The Story of Us // Rhaenyra Targaryen // Daemon Targaryen

17. Harwin induced Trance

Rhaenyra turned back around and moved to Avalon collapsing into her. Avalon held her tight.

"Cake fixes everything." Avalon assured. "Come on, love. Don't be miserable the rest of your beautiful life." Avalon requested.

"I hate them both, Avalon." Rhaenyra whimpered.

"I can see why but honey... its not Alicent's fault."

"She could have said no."

"To the king?" Avalon cuontered. "Nyra, honey, you and I can say no to Viserys because he is family. I know its sometimes hard to remember that he is the king, that he rules over the realms because to us he is our father, my brother. But she couldnt say no."

"She is going to be queen."

"And you will still be queen when the day comes." Avalon remarked. " sweetie let's just take it one day at a time. Can you try?" She nodded glumly. " great.... Now cake" Avalon instructed ushering her back inside the great hall when she saw the most handsome of men strutting down the hall towards her. " are you going to have to save me a piece? I forgot some thing." Avalon lied as she turned around.

" Avalon, my dearest!" Daemon declared, arms open, wide, the biggest smile on his handsome face.

" I'm mad at you." Avalon informed him she tried to be very serious and her tone but she was very happy to see him.

" mad at me? Oh my sweet girl." he coed.

" it's true I'm mad at you you made viserys mad."

" he made me mad first." Daemon countered.

"Daemon." Avalon groaned.

" Avalon." He coed in return. " I love you I would marry you in a heartbeat!"

"you pretending to marry a whore, said otherwise." Avalon corrected.

" that was stupid on my part I will admit it." He agreed.

" stupid is the understatement of the century." Avalon, sassed.

" thank you little Miss drama queen. You know I quite like when you kiss me with that mouth of yours, as opposed to when you smack talk me..." daemon remarked.

" well sometimes you deserve a bit of smack talk." Avalon informed him.

" and now that you spoke to me about my stupidity?" he asked innocently.

" you nearly missed our brothers wedding." Avalon reminded him.

" well, he didn't come to-" she was already smacking him over the head before he got his sentence out. "Avalon!" Daemon grumbled.

" I love you, but you drive me up a wall." Avalon informed him.

"I would rather fuck you on this wall." Daemon decided. Avalon try to remain strong, but her lips quirked up in a smile. She couldn't help the control he had over her.

'I want you.' She confirmed and he pulled her to him, hands slipping around her, pulling at her laces, lips trailing down her neck, her chest as her head tipped back. He pushed her into the nearest room.

Her dress and his clothes dropped to the ground, he took a step back admiring her for a moment before his lips went back to her. he picked her up she could feel him harden under her. pressing against her as his teeth bit at her chest. He leaned her against the wall, gently his hands roaming over her. He kept lifting her until she was up on his shoulders.

"Daemon!" Avalon declared laughing out as she reached for the wall to balance herself.

" oh, I got you." Those are his last words before daemons handsome face disappeared between her legs. His nose rubbed against her clit, his tongue plundering deep into her, touching further inside than she would have guessed he could reach. His hands on her hips were bruising her but she didn't care, it was all about the sensations now and he was making sure she felt everything. Making sure she knew that he was Her man.

Everything he would give her once she was his. She felt like this was his moment of claiming her as his princess. She balanced on his shoulders pressed up against the wall, heels digging into his back.

He pulled his tongue out, dragging it slowly from her opening to her clit and back again, holding her still while she quivered and moaned. She felt dizzy and weak and ridiculously off balance, but his strong shoulders under her thighs and his big hands holding her hips kept her from needing to think about her position.

Her eyes fluttered with concentration on what was going on between her legs...but he made sure that was all she could think about. His mouth worked its way back to her clit, kissing and licking and teasing her with his tongue until he finally latched his lips onto her painfully swollen nub, caressing it softly with his tongue before he began sucking it, the intensity growing unbearably until he had her writhing again. His hands dug into her hips as she ached to move her hips against him.

She let go of the wall and held onto his head with both hands, bucking against his face as the pleasure exploded in an agonizing, blinding, white hot inferno of pulsating waves that pulled her into quivering, helpless, complete bliss. Avalons hips jerked and her back arched and her whole body switched on, its reactions completely out of her hands, controlled only by him. And then after what seemed like an eternity of agonizing delight, she finally opened her eyes and tilted her head to look down.
His smiling face was gazing up at her from between her thighs, his mouth and chin glistening with she juices. He licked his lips and grinned.

"My, my Avalon... you are stunning from any angle," he said teasingly as he slipped her legs off his shoulders and gently lowered her, being careful not to scrape her back against the wall. He slid her down his body until she could unwrap her legs from around him and put her feet on the ground, but he didn't make her stand on her own yet - she couldn't, it was obvious.

She legs were shaking and she felt queasy and lightheaded, possibly from the wine, probably from the uterus-wrenching orgasm he'd just treated her to. She swayed against him and he wrapped his arms around her protectively.

Cake. Rhaenyra. The wedding long forgotten.