The world around her became dark, as Daemon tied a slip of material around her eyes. (Y/n) sure that she was struggling to breath as the want for him grew and grew. The desperation to feel him inside her, having got to a point where she thought she might lose her mind if her uncle didn't just fuck her. Didn't just pull her legs up over his shoulders and take what they both knew that they wanted. But as she felt him take one wrist, and encircle it with something as equally soft as her blindfold, before he pulled her arm up. The princess finding that she could no longer move it, that it had been bound to something solid; it seemed apparent that Daemon was not going to do this quickly. That he was going to take his time. That he was going to enjoy this, enjoy having her under his control. Enjoy indulging in his little whims, before he finally gave her what she wanted, what she needed. The lady's breathing becoming more erratic, as she felt her uncle repeat his action with her other wrist. A small chuckle leaving his lips, as she squirmed a little. As she pulled at the restraints. The rogue prince quickly moving so that he could secure both her ankles to the bottom of her bed.

Daemon couldn't help but smile as he looked down at his niece. She looked beautiful. Perfect. Laid out and waiting for him; her body flushed with desire and need. He had waited so long for this moment. Waited so long to show her that Aegon could never do as much for her as he could; but as much as he just wanted to surrender to his want to just fuck her until they both came undone. Until she screamed out his name loud enough for all to hear. He wanted this to last for as long as possible, more. To enjoy every minute. The brother of the king slowly pulling a dagger from his belt. Drawing the blade across his tongue and causing it to bleed, before taking a seat next to the beautiful dragon on the bed.

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(Y/n) flinched, as something cold touched her skin. Squirmed, wriggled and let out a small yelp as the cold object had cut into the flesh of her stomach. The princess feeling something warm pool on her skin, only able to imagine that it was her blood. That her uncle had cut her. The breath catching in her throat, as she had suddenly felt his tongue lick at the crimson liquid that slowly had begun to trickle down over her hip and continued to the sheet beneath her. Her eyes rolling back in her head, as Daemon just went on licking at her flesh and blood. As she felt the tip of the blade ghost over other areas of her body. The still cold metal felt against her neck and her breasts. Against her nipples, and her swollen mound. This was torture. Glorious, untamed, beautiful torture. Her uncle obviously an expert. A deep, throaty moan leaving her lips, as she felt his lips move from the wound he had caused, to her aching, heated womanhood. His tongue once again moving over her flesh, as he buried his head between her legs.

Gods, what she wouldn't give to be able to push her fingers into his long pale hair and pull him closer. To make him give her the relief that she so desired. The lady doing her best to move her hips, to get the friction that she needed to feel, only for her uncle to place his hand her belly and push her down.

"Oh no, my sweet one. You are not the one in charge. I am the one that is in control here. And you will only have your release when I allow it. You will only have what you need, once I have had my fun. Once I have done to you all the things that I have seen your brother do; once I have done all the things I have been dreaming of doing to you. Then and only then will I allow you to come undone. Then and only then will I bring you to the peak of euphoria and join you as we both tumble over the other side. Do you understand...........?" Daemon asked, as he reached up and took her chin in the palm of his hand. Holding it tightly.

"Do you understand..............?" The prince growled. His lips pulling into a thin smile, as his niece nodded. Daemon able to feel her tremble, under his fingertips.

Slowly, he released her. Chuckling loudly, as she let out a soft moan in protest, as he left her side. Daemon slowly pulling his shirt over his head. Pulling on the strings that held his breeches. His hand firmly gripping at his rock-hard cock, stroking it, before moving back to the bed and standing over his prone niece. His smile become broader as he climbed onto the bed, as he moved over her. The prince slowly opening the beautiful lady's mouth, determined to make this last all night.