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After being on Dragonstone for a little over a year, she had no idea who to lay the blame on for her capture. It was easy to blame Rhaenrya and Daemon as one made the command to find her and steal her away and the other one did it, but it wasn’t that simple. On some days, in the solitude of her dark stone room, she sometimes blamed her brother, Aemond, as he was the one to kill Lucerys. Sometimes she blamed her own mother for going along with her grandsire’s plan to usurp the throne.
However, she couldn’t blame them for long. When it came down to it she missed them and she didn’t care about any of the crimes they had committed.
Clearly, that was not the same for her half-sister and her consort. Ever since she was brought to Dragonstone in the cloak of darkness she had been at the mercy of their whims. They didn’t string her along or toy with her, they made it clear as to why she was there. She would provide Rhaenrya with the children that she lost. The ones she claimed lives were stolen by her family.
She fought at first. She was a maiden and not ready to be a mother but that didn’t stop them. She saw a slight hesitancy in her half-sister’s eyes before her husband grabbed her by her silver-white hair and dragged her to one of the empty chambers.
Now, she waited in only a robe on the mattress in her chambers. There hadn’t been a day where one of the hadn’t visited her. Usually, they did so together but when Daemon was away Rhaenrya would come and have her give her pleasure and when Daemon was within the walls of Dragonstone he made sure to find time to take her.
Her half-sister was kinder about how she would use her. Sometimes stroking her hair and returning the pleasure. Her husband, though, was never very nice. He fucked her roughly and oftentimes made her cry. The sight only seemed to spur him on though because soon he would spill his seed inside of her.
After the birth of the first child. A little boy that Rhaenrya insisted on naming after her lost son, they had used him as leverage to get her to do what they wanted. She didn’t get to see him often and she knew better than to refer to him as her child. Without thinking she brought her hand up to her cheekbone where Daemon had struck her after she asked to see ‘her child’.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost didn’t notice Daemon and Rhaenrya entering her chambers. Rhaenrya was in her robes for the night but her husband was not. His eyes immediately found her body and he wasted no time in kicking his boots off and untying his breeches.
She knew the routine by now. She stripped herself of her robe and lay on the mattress waiting for them to have her however they wanted. Rhaenrya was the first to reach her and she laid soft kisses across her younger sister’s cheeks. When she closed her eyes she could almost pretend that the hand that stroked her hair was her mother's or her betrothed before she was stolen away. Her throat clamped up at that thought. She was betrothed to her older brother Aemond but would he still want her now that she had been used so thoroughly? He loved her, she knew this but there were only so many blows a man’s pride could take before he eventually decided he was done with her.
Her eyes opened when she felt hands wrap around her ankles and pull her to the edge of the bed. Daemon stood at the end naked with his cock standing proudly. He looked at her like she herself was a nuance but she knew he enjoyed sinking into her.
“‘Nyra and I have agreed if you spread your Hightower cunt and willingly let me breed you tonight you may see our son tomorrow.” His voice was cold and she wanted to shrink away from him but she could sense the type of mood he was in and shying away from him would do her no good.
Then she registered what he said. She could see the child. Yes, he said ‘our’ child, referring to him and Rhaenrya but she carried the babe for months and birthed him. She wouldn’t admit it out loud but in her mind, she always thought of him as hers. Perhaps if she was ever rescued they would help her take her son with.
“What do you say, sister? I’m sure my child would love to see his aunt,” Rhaenrya whispered in her ear. She gritted her teeth at the words but spread her legs for the man at the edge of the bed. The boy was her child. He was only six months of age and she would argue that he still needed her as her breasts were still full of milk but she knew that would just earn her another smack across her face from her uncle.
“At least one Hightower knows how to listen,” Daemon sneered at the house of her mother. She watched as he spits into his hand and stroked his cock. From the way he was gazing at her pussy he knew she wasn’t wet so he would make do with his spit.
Rhaenrya climbed on the bed beside her and kissed her as Daemon thrust his large length into her. No matter how many times Daemon had fucked her she still wasn’t used to the roughness. It always made her tense up but that never stopped him from snapping his hips against hers. He held her legs up and open, gripping her ankles tightly as he pounded into her without letting her adjust.
Rhaenrya’s touch was kinder. She ghosted her lips across her jaw and neck and swirled her tongue around one of the breasts as they bounces with every thrust. It didn’t matter how much time had gone by since she first swelled with her babe, she still wasn’t used to the heaviness of her milky tits. Rhaenrya, on the other hand, loved playing and sucking on them. It was the quickest way to arouse her and her sister knew this.
It only took a few minutes for Daemon’s cock to move more easily in her as she started to get wet. Her breath hitched as he hit her sweet spot and when he moved his grip from her ankles to her hips to pound into her more aggressively she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her.
Rhaenrya smiled against her chest while Daemon chuckled coldly, “you may never admit it but your wetness speaks for itself, you enjoy taking my cock and getting bred. What a disgrace you must be to your family, little Hightower.”
She closed her eyes in shame at his words. He had said worse to her before but she had said these words to herself anytime she allowed them to bring her to climax. She prayed every night to the gods for forgiveness and understanding and from what she was taught as a child she would be forgiven by them but how could her family forgive her? Her mother, who taught her about piety and how horrible the Targaryens could be. Or her brothers, Aegon would never forgive her, not only was she letting his enemy fuck her but she was giving them children as well. She tried not to shiver as she thought of Aemond. Aemond had always been so kind to her and she had been so excited to marry him but if he could see her now, what would he think? That she was no better than the whores on The Streets of Silk or that she was no better than their enemy? Is that why her brother hadn’t come to rescue her? Was it because he believed she deserved this?
She was brought out of her thoughts when she felt Rhaenrya’s nimble fingers meet her sensitive bud. Daemon never touched it. He didn’t believe that she should be allowed pleasure and that she was only there to put his children in. Rhaenrya claimed that if she finished as well the chances of her swelling with a child were more likely.
Either way, her back arched off the bed as her half-sister rubbed it with expertise. She couldn’t hold back the moans leaving her mouth. When Daemon began grunting above her and thrusting, somehow, impossibly harder and deeper into her she knew she must be clenching around his cock.
No one said anything as pleasure was being taken and given. The sounds of skin slapping together harshly and the moans coming from her filled the room. She didn’t know why but she found the sound to be erotic and it only aroused her further. She began to feel the warm tingling start to spread through her body and before she could alert either Daemon or Rhaenrya she was throwing her head back and spasming as her release washed over her.
It takes her a minute to steady her breathing again and come back to her senses. When she does, Rhaenrya has removed her lips and hand from her body and is now leaving open mouth kisses along her husband's body. Her hand, which had helped rub her to completion is now cupping Daemon’s sac. The sweat on her uncle drips onto her with every brutal thrust of his and she decides to look away. She does what they want her to do and lays back and keeps her legs open.
It doesn’t take him long to groan deep and guttural and still, holding onto her hips tightly as his seed coats the inside of her walls. She closes her eyes and doesn’t think about his seed taking root again. She thinks of her child that isn’t more than a corridor away from her. She swears that if she swells with another child she will escape with both of her children.
Finally, she feels him pull out of her, and her pussy clenches around the emptiness. She opens her eyes just in time to see Rhaenrya as she brings her hand down to rub at her abdomen with a dreamy look. She used to feel bad for her half-sister. Losing two children must be horrible but any sympathy she had for her had been lost when she took her own child after she gave birth.
Daemon, on the other hand, is looking down at her greedily. She goes to turn her head away again, not wanting to see his hungry and predatory gaze. He stops her, though, with a hand gripping firmly onto her jaw.
“For a traitor, your cunt is much too perfect. Perhaps after you give my wife another child I will keep you here longer to drain my cock.” Daemon smiled as she flinched at her words. She’s not surprised by them, really. He doesn’t fuck her like he’s performing a duty. He clearly enjoys this nightly routine.
She stays on the bed, bare to the world and leaking of Daemon’s seed when Rhaenrya leaves after telling her that she needs to clean up tomorrow if she is to see her son. When Daemon is finally dressed and alone in the room with her, he looks at her one last time and says, “I know you must be wondering why your family hasn’t come to save you.”
She doesn’t reply. She wants him to leave so she can dress and curl up in her bed. She doesn’t want to hear him talk about her family.
Her wants are of no matter to her because he continues, “your brothers have given up. The drunken usurper of a brother is nearly dead, so I hear. He was basically burned alive while in battle and that brother that you were to marry, well he has had every chance to fly here on that large dragon of his and save you but instead, he sits on the throne wearing the conqueror's crown. Clearly, you don’t matter to your family as much as ruling does.”
Tears form in her eyes but she won’t let them fall. She won’t let Daemon see them fall. She doesn’t believe him. Since he first took her from her home he has been giving her updates on her family’s activists during the war and she knows that he’s twisting the truth but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.
Before he walks out the door, he says one last thing to her, “don’t worry, though. When we take King’s Landing I’ll make sure your family knows what a whore you are.”