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The Queen and the Dragon
🕑 Added 2022-09-16 16:00:11 +0000 UTCAN: Here is my first non-HP story! I hope to do these from time to time, though HP will definitely be my main focus. This was a commission for Spellticor and I hope you all enjoy it!
Spoiler Warning: This story takes place shortly after episode 2 of House of the Dragon (the new HBO show set in the Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire universe)! This story only contains spoilers for the first two episodes of the show.
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The pale red stone walls of the Red Keep were a familiar sight to Daemon Targaryen. Though, he was usually welcomed through the front gates with an honour guard accompanying him and dozens of courtiers watching his every step. The bowels of the Red Keep, while not altogether unfamiliar to Daemon thanks to his eager explorations as a youth, were a markedly different sight entirely.
Hewn out of the stone the keep was built atop, the tunnels that ran beneath it were a dizzying maze of passages that allowed for a quick escape should the Red Keep ever fall under attack. They also served a dual purpose of allowing a small force to sneak into the keep in the event that the keep was ever taken over by enemies to the crown. However, Daemon hadn’t come here with a fighting force at his back. No, he wanted to keep things subtle. He came alone in the night when there would be fewer guards down here. It was easy to slip past them thanks to the many secret passages he knew well.
None of this skullduggery would have been necessary had his brother Viserys simply named Daemon the heir to the throne. Instead, he’d chosen his daughter, Rhaenyra. And then the man had the gall to become furious over Daemon’s reprisals. Surely the king knew his brother well enough by now to know that no insult would go unrepaid.
Of course, after Rhaenyra had flown on the back of Syrax to Dragonstone to reassert her position as the heir and lord of Dragonstone, Daemon had to act. He couldn’t let everything slip out of his grasp, not when the crown was so close to him.
So, it had come to this.
It had taken most of an hour to make his way through the tunnels below the Red Keep. When he had finally reached the surface, it took another hour before a pair of guards moved far enough away that he was able to slip into the keep itself. While he knew he wouldn’t be arrested on sight, his presence would certainly be reported to the King, and that was something that he could not have.
Thankfully, nights in the Red Keep were quiet. A few scullery maids moved about the keep, and a small contingent of guards patrolled regularly, but most of the keep’s inhabitants were asleep and the courtiers were gone until the morrow. Once Daemon reached the upper levels of the Keep, he felt brazen enough to walk openly down the middle of the wide corridors.
Moonlight streamed in through the various windows and balconies that littered the upper levels of the Red Keep. It established the perfect atmosphere Daemon hoped it would set. His sources within the Red Keep had been clear: every night, a couple hours before the moon was at its apex, Lady Alicent Hightower would leave the King’s chambers and return back to her rooms in the tower of the Hand of the King.
Daemon knew the halls of the Red Keep well. He carefully positioned himself in just the right corridor that Lady Alicent would travel down. Now, all he had to do was wait. He leaned back against the wall opposite an open balcony, staying just outside of the reach of the moonlight.
It did not take long before Daemon heard the soft footsteps echoing down the empty corridor. He waited, not wanting to appear too eager. He had to win her over after all. He had to make her want him. That was how he would get back at his brother.
A slight stutter in Lady Alicent’s step told him that she had finally spotted him. He looked down the corridor at her and offered an easygoing smile. “Lady Alicent,” Daemon dipped his chin ever so slightly. As this was his first official meeting with the soon-to-be wife of the King, he would have been expected to kneel. But, if anyone was going to be kneeling tonight, it wasn’t going to be him.
“Prince Daemon,” Alicent greeted him back quietly.
Gods she looked beautiful. Fine, flawless pale skin with long auburn hair that flowed down her back. She was wearing a stunning blue dress that cling to her figure wonderfully. Small rectangles had been cut out of the fabric along the neckline and down the arms of the dress. She had simple gold jewelery on that only served to highlight her natural beauty.
She looked divine and she would be his.
Daemon pushed off the wall and slowly prowled forwards towards Alicent. To her credit, she did not balk under his gaze or at his approach. She held her ground and met his gaze evenly. But Daemon had spent years building up the Goldcloaks in King’s Landing; he could sense fear from a mile away from his recruits and from the residents of Flea Bottom. Alicent reeked of fear.
It was understandable, he supposed. He had a reputation after all. But he wasn’t going to hurt her.
“May I offer my congratulations on your impending marriage to my brother,” Daemon grinned, offering something closer to a half bow as he arched his back to be of near-even height with Alicent.
“You may,” Alicent rebuked, taking a step back to keep some appropriate distance in between them.
Daemon let out a sharp, barking laugh at her comment. “I can certainly see why my brother picked you: beautiful and witty.” Daemon shook his head sadly. “Such a shame that you’ll be wasting yourself on him.”
Alicent narrowed her eyes at Daemon. “His Grace is a just and honourable man. I would not be wasting myself on him.”
“No?” Daemon raised an eyebrow. “You find him attractive then, my brother? A man worthy of your affections?”
“I do,” Alicent nodded.
Daemon’s lips twitched upwards. Alicent was a good liar, he could admit. She seemed genuine in her words, but there was no way that she actually cared for his brother like that.
“I think you’ll find him lacking in many respects, once you get to know him better that is,” Daemon explained. “For years, all he’s ever been is mediocre, constantly being led to and fro by the Small Council and its members. He so easily falls prey to their machinations.”
What was that? Damon wondered. Just then, he had seen a slight twitch cross Alicent’s face. Had he touched on something?
“His Grace does his best for the realm,” Alicent countered. “There is no shame in listening to the wise council of one’s advisers.”
“There is if those advisers would play him for a fool,” Daemon snapped. It pained him to see his brother being used like this. He should never have become king.
Daemon had been so caught up in his musings that he nearly missed Alicent’s reaction again, but he did manage to see it. There was no denying it a second time. He was striking a nerve in her. Could it be . . . no, she didn’t seem the type to play these sorts of games.
But her father.
Daemon’s eyes lit up with newfound knowledge. Of course, it all made sense. At first, Daemon had simply thought that his brother had been won over by the Lady Alicent’s comely features, but there was a deeper game being played here. There always was.
Otto Hightower, you shrewed man. Daemon would have to give Otto his regards for a game well-played once this was all over with. But Otto would not be the one to win the game of thrones tonight.
“Did you tell my brother that the only reason he is marrying you is because your father ordered it?” Daemon asked, probing for more information.
The pained look that flashed across Alicent’s face told him all he needed to know.
“You don’t really want this, do you?” Daemon eased up on the harshness of his tone. He tried to play up his sympathy to her situation, even though he had none. Getting caught up in another’s schemes was her fault. She should reap the consequences. At least she had Daemon here to save her from them.
“I do,” Alicent insisted, eyes flashing from side to side as though she were looking around for anyone listening in on the conversation. She stepped closer to him until they were only a foot apart. “I love your brother with all my heart.”
“Do you love his tiny cock that even the whores on the Street of Silk wouldn’t moan at?” Daemon snapped harshly, juxtaposing his tone yet again. Alicent looked hurt at that, as though he had insulted her. Or perhaps the foolish girl was just now realizing exactly what life had in store for her once she was married to his brother. “Even dear sweet Aemma had little to say in his Grace’s favour in that regard.”
Alicent took a step back away from Daemon, falling back into her natural courtly manner. “It does not bode well to speak ill of the dead.”
“Apologies,” Daemon replied with a mocking smile. “If I gave any offense, it wasn’t intended.”
“I’m not so sure about that.”
The words escaped Alicent’s lips so quickly that Daemon wasn’t sure that he had heard them at all. She seemed embarrassed at the unexpected gaff, but that suited Daemon just fine. He let out a barking laugh. “I see you know me too well, Lady Alicent.”
Alicent opened her mouth to speak but hesitated. Slowly, she meandered over to the open balcony, stepping into the moon’s enchanting glow. The small strands of silk dotted with tiny gems that ran through her long, auburn hair were illuminated brilliantly, offering a shine that showed just how much of a prize she truly was.
There was no one more beautiful at court. Well, Daemon paused, maybe there was one other, but she was not to be the focus of his mind tonight.
After giving her a moment to compose herself, Daemon followed her out onto the balcony. Alicent was standing against the railing, staring down at the large courtyard below and the sealed gate which barred entry from the city itself. Though, as Daemon had proved, there were other ways into the castle. Nothing was impregnable. Lady Alicent certainly wasn’t.
“I . . . apologize if my teasings have upset you,” Daemon murmured. Alicent looked up at him briefly, offering a fake smile his way before returning her focus to the courtyard below. Daemon followed her gaze, seeing a group of guards patrolling mindlessly. Then, her gaze strayed towards the city that lay beyond the Red Keep’s walls.
“Do you ever wish to leave the cage you’ve been born into?”
Daemon’s soft words seemed to jolt Alicent out of her private musings. She looked startled, and Daemon figured that his question had been close enough to what she had been thinking. If he had to guess, her marriage to his brother had all been arranged by the girl’s father, Otto Hightower, the Hand of the King. There was no way a girl as comely as Alicent would wish to wed his brother if it was of her own choosing.
Alicent looked like she wanted to answer him honestly. Her lips were parted ever so slightly, the slightest hum leaving her throat. But her eyes were locked on Daemon: a acquaintance, but a somewhat mysterious and perplexing one. Would her truth come back to haunt her some day?
Daemon gestured over the walls and towards the city. “They call me Lord Flea Bottom. They think it a mark of shame that I consort with the smallfolk, but I find it to be liberating away from the stuffiness and false piety that these walls hold. The city may not hold the wealth or opulence that the Red Keep does, but at least it is more honest with itself.”
“For better or for worse,” Alicent muttered.
Daemon nodded. “For better or for worse,” he repeated. “Though, I do happen to find that it is more often for the better. How could one expect to rule if one does not know their subjects?”
Alicent’s eyes flashed with something then. “You still covet the crown?” Her words were barbed, even though she spoke them as gently as any before.
“Don’t you?” Daemon countered with a knowing look.
Alicent backed down then. She could never admit to it, he realized. And she could say no more on the matter without implicating her father in the grand machinations that forever surround the crown.
“You see,” Daemon grinned at her. “I am honest about myself and what I want. What about you? What do you want?”
Still reluctant, Alicent kept her lips together and held back a sigh.
“You know what I think?” Daemon said. “I think you don’t want to be Queen. I think you want to go out into the world to find yourself, to experience all of the things you were never allowed to as the highborn jewel of your house.”
Finally having had enough, Alicent let out a deep breath and rounded on Daemon. “And what if I do?” She challenged. “There is nothing to be done about it. I will do my duty until my time is done.”
Daemon shook his head firmly. “That is where you are wrong. You see, you have to make space for yourself. If others force you into a tiny box, then it’s up to you to expand the walls. You can play the part of the Queen-to-be and they will be happy about it, but you can make room for your own desires in there too.”
Alicent snorted, a most unladylike thing from one so prim and proper all the time. “You may it sound so easy.”
Daemon’s lips twitched. It was anything but easy; it was a constant struggle to act as he willed while still retaining his status in noble society. He had managed it, more or less. “Its best if you don’t let them know you’re doing it,” Daemon joked. “Men love to control the desires of others, even if they have no justifiable reason to. So, once again my Lady Alicent, I will ask you: what do you want?”
This time, the words flowed from her lips so easily that Daemon knew he had struck a chord in her. It was a talent that the men who served beneath him treasured him for. A noble who could understand them and their plights, and one who offered freedom from their ails. It was up to them to take his advice in the end, but Daemon was undoubtedly a source of hope that it was possible to succeed in the endeavour.
“I want to visit the Vale,” Alicent admitted, blushing lightly. “I’ve always wanted to travel through the mountains. I’d like to see Braavos too someday.”
“All things that could be arranged once you’re Queen,” Daemon assured her.
“I want to learn to juggle-”
At Daemon’s snigger, Alicent lightly smacked his arm. “Hey!” She shouted. “I always thought it looked fun.”
Daemon couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up inside of him. Out of everything in the world, Alicent wanted to learn to juggle? It was so ridiculous; he would have never guessed that this was one of her secret desires. “My apologies,” Daemon smiled, “do go on.”
Alicent rolled her eyes and turned away from Daemon and looked back out onto the city in the distance. “I’d like to find someone . . . someone who . . .” Alicent grimaced as she looked down at her nails. “I really shouldn’t-”
“Someone who you love?” Daemon finished the unspoken words for her.
Though she gave no confirmation, Daemon could tell from the way that her body stiffened that he was right once again. It was a logical desire to be sure. His brother was not a handsome man, nor good in bed according to the whores on the Street of Silk. He wasn’t especially romantic or caring. Alicent would be wasted on him, and she’d never find the satisfaction that everyone so desperately wanted inside.
“I want the same,” Daemon told her. Alicent glanced back towards him, her eyes meeting his. “I was forced to marry my Bronze Bitch without any say in the matter. Needless to say, I’ve spent my time enjoying the company of others. Others who I actually care for. There will be times when you’ll have the opportunity to find those of your own to enjoy.”
“When?” Alicent asked. “Once I’m Queen, I’ll be surrounded day and night by servants and courtiers and guards watching my every step.”
This was it. It was Daemon’s moment to strike.
In one smooth movement, Daemon swept up behind Alicent, throwing his arms around her midsection and pressing himself against her. “This can be one moment where you can choose to be free, if you’d like,” he murmured in her ear.
Alicent went stiff in his arms. She didn’t push him away, but neither did she reciprocate in any way. Daemon felt her breathing grow heavier as her back pushed against his chest. “I . . . Prince Daemon, I don’t . . .”
She seemed at a loss for words. Daemon could understand; it wasn’t easy to make the first step, the first leap towards self-determination. He’d seen many fail before. So, he gave her another push.
Slowly, Daemon’s fingers ran up and down the front of Alicent’s dress, right overtop of her slim belly. His touch was gentle, never straying too far to reach even higher levels of impropriety, but he ensured that it was enough for Alicent to feel it. “You want freedom, the choice to love whoever you so choose. Well, this is your chance. But I won’t wait forever, Lady Alicent.”
Another second of silence passed, so Daemon started to remove his arms from around her waist, disappointed. Only, that disappointment only lasted for half of a second before it was replaced with deep satisfaction as Alicent grabbed his arms and forced them back around her midsection. She still stayed silent, not quite meeting Daemon’s eyes as she twisted her neck to look back at him.
“You’ll have to use your words if you want this to go any further. A future Queen has to get used to giving orders after all,” Daemon smirked.
Alicent looked torn between smacking him for the reminder and saying exactly what Daemon wanted to hear. The indecision only lasted a few seconds though before she opened her mouth. “I want you to make love to m-”
Alicent’s last word was cut off as Daemon’s lips crashed down onto hers. He wasn’t being gentle anymore. He had played that role to get to this point. Now, it was time for him to be true to himself as well. And he wanted to lay his claim on the Lady Alicent before his brother ever could.
Daemon was relentless as he kissed Alicent deeply. His tongue slipped into her mouth, dominating hers. Alicent was moaning into the kiss and going weak at the knees. Daemon thrust his pelvis against her plush ass and tightened his grip around her midsection to keep her standing. He shuffled forward a bit until Alicent was trapped between him and railing that ran the length of the balcony.
As they kissed, Daemon opened his eyes and scanned around. The balcony was secluded enough. It was hard to see from inside the corridor unless someone was directly behind them. There were few windows looking down at them. It was unlikely that anyone would peer through them given the hour and how few people were actually allowed to roam the highest levels of the Red Keep at night. There were a few soldiers patrolling around the courtyard below, but that was quite a ways down and it was dark enough that even if they managed to spot Daemon and Alicent up here, the soldiers would have no way of discerning their identities.
It was a perfectly secluded spot, just as Daemon had planned.
As fun as kissing could be, Daemon was hungry for more. Besides, he didn’t want to deprive Alicent of her pleasure for long. One of his hands came up and groped her medium-sized breasts through her beautiful dress. Alicent moaned into his mouth, leaning into his touch. Daemon could feel her nipple hardening through the gentle fabric.
“Daemon.” Alicent’s heaving breaths sounded so much louder than they were due to the sheer quiet of the night. “We must hurry. My chamber maids will alert the guards if I do not return within the hour.”
That was plenty of time to get things done.
With one final press of his hard cock against her ass, Daemon took a step back from Alicent. She spun around, chest heaving breathlessly. Daemon stole another kiss from her soft lifts as her unpracticed fingers franticly undid the knot at the front of his pants.
Suddenly, Daemon grabbed Alicent’s hands, stopping her. His rough hands ran up her arms, feeling her soft skin through the cutouts in the dress, until he reached the neckline of dress. It was wide, barely still sitting upon her shoulders. With one strong pull, Daemon tugged the neckline down, pushing down the dress to reveal Alicent’s luxurious breasts.
To Daemon’s well-experience eye, they were of moderate size. But they were firm and perky, better than most others he’d seen. Light brown nipples sat proud, pointed right at him. Alicent hadn’t caught her breath yet, leaving her breasts heaving in front of Daemon. She was watching him curiously, as though seeking his approval.
Well, Daemon showed that approval by taking one of them into his mouth.
Alicent let out a gasp and clutched his head against her as Daemon sucked hard on one of her nipples. His hands reached down her body, grabbing the skirt of her dress and hiking it up too to reveal her lower half.
“Oh, Daemon,” Alicent cried out as his fingers found her core. She was wet and ready, so eager for what was to come.
One of Daemon’s fingers slipped past Alicent’s pink lips and probed its way inside of her. She was tight, and a maiden as far as he could tell. Her walls pulsed around his finger, unused to something else touching them. Daemon grinned and trapped Alicent’s nipple in between his lips. He flicked his tongue against the hard nub and readied himself.
“Turn around,” Daemon ordered roughly, pulling away from Alicent’s breast. It was red around where he had been sucking, and Alicent was looking thoroughly disheveled. Her lips were swollen and parted, looking desperate and needy for his touch. Her hands came up to keep her dress bunched up around her waist.
Alicent turned around lookout out onto the city and the courtyard below. Her breasts balanced atop the sturdy railing in front of her and she planted her feet firmly on the ground. Daemon came up behind him, finishing undoing his pants and pulling out his cock. It was hard and throbbing and ready to finally be stuck into someone. It made it all the more exciting that this was the woman his brother was to marry.
How would Viserys react, Daemon wondered, if he were to find out that Daemon had fucked his precious Queen-to-be? If he had been the first to plant his seed deep inside of her belly? The first to know her tender touch and lay his claim upon her before any other man could?
Daemon snorted. His brother would be furious, of course. He’d call off the wedding and banish Alicent back to her family home in Oldtown. That simply wouldn’t do at all. He wanted his brother to marry this girl, and then, only once the time was right, would Daemon reveal the truth. It may not happen for years, or maybe never at all if that suited Daemon’s desires better. But, even if Viserys never learned of what Daemon and Alicent did today, Daemon would know. That knowledge would be sweeter than any fruit from the Summer Isles could claim to be.
Daemon inched up behind Alicent, holding his cock firmly in his hand. Using his foot, he spread Alicent’s legs a bit wider until the lips of her pussy spread open and he could see the pink flesh within. Satisfied with the sight, Daemon pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance.
Alicent gasped at the touch. Her entire body tensed, and Daemon could see her mentally recoiling from what was to come.
“Tell me what you want,” Daemon murmured, leaning overtop of her so that his mouth was by Alicent’s ear.
She glanced back at him, biting her lower lip. “I . . . I want you to . . .”
“Yes?” Daemon raised an eyebrow.
“I wish for you to . . . make love to me,” Alicent finally got out.
Daemon laughed at that. “Oh sweet girl; we are not making love. We’re fucking.”
With that, Daemon pushed forward, relishing in the sensation of his cock spearing into Alicent’s virgin cunt. It seemed like all of the air left the girl’s lungs as Daemon pushed right up to her hymen and tore through it. She was a lucky one, Daemon realized. Many women struggled with the first time they lost their virginity, crying from the pain or discomfort. But Alicent handled it well. Her breathing came fast again, and her knuckles whitened as she gripped her dress even tighter, but she never cried out in pain. Daemon waited for a few moments to let her adjust to the sensation.
After nearly a minute had passed, Daemon pressed forward again. Alicent stiffened initially, but soon gave in to the pleasure and sank back against his cock. Daemon pushed forward until he was completely sheathed inside of her and her creamy ass was pressed tightly against his pelvis.
“Oh Gods,” Alicent shuddered. Her hands left her skirt and came up to brace herself against the railing. “You feel so much bigger inside of me than I expected.”
“Well, don’t get used to it,” Daemon grunted as he grinded against Alicent. “My brother doesn’t have half the cock I do. You’ll be left wanting for more before long.”
Finally, Alicent actually laughed at the jab towards the King. “If I do, I’ll just have to rely on you to fill the void, won’t I?”
Daemon grinned. That was exactly what he wanted to hear.
Reeling his hips back, Daemon slowly slid his cock out of Alicent’s tight pussy until just the tip remained inside. Her insides pulled at him the entire time, urging him to stay inside of her. Well, he’d certainly do what he could to ail that physical need.
Daemon slammed his hips forward as he drove his cock back inside of Alicent. The sound of their bodies slapping together rang out loudly against the quiet of the night. Alicent let out a loud moan, louder than she’d intended obviously given the way her head darted from side to side, looking to see if anyone heard and was coming to investigate. But after a moment passed without any signs of anyone coming, Alicent relaxed again.
“I’ll try to be quieter,” she assured Daemon.
“Don’t,” Daemon replied. “I like it when my women are loud.”
“Your women?” Alicent cocked an eyebrow at Daemon, somehow maintain her noble poise even with a cock stuck inside of her. “You think I count among that group?”
Daemon pounded into her pussy again, causing Alicent to let out a yelp of pleasure. “With reactions like that, I’d say you do,” he smirked. “I’m sure you’ll be agreeing with me once you’ve had a full course of what I can do to you.”
“I-”
Alicent’s sweet voice was cut off as she suddenly let out a low moan into the flesh of her arm, biting down on it to prevent her sounds of pleasure from carrying far as Daemon went right back to fucking her pussy hard and fast. He was well-practiced at this, keeping up a steady rhythm of his cock ramming into her tight, hot depths.
It was rare for Daemon to be as impressed with a girl as he was with Alicent. She was sensuality incarnate with her auburn locks, milky-white skin, pert tits, and incredibly bouncy ass. She handled his large cock well too, a feat that many women he’d encountered could not do. Her muffled cries kept up as he pummeled her swollen pussy with his hard and rough thrusts, but she never asked for a reprieve. No, she was too busy reveling in the pleasure he was giving her.
“Daemon!” Alicent moaned, briefly lifting her mouth from her arm. Her panting, aching voice caused him to look up from her ass to her face. She was looking back at him, lips parted and looking needier than he had ever seen her before. “I want you to kiss me when you finish,” she told him.
Daemon’s lips twitched upwards. She actually wanted him to finish inside of her. Well, her wedding was set for only two weeks hence. If he got her pregnant tonight, it would be possible to pass it off as his brother’s child.
A fit of laughter broke out of Daemon’s mouth as his glee-filled eyes met Alicent’s. “Anything for my Queen,” he teased.
It wasn’t hard to urge her into a better position; Alicent’s body was subservient to his whims now. Daemon pushed her forward so that she was closer to standing up than she was to bending over. Daemon was still able to thrust into her pussy with ease, but now he was able grab her tits and kiss her neck while he fucked her.
This change of position brought new life into Alicent as her sounds of pleasure redoubled. “Your cock, ugh,” Alicent groaned, her eyes screwing up tightly. “So good.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” Daemon panted, feeling his orgasm getting closer and closer. He kept thrusting up into her, rebounding off of her ass as his cock reached the deepest parts of her narrow pussy. She was leaking around him, her wetness dripping down onto her thighs. The lubrication made it easy for Daemon to fuck her tight hole.
The pair panted heavily as they approached their ends. Daemon was the first to reach his orgasm. With an almighty roar, Daemon thrust his hips forward one final time. Instead of rebounding off of Alicent’s ass, he pushed up against it, ensuring that his seed would reach her womb. His lips came down onto Alicent’s, and the girl moaned into his mouth as her own orgasm hit.
Alicent’s body shook against Daemon’s as she rode her pleasure. Daemon’s seed spilled out inside of her, filling her up with his hot liquid. Her pussy convulsed around his thick cock, milking it for every drop he had. She kissed Daemon back greedily, one hand clutching at the back of his head to keep him in place.
They stayed like that for a moment, Daemon buried deep inside of Alicent’s pussy while they kissed. When they finally broke apart for air, Daemon stepped back, letting his cock slip out of Alicent’s pussy. In the moonlight, he could see that it was covered with her juices that had mixed with his cum.
Alicent was looking down between her legs as Daemon’s cum started to dribble out of her pussy. It came in waves, running a little ways down her thigh.
“You’ll want to wash up,” Daemon told her as he quickly stowed his still wet cock back into his pants and started to tie them back up. “And a hot bath will do you some good. It’ll help with the soreness you’ll feel in a bit.”
Alicent looked surprised to hear such kind advice from him. “Thank you, Daemon.”
He waved her off, taking one last look at her body. Alicent fixed up her dress, letting the skirt cover her lower half while fitting the top back over her shoulders, hiding away her magnificent breasts.
Alicent gave Daemon a half-smile. “I suppose this is it then,” she shrugged.
Daemon nodded and a sudden smirk overcame his lips. “If you ever desire more.”
“I’ll write,” Alicent giggled. She walked up to Daemon and planted a chaste kiss on his lips. “Thank you for showing me a better way to live.”
