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Daemon loved showing off; anyone who knew him knew that. He didn’t feel the need to show off with words, though. He believed actions spoke louder than words, and he proved it in everything that he did— including showing off the bond he had with Caraxes.
As soon as he had begun courting you, he was showing off his dragon and the relationship he had with the giant beast to you. On any other man, you might have found the peacocking arrogant. On Daemon, however, you found his pride adorable.
He introduced the two of you, took you flying, and showed you parts of Westeros and the Free Cities you had never seen before. He would call out various commands in High Valyrian, resulting in Caraxes doing a wide variety of tricks while you shared the saddle with him; the leather straps wrapped firmly around the both of you, and his arm around your waist for extra security.
That particular day, he had a new idea. You had left King’s Landing and were traveling to Dragonstone, where you now resided with Daemon; flying above the clouds in a scene that no artist would ever be able to replicate.
The sun was just beginning to set, causing a blend of pinks, oranges, and yellows to be painted across the normally blue sky.
Daemon and you sat in a comfortable silence broken only by Caraxes’ occasional screeches, roars, and chirps, and the sound of the wind rushing past you.
Your back was pressed firmly against Daemon’s chest, seeking extra warmth. The dragon leather of your riding gear helped keep the wind from biting at your skin, but flying above the clouds caused you to never be truly warm.
“You know, there is one trick I have yet to attempt on the back of Caraxes,” he said in a suggestive tone before leaning in and pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek.
You let out a curious hum and turned your head to face him, an eyebrow raised questioningly.
“I can only imagine what this will entail,” you teased. “What is this trick?”
“Well…” he dragged out, placing a kiss to your cheek before pushing your hair to the side and beginning to trail kisses down your neck, “it involves combining my two favorite things in the world: flying, and having my cock buried in that sweet little cunt of yours.”
You felt the heat rise to your cheeks at his suggestion, but you still tilted your head to the side to allow him access to your neck.
You didn’t reply immediately, playing the scene over in your head. You could think of a million ways it could go wrong; you could somehow hurt Caraxes, you could lose your balance and slide off the side of him, you could lose your balance and slide off the side of him and then take Daemon down with you. Depending on where exactly you were flying over Blackwater Bay at the moment, you could meet your death in the spears of the merling king.
Despite all of this, you couldn’t deny that the idea excited you and made you feel truly alive in ways only Daemon could. You craved the rush of it.
Plus, how many people could say they’d had sex on dragonback?
“Are you sure I would not fall?” You eventually asked him.
“I promise,” he muttered against your skin, taking the question as permission to slide his hand under the waistband of your riding leather. You shivered when two of his fingers slid between your folds and lightly trailed from your clit to your hole. “A few kisses on your neck and one naughty idea and you’re already wet?” He teased playfully, nipping at your neck once again.
“You say that like it’s a problem,” you replied in the same teasing tone. At the same time, his fingers moved to just barely dip into your core, gathering the wetness and moving to your clit where he began to circle the bundle of nerves with just enough pressure to have your head falling back against his shoulder.
“Never. It’s a blessing if anything,” he said before pulling your face to his and kissing you deeply.
Kissing was another talent on his seemingly endless list. His lips always pushed against yours with just enough pressure and urgency, his tongue danced with yours without overpowering you, and he always left you begging for more.
Daemon didn’t pull away until you both were breathless, but that didn’t mean he was giving you any kind of reprieve. Instead, he shifted you both with a smoothness you should’ve expected. He pulled your top half backwards and pushed your hips forward using his own, making it so he was leaning against the back of the saddle and you were leaning against him, all while giving him more access to your cunt.
Before you could truly comprehend the change of position and what it meant, he was sliding two fingers into you and your choked moan joined the sounds of the wind rushing past you.
“Gods, Daemon,” you moaned out, his fingers already pumping in and out of you.
“Go ahead. Be as loud as you want for me, my pet.” His encouragement was punctuated with him curling his fingers and making sure the palm of his hand teased your clit with each pump of his fingers.
Your moans filled the skies as he continued to finger you, and when his free hand slipped into the leather, riding tunic you wore and began to play with your breasts, your cunt clenched around his fingers and your hands shot to him. Your grip on his thighs told him you were close and he soon added a third finger.
“Please don’t stop,” you begged as your legs tried to close to no avail thanks to the saddle.
“You should consider yourself lucky that this flight is a shorter one. It means I don’t have the time to tease you like I normally enjoy,” he replied, keeping the rhythm of his fingers steady and making sure his palm continued to drag against your clit. “Now cum, pet.”
You needed no more encouragement. Any earlier fears about sliding off Caraxes were long forgotten. Your eyes shut tight as your orgasm washed over you and Daemon’s name was the only thing that fell from your lips. He worked you through your high and withdrew his fingers only once your shudders of pleasure had subsided.
Patience had never been Daemon’s virtue, but it seemed he had even less than usual. Before you had truly come back to earth, he was sitting both of you up straight again.
The arm that had slid its way into your tunic earlier was now wrapped around your waist to hold you against him, while his free hand loosened the straps that secured both of you to the saddle. Your hands went back to gripping his thighs when he lifted one of your legs and swung it around to the other side, but his hold on you never wavered.
“I’ve got you, my love. I won’t let you fall,” he reassured gently, coaching you on what to do as he pulled one of your legs free from your pants, and then swung it back around so your back was to his chest once again.
The wind against your cunt immediately had you letting out a hiss of shock, but you didn’t complain otherwise, trusting Daemon to have an idea of what he was doing.
He strapped both of you back in, though considerably looser than before, then went back to coaching you on the position to take. He had you lean forward with your hands gripping the front of Caraxes’ saddle while he leaned back against the back of it, soon lifting your hips, aligning his cock with your hole, and pulling you back down to be filled by him completely.
Every time the two of you had sex, it felt like a confirmation that you were meant for each other. His cock stretched and filled you in ways you never could have dreamed of, and he seemed to innately know exactly when, where, and how to touch you. You’d never left your shared bed unsatisfied.
His hands remained on your hips, guiding you up and down his cock at an angle that had his cock hitting the spots inside you that made you see stars, slowly at first before beginning to pick up as much speed as the two of you dared in your current position. You weren’t sure if it was the added risk of being on dragonback, or if Daemon had some newfound determination so that you would be willing to do this again, but there was something about the entire ordeal that had an overwhelming feeling of pleasure coursing through your entire being.
Every snap of his hips against yours, every brush of his cock against that spot inside you, every moan and groan you heard from him all mixed together and made you grip at the saddle so tight your nails were sure to leave indents in the leather.
Daemon could tell the difference as well. Your cunt was wrapped around him like a vice and the moans and whimpers that spilled out from your lips were more addicting than any substance he could have gotten his hands on. He knew that, after this, his thirst for you would never truly be satiated.
Your second climax of the night came crashing into you without warning and it was only a few moments later before Daemon was following behind you, the feeling of the hot spurts of his cum hitting your walls forcing more wanton moans from you.
His thrusts slowed to a stop after you had both ridden out your highs. He gently pulled his cock from you, went through the motions of helping you get dressed, then strapped both of you back into the saddle snugly once more.
He pulled you flush against him and placed gentle kisses along your neck, muttering sweet nothings and pet names against your skin until the both of you had caught your breath.
“Please tell me you are not opposed to doing that again,” he said with just the slightest hint of desperation in his tone.
“Not in the slightest,” you replied softly. You laced his and your fingers together and relaxed under his hold, enjoying the last of your flight to Dragonstone in comfortable silence.