daring him to try and forget this. Another lady might do it better, have him more expertly, but Alicent was at least learning a little seduction. She didn't flatter herself or was so naive to think he loved her. It was the sport of lust and want. Such things faded. She had been at court long enough to see that first hand. There was the brief fury of passion, but such flames always died in the end.

She had no reason to think that Daemon would be different, even as he swore another meeting. It would happen, she knew that. It was inevitable after giving in once, but it was not like to last the whole of the progress.

After, he'd have another woman and Alicent could return to her husband and duty and put all of this from her mind.

Another rock, another squeeze, attempting to milk what want was left. Oh but it felt so good that time didn't seem relevant.]

[valyrianprince]

[ A low sound rumbled in his chest for those nails in his shoulder, not that he will say anything about it. No, instead the teeth at her breast grow a little sharper as his hips rock just a little harder with one thrust, giving back the sharp he's getting. He loves her obstinance, her need to push him as much as he pushes her. And he also loves that even before she ever says a word he understands her and what she means by those nails as she rides him.

She may not be a dragon, may not be Targaryen, but they do have a bond. Over the years, wound tighter by shared pleasure, shared marks and bites, shared children. He's as bonded to her as he is to Caraxes in her own way. A tight grip on the chaotic war dragon that no one else, not even Viserys and Rhaenyra have been able to control or tame. And a bond he'd never trade for anything else.

As for sleep, who can really blame Daemon for wanting to take Alicent over an dover, to continue to feel her body tighten around him, be it his cock or his fingers, sometimes even his tongue if they start even slower than tonight. Hungry, still full of vitality and need and passion for her. Sleep is for the weak, and especially tonight, where he'll be leaving tomorrow. He loves taking full advantage of the nights he gets with her, before she pulls away for a time, before he has to leave for a few weeks at best, a month at most. Flying by dragon will ease travel time, but there's still the negotiations to partake in.

His mouth worked her breast, nipping sharply, marking her long before she's near to her climax. He's happy to sport any marks she might want to leave him, reminders of her as he travels. Happy to show them off because few would question him for them, his reputation while quieter, still hasn't ebbed in the brothel whispers. She knows well he isn't visiting them, but it keeps better in appearance for everything. ]

What do you offer? [ She had said in her letter she'd offer something to Rhaenyra to step down, to not fight Aegon getting the throne. Which means they have to bring something to the table. There has to be give somewhere past, you can keep Dragonstone and your lives. ]

[valyrianprince]

[ Eager, beautiful music to his ears, the way she whined for him. The way she wiggled back against him, keeping sheathed inside her, keeping his seed deep where it might take for them to share a child that none would be wiser, sharing Targaryen looks all the same. Though her never again has a low sound against his ear before his teeth nip at the skin of it, all he can do not to really mark her throat and leave her with questions of where it came from.

It's a delicate balance, taking what they both want, giving her the sharper but still leaving her skin at least presentable when they return. What's potentially miraculous is that despite having found his peak and spilling inside her, he's still hard so it's easy at her words to slide out just a little before thrusting back into her, hard and pointed as he growls against her ear. ] Oh, we will do this again. When the dark night grows long enough that your hand finds its way between your thighs. His hand slips from her skirts to catch her hand and draw it back down, under her skirts, fingers guiding hers so she can touch herself, tease her clit, feel the hard length of him where it enters her. ] But even as you work yourself, rock on your hand as you play this moment over and over again, it won't be enough. You'll need me, hard and deep inside you, fanning the fires that burn inside you.

[ That thrust leads to more, slow but hard, rocking himself into her as he helps her own fingers continue to work her clit, trapping her that she's a partner in her own pleasure as his teeth play along her throat, it will at least be red when they return, but nothing a few hours won't fade. Needle him all she wants, it won't push him away but only spur him to prove her wrong, that she wants him, needs him to continue helping her feel this way.

And the comment about finding another has him give a low sound, hand pulling at her nipple a little as he gives a low, chuckled sound. ] Is that what you really want? Me to find someone and give them this? Would you truly be happy to know I'm buried in someone else, stretching and fucking them, that I am not souly yours? [ He's curious, will his words spur jealousy in Alicent despite duty saying she shouldn't want him? Especially with how he rocks with her, making no move to let her up from the rocks, no move to slip from her and let her get more presentable to go back.

No, she's getting exactly what she wants but doesn't dare want. He's offering her another rut, another round, more pleasure and more to remember later when she's alone in her room with only the memories of how good it felt to have him deep inside her. ]

[chainedqueen]

[Naivety had her believing that nothing would come of this one time. Whether or not he had her again during the progress, as she was more like to allow, she wouldn't need fear any lasting significance of the dalliance. For the moment, she was more welcoming to the idea, knowing that it wouldn't go beyond this. A few thrusts inside her, a brief flurry of moans and pleasure, then the world would right itself once more. It was why she was more accepting of this moment, why she taunted and teased him until he was fucking her once again. It was something she could well forget later.

She knew well to touch herself, having done it enough before she was wed or thought of wedding. Having his hand over hers, showing her more and guiding her pleasure, it made everything sweeter and more sensual. She was arching into him, bending at the waist so he could drive completely into her. Their earlier position not allowing much, but this granting him more access to her inner depths. It wasn't sharp cries but languid moans that escaped her, encouraging him in noise if not in words to keep going. She wasn't done yet, she hadn't had her fill yet. She was queen and she would take as much time as she wanted.

One of her stockings loosened in the moment, slipping down over her knee and calf. There was so much she'd need to straighten and tighten, clothes that weren't meant for something like this. A hurried rut before returning back. Perhaps it was those barriers she preferred overcoming. If any asked, at least this position would give cover and allow her to claim she tripped. Her hands were caked enough with grime that it would be believe. Meanwhile, she could keep the memory of him driving into her slowly to herself.

He wanted her jealous but other women didn't yet concern her. It would be a mixed blessing, one littered with bitterness and disappointment, but a measure of relief. She was safe and duty would overcome this momentary lapse in judgement. So there is no hesitation for her to hiss:] Yes. [Whether that was for the idea or for what he was currently doing, how he was teasing and punishing her.] I would rather you find some minor noble's daughter and have her instead. I will be left in peace.

[Ridiculous words given that she was pushing back against him, gasping and grunting along with him. She would never use the word "fucked", but she recognized that was what was happening. This hypothetical girl didn't exist. It was Alicent receiving his cock, Alicent being pushed further and further, even as they took their time. A sharp groan escaped her as she near begged for more.]

I will no more be ruined by you as you will be ruined by me.

[chainedqueen]

[She had been greedy from the first moment to now, seizing all he offered with both hands. A bond took time to grow, and even with her still persistent protests, they came together again and again. Guilt was a cloak to wear for a period of time before it fell away along with the rest of her clothes. It never last the moment she spread his legs for him, whether it be fingers, cock or tongue. For the nights that the fight was raised in her, it was safer to be in the passageway where none could hear. She might have bribed a maid or two to overlook anything suspicious, but she couldn't rely on their silence. Her father might well offer a better price.

Her nails dragged down along his spine. The first sting had been frustration, now it was her own desire to mark him deeply so that it would barely heal by the time he was back. Something about his visits to Dragonstone, any time that he was near Rhaenyra, it brought out her jealousy and insecurity. She was well aware the pair had at least been in the midst of this before something interrupted. She never asked for details and never intended to. It was best left a secret. There was always something between him and Rhaenyra, even if it was tempered with time. It didn't change the possibility that desire might rise again and she'd sway him to her side. Rhaenyra could convince him of almost anything.

The mere idea had her thrusting down more roughly, cheeks cupping his jaw so she could raise his lips for a hot, searing kiss. His nights in King's Landing were of no concern to her. He kept his reputation well, but there was never any side another woman was in his bed. That was a comfort as time had went on and children were born. The Rhaenyra paranoia though would never leave. Some sores were forever present, as Ser Criston was to Daemon.

Her teeth bit at his lip hard, licking at the dots of blood that bubbled after. They were slow, taking their time, but that ferocity was always present, whether in passion or roughness.]

Her son will both be acknowledged as the true heirs to Dragonstone and Driftmark. [Neither of those are small offerings. Driftmark was the navy of Westeros and the only port to rival King's Landing. Lucerys would be a wealthy man before he even bore a child of his own. As Dragonstone was the property of the heir, it should go to Aegon's son, once he was wed and a father. Yet Alicent was willing to let the keep pass, that tradition to end. With its significance and proximity to King's Landing, it was a strategic location, as well as the history marking it as the most valuable jewel in Westeros.]

Her sons- [she gave a hushed gasp, circling her hips in just the right way.] Her sons will be given prominence at court, at the same level as Aemond and Daeron. Her younger sons can serve at court, one a squire to Aegon and the other a cupbearer.

[Far more generous terms than anyone else would give. Marriage though, she would not bend on that. She might prefer to have two more daughters, if only to keep her sons from any Rhaenyra might have.]

[valyrianprince]

[ Would it be so that her gods willed a child from this joining, that her gods would bless them with a child in a show that they were a good match, that the gods themselves not only didn't turn from her for doing this with them but granted her a gift in their wake. Would she consider it as such though? Only she knew, only her duty would dictate how she reacted if a child came from this. Rutting in the woods, leaving the crown with her knight and being a woman of desire with a dragon that is more than happy to offer it.

He also knows a few things about helping straighten a woman up after, so he can help her tidy up as best they're able. Though they will likely need some reason she looks as grimy and dirty as she does, as they both will because he's not exactly clean himself as he moves with her. The way she bends at the waist, giving herself to his new, slow thrusting earns a pleased sound as his hand both continues to work her breast and now offers a little support as she leans like that, his hips pushing faster slowly, with more care this time.

He can't help himself though, hand leaving her breast to tease up and wrap carefully around her throat. There's barely any pressure, but at the same time it's a dangerous position for his hand, so easily squeezing to restrict her air, even just a little, though he's curious if she'll enjoy that too. ] What ever should we do to punish the lies that leave your lips?

[ With her bent, he does sink deeper into her and he loves feeling so much more of her as he rocks harder into her. Hard but still slow, letting her ass slap against him as they move where her dress is pulled up and skin has contact against him. His hand tightens just a little at her throat, it's careful, light even in its pressure to give a little bit of control, a little bit of warning. ] You will crave me, even if I never were to touch you again, fill you so well in the future you will never be left in peace. Replaying this forever would be torment without the ability of a repeat of it. I'm so deep inside you, I'm never leaving.

[ He can't keep the slow, hard pace though. His own words helping the images in his head, pressing him faster inside her. Though he does occasionally make sure to use harder thrusts to jolt her, help reach so deep inside her she'll never scrub him out, settled and nested in her head and memory, feeling the ache of him for days to come. ] You will crave to feel me again, just as I will crave to be inside you again.

[valyrianprince]

[ While her mind and duty protested, her body responded, her subconscious and need and desire pulling the strings to keep them coming together. And to be fair to him, he treats her well. Giving her pleasure, seeing that she's just as sated as he is by the end of the night, but not just that. He's cared for her in quieter ways, private ways that only she can speak about because they didn't put words to them. He'd almost argue that his offers didn't need words, his actions spoke for themselves. And he's happy to feed her greed as much as she needs him to.

Arching at her nails, he gives a lower sound as he kisses her back just as deeply, as hard, and as needy as she does. He would cherish the wounds in his own way, using them to remember tonight, remember how good they are together in the dark. As terrifying as it was, he was a safe space to be herself. To give into wanting harder and pain in their fucking, of letting her give pain and relishing in it and only letting it spur him to move faster and harder beneath her with low sounds fed into the kiss.

A dragon to take the blood on her tongue and not shy away from it but bite back to nip her lower lip open as well, shared blood in a shared kiss. But between their rounds, there's talking, listening. He doesn't wave her thoughts and opinions away. As in his letter to her, he's the only one that truly listens to her, and does when he can abide by her decisions when made honestly.

He'd never abided by her forced comments to find another woman to bed, but then even in that first kiss, he'd known she didn't mean it. She'd used it as a shield to try and push him away just a little. Not that it had worked any.

Teeth are sharp at her throat, but it's not until he gets to her collarbone that he strikes again, biting hard enough to leave a pusling ache as he rocks up harder into her. ] No cupbearer or squire. She will take it as insult to have her sons serving yours, not a gift of status.

[ That she's jealous of Rhaenyra, well, there's actually a security and joy in knowing that at least one person makes her jealous. Not that he has any intention of starting anything with his niece now that he has Alicent, but no matter how many times he might try to sooth that thought, it never seems to heal. Only fester when he has to go to Dragonstone alone. As if knowing some of her thoughts though, or is it just they are on the same level of thought after so many years together. ] We will need daughters to marry our sons if you intend to keep the Council from trying to pressure a betrothal.

[chainedqueen]

[A child couldn't and wouldn't come of this. It might be a good sign for him, but it would be a mark of her indiscretion. She was far less kind to her slips and mistakes and there was always a measure of apprehension and disappointment when she did get pregnant. It was no easy thing and tightened a bond she wasn't sure yet if she should encourage, even as encouraged it.

This position was lewd and wanton, but felt so good. She would never say so, but she liked being fucked this way. Words may not show it, but her body did, from how hard and sensitive her nipples were, to how wet she was between her legs. She could feel where he entered her with the hand he guided to her sex. He would feel the tips of her fingers near his cock as she worked herself under his guidance. She was still so tender and very needy.

His hand around her throat is sudden, but there is no fear. The pressure feels like another taunt. It's almost an encouragement to continue teasing him, to see what he'd do, if she could push him as much as he's pushing her. She can feel the strength of his hand and leans her neck more against. Her voice was ragged, sharp and hard to hear, but there was a dare to her words and almost a reckless glee to her voice. Punish her, yes, she wanted to see him try.]

I will forget this as soon as it's over. [She’s panting each word, breaking off to cry out at each thrust, not holding back or showing any decorum.] I will see you're banished from court and sent to the Eyrie. You are too bold with your queen.

[As soon as his hand tightens, her hand slides harshly against the rocks, her cry of pleasure breaking under the pressure at her windpipe. She slams back against him, almost forgetting the game as she screamed:] Yes, there! Don't stop, don't come yet. Please, please keep going. More! [She didn't want to stop, didn't want time to stop them. She wanted this, wanted to be taken again and again until she was too sore to move or ride her horse. What time matter anymore? She was so tempted to send the entire entourage away, if only she could be well and truly fucked.

There was a streak of blood where the stone had scraped her hand. Good, it added to her lie. He was so relentless and her body wanted release so badly, but she obstinatly refused, drawing this out longer and longer. She wasn't done yet, not with this and not now.]

[chainedqueen]

[There was a bond between them, affection when he wished to show it or she was needy for it. She couldn't speak to what the bond was, how deep it ran, not in words, but some things didn't need to be said. Passion had only grown where lust would have grown cold and died. It was a good arrangement, marred only by duty and guilt, but their voices were more easily drowned out.

She had to bite her palm from screaming from his marking. She lost her rhythm and pace for a moment, quick and harsh for a few thrusts before returning to the slow build they started. He knew well how to drive her mad and break her resolve. It never failed to make whine and plead for more.

In response, she gripped his throat as he had hers that first time, pressing her brow to his as her hips pumped him slowly, in a drawn out, painfully long second.]

What do you suggest then? [Her younger self might have added a threat, warning him not to displease her or she'd simply go to bed. Idle threats. They had moved past that into something more settled and established, where she genuinely asked his advice without hesitation.

She smirked at the suggestion, kissing him deeper and wantonly. He wasn't wrong, but more children meant finding a means to be with Viserys as well. He might not feel well enough to try. Planning for that though could at least wait until she suspected she was. Then, she'd agonize over a way to mask the pregnancy with Viserys.]

Don't bring the tea then.

[As simple as that.]

[valyrianprince]

[ He doesn't believe a word of her protests, of her threats to banish him to the Eyrie. Not one of them, not with the way her body bucks back against his, how wet the slaps sound as they move together, how she pants and moans for him. No, he's sure that she's only saying it to bide her conscious, and to taunt him into pushing faster, harder, of being near punishing in his treatment of her and her body.

Not even so she can cry foul for the potential bruising at her hip, against her thighs, the light redness at her throat, the bite to her breast. But because it pushes her higher and he's happy to give it to her, a groan every time her fingertips brush his cock as he fucks in and out of her. There's something delicious in knowing she's working herself too, even with protesting, threatening, her fingers work with his to push her pleasure higher, faster, harder. All things that that only showed exactly what she wanted, craved. And from him. ]

I am everything my Queen needs. [ The words are growled as his hips push faster, his fingers quicken their work on her clit, there may even be the smallest slip of his blunt nails against the very sensitive nub, adding more pain to her pleasure as his hand tightens just a little more. Nothing that would stop her air or her cries as she begs him to give her more, but enough she might have the faintest mark of a hand at her throat if he's not releasing it soon. ] She needs to be filled properly, to be given pleasure in abundance, to know she's desired above all and everyone. She needs a dragon to mark her, inside and out, to give her sharp claws and teeth to make her come. Doesn't she! [ It's not a question, more a statement as he slams himself into her, fucking her harder as blunt nails at her throat also prick her skin a little.

Fuck, he could spend all day here, fucking her every which way. Enjoying her body, learning everything that caused her to cry out, scream for him. And then stripping her bare and drawing her into the water, only to fuck her in the water again, wet and sippery and even more rocks and scrapes to mark her back and the pleasure he'd give her. Never stopping until they were both too exhausted to move, to even make it back to the festivities. ] Only your dragon can give this to you, only your dragon knows how rough you really love it, doesn't he. Scream for him, my Queen. Let the water hide how good it feels to be his, to be filled, to be made to come again and again.

[valyrianprince]

[ Some would nearly claim love, if they could see the two of them in their quieter moments, the way he showed his affection. He's not so sure it's quite that simple. Nor has he ever used the word love for any save his brother, not even Rhaenyra. But his affections, his actions, his passions and desires had stayed strong and vibrant with her, in her. He occasionally looked at other women, made comments to some of the knights when he was drinking to keep pretense, but even then he was thinking of Alicent, of when they could be together again, what he wanted to do to her.

A low, triumphant sound left him even as he groaned at the harder rock of her hips. He did love how well he could distract her, surprise her still with those moves. Marking when she least expected it, rocking hard when she thought he'd go soft. Though a lower sound, darker leaves him at the hand around his throat so she can rest her forehead against his. Fuck, that slower pace was maddening, muscles tense and telling her he wanted faster, harder. ]

Offer suggestion that her sons betroth to some of the higher houses. Strong in alliance with you and Aegon. Marrying her sons to high house ladies that are well known supporters of Aegon will give them status, more court prestige without insult, and will show those that support her that you two are settling the sword in the sand. [ It had taken time, for her to trust talking to him, of accepting some of his suggestions. But that had more to do with her still thinking it was a fading lust, a conquest to get to his brother, and the reputation he'd held in court. But the more she talked to him, the more he'd also shown that he wasn't just paying attention but offered good advice that would benefit her, not his brother. Keep her and her children safe. But there was also the support when she had a good idea of her own, the offer to push it with his brother if she got resistance. That he was in truth, allying with her.

Leaning up against her hand at his throat, he kisses her back just as deep and hungry with a groan of need in it. He would help her plan when it got there, but he was also very happy that she agreed to more children, gods willing, they would have a few girls next for their sons, to keep the council from questioning why they couldn't just marry Rhaenyra's new daughter to one of Alicent's younger sons. ]

No tea, just all the fruit and cheese for your soon to be full belly. [ His hand shifted to rest over her belly gently, and even with her hand at his throat, with her riding him, blood stains lingering on lips from the bites, there's a softness to him that always comes with her pregnant. ] I'll have to work hard to ensure you're bigger before I come home with Rhaenyra's agreement.

[chainedqueen]

[She can only hold it off for so long before her body breaks before her resolve. She's crying out with each thrust, to the point her voice feels rough in her chest. When finally everything shatters, her voice gives out before it can even leave her chest, only a sharp gasp that tickled the sides of her throat. She was gripping him as the waves of her orgasm echoed through her. Her hand left from between her legs, joining her other hand against the rocks, if only to keep her steady. Everything seemed out of focus, only a distant hum of the water and a sense of him rapidly thrusting into her as he moved towards his own end.

It was surreal, a feeling she hadn't expected, especially on the heels of two before. It left her quiet as she waited for sound to return, for the high of it all to disappear. It was lasting longer this time. Her body sore, bruised and cut. The waterfall at least covered her smell, even if she was fussed over later, no one would recognize what happened. Everything could continue without worry and none would even dream that she might have betrayed her own morals.

There were things she could say to help him along, but her voice still felt rough in her throat, pressed on both sides by Daemon. Instead, he might hear her small moans as her body settled back into itself, as awareness slowly filtered back from the high of it all, though she was still tight and clenched around him.]

[valyrianprince]

[ He doesn't even need her cries and screams to know that she's shattering for him, her body tells him such with the way she can't continue to work herself, the way she arches, and most especially the way she tighens and grips him as he continues to thrust into her.

He bends over her a little, his hand leaving her clit and skirts to find his own secure purchase against the rocks so his mouth can find the shoulder still bare to him. Teeth nip sharply at her skin before he gives a dark sound. The banter, the pace, and how she's still tight around him, gripping him, milking him like her body knows he's so close, does him in and instead of letting out a low growled groan, he can't help mark her shoulder in his pleasure. She's going to have to be careful with what she wears for a few days, but he doesn't care too much as he fills her for the second time this afternoon.

It's only after he's done, finally starting to go soft inside her, panted breaths against wet skin from sweat and the water, that he nuzzles her skin gently and starts to stand back up. The hand at her throat is gentle as he eases her to stand back up, though he still hasn't slipped from her body. No, he's staying inside her for a moment, lingering in this feeling, this connection they're sharing. And well, it keeps that seed locked deep inside her a little while longer. ] I do hope my Queen is well sated for this afternoon. Or does she need more still? I'm sure her dragon can acquest if she gives him a moment to catch his breath. [ His words are purred with a laziness that befits what they've just done. If they were in the keep, near a bed, he'd love nothing more than to roll them into it to rest for a moment. Here, there's no where to rest. And they do eventually need to get back.

At some point. ]

[chainedqueen]

[Some would say love and she might argue against that. Love wasn't exactly a concept she fully believed in, save for her children. Love was an ideal that could well eventually, either be betrayed or never fully lived up to. Steadiness, comfort, warmth and desire were always better in her opinion, even before all of this. Having genuine loyalty and genuine warmth meant more than passionate words that could well be lies. Daemon hadn't spoken those nor would she ask for them. They wouldn't move her as other women.

It was small things she noticed. That he never bedded another woman, talk aside. That he stayed longer at court when she was pregnant, that he was loyal to her children whether they were his or Viserys's. He hadn't shared her confidences and they each received a thought out reply. Did it really matter if that was love or not? It was steady and it lasted years, perhaps longer. She didn't wish for it to have a name, it would ruin the beauty of the bond.

She frowned, it wasn't that she disagreed with the advice, but she knew how several of the nobles who sided with her would respond. They would be insulted by having possible bastards marry into their family. She wasn't the only one who thought such things, some were even more proud than her. Jason Lannister was the first candidate she should consider for marrying a daughter into Rhaenyra's household but he would absolutely resist any attempts. Lord Boros, perhaps? He had too many daughters to quibble over that sort of alliance. So long as a daughter married, he did not seem to care. As it stood, only Jace would be old enough for a wife, so there was time still for Lucerys.]

Suggest a Baratheon marriage for Jacaerys. I will see if I can convince others among the Greens.

[It was better to have daughters. The idea, for now, was less pleasing, but only for the long pregnancy and how cranky she felt when she was the size of horse. Her joints forever ached, her back forever ached. No matter the season, she was always hot and then at once cold. The morning sickness and tender body would be frustrating as well. There were only ever two bright spots and that was first the appetite it gave her. Food, certainly, but when she stopped feeling sick and grew enough, her body craved more moments like this. Those were the nights that Daemon never had to wake her, she would wake him. When she'd want to be taken on a table in between their meals. It was far better to go through with a partner able to feed her without sickness or pain bothering them as well. Someone young, hungry and just as voracious.

Feeling the child first move as well, she was always breathless then, never alerting anyone until the second time. That was something she could keep to herself and cherish before bringing the world around her.

It may well be that there will first be sons and then daughters, which meant long tries. Oddly, she was content with that.

She took pity on him, moving more quickly now before getting a better idea. Guiding him with the hand on his throat, she rolled back onto the couch, encouraging him to hook both legs over his shoulders. He could dictate the pace to his liking and he could be buried in her throughout it.]

A better position to get children, I believe?

[chainedqueen]

[She pressed her brow to the back of her hands, still perched on the stones. He had released her throat but given a sharper bite in return. What little breath she had managed to catch left her again. Now she was dragging in a bigger lungful of air, struggling between the high that still lingered, along with him inside her, and the reality that was creeping back in. She had managed to shut off her mind for so long that now it was demanding to be let back into her consciousness. A moment longer, she did not wish to feel guilt just yet.

He was lazy and basking, but she knew how much time she had stolen. Even if all others didn't think the worst, Ser Criston would worry and ignore her command to stay behind. He might even suspect something, which she couldn't bear. She had no wish to disappoint him, as she knew she would. Nor could her children remain so long in the heat. Gods, she should have considered them before this reckless pursuit.

She slipped him from her, glancing quickly at her palms before brushing at her hair. The spray made her hair damp, simply enough to catch any stray hairs that might have fallen from her snood. They needed to hurry but she couldn't risk one facet of her appearance to be out of sorts. The sharpest eye might see it and gossip would follow. She would rather die than humiliate her father and family.]

Tie up my dress. [She hadn't answered his soft words, but hadn't returned to full distance either. The mask was still off, the shield still to the side. Instead, he could better see how fast her mind worked as she sorted out a potential political calamity. She glanced around the ground, first picking up the ribbon that had held her stocking in place before finding a small collection of stones on the ground. As her stocking was already loose, she removed it and dragged the top of her bare foot over the stones, cutting them in ragged lines. She bit her lower lip, wincing a little at the pain.

She pulled off her shoe and sat on the ground, looking up at him. She trusted him with this part of the deception, not believing she could manage it completely.]

My ankle needs to be bruised and swollen. [She watched him, curious if he'd be disgusted by how far she'd go to cover their actions.] I need you to help me.

[valyrianprince]

[ It's no wonder why they're so good for each other. Even on these smaller issues they've never really discussed they actually agree. Daemon would reserve love as a word and concept to family, blood relation. Children, parents, siblings. Those you find a bond and connection to, well, why is there such a fluff to name it? Why can't it just exist in the way it fits between you and that person? For him, for this, he likes what they have and he's happy to just exist in it. It's worked this long without putting a name on it, and even now they're talking more children.

There's a pepper of kisses along her jaw to her nose with a smile for that frown. He doesn't need her to voice where her head went for why she's frowning. Concerned about the lineage. But if the crown laid their parentage down, if Alicent and Aegon stood with the lineage of Rhaenyra's children, her houses would follow suit at least in appearance which also means not arguing with a betrothal to one of them. ] Few would argue if you were to stand by their lineage, which was part of your dictated terms to her. No more questioning the children's fathers.

[ Did it matter that everyone new? Of course. But would the Lannisters argue it if they put their foot down, if they put the lineage to rest by standing with Rhaenyra? No, they'd grumble, they'd huff, they'd pout, but in the end they would eventually fall in line. ] But the Baratheons are a good start for Jacaerys. We have time for a match for her second son.

[ She forgot that when he wasn't fucking her hormone induced need until neither could walk anymore, he was the one rubbing her back, easing the pressure and pain from her body. All she had to do was make a pained motion, a pained sound, or a comment and that night he'd be slipping into her room to ease her pain as he could. Again, those small things because actions of their bond spoke far louder than the words he could utter. Words could be empty, but Daemon settled deep inside her to ease and sate her need or war calloused fingers working out sore feet or knots of pressure in her lower back spoke far more for them.

He'd also be the first to let her know at least, that she looked beautiful glowing with child. Full of the life they made together in these moments together.

Her rolling them surprised him, and a smile settled on his features as he teased a hand along her leg, settling it better over his shoulder to make sure the muscles were stretched in a way that wouldn't cramp for her. His hips rocked into hers, this position letting him sink a little deeper into her too, giving a happy groan. ]

I believe so. Make sure these fine hips are tilted and keeping all of me inside you so our daughter will take. But just so we're on the same page, twins doesn't get you out of a second pregnancy. At least two more, I think?

[ Okay, so he might have a mild breeding kink with how he loves her pregnant. ]

[chainedqueen]

[They were both at least practical, which suited her better. These were small things that mattered more and were rooted in genuine fondness. It was learned over time and built against many trials and hurdles. Now that they found this more steady stride, she would take more comfort in that then say, the chivalrous romance that Ser Criston offered. That was always different, more often for the court to see, as those sorts of knightly love were popular and expected. Favors, garlands, promises of protection and duty, they had their place but it was part of the role she was expected to take. She trusted Ser Criston with her life and worked with him, but it never went past that boundary.

She hadn't forgotten Daemon was the one to rub her feet and back. She hadn't forgotten that he did seem to dote on her while pregnant, even showing more of an interest in her belly than most did. These were things she could never forget and at least eased the difficulties of carrying a child. It didn't fully remove her crankiness at the prospect though, nor did it dissuade her from annoyance at her state in the early and last months. That sort of discomfort ran deep and couldn't be fully eased.

And then the labor...Gods, she was not looking forward to most of it. The aftermath would be worth it.

He was not wrong that if she officially stood by Rhaenyra's children and declared them true born, then the Houses wouldn't talk so loudly. They would mutter, but they might be eased with some honors to keep such comments to themselves. Lord Jason and many others would sacrifice a daughter for some lucrative position.]

Just be certain the king is not aware these conversations take place. He is set in his choice.

[It would not work, it could not work. Aegon must be king.

She bit at her palm as he moved deeper in her, a better pace set. There was a risk they might be too loud, that their bodies would make too much noise, but she'd risk it for this conversation.

Though of course, he had to tell her that she would have to suffer more if she only had twins.]

You carry the next one then.

[valyrianprince]

[ He knew that she was sharp, tactful, and witty. However, he does love being able to see her in action, watching her mind work things out even as they linger a little in the feel of what they'd just finished doing. A soft sound leaves him at the loss of her body around him, but that is answer enough. As she fixes her hair, he'll tuck himself away and lace up his pants.

There's no hesitance at the command that follows, to tie her up. His hands settle at her front for a moment, and at first it might seem like he's going to tease or play with her breasts, but instead while he does touch, he settles them properly back into her gown before carefully pulling her dress back into place so he can tie her up. Attention to detail, fixing her so it won't look like the top of her dress was ever loosened. There is the softest kiss to the bitten shoulder before it's hidden underneath the shoulder of her dress and it is then tied with almost the same precision of a maid tying up her mistress.

He watches her cut her foot on the stones, seeing where her mind had taken what they would use as an excuse to cover their actions and why it had taken so long to return. He moves to kneel at her feet, hand catching her foot though after a moment he shifts slightly so his shoulder is near her head. Shifting his shirt a little, he offers her flesh. ] Bite. It will not be pleasant.

[ He doesn't wait too long for her to follow instructions either, expecting her to follow directions to muffle any sounds of pain she might give. His hands grip her ankle, hands squeezing her carefully but in a strong grip. It's a quick motion of his hands that twists it. Though after a moment he'll shift his hands a little not to twist again but in a bruising enough grip to mark the mark of hands and make it more look like she caught on a root or a vine and it wrapped around her and twisted it. Once done, he'll rest it very carefully over his knee to elevate it, any bite she may have done to his shoulder taken with a low intake of breath because the pain is nothing compared to what he's had her do to her ankle. ] Tripped on the wet rocks or boar surprised us?

[valyrianprince]

[ Just as his interactions with Rhaenyra spurred a jealousy in her, so too did the jealousy in him spur with her Sir Criston Cole and the favors that she grants publicly. As much as he has accepted it, especially because people were more likely to think if she were to have an affair it would be with the Knight, it didn't mean he didn't like it. Didn't trust the knight in love with the woman he'd claimed, had given his body and oath to. Even his heart, were some to push that deep.

Trust him too, if he could be there during the labor, to give her hand to hold or shoulder to bite through the pain, he would. But as much as he would love to ease her pain during labor, to care for her as she brought their children into this world, it wouldn't be proper for him to be there for that. Not as good-brother and Uncle. It would technically even be weird were her husband to want to be with her during that, though begrudgingly allowed if requested. He would be there in spirit though, pacing quietly in his room for news to trickle through to him to let him know once the child were there.

And then likely sneak into her room once he was sure it was empty to see her and the babe in the quiet of night far before it would ever be proper for an Uncle to meet his new niece or nephew. But he couldn't wait days to finally greet the child. To ensure Alicent herself was doing okay with his own eyes after the childbirth as well. As much as he wanted more children, he was very aware of the price it can pay on the mother, and oddly enough, given the choice Viserys had been given - mother or child - he'd have chosen the mother, not the child to save.

Loyalties when one can afford to be selfish over duty bound for an heir.

There's a slow kiss as he dips to nibble at her lower lip with a happy hum. ]

I will ensure the king and council stay unaware until Rhaenyra comes to court to announce she will back Aegon as King and heir. Or would you prefer to have her sign it and we can hold it until my dear brother passes, so he doesn't make a fuss? Surprise everyone by having the issue well in hand when it is needed to be taken care of?

[ Again, he's deferring to her. Because he is loyal to the woman he's sinking slowly into, happily. If her legs weren't over his shoulder, he'd offer her his shoulder and neck to bite into to muffle her sounds. As it is, his head turns to groan against the skin of her calf where it rests, teeth grazing softly.

The follow up to his comment about two more pregnancies though, earns a soft chuckle and he shifts carefully to steal a kiss. ] But that I could, my Queen, I would gladly carry them for us, if only to give you a reprieve.