#Welldonebeca's Two Weeks (11 Years)

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Two Weeks (11 years) - II

Summary: When the kids to spend two weeks with Laenor, Rhaenyra and Daemon are truly alone for the first time in 11 years. They want a new baby. She's ovulating. It's the perfect timing. (Set in 2016) WC: 1.5k words Warnings: Playful seduction. A little bit of prey/predator style play? Sorta. Oral sex. Orgasm control/denial. Teasing. Dirty talking. Possessive sex. "You're mine. I'm yours." Breeding kink. Mean sex. Praising kink. Degrading kink. Kepus kink. Ruined orgasm.

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Rhaenyra took off into the house, kicking her shoes off of her feet as she passed through the corridor.

Wait. Where would she go?

Sex was usually always in their bedroom, squeezed in her lunch break when she came home from the office, or while Joff napped the days she worked from home, and during the night, always trying to be quiet.

Now they had the whole house to themselves for two whole weeks.

And she didn't have any work to do for those days.

She stepped through the corridor and considered entering the library, but there was no second door in it, and opted for the stairs, climbing to the first floor before taking off her underwear, and giggled when Daemon stopped in the living room.

"Ñuha daria," he called. "I built this house for us. Do you think you can ever hide away from me here?"

He did. Before they even got together, Daemon had started the construction. Rhaenyra didn't know how much Laena knew of the truth of their relationship, but he seemed to know they would be together before Rhaenyra even did.

They had just moved, and most of the property was still being built, but the general structure was up and running. Kitchen, library, two bathrooms - almost three - and three rooms - their room, the girls' room, and the older boys' room. Joffrey was sleeping in their closet. But construction was going fast, and by the time they came back from spending their Christmas and New Years with Laenor, all five rooms would be done and ready for them to move.

Rhaenyra tossed her knickers from the balcony and he picked them up in the air.

"A favour," she teased. "To my dragon knight."

Daemon pressed them to his nose before putting them in his pocket, walking up the stairs with the confidence of a man who would make her pay for everything in a way she would enjoy very much.

She waited for him to be close to her to bolt to the other side of their looming balcony, and she was running near the stairs again she was a giggling mess when she reached the stairs, and Daemon picked up his stairs.

"Rhaenyra," he called, tauntingly. "I'll have you pay for this."

She rushed down the steps.

"Yes, I've been hoping for that," she laughed, breathless by now.

Daemon’s punishments were very… interesting.

She stopped to take a breath when she reached the kitchen, and Daemon entered it, almost reaching her when she ran behind a kitchen island.

"You're gonna get me?" Rhaenyra giggled.

But he didn't answer, and they circled the island comically for half a minute before he suddenly changed his course right as she ran to the other side, grabbing her by the middle.

"I got you," her husband hissed, tickling her sides as he picked her up.

Rhaenyra giggled away, breathless as his hands teased her endlessly on her sensitive belly, barely processing the way he was pushing her skirt up and up.

But the time he stopped, she was lying on the dark stone counter, and he had her hips tight in his hands.

She tilted her head, looking at him with a silly smile on her face.

"Yes?"

Daemon shook his head.

"Something I wish I could have done the day you ignored me in that kitchen," he spread her legs. “Fucking fell in love with you that night and you were all giggly over your little friend to notice.”

But that made her frown.

Kitchen?

She didn't quite remember that.

He bent down anyway, licking her pussy from entrance to clit, and just held her when she gasped and jumped.

"Daemon!" she moaned, anyway.

He licked her with gusto, holding her by her thighs as he buried his nose in her trimmed curls he so loudly adored, moaning into her cunt.

No one had ever eaten her out the way Daemon did. It was like he needed her pussy to live whenever he was between her legs, like she was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.

She grabbed him by his hair, glad that was growing it out already. Daemon loved the curls between her hair, and she loved to have his long luscious hair between them just as much. It reminded her of when they were young, and he strode into her life for the first time, right after her mother's funeral.

Rhaenyra would never forget him, tall and beautiful, hair so long it reached his waist, tossed over his broad shoulders.

His presence was captivating. Everything in him was.

She had ached for him for so long - fifteen years - but now he was hers and only hers.

"Daemon," she moaned, feeling him licking and sucking her clit.

He pushed two fingers into her, curling them inside her and brushing against her g-spot, and pulled back to look at her, face wet wet with her juices.

"Oh, my love," Daemon kissed her thigh. "Did running away from me make you wet?"

She smirked a little, resting on the cool counter.

"I like teasing you," Rhaenyra smirked. "I like it when you hold me like that."

He held her thighs a little tighter.

"Like this?" he arched his eyebrow, looking very interested.

"Strong," she smiled. "Close."

His gaze softened a little.

"Tell me more?" he kissed her thigh.

Rhaenyra smiled.

"You pin me down and hold me," she raised her hips. "Devour me, like you need me to breathe."

"And I do," he fucked her slowly. "I need you."

His fingers rubbed her sensitive walls skilfully, already trained on her body.

Rhaenyra shuddered, and he pinned her down a little tighter when she squirmed with the pleasure.

Fuck, his fingers were right on her g-spot. Daemon knew what that did to her.

"And you're mine," she moaned. "Always wanted you to be mine."

"I'm yours," he affirmed.

She moaned and he rubbed her more insistently.

"Mine," she whined.

Daemon licked his lips as she felt her body reacting to him to everything.

"You are my wife," he crooned. "My sweet little wife, mine to love and fuck and breed."

Rhaenyra moaned, squirming, arching to him.

"Daemon," she cried. "Please, just..."

"Just what, wife?" he angled his hand, touch far, far away from her clit. "Just fuck me more, tease me more?"

She shook his head, pouting, whining.

"Touch me," she pleaded.

Daemon licked his lips.

"But I'm touching you," he spoke as if it was obvious. "I'm touching my sweet wife."

But she wasn't touching her right!

"My sweet niece," he hummed. "Worked so hard to get me and finally did."

Daemon pushed a third finger into her, filling her pussy.

"Always so receptive to me, aren't you, sweetheart?" he praised. "Take whatever I give so, so well..."

Rhaenyra's legs trembled.

Fuck, just one little rub to her clit, just one...

"Kepus," she cried. "Don't be mean."

Daemon feigned a pout.

"Mean?" he asked. "No, my love. This isn't me being mean. I'm being nice, very nice."

He tilted his head, looking at her cruelly.

"When I'm mean to you, I slap your pussy until you're crying," he reminded her. "That's being mean."

Rhaenyra almost gushed at the memory, forgetting how ruthless her uncle could be.

"You remember that, sweet wife?" he cooed softly. "What you got for your 19th birthday?"

She moaned, tossing her head back.

It was the first - and only, for a while - time he had actually touched her back them. Daemon had gotten tired of her being a brat and slapped her into a mess before leaving her throbbing and wanting, prohibiting her from cumming without his permission, only given three days later in a phone call.

"I've been too soft on you," he fucked her a little more insistently, stimulating her from inside. "Spent this year pampering you, and you call me mean?"

She cried, but he held her down from even moving, his hand pressing her mound and making everything even more intense.

"Daemon!"

"You're getting too spoiled," he accused. "Of course it falls into my hands to teach you a lesson, silly, silly, silly girl."

Her legs shook, and he slapped her thighs.

"We can't have another instance of you running off with a new husband just because you are a needy whore," Daemon clicked his tongue.

Rhaenyra came so loudly it could have echoed through the whole house.

Her body shook, but he took his hand away, just holding her down by her hips as she trembled in her ruined orgasm, slapping the counter as she did.

"No, no," she cried, trying to reach for him, but he pined her hands down over her belly. "Daemon! Please!"

Her husband cocked his head with a blank look on his face, watching her pussy before looking at her face.

"This is being mean, my love," he corrected her.

Daemon pulled his hands away from her, adjusting his shoulders and breathing out, and Rhaenyra was still quivering when he moved to her and petted her hair, pushing some behind her ear.

"Now, sweet girl," he spoke softly. "Why don't you tell me with your words what you want?"

Rhaenyra swallowed down.

"I want you to fuck a baby into me, kepus," she pouted. "Please?"

His lips curled in a small smile.

"I'll be happy to."

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Two Weeks (11 Years) - III

Summary: When the kids to spend two weeks with Laenor, Rhaenyra and Daemon are truly alone for the first time in 11 years. They want a new baby. She's ovulating. It's the perfect timing. (Set in 2016) WC: 1.5k words Warnings: D/s dynamics. Smut. Breeding kink. Age difference. Praising kink. A bit of breastfeeding kink. Dirty talking. Praising kink. Breeding kink. Aftercare. Cuddling. Lots of affection. Fluff.

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Daemon picked Rhaenyra up and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her to their bedroom.

"Strip," he commanded the moment he set her down. "I want you naked with your ass up by the time my cock is free."

"Daemon," she scowled.

He raised his eyebrows, moving his hand as if waving her clothes away, which she knew he would do if he could.

"You're ovulating in two days," he declared, knowing her cycle to a T now, moving his hand to his shirt, taking it off. "Which means that for the next four days you are going to be stuffed full of cum."

Rhaenyra squirmed, having half a mind to at least take off her top.

Daemon didn't stop moving, unbuckling his belt as his eyes traced her.

"Each load a new possibility," he kicked off his shoes. "All inside you."

She squirmed, so wet she could feel her thighs slippery.

"And I plan to fuck you... twice a day, maybe thrice," he told her. "I'm not the youngest man, we both must agree."

She scoffed.

"I've seen you getting hard after 45 minutes, Daemon," she reminded him.

He smirked.

"Yes, my love, but I do need to feed you, don't I?" he teased her. "Can't have my little breeding whore hungry."

Rhaenyra giggled, taking off her skirt and then her bra just as he was pushing his pants down.

"Gotta give everything to my little wife," he strode to her, pulling her to the edge and turning her, so her ass would be up. "Gotta provide for my Queen."

Oh, he did.

Daemon was wonderful in all senses, the husband she'd longed for since forever.

She waited for him to push into her, to fill her up deeply, but he didn't. Instead, Daemon moved up and down on her folds, teasing her.

"Always looked so pretty, ñuha daria," he praised. "But those hips... those childbearing hips... gotta thank Harwin's efforts for them."

Her face burned. Daemon loved spots of her body she'd constantly been nervous about through her life. Her belly pouch, the fat of her hips, and the way her breasts had grown after breastfeeding three boys, never going back to how small they were before.

"Daemon!"

He pinched her ass, chuckling.

"Your little lover got you nice and plump for me," he hummed, teasing her entrance with his tip. "But I'm ready to make you grow big and round for me, my love."

At last, she felt him pushing into her, thick and hot, already deep in her cunt after a long push, and she moaned, sensitive from his touches.

Daemon stopped when he was buried all the way in, holding her hips as a soft groan left his lips.

"Can't wait to suck on those heavy tits again," he squeezed her hips. "Shouldn't have let you let them dry."

Rhaenyra whined. Daemon loved her tits, he was devastated when she had to start weaning Joffrey at 9 months, so he could stay with Laenor for weekends when her ex-husband came to Valyria, or they travelled to Westeros.

He used to suck on them every night, drying her when her baby wouldn't.

More than weaning Joffrey, she had had to wean Daemon too!

Her husband pulled back his hips, fucking her with little shallow thrusts.

"I'll fuck a baby into you every fucking year," he growled. "Give the boys and girls another five little siblings."

Her eyes widened.

"Five?" she gasped.

But her thoughts were interrupted by his hand moving between her legs, rubbing her clit already fast and hard.

Five kids?!

"We got some good nine years and a half," he reasoned. "Eight and a half, if you want to keep it to your 30s, of course. Some people have a problem with being pregnant at 40."

She barely processed his words. Fuck, he would breed her so much.

"Will keep you nice and bred," he groaned. "Always stuffed with cum."

Rhaenyra's face fell to her pillow, whining, and he stopped for a moment.

"Oh, baby," he cooed. "Too many words?"

Daemon adjusted her and himself pulling his cock all the way out, and then all the way in before she could even complain.

"My mistake," he moaned darkly. "I forgot how silly you get with a cock inside you. My brilliant businesswoman, just a leaky whore."

She moaned, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Yes, Daemon," she whined. "Please."

But his hand stopped rubbing her, and he slapped her clit, making her gasp loudly.

"Not my name, sweetheart," he growled. "I got two names for you, and none of them is Daemon."

She whined.

Rhaenyra wasn't quite sure of how other people's relationship worked in their family; if their ancestors tried to pretend they weren't brothers and sisters when they fucked, if it was something they were indifferent to, just a mere detail.

But Daemon loved rubbing it in, in a sense.

Listening to her whining his sweet little title-

"Kepus," she panted. "Uncle."

A distinction they made. Not daddy, no. Uncle.

"Sweet little niece," he slapped her clit again, very pleased. "Just mine."

Rhaenyra moaned, squeezing him in her cunt.

"Yours, uncle," she squeezed her pillow. "Just yours."

Rhaenyra didn't need much more, moaning as she let pleasure carry her, quivering as her uncle-husband fucked and rubbed her relentlessly.

She felt the hot thickness of his cum when he came inside her, the first time he did so in their life together.

Fuck, those condoms in their bathroom would be useless from then on, they would never touch them again.

She would never give up on feeling like that before, living to be his cum dump forever.

"Good little niece," he panted, burying himself all the way inside her and holding her hips. "Good little breeding hole for your husband."

She closed her eyes and let herself relax as Daemon moved her to her side, embracing her from behind and snuggling her close already, spreading kisses over her shoulder and the back of her neck.

"Sweet wife," he spoke softly, kissing her skin. "My sweet girl."

Rhaenyra whined a little, sensitive.

"Husband," she cuddled closer to him.

He kissed her cheek, brushing her hair back as his other hand came to her belly, caressing it.

"I mean it," he spoke softly. "Everything."

Rhaenyra smiled a bit.

"I know," she caressed his hand.

Daemon smiled into her skin.

"Five," he whispered.

She giggled.

"Queen Rhaenyra and her Uncle-Husband had a dozen," Rhaenyra reminded him. "We already have the advantage of five of them already."

Her husband laughed a bit behind her.

"So you want another seven of them?" he teased her. "Seven babies?!"

She shook her head.

"I want as many babies as we can realistically have," she told him. "Right now we can have one, or two if we are lucky. And once the baby is here and we adapt to them and see if we are handling everything right, giving all the kids the attention they need, if everyone is healthy... then we can think of having another."

Rhaenyra would never neglect her existing kids - biological and bonus - over the possible existence of another one.

"I like that," her husband kissed her skin.

She caressed his hand slowly, feeling the thick wedding ring on his finger. Daemon was cut different from most people. He was a little jaded, a little hardened... it was hard for him to be openly emotional. It was quite the difference from Laenor - her ex always had his heart on his sleeve, crying openly even at seeing Syrax' and her litter - or even her father. It was like he had always been an old soul, from the stories she heard of him.

But he was a loving man, in his way. Not much with words, but always with actions.

"You know the boys are still going to be my heirs, right?" she spoke softly. "Jace is still going inherit the seat, he's still going to be the head of our house when I retire."

The internal politics in the family had been the biggest reason Rhaenyra married Laenor. Aunt Rhaenys was the one who was supposed to be the head of their family and the family company - a Queen, of sorts, if they were still royalty - but back then her great-grandfather had chosen her father to replace him and everyone just listened to him.

Father had been always been very loud about wanting Rhaenyra to be the head of the family after him, and their times were much kinder to her gender, but marrying Laenor would mean they would share that position together once that time came, and Jace would be the union of their lines.

And nothing was going to change that.

"I know," he assured her, not sounding offended or upset.

In the past thought, he was quite uncomfortable with the idea of Rhaenyra leading them, about putting a woman as the head of the family in such a sensitive time. They'd barely been allowed back into Westeros. In fact, Rhaenyra was the first Targaryen to be born there since their banishment.

It was supposed to meant something.

And now, a decade and a half later, he - gasp - was eager to have children with her because he loved her!

With no ulterior motive!

From the moment she became head of the family business in Valyria, Daemon had taken the most domestic role in their family life, working from home, doing most of the domestic labour and being very happy with it!

Was that even still Daemon anymore?!

He laughed.

"You know what the youngest kids are for, right?" he teased her. "Especially with such a distance between ages."

Rhaenyra glanced at him. What?

"Do tell?"

"Pampering," he kissed down her neck. "Rhaenyra? Rhaenyra is the CEO, the future head of the family. She had two bachelor's degrees and a master's by the time she was 25, along with two healthy sons. Daeron... is doing his thing. His dream is to travel around the world, and have adventures."

Rhaenyra laughed. He was right, sadly. Being the heir was a heavyweight, and she hoped Jace had all the possibilities to prepare for it, not just intellectually but emotionally too - and found a safe place to land as she had.

"Oh, like Viserys?" she teased him. "Viserys is a politician, known for his years as a senator and highest approval rate of all Westeros."

Daemon chuckled, tickling her side.

"And Daemon!" she giggled. "Oh, he is a historian and a very present father."

He tickled her more, slipping from inside her as he kissed her all over her shoulders.

"What are you implying, little niece?" he teased her, sounding amused. "Hm, you want your husband to become a stiff politician?"

But she grabbed him, pulling him close, kissing his face and his lips until he stopped and watched her.

"He is the best cook of Valyria," she praised him. "A doting husband who keeps pampering his wife and their five children, giving them so much love they know they'll always have a safe home to come back to."

Daemon's gaze was soft and his smile gone as he watched her, but not in a bad way.

"Daemon's accomplishments can't be measured in approval ratings," she caressed his cheeks. "But if his wife and children are to be trusted, his numbers are very high."

He chuckled, a tiny glimpse of a smile showing to his face.

"His sons would probably rate him higher if they let them have chocolate at night," he noted. "Or ice cream."

She just chuckled.

"Good, because their mum doesn't want them to be addicted to sugar," she told him simply and gave his lips a peck. "We should rest, my love."

He kissed her back.

"Rest?" he raised his eyebrows.

Rhaenyra moved her nose over his.

"We should," she reminded him. "You promised me round two. Maybe three."

That seemed to turn his mood right up.

"That is," she teased him. "If you can keep up, kepus. You said it yourself, you are not the youngest of men."

Daemon squinted at her and slapped her ass and her thigh with his big hand.

"Give me forty minutes, and I'll show you who can't keep up, little minx."

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Two Weeks (11 Years) - Masterlist

Summary: When the kids to spend two weeks with Laenor, Rhaenyra and Daemon are truly alone for the first time in 11 years. They want a new baby. She's ovulating. It's the perfect timing. Warnings: Light angst. Fluff. Family fluff. Kids being cute. Playful seduction. Reference to another fic. Playful seduction. A little bit of prey/predator style play? Sorta. Oral sex. Orgasm control/denial. Teasing. Dirty talking. Possessive sex. "You're mine. I'm yours." Breeding kink. Mean sex. Praising kink. Degrading kink. Kepus kink. Ruined orgasm. D/s dynamics. Smut. Breeding kink. Age difference. Praising kink. A bit of breastfeeding kink. Dirty talking. Praising kink. Breeding kink. Aftercare. Cuddling. Lots of affection. Fluff.

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Two Weeks (11 years) - I

Summary: When the kids to spend two weeks with Laenor, Rhaenyra and Daemon are truly alone for the first time in 11 years. They want a new baby. She's ovulating. It's the perfect timing. Set in 2016 WC: 1.5k words Warnings: Light angst. Fluff. Family fluff. Kids being cute. Playful seduction. 

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"Alright, let's just go through it again," Daemon requested as Rhaenyra checked on Luke's backpack, looking for the video game he couldn't find.

The kids were going to Westeros.

All of them. Baela, Rhaena, Jace, Luke and Joff.

"Daemon, please," Laenor interrupted him. "Unless Rhaenyra did a full 180 with Joffrey, I've done everything you're doing now twice before."

She chuckled.

Her ex-husband had been spending the month with them to make the transition a little easier, and the boys couldn't be more excited to have their daddy around. Even Joffrey was all clingy with him, and maybe her current husband was a little jealous.

Daemon loved the boys very much, and was a bit too attached to little Joff considering he knew they had to share him with Laenor.

Convincing him that her toddler was ready to go spend some time with his father was a group effort.

"Found it," she picked up the blue thing. "I also packed your favourite gummies, and crayons and paper for you to paint, okay?"

"Okay," her sweet boy nodded.

Rhaenyra caressed his cheeks, smiling largely. Oh, she was going to miss them so much.

"Are you excited to have fun with daddy?" she asked, anyway. "I heard he has a surprise for you when you get there."

"Yes," Luke celebrated.

She kissed his cheek, and raised her eyes at the call of their flight. Time to board then.

"I want you to take all possible pictures, okay?" she petted his hair.

Joffrey, Laenor's boyfriend, watched them a little from afar, looking a bit anxious.

He was still a little nervous about everything, she knew it. Things were still new for the boys, he didn’t want to impose.

"Alright," she called them. "Time to say goodbye, everyone."

Jace ran to her, squeezing her tightly, and she kissed his cheeks and Daemon squeezed the twins before Rhaena came to her, hugging her tightly and giving her cheek a kiss.

"Bye, aunt Rhaenyra."

"Goodbye, sweetheart," she kissed her cheek.

Baela moved to her, a little bit unsure. She was taking a little bit to adapt to Rhaenyra, like Jace to Daemon.

"Do you want a hug, Baela?" she offered. "We can also have a high-five."

Baela looked at her and then at Daemon just as he actually high-fived Jace.

"I want a hug, but I don't want a kiss," she decided.

Rhaenyra just smiled.

"Whatever you want, Baela."

Her stepdaughter walked to her, and squeezed her in a shy hug before adjusting her backpack and going to her sister.

"Mama," Joff called, rushing to her in his little feet. "Come mama."

Oh, her heart squeezed so tiny in her chest.

"I'm not going, baby," she smiled. "It's daddy time, remember?"

Joffrey looked at Laenor and then at her.

"Why?" he asked, looking confused. "No. Come, mama."

She blinked a few stubborn tears away, trying to keep everything very positive.

"Because it's daddy time," Rhaenyra picked him up, kissing his cheek. "Remember? You can call mama on the phone, but you'll be with daddy."

"Nyra," Daemon sighed by her side. "Maybe he's too young to go."

She looked up at Laenor.

What if Joffrey missed her too much? He was barely past his 15th month of life.

"We need to give it a try," her ex-husband reminded her. "He needs to get used to spending time with me."

Rhaenyra breathed out.

"It's only two weeks," she reminded Daemon. "This is our test time for the end of the year."

The boys were all supposed to spend their school breaks with Laenor, it was their agreement.

Her husband scoffed, crossing his arms, but Joff reached for him.

"Kepa," he called. "Come, Kepa?"

He pressed his lips, closing his eyes for a moment before reaching for him petting his hair.

"It's daddy time," Daemon reminded him, a bit more stern. "And you're going to have so much fun with him. But we'll stay here while you go, okay?"

Her baby boy seemed to process it slowly.

"Daddy come?" he looked at Laenor.

Her ex-husband smiled at him, reassuring.

"Daddy, and Jace, and Luke," Daemon listed. "And Baela and Rhaena."

Joff looked at Rhaenyra again, and then at him, and her husband caressed his cheek.

"And you are going to be a big boy, right?" he asked. "And have lots of fun with daddy, grandpa and grandma."

Laenor walked to them, offering his arms so Joffrey could go to him, holding the folder with the kids' travelling documents in his hand.

"Goodbye, my little love," Rhaenyra spoke softly.

"Goodbye," Daemon waved.

Joff waved to them, looking a little boomed, but giggled when Jace and Rhaena - already waiting in line with Joffrey, distracted him with belly tickles.

She watched quietly as they left, waving to each kid that turned around to say goodbye, feeling Daemon squeezing her hand a bit tightly.

"You know, he has just as much experience as you do," she reminded him. "Laenor can do it. And his parents are going to be close too."

Daemon scoffed, not looking any happy, but followed her down to his car anyway, opening her door and stopping when a baby cry echoed through the garage.

"That's Joffrey, they followed us," he turned around. "They are not going anymore."

Rhaenyra raised her eyebrows.

What in the gods-

"It's not," she corrected him. "Joffrey doesn't sound like that."

He continued to look around, hyperaware, and relaxed, realising she was right.

"Dammit," he mumbled under his breath.

Rhaenyra shook her head.

Her poor husband.

And there she thought she was the one going to need comforting.

It was just two weeks, then the kids would be back. And they would call twice a day, they could do it.

“You know, this is the first time in 11 years we are truly alone.”

And that was enough to distract him.

"Oh, it is?" he teased her. "I hadn't noticed."

She chuckled.

"No Alicent or dad," she rested her head on her seat. "No kids or baby..."

He scowled a bit.

"Sadly, I think Joff barely classifies as a baby now," he sighed, sad. "We got a toddler in our hands."

She sighed, a bit sadly.

Rhaenyra had just turned thirty, and she already had not one, not two, but three growing children. Five with the girls.

Not even 31.

So many kids and yet...

"My love?" she called. "Can I ask you an honest question?"

Daemon glanced at her, focused on the road.

"Always."

"Do you think five kids is too much?" she asked. "Too many of them?"

Her husband chuckled, smirking.

"My love," he clicked his tongue. "There is no such a thing as too many kids."

She giggled.

"Such a small population in Valyria," she teased him. "We need to rebuild our empire."

New Valyria was such a young country, barely past its 150th birthday.

"Maybe if we have enough babies, dragons will be reborn again," Rhaenyra giggled more.

Daemon laughed.

"Is that what you want, my love?" he looked at her as they stopped at a traffic light. Rhaenyra bit her lower lip.

He would often tease her about old Queen Rhaenyra - the first woman to govern the Seven Kingdoms, who had kidnapped a septon on dragon back so he could marry her to her uncle - and her dozen children, princes and princesses, only one baby away from having as many kids as Good Queen Alysane - although Queen Rhaenyra's children all survived childhood and went on to continue their dynasty.

Daemon suggested they should be the same, but it never felt very real or past the joking point.

"Oh, yes," she giggled, feeling silly, like when she was a girl and he wasn't brave enough to take her. "I'd love a dragon."

He chuckled, resting a hand on her thigh, driving again.

It was how he called the kids. Little dragons.

"I can find you an egg," he hummed, pretending not to understand her. "We can try to nest it."

It was all teasing, she knew.

Dragon eggs still existed, but were completely turned into stone, and were all in museums, except for the big black one her father had as decoration in his study.

"And how would we?" she spread her legs a little. "They need a lot of heat."

He pushed his hand up slowly, caressing her skin as he did.

"I think we can find a way," he hummed. "I think we can get our room very warm."

She giggled more, and gasped when he simply pulled his hand from her thigh and pushed them into her shirt, putting it over her breast and pinching her nipple through the bra as he drove past their gates.

"Daemon!" she Rhaenyra gasped. "The security people!"

He scoffed, teasing her in circles.

"It's our home," he reminded her, driving faster, moving to the garage - already open.

She rolled her eyes, and he smirked.

"I could fuck you in from of them if I wanted to," he reminded her.

Her pussy had no right to get that wet.

Daemon stopped the car, taking off his seatbelt quicker than she could see, and she gasped when he grabbed her neck and pushed her against the seat and kissed her lips, hungry and passionate.

"Kepus," she whimpered when he pulled away.

His eyes opened, darkened and shocked, so surprised that his grip loosened, and Rhaenyra giggled, unbuckling her own seatbelt and slipping out of the car and running to the door of the garage, and her husband put his head out of the window.

"Oh, you wanna play this game?" he asked, shocked.

"Yes," Rhaenyra grinned. "I do."