Precautions were taken, but Alicent had made her own as well. Before he was ushered into the room, she took the dagger he gifted her and placed it under her pillow. Should anything happen during the night, any sign of threat, she would be well guarded. Whether that be from her father or husband, she wasn't going to be left vulnerable and surprised. Rhondra had tried to warn her that the first night was the worst, but all nights would have their share of difficulties. A man like Daemon Targaryen was as much scorpion as he was a dragon. He would never be able to help his nature. No matter how many dragon's heads he put on her new seal, it would never make her a true Targaryen.
He seemed to remember where she had liked being touched before. His fingers fell back to the places she had shown him the night of their fete, as though he hadn't forgotten each curve of her and every soft turn of skin. It was no so frenzied or hurried as that night, which could be because of a number of reasons. It would mean questioning Daemon's motives and she wasn't in the frame of mind to truly do that. Instead, she shut her eyes as he kissed and bit at her breasts. Her hips rocked as they could against his attentions. While she wasn't expected to know or do anything, she still offered gestures all the same. A hand tangling in his hair and tugging harshly at the scalp. The other running up and over his lengths, following the path up his back and scratching his skin there in encouragement.
He would earn hearing her moan and mewl, just as she would earn his groans in return.
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Date: 2022-08-26 02:13 pm (UTC)He seemed to remember where she had liked being touched before. His fingers fell back to the places she had shown him the night of their fete, as though he hadn't forgotten each curve of her and every soft turn of skin. It was no so frenzied or hurried as that night, which could be because of a number of reasons. It would mean questioning Daemon's motives and she wasn't in the frame of mind to truly do that. Instead, she shut her eyes as he kissed and bit at her breasts. Her hips rocked as they could against his attentions. While she wasn't expected to know or do anything, she still offered gestures all the same. A hand tangling in his hair and tugging harshly at the scalp. The other running up and over his lengths, following the path up his back and scratching his skin there in encouragement.
He would earn hearing her moan and mewl, just as she would earn his groans in return.