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Watching Rhaenyra from the window of the library, his violet eyes darkened as he took in the sight of his little dragon with her own little dragon. Joffrey giggling, his brown curls blowing into his eyes as she swung him around in the air, bringing him in close to her chest. Raspberries blown into his neck, making the little Prince’s giggles grow ever louder.Seeing her with her children and his girls filled him with a need to see her growing round with a child of their own. It was a dream he’d long had, one that had appeared the moment he’d laid eyes on her after returning from the Stepstones. He’d left when she’d been a child, and he’d returned to find her a woman grown. It was one of the main reasons he’d hesitated while in the brothel. He knew there was a chance that Viserys wouldn’t grant either his annulment or allow him to wed Rhaenyra because it seemed, no matter what he did, he would never be worthy in his older brother's eyes, all in thanks to that cunt of Hand. He hadn’t wanted there to be any chance that she could be carrying their child and them not being together.But now... .now they were married, she was his wife and he could fill her with as many hatchlings as they both wanted. There was a small part of him that was still rather terrified about losing her in the process, just as he’d lost his mother and Laena.. but the thought of a babe that was a mix of the both of them was stronger than his fear… It was something he could not resist.Pushing off the stone ledge of the window, he left to begin making preparations, the first stop was the nursery and the children’s sworn shields. He wanted no interruptions this coming night.Later after dinner, he sent the children off to wash their faces before bed while Rhaenyra was settling Joffrey in the nursery with his wet nurse.When he returned to their bed chambers, he found that Elinda had completed his request and then some. The entire chamber was filled with lit candles and the room had a soft glow that lightened the shadows at the edges of the room. Fresh linens were on the bed and the room had been cleaned from top to bottom.Moving to the bowl of hot water on the table that was still steaming. Daemon made quick work to remove his clothes and dipped a rag into the water, he raised it to his face to wash the day's dirt away. Almost immediately the scent of sandalwood wafted into his nose and he grinned. It seems that Elinda had taken the initiative to prepare his bowl with the scent Rhaenyra seemed to love on him.Sneaky maid, he’ll have to thank her for that later.He’d just finished drying off when the door opened and Rhaenyra was stepping through, he rubbed the cloth on his chest and watched with amusement as she turned around and let out a surprised squeak. He saw as her eyes trailed down his form, her own lilac growing darker while she spoke very softly.“Oh.”Stretching his arm out, he let the damp cloth drop to the floor and he remained still so that his little niece could take her fill of him. The feeling of being wanted for his looks or that fact that he was a Prince who rode dragons was something that he was used to. Women and men of all types had made their appreciation known and he’d bedded many of them. But the way Rhaenyra looked at him, touched him, it seemed to light a fire inside of him that had never been there before. Perhaps dragons truly could only be with other dragons… though he’s not one to complain.“Well Kepa…this is an unexpected sight but one that is completely a pleasure.” she purred at him while stepping forward and running the tips of her fingers down the middle of his chest. Seeing the glistening water against it.“And is that sandalwood I detect, husband?” Her words filled the space between them just before she pushed her face into the crook of his neck and let out a long but soft sigh. Chuckling, Daemon pressed a kiss to her temple before his fingers were up and working the braids in her hair free.“Perhaps, a little bird of ours seemed to figure out that you like this and left it here for me. You should thank her tomorrow.” He teased as he pushed his fingers into her long soft strands of hair, working on massaging her scalp, he knew the feeling of being in tight braids all day.Tipping her head back, she raised an eyebrow though her tongue darted out to wet her lips, a subtle tell that she was turned on. It had been something he’d noticed after they’d wed. Next, his fingers started working on the laces of her dress. When they were in their rooms for the night, he preferred they both be without clothes, it had been a request of his and one she’d happily agreed to. He knew out in the world they needed to be proper but here, in the privacy of their suites, he wanted to have access to her at all times. Too long they had been denied each other, barriers in their way.. and now that they were together, he wasn’t going to allow something as small as clothes to keep them apart.“Pray tell, Uncle, what do you need me to be in a good mood for?” she asked, using the same tone she would with one of their children when they came to her. It seemed she’d figured him out.His fingers had worked the laces free finally and he was pushing the dress down off her shoulders. Dipping down, he placed a kiss to the crook of her neck and pushed the rest of the fabric down to the floor.“I would like to fill you with a little hatchling of our own, niece.” he growled softly into her throat, this time gently nipping the soft flesh. He knew it would be a light pink with just that gentle teasing touch of his teeth, especially with how pale their skin was.She went still in his arms but her breath hitched and she tried to subtly rub her thighs together.His next words a deep growl as he lowered his lips to the top of her breast as the sound of her dress falling to the floor echoed in the room.“To see you swell and grow round with a little dragon of our own. I want to spend every day and all night filling you with my seed until you can’t help but let it drip out of you.”As the minutes passed, the more crass and craven Daemon’s words became. While Joffrey was just near his first name day and he knew they were taking their time to blend the two families, he was ready. Gods of the fourteen flames, he thought wedding Rhaenyra in the tradition of their house was everything he’d ever want. But now, he knew that to be false. He wanted a child with his niece, his wife, his little dragon.He heard an intake of breath from above just as he wrapped his lips around her pert nipple and he just knew that if he slid his fingers down between her thighs, he’d find her inner thighs coated in her slick juices.“Yessssss, Kepa. Fuck me until I’m full of your seed. I’ve longed for a babe that was made from the two of us since before I ever flowered.” he heard her whisper and those words hit him right between the legs. His cock, already hard, seemed to grow harder and he throbbed almost painfully.“Gods above, Rhaenyra…..” His words were little more than a grunt as hands gripped the backs of her thighs and pulled, he lifted her into his arms and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist. Taking quick strides across the room, he dropped her down onto their bed as his violet eyes watched her little bounce and stared down at her with a hunger that seemed almost violent. He’d never felt this kind of passionate need, never had he felt such hunger with anyone else. He was almost ashamed to admit, it was never like this with Laena.“Be a good girl, niece and spread those legs for me. Kepa’s hungry.” he growled while moving to kneel between her legs once they opened, immediately dropping his head down in between her thighs.He had his mouth on her before she’d even finished spreading them and when he ran his tongue from the entrance of her cunt all the way up to her clit where he then sucked that nub roughly, he heard her cry out loudly. Her fingers quickly burrowed into his long blonde locks and when she pushed him into her harder, he wanted to grin.He may be the dominant of the two of them but his niece was also of the blood of the dragon, like him, dragons always take what they want, when they want. And they normally do not ask.Groaning at the tangy taste of her, he gave that clit another suck before moving down to push his tongue inside of her tight hole before he then was licking back up. Two of his thick digits pushed inside of her and while his tongue assaulted her clit, his fingers crooked inside of her, searching for that one spot that he knew would make her scream.“Fuck! Daemon!” The shout from Rhaenyra was loud and the way she arched her back and pushed her cunt down against his face had him feeling smug as a pig rolling in shit. He could cum just from listening to his wife lose herself to the pleasure he was giving her but that would not be happening tonight.His thick digits moved faster inside of her while his tongue and lips continued to feast on the drenched flesh of her cunt. He needed her to cum, he needed her slick and relaxed for when he filled her with his cock. No matter how many babies she had, no matter how many times they fucked, Rhaenyra’s cunt was tight and it was a very tight fit for him. Though once he was inside of her, she fit him like a glove and it truly showed just how much she was made to be his.A guttural cry from her was the warning he got before her fingers were pulling on his hair, her cunt was tightening around his fingers and she was flooding the sheets beneath them with her juices. Her hips jerked as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm and he delighted in the wet, squelching sounds that came from between her legs.“That’s it, my little dragon. Cum for me, wife.” he groaned against her flesh while licking her clean.Pulling his fingers from her, he lifted them to her mouth and she immediately sucked them, her tongue swirling around the digits so that she could clean herself from them. He meanwhile, was working his way up her curvy form, his teeth biting and leaving marks, his lips sucking bruises into her pale flesh. Marking her was something he loved to do and with his need to breed his little niece, the kink had come out full force.Finally he reached her lips, pulling his fingers from them so that he could capture hers. His tongue invaded her mouth and she immediately responded, her body arching up into his, her slender fingers rough from dragon riding plunging into his hair and her lean, soft legs wrapping around his waist.She moaned into his mouth, the tone of it needy and the sound went straight to his cock which was currently rutting itself against her hot cunt and like Rhaenyra’s dragon, it was teasing it’s prey by sliding against her clit before it would claim it’s meal.As he was about to do just that, his little dragon swiveled her hips against his and the tip of his cock caught on the rim of her hot little hole and when he went to rut against her, pushed inside. He immediately pulled his mouth from hers and dropped his head down to her shoulder, panting as he pushed forward and plunged the rest of the way into her drenched depths.No matter how many times Daemon fucked her, he would never grow use to the heat of her, the feel of her velvet sheath, perfect for him. Stilling, his hips rested against hers and he took a moment to calm himself, he knew if he moved right then, this would be over before it ever truly got started.He felt her hands soothing their way down his back and his niece's touch seemed to settle the overwhelming need to spill his seed so soon, she was always good at grounding him.Lifting up, he caged his wife in between his arms, his palms flattened next to her head and pulled his back until just the tip of him remained inside and then he slammed forward, hard. The sound of his flesh hitting hers echoed off the walls of their stone chamber, as did the loud squeal she gave him in response.He repeated the motion several times, each one a little quicker than the last. As much as he wanted to just fuck into her, he needed her to shatter for him again. Making Rhaenyra fall absolutely apart from his touch and cock was almost as good as thought of breeding her.But all thoughts of making her cum, flew out the window when his wife tightened her inner walls on purpose and mewled “Stop teasing me, husband and fuck a babe into my womb. Or maybe you’ve aged too much to do so?”A roar filled his being, his blood came alive at being challenged and he knew instantly that she’d known what would happen when she provoked him. Well, if his niece wanted to play with dragon fire, he would gladly burn her.Swiftly, he pushed back onto his knees, causing her legs to unwind from his waist. His eyes blazed, the famous violet color of them darkened to an almost plum color, he wrapped an arm around her legs, pulling them to his chest so that the backs of her thighs were flush against him. Holding them in place, Daemon started fucking into his niece. Again, the sound of his skin meeting hers filled their chamber and this time, the deep tone of his voice was added.“You want me to fuck a babe into you, niece? You want my seed to fill your hot cunt up so that you swell with my child?” He growled down to her, her back arched up off the bed and her fingers scrambled against the sheets, knuckles turning and even paler white. He knew she wanted to move, to meet his thrusts but with the way he was holding her, she couldn’t do anything but take his cock like a good girl.“You’re absolutely fucking dripping, wife. Does the thought of me breeding your cunt make you so hot that you are drenching out sheets? Or are you just that needy for your Uncle’s cock? Tell me, Rhaenyra….did you think about me when your shield was fucking your son’s into you? Did you wish they were mine?” He commanded, the possessiveness he’d held at bay for so long coming to the front.He was not ashamed to admit that although he loved his girls from Laena, he had often wished Rhaenyra had been their mother. And he knew she felt the same with her boys when her own eyes flashed, angry at being called out, no doubt.He slammed into her hard and then held still, smirking smugly when the loud whine came from her. That smirk turned into a growl as she tried to squirm in order to fuck herself on his cock.“Tsk, Tsk, Little Dragon. Be a good girl for your Kepa and answer my questions. How much does the idea of your Uncle, breeding you, filling you with my child turn you on? Does it make you drip? Do you shove your fingers between your thighs? Did you think about me when Harwin Strong was fucking you? Did you wish our sons were mine biologically?”He knew he was bordering on being cruel but his Rhaenyra knew what kind of man he was. She’d always known him for what and who he was. And he knew she had a cruel side just like he did, they were the blood of the dragons, descendants of Old Valyria. It’s simply their nature.“Yes! Fuck, Kepa! When you’re not here, I think about carrying your child! And sometimes, I make myself cum on my fingers!” She cried out, her fingers pinching at her own nipples as she still attempted to squirm on his cock.“Keep going…you’re so close to being my good girl.” He crooned at her and gave them both some relief by grinding himself against her so that he was hitting her clit.“Fuck! Fuck! Gods be damned, Daemon, yes! Yes, I used to close my eyes and picture that it was you fucking me. And gods…even before I flowered, I used to wonder what a child of our blood combined would look like. Now fuck one into me, Uncle!” She commanded him, the Queen she would one day be shining through in that moment.And so he did, he reared back and plunged back into her, his balls bouncing off her ass each time his hips met hers. Her moans turned to screams and she twisted the sheets in her hands as she shouted, words becoming nothing more than noises the longer he fucked into her.But even dragons have their limits and Daemon knew he was fast approaching his, he needed Rhaenyra to cum and he knew just what she needed in order to tip her over the edge.“Can ao cum va aōha kepa’s orvorta, ñuha darling riña? you’ve va moriot issare ñuha sȳz riña, haven’t ao rhaenyra? Avy jorrāelan sīr olvie, ñuha zaldrītsos. ” He spoke with a strangled tone but the words were in High Valyrian, the language he’d taught her when she was but a babe. The language that had become theirs.Almost instantly, she was falling over the edge, her body tensing, her cries guttural as he felt her cunt lock around his cock, the walls spasming against his shaft.Now it was his turn to be pulled apart at the very seams that held him together. His head dropped back and he slammed into her heat one last time before he let out a deep groan before spilling his seed into her. He kept moving his hips, thought his thrusts were lazy now, his hips stuttering.“My gods…” he muttered as he released her thighs. Her legs spread for him and he dropped himself down so that his chest was pressed against hers. He kept himself buried inside of her so that his seed had a chance to take root instead of spilling onto the sheets. Resting his forehead against hers, he closed his eyes and just breathed her in.She wrapped her legs around his waist again and trailed the tips of her fingers along his spine, he shuddered softly at the gentle touch. Very few in his life had given him the gift of a soft touch and he found he craved it.“Do you think your seed will take, Kepa?” She asked him softly while still working to catch her breath.He grinned at her words and pulled back while opening his eyes, a lecherous look thrown her way.“If not, Little Dragon, I shall have to fill you with my seed every day until it happens.” His tone let her know he was serious.He couldn’t wait to fuck her when she was round with his child. Just thinking that, he felt his cock attempt to twitch.For the first time in almost a decade, Daemon Targaryen was content with life and looking forward to the future.