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Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince, has claimed the Iron Throne after his brother's death. He is branded a usurper, a tyrant, and rules the seven kingdoms with an iron fist. There are some who view him as a more appropriate choice for King than his brother- as he is anything but weak- but popular opinion is that Daemon is too impulsive, too violent and ultimately, too chaotic to rule.
His first act as King, an act he revels in, is taking a wife. He quickly finds the one he desires; young, pretty, soft, submissive- a small little thing that would likely do whatever he desired. Daemon knew it was his duty as King to provide the realm with heirs, but the true reason for his haste was to quench the desires within him as soon as possible. Daemon had a desire to breed, over and over and over- a desire he had failed to satisfy with his first wife as he found her as dull as a board and lacking his particular...tastes.
He thinks of his new wife, lying alone in their chambers, waiting for him. It was all he permitted her to do, so save for the occasional feast and dinner. Daemon had needs, and they would be met.
He zones out of the council meeting, eyes glazing over. The stuffy lords bored him senseless and such meetings were always a pained affair for him. His thoughts turn instead to his new wife; her silky hair, her smooth skin, her wide eyes, her small, soft body, the way she never protested- and the way her body shook as she whimpered underneath him.
He adjusts himself slightly under the table, his desire growing by the second. He huffs as the lords continue to prattle, drumming his large, ringed fingers on the table with impatience. He rolls his eyes and slides a hand under the table to cup himself, squeezing slightly. He stifles a groan, spreading his large thighs as he fondled the thick, heavy meat that lay between them.
His eyes narrow in pleasure as he continues to touch himself, the lords around him none the wiser. He can already smell her faint perfume, mixed with the lingering scent of sex from their last encounter. He had already taken her thrice since breakfast but was not yet sated.
His fingers tighten around himself, squeezing harder as his breath hitches. He imagines her writhing beneath him, her dark hair splayed out on the pillow like a halo as she moans in pleasure. The thought alone makes him growl low in his throat.
His master of coin begins to end the meeting, not even managing to finish his sentence before Daemon is on his feet, strutting out of the council chamber with his large cock half hard and swinging between his thighs.
He stalks to his chambers like a bloodhound, pushing past those in his way; not caring who sees his aroused state. He bursts into his chambers. "Wife." He growls. "Come here."
She peers round the corner of the study timidly and he stalks towards her, his large frame casting a long shadow over her petite figure. "Wife." He growls again, his voice thick with desire. "Come."
She knows what he wants and she knows better to object. He grins, a feral, predatory expression that sends shivers down her spine. He reaches out, grasping a handful of her hair and yanking her head back. "You know what I want, Wife."
She whimpers and nods. His hands move down her body, groping roughly at the soft flesh. He groans and rocks his hips against her, feeling the desperate need to plant his seed once again.
His hands roam her curves, squeezing with brutal intensity. He grinds against her, his thick cock throbbing with need, pre-cum already beading at the tip. "Need you." He pants, his hot breath washing over her ear; his voice almost whiny, almost pathetic. "Need to fill you."
She goes to speak but is silenced by his tongue as he shoves it in her mouth. His tongue invades her, dominating her as his hands continue their rough exploration. He nips at her lip with his teeth, claiming her mouth as his. His hips jerk against her, seeking friction; his arousal growing more urgent with each passing second.
He feels her trying to kiss him back but his mouth is to intense for her to even try. He smirks, pulling her flush against him and rubbing his cock up against her soft body like a beast in heat.
He chuckles, his mouth curling up in a cruel expression. His hips buck forward, driving his hard length against her and eliciting a soft gasp. "You don't get to kiss me back." He growls. "But you can take what I give you."
Her cheeks flush in embarrassment. She goes to speak again but is cut off by the sudden feeling of being grabbed by his large hands, lifted and thrown onto the bed. His thick, muscled body crawls over her, his eyes dark as he licks his lips with intent.
She whines as he immediately starts rocking against her, not slowly or passionately, but frenzied and aggressive; as if he was a virgin teen desperate to cum for the first time. He grunts like an animal, pushing her legs open so he can settle his thick, heavy meat between her thighs.
He snarls, his movements becoming more insistent as he grinds his hips against hers. His cock strains in his pants, eager to be freed and buried inside of her. "Fuck...need to breed...fuck"-
His grunts grow more guttural, his body tensing as he humps her with wild abandon. He ruts against her like a beast in heat, the friction of his thick length against her clothed sex sending sparks of pleasure and pain through them both. "Fill you up...need it."
She moans and squirms under him, her smaller frame pinned under his large, strong body. She moans softly, trying to hold onto him as he ruts into her with reckless aggression. She can tell he likes this, getting as pent up as possible before he finally impales her on his massive cock.
He chuckles darkly, sparing a hand to push her shirt up and expose her breasts. He palms them roughly before gripping her wrists and pinning her above her head. His hips never stop moving, thrusting against her in a savage rhythm.
He grabs her face, making her look at him as he forces her jaw open, spitting into her mouth. "Can't have that pretty mouth empty when that tight little cunt will be so full, hmm?" He chuckles darkly, forcing her legs open wider as he finally frees his strained cock from his trousers. The thick, veined meat slaps against her clothed cunt. He rubs his wet tip against her, grunting under his breath, before he finally rips her clothes from her body.
He grins at her, his eyes hungrily roaming over her naked body before meeting her gaze again. "There we go, much better." He positions himself at her entrance and slowly starts pushing in, groaning at the sensation of her engulfing him inch by inch. "Fuck that's tight... always so tight...mmpphhff."
He ignores her whimpered cries, she always struggled to take him inside her but he loved it; it made him feel powerful. He knew that each time he stretched her open, he was readying the pretty young thing's womb for his seed, for his offspring.
He growls, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he bottoms out inside her. His fingers dig into her hips, bruising the soft skin as he starts to pound into her. Tears fall down her cheeks at the mixture of pain and pleasure but she knows better than to speak. He likes it when she just takes it; when she lets him use her as breeding stock.
His eyes darken with lust as he watches her tears, a twisted sense of satisfaction filling him. He leans down, capturing a tear on his thumb and bringing it to his mouth for a taste, savouring her anguish and desire. "Good girl... you take me so well."
She moans softly, desire welling in her belly despite the monster that he was. He grunts, his rhythm faltering for a moment at her soft moan. He fists her long hair in his hand and pulls her head back, forcing their gazes to meet as he continues to thrust into her roughly. "You like that, don't you?"
She whines, nodding. "Use your words." He growls, grasping her throat with his large ringed hand and squeezing slightly.
"Y-yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes...my King."
He smirks at her response, his grip on her throat tightening as he feels her body clenching around him. "Gonna cum, aren't you?" He chuckles darkly. "Little whore for my cock, aren't you?"
She tries to respond but his hand is now tight around her throat. Her face flushes as she gasps for her, her eyes rolling back as she cums hard; twitching uncontrollably on his cock. Her eyes flicker as she sees stars, trying to claw at the hand that choked her.
He keeps his hand around her throat, his grip unyielding as she cums hard around him. He watches with sadistic pleasure as her eyes roll back and her body twitches, her face turning red as she gasps for air. He squeezes her throat a little harder, cutting off her airflow completely as he rides out her orgasm, making sure she doesn't get a moment's peace.
She grasps at his hand, desperately trying to breathe. He knows he has gone past pleasure now, but he can't stop. Lost in his desire, his need, he fucks into her harder. "Just need to... fuck... just need to fill..."
His vision blurs with lust and darkness as he pounds into her with brutal force, each thrust a declaration of his dominance. He's beyond reason, lost in the primal need to claim her, to mark her as his own. His balls draw up tight, the pressure building at the base of his spine.
He groans, the sound low in his throat- almost pathetic. Sweat drips from his body onto her as his heavy balls slap against her abused little cunt. He rolls his hips, burying himself deeper so that his seed will take.
"Just need to-"
He feels his cock twitch as he becomes unbearably sensitive. "Oh fuck-"
With a guttural roar, he floods her womb with his seed, filling her up so completely that it spills out of her used sex. His body shudders in release, the pleasure almost painful as he empties himself into her.
"Yes...ugh...yes..."
He finally releases her throat and she gasps for air, coughing and spluttering with wide, panicked eyes. He collapses on top of her, his weight crushing her into the bed as he pants heavily, trying to catch his breath. He stays buried inside her, his softening cock still nestled in her cum-filled pussy, marking her as his.
She lies coughing and spluttering as she clutches her throat. He chuckles, pulling out of her slowly and rolling onto his back next to her, his chest still heaving with exertion. "You enjoyed that as much as I did, didn't you, little wife?"
She nods obediently, not wanting to anger him but still massaging her throat to soothe the pain. He doesn't seem to notice, flopping over onto his back as he readies himself for sleep, incredibly pleased with himself.
"My seed will take soon enough wife, we shall have an entire brood! And if not, I shall simply keep filling you until I get what I desire... Perhaps I will never stop."
His laugh is deep and throaty as he imagines a whole army of little children, a reminder of a wife well filled.
He lies for an hour, deep in thought and utterly spent... for now.
His thoughts were clearer now he had spilled his seed into her again. He turns to her, her small form trembling slightly. He notices the marks around her throat.
He reaches out to touch the red marks around her throat, a pleased smile on his face. "My mark on you, little wife," he says, his tone a low, possessive growl. "I will enjoy watching them darken as my seed takes root."
She nods obediently but can't help the tears that form in her eyes; he falters slightly.
His large hand moves to stroke her cheek gently, brushing away the stray tears with his thumb. His expression softens a little- a rarity. "Do not fear me, little wife," he murmurs softly. his deep voice soothing her.
She nods timidly, wiping away her tears.
"You know I would stop before I... I do not wish to harm you in that way..."
His eyes search hers as he sees her timid nods, his touch still caressing and soothing. "You are safe, little wife." His voice echoes gently in the quiet room as he pulls her close, resting his arm around her to offer comfort and security. He had always felt he was poor at comfort but it felt easier with such a delicate little thing.
He nuzzles his chin against her head as he holds her. "I do not wish to break you, little wife. Only to breed what is mine. Sometimes... I lose control..."
She nods into his chest and he presses a soft kiss to her forehead as an apology; he was not the kind of man to ever apologise with words.
He strokes her hair gently as he relaxes, a smile coming across his face as he feels his seed spilling from her cunt and onto his thigh. She was well bred indeed.
He closed his eyes, spent and satisfied if not a little more vulnerable than he would like. He feels her nuzzle into his chest and sighs contentedly. He reaches a hand down to her filled cunt, collecting some of his seed and gazing at it. He smiles.
He licks his fingers clean, moaning softly in satisfaction before pressing another kiss to her forehead and shutting his eyes tighter. He would fill her like this all day, every day if he could. It was all he could do. It was easier than the truth; easier than saying "I love you.”