[ It is torturous, holding herself back at the sensation of Daemon's cock pulsing, throbbing within her as he spills himself at her urging, her demand — but Rhaenyra has eternally been nothing if not determined, resolute, and once she sets her mind to something it can be difficult to sway her in any other direction. When she was younger, her rebelliousness had certainly gotten her in trouble, but she had an increasing suspicion that her more resistant tendencies were exactly the sort of thing that Daemon enjoyed about her — her impulse to challenge, despite being viewed as lesser because of her sex, had often matched his own defiance, even if she had not gone to the lengths he had.
But as he lies beneath her, the column of his throat a straining arch, she bends down to bite at it, more of an absent grazing of teeth than something that leaves a more puncturing mark — and in the moment, her hands are more focused on reaching up to unfasten the belt keeping his wrists tied so that freedom is afforded back to him again. She doesn't need to keep him leashed for this next part, but she doesn't suspect that he'll object once he realizes what her next decision involves. ]
Catch your breath. You'll need it.
[ Her mouth slants upward in a crooked smirk, even as she lifts her hips to let his cock slip from her with an accompanying hiss through gritted teeth. She can feel his seed left inside her, threatening to escape, and instinctively clenches in an attempt to keep it all within, but climbing up the length of his body is a somewhat more difficult task when she has to account for her own skirts. ]
Kesā sagon ñuha dēmalion, valzȳrys. [ Words that take on wholly new meaning when she's making efforts to straddle his face, knees sinking into the pillow on either side of his head, her gaze hungry as it traverses his expression. ] Sir, rijībagon aōha dāria.
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But as he lies beneath her, the column of his throat a straining arch, she bends down to bite at it, more of an absent grazing of teeth than something that leaves a more puncturing mark — and in the moment, her hands are more focused on reaching up to unfasten the belt keeping his wrists tied so that freedom is afforded back to him again. She doesn't need to keep him leashed for this next part, but she doesn't suspect that he'll object once he realizes what her next decision involves. ]
Catch your breath. You'll need it.
[ Her mouth slants upward in a crooked smirk, even as she lifts her hips to let his cock slip from her with an accompanying hiss through gritted teeth. She can feel his seed left inside her, threatening to escape, and instinctively clenches in an attempt to keep it all within, but climbing up the length of his body is a somewhat more difficult task when she has to account for her own skirts. ]
Kesā sagon ñuha dēmalion, valzȳrys. [ Words that take on wholly new meaning when she's making efforts to straddle his face, knees sinking into the pillow on either side of his head, her gaze hungry as it traverses his expression. ] Sir, rijībagon aōha dāria.