Were the men of the court so easy to entertain? She could feel Daemon preening a bit against her, always a lover of adulation, either in the lists or apparently during this. Hearing cheers and encouragement, little surprise he doesn't have a number of wives. Her father said that Daemon was doomed to be a second Maegor. He shouldn't have suggested such a thing, out of Maegor's many wives, the first was a Hightower.
She gives a sudden hiss, only realizing as his tongue traced her neck that some of his bites had broken the skin. It was such a familiar feeling, like when cold water splashed on her fingers, telling her how much damage she had done. This wasn't so different, but one was born from anxiety, the other from pleasure. Someone's pleasure, at least.
In this position, giving moans and cries, one might naturally wonder what it was like if there was genuine love, but the idea seemed even more ridiculous than performing for this crowd. It was possible love could be a dull thing. Without the push and pull between she and Daemon, would she learn so quickly how to react to his changes of mood? Of course, he had his own love before, as much as he's capable of.
A strange thing that he was expected to be her world's center, but when this night was over, she would soon cease to be his. There was something pitiful about that.
His teeth find a new spot on her neck and it manages to make her cry out again, having not expected the switch from tongue to teeth. There was another cheer, a few hoots and whistles as well.
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Date: 2022-08-26 06:38 pm (UTC)She gives a sudden hiss, only realizing as his tongue traced her neck that some of his bites had broken the skin. It was such a familiar feeling, like when cold water splashed on her fingers, telling her how much damage she had done. This wasn't so different, but one was born from anxiety, the other from pleasure. Someone's pleasure, at least.
In this position, giving moans and cries, one might naturally wonder what it was like if there was genuine love, but the idea seemed even more ridiculous than performing for this crowd. It was possible love could be a dull thing. Without the push and pull between she and Daemon, would she learn so quickly how to react to his changes of mood? Of course, he had his own love before, as much as he's capable of.
A strange thing that he was expected to be her world's center, but when this night was over, she would soon cease to be his. There was something pitiful about that.
His teeth find a new spot on her neck and it manages to make her cry out again, having not expected the switch from tongue to teeth. There was another cheer, a few hoots and whistles as well.