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[Vale, Runestone]

Daemon Targaryen

If there was something shittier than waking up as Daemon Targaryen the day after his marriage to Rhea Royce it was to wake up as Daemon Targaryen before he bedded Rhea Royce. Then again I couldn’t really blame him, many people shit on the rogue prince for his attitude toward Rhea but I always saw it as it was. Daemon had been married against his will to a woman who was three years his senior and couldn’t wait to start a family and he was a sixteen-year-old boy with the hope of owning a dragon and dreams of adventure, I was honestly surprised the guy hadn’t just fucked off to Essos but Daemon loved his grandmother and it would shame her if he didn’t show to the wedding planned by her.

So Daemon did the logical thing and got piss drunk on Runestone and fell down some stairs which is where I find myself, sitting on the stairs that robbed the arguably coolest character of the Dance of Dragons of his life, and upstairs Rhea Royce waited for her husband, the killer headache, I snorted at my grim pun, was bad enough but I figured that trying to fuck Rhea was going to be a difficult thing to, she was as wild as a dragon and probably as difficult to mount.

Speaking of dragons, I just had to arrive here before Daemon got Caraxes as if getting close to one of those scaly monstrosities wasn’t one of the most dangerous things to do on Planetos, at least according to Daemon’s memories he wasn’t allowed a dragon which sucked but I had a great on how to get a dragon. There were many of them on Dragonstone and I wasn’t insane enough to go for the biggest and I wouldn’t go for a hatchling so it was either Sheepstealer or Grey Ghost.

Sheepstealer would be the easiest as I just had to do what Netty did and bring him a sheep every day that he could feast on, but Sheepstealer was also the youngest and thus the smaller dragon of the wild dragons. Grey Ghost would be a bitch and a half to catch but he was bigger than Caraxes at least right now and with a proper diet would be bigger than Caraxes was on the original timeline.

Surprisingly thinking of dragons somewhat alleviated my headache, I took a whiff of myself and my nose crinkled not only was the smell of so much alcohol off-putting, but Daemon had also already had his weekly bath and he still smelt like he had just gone to town on the yard. Ok, first things first, after this I’m getting a bath every day, getting some money, and then I will go for a dragon. That will surely give an aneurysm to old king stupid, for all his accomplishments and all the good that Jaehaerys supposedly did the man was not really a political beast or he would’ve married Rhaenys to Viserys and ignored the protests of his son, but no, he just had to be a spiteful wreck and let his son find out the consequences by himself.

Not that Aemon ever did since the idiot died, after leaving his dragon behind.

“Daemon, you’ve kept me waiting” the imperious tone of Rhea who was peeking outside the door reached my ears and made me turn around, despite Daemon’s protests of the contrary Rhea was a beautiful woman, a tad too stern perhaps but she was beautiful.

“Sorry, I drank too much and was waiting for my senses to come back to me” I gave her a dashing smile that made her blush, it was good to know that they hadn’t begun fighting yet “I want to make this special for you and a drunk fool would make for a bad first experience”

Rhea’s blush deepened “Well, come inside, I don’t mind waiting a little more, I’ve been waiting all my life and it will be bad if someone sees you there”

She was right on that, tentatively I rose, and apart from some little tumbling courtesy of the alcohol I wasn’t really challenged by Daemon’s body who had a better physique than I did when I… when I died? Did I die? Or was this a dream? It really couldn’t be a dream, not after feeling so much pain and not waking up…

The thoughts about my mortality and what actually happened to me could wait and if I’m honest I don’t care too much but perhaps that was the alcohol speaking. I was thinking so hard that I barely noticed that I was inside Rhea’s room, it had a fruity smell and it was very warm, but any thoughts about the room were quickly replaced by thoughts of Rhea who was wearing a very scandalous dress if it could even be called that.

It was an almost transparent piece of cloth that hugged her curves and showed off her breasts, if she had a corset on it would look like a modern piece of lingerie, I also noticed that Rhea was shaved down there which was surprising as according to Daemon’s memories women didn’t usually do that and he would know as he didn’t waste any time in visiting a brothel after he was fifteen.

“Rhea you look…” I paused for dramatic effect “I don’t even have the words to describe your beauty” I was rewarded with a smile and felt even more terrible about the fact that I was a stinking mess.

“Thank you, you look very dashing as well” I barked out a laugh at that.

“Let’s not start our marriage with lies, I must look a mess and smell even worse”

“I’ve seen worse and I can hardly expect you not to enjoy the hospitality of Runestone” that wasn’t what I was expecting but this was a medieval shithole so maybe Daemon really was looking and smelling better than the competition.

“Well let’s get started”

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Rhea Royce

“Well let’s get started,” her prince said, slinking up behind her and gripping her tightly above her flared hips. Rhea smiled as she felt him lean down and kiss the side of her pale neck. Leaning it to the side, she gave him better access. She had been very embarrassed when she had been given the dress by her queen but clearly, a woman who had so many children would know what was best.

“Oh? And what shall we start my prince?” she smirked when she felt his hard cock pressing into her shapely behind. Wiggling her hips a bit, she heard him moan as her ass rubbed the front of his groin. Rhea felt powerful and finally understood what so many other women said when they spoke of the power of a woman.

Lifting her up, Daemon carried her to the bed before tossing her onto it. Pulling off her shoes, he tossed them to the side. He ran his hands from her ankles all the way up to her upper thighs. He bunched her dress up around her waist and parted her lovely legs. Rhea closed her eyes and allowed her prince to visually feast upon her naked pussy.

His hands were groping her thighs before one made its way to her wet cunt. She gasped and her back arched when his fingers tickled her dewy slit. Rhea had expected him to start with his cock but clearly, the prince was somewhat experienced in this matter. A stab of jealousy pierced her heart but it disappeared soon after, he wasn’t hers when he ‘practiced’ and Daemon wouldn’t have married her if he had feelings for another so she would enjoy the fruits of his labor.

Rhea bit her lip sexily as she spread her legs wider. She let out a throaty moan as two fingers slid inside of her tight entrance. As his fingers curled upwards, she mewled when he began stimulating her in ways she had never felt before. Grabbing his forearm with her hands, she held him tightly as her hips began gyrating on their own.

It was as if she had lost control of her body and someone else was moving it but the pleasure she felt made all of that an afterthought.

Daemon smiled as his wife began to fuck herself on his fingers. Arousal was dripping down his fingers and onto his hand as his fingers caressed her special place. His other hand found its way to her clit, and now she was breathing in heavily as he rolled her hardened nub between his fingers. Daemon could feel her wet walls clamping down on his invading fingers as he moved his arm back and forth. Her sexy moans mixed with the wet sounds of her pussy were making his cock extremely hard. He quickly stood up and dropped all of his clothing. Grabbing her by the ass, he lifted her up and made her squeal.

Rhea gasped and wrapped her arms around her prince’s neck as he held her up by her naked ass. He kissed her deeply, and she was more than happy to return his affection.

“Take your dress off,” her prince commanded. Following his orders, she immediately pulled her dress up and off her body. Letting it drop to the floor, she gasped when his very big cock slipped between her wet lips. A grunt escaped her mouth when her back was pressed against the stone wall of the room. The feeling of hotness coming from all over her body contrasted heavily with the cold wall and made her shudder in a way she didn’t know was possible. Parting her legs wide, she opened herself up and allowed her prince to take pleasure from her body.

She was very grateful that she was receiving so much pleasure in return. Her trembling and shuddering body proved that. The moment that he was inside of her, her pussy contracted around him, and desperately tried to keep him inside. Her body was twitching uncontrollably, and her eyes were rolling into the back of her head as she felt an orgasm already approaching. Rhea cried out and rested her head against his shoulder as her pussy milked his thrusting cock. Daemon, however, wasn’t even close to being done with her.

He carried her by her gorgeous ass to the bed and let her drop onto it. Grabbing her hips, Daemon flipped her over and lifted her ass into the air. He chuckled when he saw that her pussy was still pulsating even though he had pulled his cock out. She was still squeaking and shaking from cumming so hard, and he could see beads of arousal dripping down the insides of her creamy, pale thighs. Leaning down, he dragged his tongue up her thigh and licked the wetness that was dribbling from her puckering pussy. Being so close to her pussy, he could smell the sexy scent of her womanhood. Pressing his face in between her cheeks, he squeezed her ass and motorboated it, making her squeal in the process.

Rhea felt like her face was on fire and shuddered as her prince rubbed his face all over her naked genitals. Knowing that he was likely dripping wet with her juices, she blushed. She didn’t know where he had learned that but she wouldn’t say that she disliked it.

She hadn’t been with any men or woman in all her life and while she had on occasion explored her body it never brought her as much pleasure as Daemon did. Rhea had been worried about the prince’s attitude but even if he decided to do something else instead of staying with her full time she would be happy as long as she could experience more of this whenever he was with her.

Rhea desperately wanted to please him in every possible way. She was concerned that he would look for someone else to sate his lust if she didn’t perform correctly. To please him she started spreading her knees widely apart and arching her back. Now her prince had plenty of room to work his magic on her, after all, there was no way such pleasure was natural.

Rhea could hear slurping sounds as he sucked the juice from her pussy. Finally, he took pity on her and settled himself behind her. She felt his thick head rubbing up and down her silky slit before he added pressure and slipped inside. Her body instantly spasmed when she felt him enter her once again. Feeling his cock rubbing her warm, wet walls was too much for her. Rhea cried out and gripped the bedsheets tightly in her fists. The sounds of flesh clapping were getting louder as he quickened his pace. Soon his pelvis was smacking into her wide ass and making her shapely cheeks ripple from the impact.

Daemon smirked at the bronze bitch and wouldn’t it be fun if he got her to call herself that in bed. All it took was a good dicking to make her come undone, but it was to be expected, people in medieval times were not exactly known for pleasing women. The very wet sloshing coming from her cunt was a pretty good indication that she was enjoying their activity. Reaching under her, he pinched her hard clit. Hearing the gasp escape her lips, he asked, “Are you enjoying yourself, Rhea?”

Daemon waited for a reply but only heard squeals and moans. Pinching her clit a little harder, he asked again, “Well?”

“Yes, My Prince,” she was able to choke out quietly.

“Yes what?” he asked, rubbing his fingers together and making her shudder violently from her clit being rolled. He moved his hips faster, and as he looked down, he could see his cock covered in streaks of her white cream.

“I like what you are doing to me!” she squealed as her pussy clamped down hard on him. Letting go of her clit, his hands slid up her smooth belly and over her large, swinging tits. He squeezed them and fondled them and played with her rock-hard nipples. In his opinion, her tits were probably her best feature.

Pulling out of her, he flipped her over again onto her back and slid between her parted legs. Slamming his hips into hers, she continued to squeal and cum on his cock. Grabbing her tits, he pushed them together and began suckling on her lovely nipples. He just couldn’t get enough of her lovely breasts. He pulled out and climbed on top of her. Straddling her torso, he slipped his big cock between her pillowy breasts.

Rhea placed her hands on either side of her tits and pushed them together creating a tight cavern for her prince to fuck. she had never heard of any lady doing this but it was obvious what he wanted to do when he straddled her.

His reaction to her chest wasn’t surprising. Plenty of men had stared at her tits over the years some had even been bold enough to point out their size but quickly regretted it, but she would allow Daemon to do as he wanted.

As his thick cockhead repeatedly burst through her cleavage, she would lash her tongue out and lick the clear liquid spurting from his cock. She felt a burst of joy when she heard him moan from her actions.

His tempo suddenly picked up, and she could feel his body shudder. Rhea guessed what was about to happen, she closed her eyes just as her prince released his seed all over her tits and face. His warm offering spurted over her cheeks and lips, and her tongue slithered out of her mouth and took a taste.

Rhea decided that the taste wasn’t bad, it was bitter but with an almost sweet aftertaste, it reminded her of some of the wine she had earlier in the day. She continued to lick it up as he covered her even further. When she thought that he was finally done, she was shocked when he was right back between her legs. Apparently, they were just getting started.

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Daemon Targaryen

After a very pleasing night, it was almost a shame to wake up. I looked at my body and sighed, in the end, it wasn’t a dream and I would have to live as Daemon Targaryen and if I wanted to live to old age I needed a dragon. If the gods in this place were fair my father wouldn’t die, Baelon deserved better than dying from appendicitis.

There was much to do and I had many ideas on how to improve this place and how to make money. Heh, and my brother thought that all those days reading about the Romans was a waste of time.

I would miss him but hopefully, he was having his own adventure somewhere else and if the thing or things that put me here had some decency, they would allow me to see him again someday.

My grim thoughts were broken by Rhea snuggling into my side as we lay on the bed, she was a great lover and a good woman but she offered me little in the long run, my grip on her shoulders tightened, I wasn’t one to just fuck and run though so I would have to talk with her later.

Right now I needed a drink, preferably water to wash away the foul taste in my mouth. I threw on a robe that was in the room that had the Targaryen sigil, I assumed it was for me and took my first steps out of the room where some servants were waiting.

“Draw some water for a bath and don’t bother the lady as she is tired, I will be down shortly to have something to eat” the servant girl blushed as she stared at my bare chest but nodded before running away.

I wasn’t exactly anxious to go down and eat the food of Westeros, spices weren’t exactly common, and they didn’t have a lick of imagination when it came to making new food. Fuck! there probably wasn’t any salt either here, this was going to suck for a while.

After having a shower and thoroughly cleaning myself I went to the hall where some of my family was there to greet me, among them my grandmother, my brother and his wife, my father, and of course Rhea’s father.

“You don’t look as unhappy as yesterday” Visery’s comment was not well received by the rest of the table, but I let out a laugh that seemed to surprise them all.

“Well, I was drunk enough that I fell down some stairs” my grandmother and Aemma looked horrified at my admission but I continued “luckily the only thing that got knocked out of me was my drunkenness”

“So you’re satisfied with the marriage now?” the tentative question from my grandmother had the lord of Runestone bristling at the unspoken slight I had given him but he didn’t have a dragon so I didn’t care to offend him.

“I still don’t see the point but it’s not like I’m angry about it”

“I think that’s because you’re still young brother” Viserys said while sharing a look with his wife.

I was robbed of my opportunity to answer when Rhea came to join us, she was walking with a slight limp but she had the biggest smile on her face and she was making very amorous eyes at me, her lack of subtlety had left her father with wide eyes and he quickly made himself scarce, I would laugh but if I had a daughter I would probably feel the same as he did if I caught her giving ‘fuck me’ eyes to a man.

Rhea snuggled against my arm as I tried to keep my composure and not give away anything, I was failing as the incredulous looks of my family were very funny. Perhaps they thought themselves to be dreaming as yesterday Rhea was very sad and offended at my lack of decorum and I was disgusted by the mere mention of having to marry her even on my wedding day.

“What did you do to her?” the incredulous question from my brother had me smirking.

“Many, many things that I will not say in front of either my grandmother or your wife, but safe to say I know hot please a woman” my brother sputtered while his wife and my grandmother blushed “want some suggestions brother?”

“Daemon!” Viserys got up from his seat and was probably going to strike me but I was saved by a baby’s scream.

“Look if it isn’t your daughter” and how weird it was to see the woman who one day would fuck everything up for the Targaryen cause all because she didn’t have the brains to fuck a Valyrian man so she could pass her bastard children as legitimate.

To be fair the Hightowers were also at fault but if the Lords Paramount didn’t feel disrespected by her blatant attempts of passing her bastards as legitimate then the civil war wouldn’t have even started.

She was a cute baby though and as I wiggled my finger in front of her and she grasped it, I decided right then and there that it would be for the best that she wasn’t killed.

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Author note: another ASOIAF fic, but at least this one is different and while there will be sex like in this one it won't be the focus of the story. I like Daemon, I'm not blind to his faults but I'm tired of people shitting on him for his ambition of being king when in a medieval society that was kind of the point of royalty, so I decided on a self-insert.