The Joker and The Queen // Daemon Targaryen // Harwin Strong

43. Taste of You

"You look stunning, in every light." Daemon remarked as Vaera glanced back at him. Haemon sat in her lap sand running through his fingers as Vaera covered his legs lightly with sand. The waves crashed against Vaera's feet. 

"I like Volantis." Vaera remarked. "I like this side of the narrow sea." she added. "There is so much out here. So beautiful, so... you see the sun set?" Vaera asked as he sat down behind her arms and legs wrapping around her. 

"It's hard to miss." Daemon agreed kissing her neck. Hands running up her thighs as Haemon continued to laugh in her lap, smiling up at her as the sand tickled his little legs. 

"You can see the same sun set a thousand times, it can look different and beautiful but it is still the same sun setting from the same balcony." Vaera told him. "But here and Pentos, its like seeing the sun for the first time." 

"Your mind my love, so pure," Daemon kissed her again and she leaned back into him as he held her closer. 

"I wish Nyra could see it. She would like this." Vaera remarked softly. 

"I'm sorry gorgeous." Daemon whispered. 

"I wish father could meet little Haemon." Vaera added looking back at him. 

"I'm sorry baby." Daemon whispered. 

"I do like it here though." Vaera told him. "I like that I can be me and you be you and there is no..." Vaera shrugged. 

"Looming cloud of responsibility and duty." Daemon offered. 

"It's nice just being me and you." Vaera told him. 

"I like that, just me and you." Daemon repeated. 

"Me!" Haemon shouted happily. 

"You!" Vaera declared kissing his head. 

"Our other children," Daemon remarked. "Had a few eggs." Vaera beamed back at him. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he nuzzled his face into her. "You know what that means." Daemon whispered nipping at her neck. 

"How many?" Vaera asked. 

"Three." daemon informed her. 

"Dago?" Haemon asked. 

"Yes..." Vaera coed down to him. "We will set it up on a flame right away." She kissed at his face and he giggled up to her. "You are going to have a dragon."

"Can I have my Vaera dragon?" Daemon asked bringing his lips to hers.

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"Please," Vaera whispered. "Give me a baby." At her words, she felt him slide into her with slow, deliberate strokes, making certain she felt every inch of him. Moans escaped her, bellowing and unfiltered.

Her hands clung to the bed as he pushed deeper, his mouth sinking into her collarbone, biting, and sucking.

"Fuck.'' She moaned, unable to think of any other words.

"Do I make you feel good? Is this what you wanted?" he asked softly.

"Yes," she breathed. Her body trapped under him, he continued rocking her back and forth against him, aggressive but slow. His large hands dig into the flesh of her hips as he grinded against her. She was lost in the euphoria of his touch, of the tornado that has touched down. There's no thinking straight, there's no stopping to catch her breath. It's simply one of those moments you hang on for dear life and enjoy the thrill of the ride.

Daemon reached his hand around, rubbing two fingers against her clit, and it's all too much. The cold of the nights air, the warmth of his touch, the connection she felt against him. She was unraveling, spinning out of control. Her whole body began to shudder against him as she orgasmed.

"That's it, love," he groaned. "Come for me, let me take care of." He didn't stop, doesn't slow down. Daemon kept pushing into her at the same pace, in the same rhythm as before and something about it made her want to literally collapse. As she started to go limp in his grip, he pulled her hair to the side, placing his lips against her ear.

"Not yet," he said softly. "You don't get to quit yet." In one motion, he pulled her up towards the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees and she quivered. "I want to taste that orgasm," he said, his mouth connecting with her center.

"Daemon," she gasped, her legs beginning to shake for a second time, "Dae-Dae-Daemon." He doesn't respond, doesn't break contact. He licked her, sucked her into his mouth until she was folded over against him, a second orgasm ripping through her.

When he pulled back, he was grinning up to her, quite satisfied with what he had done. Using almost no effort, he pushed her back onto the bed. As he stood, he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. This man was a god. There's no other word Vaera could use. Her body reacted to him in a way she couldnt explain.

"Come here." Vaera begged. Daemon lowered himself down over her, sliding back into her with ease, filling her again. A ragged breath escaped her as she clung to his back. From this position, Vaera could see his face, look into his eyes. They're full of something, some kind of emotion she couldn't place. His mouth took hers, lips brushing softly against her.

It's different now, the mood has shifted. The quiet outside seeps in too, and the whole world is still for this moment. She was not thinking about anything. Not the time, not the distance, past or future. Just now, right here, with him. Everything is slow, his hands cradled her rather than gripping her. Daemon breathed against her mouth, his eyebrows furrowing. His eyes were on hers as he pulled away from the kiss, just staring down at her.

His muscles tightened as his body grew rigid against her. He pinched his eyes closed as Vaera watched, begging for his release, for him to feel as good as he made her feel. She welcomed it, every time she was with him, she felt consumed and devoured and worshiped all at once.