incendium
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After the assault of Caraxes flames and Daemon’s command, he was certain no other Targaryen remained.
He was wrong.
There was one other.
One Daemon had met.
One Daemon had doted on.
One who had called him Kepa.
A girl of seventeen now, he thought her half mad, risking death by his hand when fully capable of escaping by her own fire breathing beast. But the girl desired something other than freedom, and she wished to be what Daemon desired, too.
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- Part 1 of incendium
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It pleased him that their first kiss was filled with the metallic taste of the other’s blood.
It pleased him to know the taste of her in this way.
He wanted to know the taste of her in every way. He would greedily drink saliva from her mouth, release from her cunt, perspiration from her skin, milk from her breast—and this, blood, was no exception.
If she had a wound, his tongue would happily lave at it as if it were her folds, unwilling to waste the flavor that wept from her, for no matter the source, it would belong to him, her husband.
And in return, she was his. His niece. His queen. His love. Only ever to be shared with his heirs, while they grew inside of her.
Or, she no longer waits for him in her rooms — why would she, when she now belongs in his bed?
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- Part 2 of incendium
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It was not just her fierceness that made him think her a dragon, but this, too. For it seemed impossible for anything less than a fire-breathing creature to have a core that burned the way hers did.
Burned for him, he reminded himself, hips arching to help her take him. She was still so small, not yet stretched enough to the fit the length inside of her—at least not without some struggle.
Not that he minded—he thought her struggles only made it more fun, and with how her cunt leaked in time with the salty tears on her cheeks he was quite certain she felt the same way.
But others did not understand their King and Queen, nor the marks that newly married and mated dragons bore. Each bruise was given in adoration and served as a reminder of their ardor when the other was absent, not out of abuse, no matter what the man guarding their door claimed.
They would make them understand, for changing the way they loved each other was not an option.
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- Part 3 of incendium