[ The desire for her is there, as it has always been; Daemon has wanted her for as long as he had realised her beauty, the power of her, the wonder that she held. She is wise, intelligent, stunning and vibrant, fuelled by the blood of the dragon and a promise of something more in the future. He had been willing to give almost anything to his brother if it meant her hand, but it had not been meant to be - not then. Now, however, there is nothing in all the realms, in all the world, that might tear the two of them from one another.
Hearing her moan, the sound of her as he leans into her, desiring nothing more than to give her pleasure and hear more and more of those wonderful sounds. Rhaenyra is everything that he had always wanted, and being the one to offer her this, to be the one able to worship her body and father her children... That is a dream come to life. It is historic, it is marvellous, and he wants nothing more than to drown in her.
Anything for her. His wife, his other half, his queen.
Leaning into the kiss, no pauses, no hesitation, he deepens it, letting them be messy, letting them fall apart. Rocking against her, letting his hard cock grind into the shape of her body, the movement of her hips against his own. He could spill against her without pushing into her, without letting her feel the solid length of his cock inside of her, if that is what she wanted - desire for her pleasure, before anything else, to bend the knee to her, in all terms. All of them, just for her.
Groaning into her mouth, Daemon hisses out a soft noise before he leans back, kissing her cheekbone, her jaw, resting into her. ]
Beg of me what you wish, Rhaenyra. Where would you have your consort's cock?
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Hearing her moan, the sound of her as he leans into her, desiring nothing more than to give her pleasure and hear more and more of those wonderful sounds. Rhaenyra is everything that he had always wanted, and being the one to offer her this, to be the one able to worship her body and father her children... That is a dream come to life. It is historic, it is marvellous, and he wants nothing more than to drown in her.
Anything for her. His wife, his other half, his queen.
Leaning into the kiss, no pauses, no hesitation, he deepens it, letting them be messy, letting them fall apart. Rocking against her, letting his hard cock grind into the shape of her body, the movement of her hips against his own. He could spill against her without pushing into her, without letting her feel the solid length of his cock inside of her, if that is what she wanted - desire for her pleasure, before anything else, to bend the knee to her, in all terms. All of them, just for her.
Groaning into her mouth, Daemon hisses out a soft noise before he leans back, kissing her cheekbone, her jaw, resting into her. ]
Beg of me what you wish, Rhaenyra. Where would you have your consort's cock?