OF BASTARDS & DRAGONS || Aenar Targaryen [1]

In one smooth movement, Daemon swept up behind Cersei, throwing his arms around her midsection and pressing himself against her. "This can be one moment where you can choose to be free from your miserable marriage, if you'd like," he murmured in her ear.

Cersei went stiff in his arms. She didn't push him away, but neither did she reciprocate in any way. Daemon felt her breathing grow heavier as her back pushed against his chest. "We cannot Daemon. . . I don't think now is the right time....we're still in mourning."

Daemon hissed. "Both of them were bastards. Don't waste your tears for the dead."

Cersei seemed at a loss for words.

Daemon could understand; it wasn't easy to make the first step, the first leap towards self determination. He'd seen many fail before. So, he gave her another push.

Slowly, his fingers ran up and down the front of her red dress, right overtop of her slim belly. His touch was gentle, never straying too far to reach even higher levels of impropriety, but he ensured that it was enough for Cersei to feel it. "You want freedom, the choice to love whoever you so choose. Well, this is your chance to carry my seed. But I won't wait forever, my love."

Another second of silence passed, so Daemon started to remove his arms from around her waist, disappointed. Only, that disappointment only lasted for half of a second before it was replaced with deep satisfaction as Cersei grabbed his arms and forced them back around her midsection. She still stayed silent, not quite meeting Daemon's eyes as she twisted her neck to look back at him.

"Mira might tell someone...."

"She wouldn't dare." Daemon grumbles.

"Our affair is no longer a secret, especially since Mira saw us the night Maekar and Elissa were murdered? We should kill her, before it's too late." Cersei's orbs held his purple iris.

Daemon smirks and kisses her back passionately, giving her bum a soft squeeze. "Don't worry, she'll kiss the clay soon."

Sighing, she pursed her lips. "Are you sure?" Cersei questioned, she needed to be certain if she could trust him, fucking the King's brother, was off limits, howbeit he took her virginity on the night of Rheanyra's wedding, and she enjoyed their sex.

"Trust me" Daemon kisses her again, and spins her around, grabbing her breast roughly, kneading and caressing.

"You should be King. Aenar is a fool, wailing for his bastard children.' Cersei moans, as he went on to finger her core.

"You'll have to use your words if you want this to go any further. A Queen has to get used to giving orders after all," Daemon smirked.

Cersei looked torn between smacking him for the reminder and saying exactly what Daemon wanted to hear.

The indecision only lasted a few seconds though before she opened her mouth. "I want you to make love to m-" Cersei's last word was cut off as Daemon s lips crashed down onto hers.

He wasn't being gentle anymore. He had played that role to get to this point. Now, it was time for him to be true to himself as well. And he wanted to lay his claim on the Queen before his brother ever could.

Daemon was relentless as he kissed Cersei deeply. His tongue slipped into her mouth, dominating hers. Cersei was moaning into the kiss and going weak at the knees.

Daemon thrust his pelvis against her plush ass and tightened his grip around her midsection to keep her standing. He shuffled forward a bit until Cersei was trapped between him and railing that ran the length of the balcony at the bowels of DragonStone.