[ Months are gone in an instant and they're back in the pleasure house, bodies twisting around them while Daemon's lips found hers. She folds to the kiss once again, lets him take hold of her because she feels small in his hands, trapped and cherished all at once.
No one else can impose their will on her but Daemon takes the way others ask. She sinks to her knees, shrinking before him while clinging fiercely to to his neck, grasping at muscle hard from war. Scar tissues she hadn't known was there. He pulls an encouraging sound from her with his tongue and Rhaenyra nips at him, daring him. ]
(cw: rape culture thinking/adjacent stuff)
No one else can impose their will on her but Daemon takes the way others ask. She sinks to her knees, shrinking before him while clinging fiercely to to his neck, grasping at muscle hard from war. Scar tissues she hadn't known was there. He pulls an encouraging sound from her with his tongue and Rhaenyra nips at him, daring him. ]