This is a unique moment. Atop him, moving at a quick gallop, she felt as if she possessed further magic. This wasn't a situation to abuse or exploit. There was little to ask of him as it was, but more than that, she wanted him to trust her. She was his closest ally and it seemed he was starting to understand that.
Heat was rising in her, forceful flames that left her trembling in anticipation. Like this, she wasn't the shrinking daughter of the Hand. She was sensual, powerful and addicting. Perhaps his mindless murmurings were a sign that she was starting to have an affect on him in some ways. This sort of lust, it needed to be encouraged.
His hands move over her, happy to follow that command. He can heed, when it benefits him. He watches her, watching him. "Any you worried you wouldn't enjoy, heh, wouldn't enjoy this?"
"I had a suspicion I would." She had wanted him that first time in the council room. Now after nightly practice, she was feeling far more at ease at what to do and how to please him. Even in the ways other maidens might shrink from. Everyone wants to feel wanted.
"Did you think it would be a chore, keeping your promise?"
She gasps at the buck, it's a reaction he earns by catching her off guard. "You take precautions for possibilities." Too many teeth and too few scruples. One could only guess what he'd do if she had been boring.
A shiver runs up her spine. He's become quite good at knowing where to touch since the night of the fete. It doesn't take long before she's bucking, mewling, struggling for air, her pace far more harsh than before. The Others take his eyes for being so good at this.
"What-" she gasped again, "what makes you...think you've won?"
As far as he's concerned, that's just an invitation. He rolls over on the bed, taking her with him. With her underneath, the angle is better for him, his hips move with more purpose, stronger. He wants to hear her scream. "Guesswork, mostly."
There's not much that doesn't seem to be an invitation for him. It isn't as if she's ignorant to his aim here, but as she's benefitting from this challenge, she wasn't about to hold back on him. However mounting the pressure was, there was always some aspect of performance for Daemon.
"I wouldn't celebrate too soon or victory might be taken from you."
If he wasn't biting her or moving deeply in her, she might be touched by that sentiment. As it is, she's concentrating on words as best she can, all wrapping her legs around him and digging her frayed nails into his back.
That earns a look of surprise from her. The mother of the conquerors? She might have imagined a 'Visenya' or a 'Rhaenys', but not Valaena. But she likes it and makes a point of biting his shoulder to prove it.
A boy? There are such a wealth of names for boys, all so ripe with meaning, they become essentially meaningless. No one pays attention to boy's names. "I don't care, so long as it isn't Otto."
She said his mother's name in bed; it's only fair.
It's such an interesting paradox in him. A boy would further his ambitions more, but he isn't so interested in boy names. A girl is often nothing more than a pawn, but his interest is far more focused on a daughter. It is difficult to know what to make of that.
And yes, she'll ignore her father's name.
"I suppose we'll see whose willpower is stronger?"
It's the crafting of a person for matters of state; a name is ultimately meaningless. A boy is ambition, a tool. A daughter can be a man's child. He's always wondered what he'd do with a child, fully his to cosset or teach. He'll only find out when he has one.
But either would be good. Ideally, he'd like twins. Those are always favorable omens.
"I already know that." Teeth meet her neck once more, breaking the skin. He wants to hear her scream.
There was less of a scream and more of a small cry. The sensation of him biting and breaking skin was common enough now that the pain no longer surprised her. It had fallen into line as picking her fingers, a bit of pain and then a rush of sensation, relief or anticipation. It was hard to tell which was which in the moment any longer.
Her hips thrust up more roughly to meet him as a wave of warmth flooded her. She was bearing down, drinking in the ripples of aftershock from the bite and letting it press her until she felt like she was near keeling over. He got the scream he wanted, her body tightening around him as she felt close to collapse.
He moans into the ruin of her neck, plunging forward until he feels too much, and then nothing at all. His blood rushes, then weighs him down. It's always as though he's about to take off, and then the world remembers he has no wings.
For himself, he tends to forget.
"Daemion," he murmurs into her hair, "I like that one."
Perhaps she should hope for twins. It might be the only way that neither dominated the other? It seemed to be how they were both satisfied, never declaring true victory, but not fully losing either. Beneath him, sweltering from his dragon blood, she wondered if that was how she'd managed not to fully bore him yet.
She smiled, brushing back his hair as she wound her arms over them. Valaena or Daemion. Unique enough so that they would never be mistaken for another prince or princess.
"I like that far more than an Aegon." Her voice was gentle in response.
He pets her hair, holds her close. The shape of her is pleasing to him, and he keeps it with him. "There are so many Aegons," he says, "And Aenys. Aemons. Like there's a shortage on letters..."
"Something close to 'Daemon' is much more pleasing." Teasing him was pleasing in the afterglow. Her fingertips brushed against the open sore on her neck. At least the blood had dried. "I will never be able to wear low neck gowns again."
"Is it really credit to me when it's born out of necessity from you?" She could only grin. "I think they know well why. They at least assume you've bruised me somehow."
"Mushroom believes you branded me with the price a man can purchase me for. He's claimed to have had me three times already." There's a not of distaste at that, even as she does her best to seem amused.
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Date: 2022-08-28 02:05 am (UTC)Heat was rising in her, forceful flames that left her trembling in anticipation. Like this, she wasn't the shrinking daughter of the Hand. She was sensual, powerful and addicting. Perhaps his mindless murmurings were a sign that she was starting to have an affect on him in some ways. This sort of lust, it needed to be encouraged.
"Touch me."
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Date: 2022-08-28 02:20 am (UTC)Every maiden does.
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Date: 2022-08-28 11:36 am (UTC)"Did you think it would be a chore, keeping your promise?"
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Date: 2022-08-28 02:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-08-28 02:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-08-28 02:20 pm (UTC)"I enjoy winning." He enjoys winning her.
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Date: 2022-08-28 02:25 pm (UTC)"What-" she gasped again, "what makes you...think you've won?"
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Date: 2022-08-28 02:42 pm (UTC)"I wouldn't celebrate too soon or victory might be taken from you."
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Date: 2022-08-28 02:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-08-28 02:57 pm (UTC)"A Daenys or an Alyssa?"
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Date: 2022-08-28 04:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-08-28 05:05 pm (UTC)"And if it is a boy? Aegon?"
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Date: 2022-08-28 05:19 pm (UTC)She said his mother's name in bed; it's only fair.
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Date: 2022-08-28 05:26 pm (UTC)And yes, she'll ignore her father's name.
"I suppose we'll see whose willpower is stronger?"
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Date: 2022-08-28 05:41 pm (UTC)But either would be good. Ideally, he'd like twins. Those are always favorable omens.
"I already know that." Teeth meet her neck once more, breaking the skin. He wants to hear her scream.
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Date: 2022-08-28 05:53 pm (UTC)There was less of a scream and more of a small cry. The sensation of him biting and breaking skin was common enough now that the pain no longer surprised her. It had fallen into line as picking her fingers, a bit of pain and then a rush of sensation, relief or anticipation. It was hard to tell which was which in the moment any longer.
Her hips thrust up more roughly to meet him as a wave of warmth flooded her. She was bearing down, drinking in the ripples of aftershock from the bite and letting it press her until she felt like she was near keeling over. He got the scream he wanted, her body tightening around him as she felt close to collapse.
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Date: 2022-08-28 06:00 pm (UTC)For himself, he tends to forget.
"Daemion," he murmurs into her hair, "I like that one."
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Date: 2022-08-28 06:24 pm (UTC)She smiled, brushing back his hair as she wound her arms over them. Valaena or Daemion. Unique enough so that they would never be mistaken for another prince or princess.
"I like that far more than an Aegon." Her voice was gentle in response.
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