[ Daemon had been cruel to her, in the past, that he is aware of. When he had taken her to the pleasure houses he had hoped to do something - frighten her, perhaps, or to torment his brother, cause friction between them in the wake of his return and his ire. When she had responded so well to him, so wanton and ready for his touch, he had been afraid, slighted; he had expected her fear, not her blatant and easy need for him.
It had consumed him, after, when he had begged for her hand, when he had fled, leaving his first wife to rot, when King's Landing was behind him and his new life settled around him. Coming back to her, claiming her for wife, bonding himself to her in the tradition of their houses, to claim one another in blood and breathless vow was akin to coming home, welcoming him to a place where he had always imagined he had belonged.
Daemon itches to reach out for her, to drag his fingers along his skin, to twist against her nipple and take what he pleases; he would take her in his mouth, squeeze her, drink from her, breast and cunt, claim her with all that she has. He would worship and then take his pleasure. He has always enjoyed their coupling, has loved the way that the sparks between them are like dragonfire itself, and being bound and at her mercy is a strange, exciting turn of events.
Groaning, low in his throat, head tilted back, Daemon sighs, eyes flickering closed. ]
Ñuha jorrāelagon. Gūrogon hen nyke hae kesā. Iksan aōha zaldrīzes, aōha steed, aōhon. Iksan aōha dārilaros
[ For now, returned to life to her, to stay at her side, as guard and consort both, he will permit her to take what she wishes from him. ]
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It had consumed him, after, when he had begged for her hand, when he had fled, leaving his first wife to rot, when King's Landing was behind him and his new life settled around him. Coming back to her, claiming her for wife, bonding himself to her in the tradition of their houses, to claim one another in blood and breathless vow was akin to coming home, welcoming him to a place where he had always imagined he had belonged.
Daemon itches to reach out for her, to drag his fingers along his skin, to twist against her nipple and take what he pleases; he would take her in his mouth, squeeze her, drink from her, breast and cunt, claim her with all that she has. He would worship and then take his pleasure. He has always enjoyed their coupling, has loved the way that the sparks between them are like dragonfire itself, and being bound and at her mercy is a strange, exciting turn of events.
Groaning, low in his throat, head tilted back, Daemon sighs, eyes flickering closed. ]
Ñuha jorrāelagon. Gūrogon hen nyke hae kesā. Iksan aōha zaldrīzes, aōha steed, aōhon. Iksan aōha dārilaros
[ For now, returned to life to her, to stay at her side, as guard and consort both, he will permit her to take what she wishes from him. ]