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Quick breathing and even quicker fingers. Rough and hard on soft flesh, trying to reach that wonderful blend of pain and pleasure that made her eyes roll back in her head.
It still wasn't enough. She needed more, more, more .
Rhaenyra struggled to her stomach. This position was always better for her, allowing her hips to roll and grind against her hand trapped between her body and the mattress. She buried her nose into the delicious smelling pillow, silky smooth against her face.
“Ah, ah, ah ,” she moaned, the pressure building. Yes , this was amazing. This was perfect . Her free hand squeezed her breast, halfway out of her tank top.
Her clit was so sensitive, swollen from her furious rubbing, but she ached from the inside, the elusive orgasm still beyond her reach.
She groaned desperately, snapping her hips harder.
“You know,” a voice said behind her, and she yelped, scrambling for a blanket she'd thrown off the bed, “it’d feel better if you slipped a finger in.”
Her body went hot all over from utter humiliation as she gazed with terrified eyes at her uncle, sitting casually in the chair by the window.
How long had he -
“Wh - what - what are you - “ She swallowed the ineligible babbling. “What are you doing here ?”
The only change in her uncle's demeanor was his raised eyebrows. “I live here, poppet.”
She hid farther into the blanket, unable to meet his eyes. Oh, Gods.
“I - I thought you were… You were supposed to be away.”
“I was. Conference ended early. You know… I gave you the key for emergencies. When you want to get away from an annoying stepmother. When you need a place to crash after some partying…” His lips quirked as his dark stare dropped, focusing somewhere on the blanket. “I suppose a needy cunt is an emergency of its own, isn't it?”
If she thought she'd been blushing before, now her state reached a critical level. She sputtered along with the sound of his laugh.
“Oh don't be so scandalized. You were brave enough to masturbate in my bed but talking about it gets your panties in a twist?” She saw from the corner of her eye the shake of his head, as if disappointed, and she swallowed, gripping the blanket tighter over her half-naked body.
Daemon sighed. “It's alright, my darling. Nothing to be ashamed of. You're a young little thing, discovering your wants… I am not surprised they lead you this way. It's in your blood.”
“W - what?”
Chancing a glance at him, she relaxed at the gentleness in his eyes. He wasn't mad at her, oh thank the Gods.
“If you feel safe to do that here, I'm glad.” He smiled, soft and genuine, but his eyes remained dark. Pinned to her.
Still feeling sheepish, she nodded. “I - I'm always afraid… someone will barge in, at home. Alicent had the lock on my door removed, you know?”
His gaze narrowed. “Did she?”
“Mh. And - the house is always full - all the screaming kids - I'm just… never comfortable enough to…”
“It's alright,” he cooed. “I understand. Please, poppet… Do not let me interrupt you. You did seem close.” His lips curled in a sensual smirk, and her belly dipped.
“Oh…”
“Try taking my advice, though. Some penetration. One finger will do, if you're a virgin.”
Now something compelled her to lie, to not seem as young and inexperienced as she was. “Maybe I'm not. I've - had boyfriends.”
“Oh, I know.”
“You… do?”
“Of course. I have to keep an eye on my favorite niece.”
She preened, only caring about the favorite niece part.
“Go on then,” he purred. “Make yourself feel good, my darling.”
Molten lava erupted in her stomach. She had to squeeze her legs together to relieve the tingling there, but it only got worse.
“You'll… stay?” Watch ? she wanted to ask.
He adjusted in the chair, making himself more comfortable. “Just need to make sure you're doing the most to feel good. I know what to do, darling, and I'll tell you.”
Her body was trembling as she pushed the blanket aside. Her shorts and panties were gone, she was sitting on his bed with her bare butt, but her crooked tank top was still on, both breasts spilling out from the sides. She hurried to fix the straps but his low voice stopped her, “Don't. Leave it.”
“Um.” Her heart was beating so hard she could barely hear her thoughts. “How do you want me?”
Rhaenyra saw Daemon's hands wrap tightly around the armrests, his throat jumping with a swallow, but he sounded just as calm as before, “Whatever feels the best for you, poppet.”
So she moved back onto her stomach, which was now alive with racing butterflies. Daemon hummed.
“Good girl. Do what you did before… But slowly. No rush, darling.”
She couldn't see him anymore, but he could see her and somehow that made her feel even hotter. One hand gripped her breast, the other slipping between her legs, and she started rubbing her clit like he'd instructed. Slowly. It was much easier now; she was wet like never before.
Soon she was panting into the pillow, the intoxicating scent reminding her the star of her erotic dreams was right there behind her, watching…
And like he heard her thoughts, wanting his presence to be reminded, he murmured, “Spread your legs, Rhaenyra. Make room for your hand.”
As much as she loved his endearments, nothing compared to him saying her name like that. In a commanding, gravely voice, a sensual edge he'd never before allowed to enter his voice with her.
She did as she was told, hiking one leg up like she did when she slept; the most comfortable position known to mankind… while also exposing her pussy, embarrassingly dripping to the sheets.
Daemon behind her sucked in a breath, and she let out a muffled giggle, delighted she was affecting him in her pleasure.
Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to turn around and see him. Every change in his expression, every shade of blue that his eyes darkened to, every lick of his lips. She needed to see so badly… but there was something electric about this position. Something that made her blood sing in her veins.
“Am I… doing good, uncle?”
“So good. You're a natural, aren't you?” She blushed into the pillow.
“I've had a lot of practice.”
A warm chuckle spilled into the air, and her heart skipped a beat knowing she made him laugh.
“Try circling the tight opening with a finger, darling. Dip it in and out… get it nice and wet. Slowly, gently…”
She felt like he was gently growling right into her ear, but when she twisted her head around to peek over her shoulder, he was still sitting in the same chair. Except now he was leaning forward, both forearms braced on his knees, eyes pinned to her cunt.
Her body shook with a shudder.
“Like this?” she breathed, and one fingertip circled her dripping hole, the nail pressing against the sensitive flesh.
Rhaenyra swore she could hear him groan. “Yes… that's perfect. Does it feel good, darling?”
“ Yes… ”
Her uncle moved then, just a quick, subtle adjustment in his chair, but it allowed her to catch a glimpse of his erection, large and straining against the suit pants he was wearing; like it wanted to join the performance.
Not stopping herself in time, and unsure if she even wanted to stop herself, she moaned loudly at the sight, at the thought .
It'd feel so good to have that inside her…
It'd be difficult. Painful. He seemed long and thick . But he'd make it fit, he'd make her take it… and she'd cream so good around it…
Her spine tingled, her stomach tightened. Oh, she felt it, it was there, she was there…
But his hard voice snapped like a tightly coiled laso. “ Not yet. Rhaenyra… Be a good girl and hold on a little longer…”
She moaned miserably, her hips stilling on instinct. “Oh, please… please, uncle…”
“Finger yourself. Slip a finger in fully and clench around it. It'll feel so much better, baby. Trust me.”
She did, she trusted him, he knew best , so she slowed her hips and pulled her hand away until she was sure she wouldn't cum the second her fingertips returned.
The slide was easy, if a little uncomfortable at first. She whimpered, tempted to snatch her hand right back, but her uncle's gentle voice coaxed her further.
“That's it… You're almost there. Feed your little cunt more of your finger. It's so needy, it needs it… You need this, Rhaenyra.” Biting her lip, she nodded, her head falling forward into the pillow. “It swallows it so well. I can imagine how nicely it'd strangle a cock…”
Her finger slipped inside fully, snug in her dripping cunt, and she came hard around the single digit. Her body was shaking, her stomach tightening and sending sparks into her limbs, and she moaned through it all.
Holy. Shit!
Letting out a long exhale, Rhaenyra slumped to the bed, exhausted, sweaty, but blissed out.
Who knew penetration was this fucking good?
Once she was capable of it she rolled to her back, and found Daemon still sitting there, observing her with dark eyes and lips pressed in a serious line.
Her legs fell open wider, as if offering the evidence of her orgasm, and Daemon's hands tightened around the chair.
“So pretty, poppet,” he rasped.
Rhaenyra couldn't help but grin smugly.
“Thank you for talking me through it, uncle,” she whispered.
He hummed, one of his hands traveling into his lap, covering the pronounced bulge she was salivating over. “You'll be able to take more… with practice.”
Her barely calmed heart picked up again. “Oh, well…” She bit her lip. “That'll be a challenge to take… but as long as you're there to help, I think I can do it.”
Daemon made a low sound; perhaps an agreeing hum, perhaps a longing sigh. She was not able to tell.
“Of course you can, poppet. I told you… It is in your blood.”
Rhaenyra grinned happily.
Oh, listening to her uncle was the best thing she'd ever done.