[ 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. ]
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Date: 2022-11-12 04:59 pm (UTC)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. ]