[ There is no denying the fact that, at times, his loyalty can be a fragile, dangerous thing - hard to earn and hard to keep, especially twinned with his own needs and own desires to find something stronger in himself, to try and take and take until he gets what he wanted. It had taken a great deal of reflection (and, it seems, hallucination) for Daemon to finally settle into his role, into his position, to recognise that he is finally where he needs to be.
At her side, loving her, giving her all that he might have to give her.
Rhaenyra moves, climbs atop him where she belongs and makes herself comfortable, mounts him as a dragon might, and it fills him with glee and warmth, fills him with that familiar, aching desire that thrums through him and makes him want to grip her and devour her. Chained as he is, bound by her touch, tongue and tie, all he can do is take whatever she gives him; his mouth leans forward, to scrape his teeth over her nipple, to suck there gently, to bring her whatever pleasure he can.
He groans against her when she speaks, groans against her more as she rocks her body over his, riding and claiming him. This is his wife, his queen, a true Targaryen, a dragonrider and master, and it makes him shiver, his hips rocking up to meet her, to chase the pleasure of her. Perhaps it would be better for him to give into her entirely, but he is her dragon - and dragons are rarely well behaved. ]
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At her side, loving her, giving her all that he might have to give her.
Rhaenyra moves, climbs atop him where she belongs and makes herself comfortable, mounts him as a dragon might, and it fills him with glee and warmth, fills him with that familiar, aching desire that thrums through him and makes him want to grip her and devour her. Chained as he is, bound by her touch, tongue and tie, all he can do is take whatever she gives him; his mouth leans forward, to scrape his teeth over her nipple, to suck there gently, to bring her whatever pleasure he can.
He groans against her when she speaks, groans against her more as she rocks her body over his, riding and claiming him. This is his wife, his queen, a true Targaryen, a dragonrider and master, and it makes him shiver, his hips rocking up to meet her, to chase the pleasure of her. Perhaps it would be better for him to give into her entirely, but he is her dragon - and dragons are rarely well behaved. ]