As his movements become harsher and more quick, one of her hands trails back to her pillow, touching the hilt of the dagger with her finger tips. The quicker he moved, the more she responded and the more she touched the dagger. There was comfort in it, not for protection, but how easily she wielded it. It might well be the same power he felt holding Dark Sister. Had he considered that in gifting this to her? She would like to imagine so, but it was never wise to do more than guess at Daemon's intentions.
Performance began ease away as his hand kept rhythm with his hips. She was able to thick less clearly as his speed increased and his control was lost. Still, he kept touching her, moving her along with him. Between wine and his efforts, there wasn't much shame or inhibition to think of. The sounds of the other men ebbed away as her ears started to ring. Only on occasion did she notice a pounding on the door, but that could well be the sound of her blood rushing.
She craned her head, pressing her lips to his ear and murmured: "Daemon. Targaryen." She enunciated each word.
Her breath is shaky, but she will oblige him further, gives another cry and his name is quick to follow. "Daemon!"
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Date: 2022-08-26 08:32 pm (UTC)Performance began ease away as his hand kept rhythm with his hips. She was able to thick less clearly as his speed increased and his control was lost. Still, he kept touching her, moving her along with him. Between wine and his efforts, there wasn't much shame or inhibition to think of. The sounds of the other men ebbed away as her ears started to ring. Only on occasion did she notice a pounding on the door, but that could well be the sound of her blood rushing.
She craned her head, pressing her lips to his ear and murmured: "Daemon. Targaryen." She enunciated each word.
Her breath is shaky, but she will oblige him further, gives another cry and his name is quick to follow. "Daemon!"