The Conquest of the Dragon-Wolf Cap 8

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Sansa didn't know where exactly Daemon was taking her, but she simply decided to keep quiet and follow him. It also helped that he was leading her by the hand, fortunately this section of the castle was mostly deserted. So, they didn't have to make appearances and could act like a young couple in love and she quite liked that.

When they finally reached an old, dark door, Daemon turned to her and with a smile, said. “Here we are.” Turning, he opened the door with a slight effort, taking one of the torches that lit the hallway with his left hand as he held her hand with his right, leading her down the stairs.

Halfway down was when she finally decided to ask him.

“Where are you taking me Daemon?”

Not being able to see his face from her position, she only heard him say.

“You'll know once you see it, I'm sure you'll like it.”

Not needing to hear more, Sansa decided to trust him and continue walking in silence. Wherever they were going, it was surely very deep, it seemed like they had gone down hundreds of steps, but they finally reached the ground once again after a few minutes. Sansa was surprised to see some lit torches illuminating their path, she also noticed the change in temperature, it felt much warmer here, as they kept moving forward, she heard Daemon say to her.

“I'm really surprised you never came here. I thought your mother would have brought you to this place.”

“No, she didn't.” She told him before asking. “And where is here exactly?”

“I'm sure you know the history of Winterfell, and the reason why Brandon ‘The Builder’ decided to build his castle exactly where we're standing, right?”

“Of course.” Sansa declared proudly, unlike her younger sister, she always paid attention to her lessons. Although, the history lessons always felt boring to her, she listened and learned anyway. “Brandon built the castle right here because of the hundreds of subterranean hot springs, he built the castle in such a way so that the heat from the waters can rise up the walls and keep its inhabitants warm even in the most brutal winters.”

“That's right.” Daemon told her, stopping and turning to her so he could pull her into his arms and congratulate her with a small kiss before saying. “Always the perfect girl, aren't you?”

With a slight blush, Sansa answers him.

“I always pay attention to my lessons.”

Smiling at her, he goes on to say.

“Now, if you paid attention to your surroundings, you would know where we are by now.”

Hearing him say that, Sansa began to examine her surroundings and quickly realizing the place he had brought her to, she said sounding surprised.

“But I thought the hot springs were so deep that they were completely inaccessible.”

“That's where you're wrong. Although, most of them are completely inaccessible, there are some that we can get to and enjoy.” Daemon told her, giving her a final peck on the lips before releasing her and heading for the massive double doors that stood in front of them, pushing them open. Daemon revealed what was hidden inside, Sansa entered the room with an expression of wonder and surprise on her face, inside was a huge pool of completely crystal-clear water from which smoke was emanating signaling how hot the water was.

“It's beautiful, Daemon. I can't believe I haven't come here before.”

“The water feels so much better than it looks.” Daemon told her before he quickly began to undress, starting by removing his gambeson and shirt, but stopped when Sansa spoke again, she looked rather nervous as she fiddled with one of the strings of her dress while keeping her gaze down.

“You want me to go in the water?”

Stepping closer to her, he raised her gaze to him and speaking to her in a calm and reassuring tone he said.

“We're just going for a swim, Sansa, I won't force you to do anything or take advantage of you. Besides, I know you haven't blossomed into a grown woman yet. So, I promise we won't do anything we shouldn't do yet.”

But despite his words, Sansa still looked unsure. So, caressing her cheek affectionately, he asked her.

“Don't you trust me, Sansa? Don't you trust the word of your future husband?”

“Of course I trust you.” She hastened to say. “It's just..., I've never been naked in front of a man.”

Amusedly, Daemon points out.

“If we're going to get married, we're going to be spending a lot of time naked, Sansa.”

“I suppose you're right.” She said, feeling a little silly.

Leaning over her, Daemon calmed her insecurities and nervousness with a tender kiss before telling her again.

“We're just going to have fun and enjoy the water, Sansa, but if you're really feeling too nervous, we can leave. Even if we've come all this way for nothing.”

“I don't want you to hate me for ruining your surprise.”

“You wouldn't ruin anything, Sansa. And I could never hate you.” Daemon told her calmly. “But I just thought you'd be able to handle a little fun. You know, be as adventurous and daring as Arya.”

This time, Sansa's expression changed to one of indignation and anger at being compared to Arya of all people, trying to defend herself, she said annoyingly.

"I can be fun and daring. Arya is not fun; she just acts like a little boy and not a Lady.”

“Maybe, but she's never been afraid to try anything I suggest. Now that I remember, you know how everyone says she's quite like my mother. And you know it was exactly my mother's wild and rebellious attitude that ended up attracting the Targaryen prince's eyes, sometimes I'm curious how Arya will end up growing up. Even if she's not the most graceful child now, she still has plenty of range to grow and blossom into a beautiful young Lady."

Frightened at the thought of being replaced, by Arya of all people, but realizing Daemon was right about something. The wolf blood in her aunt Lyanna was what ended up attracting Prince Rhaegar.

Dragons liked she-wolves, not shy Tully Ladies.

As Daemon was starting to leave while he was putting his clothes back on, Sansa called out effusively, stopping him in place.

“I will.”

“Huh?” Daemon asked as he turned to her.

“I'll do it, I'll get in the water with you.”

Flashing her a proud and happy smile, Daemon walked over to her and kissed her on the forehead before telling her. “I knew you wouldn't let me down. Now, come on, we should get inside before the water gets cold.” He finished saying with an amused smile.

Sansa froze in place as she watched him finish removing the rest of his clothes, from his heavy boots to untying the drawstrings of his pants before finally taking them off, standing completely naked before her eyes. Just as she had never shown herself naked to any man, Sansa had never seen any man naked either, but she was sure of one thing just by looking at Daemon. He was definitely not like the rest of the men, Sansa's eyes roamed his body from his long black curls, a sharp face with a sharp jaw and high cheekbones all the way down to his muscular chest, his marked abs and then down to the impressive length that hung between his legs.

Daemon watched with amusement at the stunned expression on Sansa's face, walking past her before finally entering the water, the pool was deep enough to cover him to a little above his navel, turning to her he said.

“Come on, Sansa. Your turn.”

Still feeling very nervous, but this time determined, Sansa began to unfasten her dress, which now due to the temperature of the room felt like it was boiling her. Daemon watched with great enthusiasm the spectacle before his eyes.

Reaching for the laces of her dress and untying them, Sansa finished removing it from her shoulders, letting her thick dress fall around her feet. Showing her pale, feminine figure to a man's eyes for the first time. Although Sansa was not yet technically a woman, she certainly already had the body of one, her breasts although nowhere near as large as her mother's, were of a decent size, quite perky and decorated with pretty light pink nipples. He looked down her body past her flat stomach, slim and slender waist which only further emphasized her wide hips and long graceful legs.

No doubt Tully women were women built to be bred. He really couldn't wait to be able to fuck her and feel those smooth, toned legs around him, feel that virginal pussy desperately trying to milk his cock, eager for his seed. Blood began to pump directly to his cock at the thought.

Pitifully, she still wasn't completely naked as her womanhood was still covered by her small clothes and after feeling his intense gaze on her, Sansa protectively covered her breasts and crossed her legs, but he would have none of it and told her in a firm, commanding voice.

“Don't cover yourself.”

Sansa didn't dare disobey him. So, he went on to say.

“You have to take off all your clothes or you won't be able to get in, Sansa.”

With a full flushed face and a conflicted expression, Sansa reached for the waistband of her small clothes and began to slide them down her long legs before setting them aside and finally exposing her rosy womanhood before his eyes. Gesturing with his hand, he motioned for her to come closer to him, Sansa obeyed and began to walk slowly towards him, stepping into the warm waters, submerging herself in them until they covered her to just below her breasts.

Sansa still seemed nervous about being naked for the first time in front of him, but he knew how to easily calm all her fears and make her forget her worries. Grabbing her around the waist with one arm, he pulled her close to him, pressing her soft breasts against his strong torso before leaning down and capturing her lips in a deep kiss. Sansa inhaled sharply through her nose and remained perfectly still beneath him for a moment. But it didn't take long for her to kiss him back and her lips to move against his.

They broke apart as Sansa felt his rock-hard cock press against her stomach, watching it with fascination, Sansa reached out and tentatively wrapped her hand around his length with a light touch. Daemon moaned as she gently stroked his swollen length.

“It's so big and hard.” Sansa said with an amazed tone.

Daemon stood still, giving her time to experiment with him. Gradually, the redhead grew more confident, gripping him more firmly and moving her hand faster and faster, but he wanted this to be about her. So, holding her by the wrists, he moved her hands away from his cock before lifting her by the thighs and carrying her to the edge of the pool and sitting her on the warm rocks.

Daemon licked his lips as his eyes fixed on her tight, wet slit, watching her. He saw the mix of emotions in Sansa's blue eyes, from nerves and excitement as his lips left a trail of fiery kisses from her inner thigh to her hot core, which caused her to let out a soft gasp.

With a loud gasp, she wiggled her hips, watching him in fascination as he kissed her womanhood. When he licked his lips again, he could taste her arousal, causing his cock to become even more painfully hard. Spreading his tongue, he pushed it against her glistening lips, eliciting a long moan from the Tully beauty above him. As he continued to lick and tease her lips, Sansa wrapped her long legs around his head and ran her fingers through his curls. Listening to the soft, erotic moans and gasps Sansa let out on top of him only increased his desire to devour her completely, he would be the only man to taste her sweet nectar. And when he circled his tongue around the little nub at the top of her slit, he got his biggest reaction yet.

“Oh, Gods, Daemon!” she moaned, clenching her hands almost painfully in her hair.

Concentrating on her clit, he quickly made her gasp, moan and twitch wildly in pleasure. Wrapping his lips around the nub, he sucked hard pressing his tongue against it and moving it in an ever-changing pattern. Suddenly, her legs clenched his head and her hands clenched even more painfully in his hair as she pushed him forward hard, her nose tilted upward as she pressed against his pubic bone. Sansa jerked around as her arousal seeped down her chin and a series of cute, high-pitched grunts erupted from her lips. After a few long, uncomfortable moments, she finally relaxed around him, collapsing pantingly on top of him. Daemon held her in his arms, carrying her with him and sitting her on his lap, letting his caresses and the warmth of the water soothe her from what he was sure was her first orgasm.

“What was that?” Sansa finally asked him when she regained her voice, still shaking and catching her breath.

“That was an orgasm, it usually happens when your partner makes you feel really good.” Daemon explained amusedly.

"Septa Mordane never talked to me about that, she said pleasure had no place in the act of making children." Sansa said, which made him let out a loud snort before telling her.

“And will you listen to your Septa over your future husband?” Daemon asked, raising an expectant eyebrow at her response.

To which Sansa quickly shook her head.

“Did you enjoy the orgasm I made you experience? Did you enjoy feeling my tongue worshipping your pussy?” Daemon whispered deeply as his hand teasingly caressed her inner thigh, but without touching her sensitive pussy.

Sansa, her face completely red, nodded softly.

Flashing her an assuring smile and giving her an affectionate kiss on the forehead, he said.

"Then there's nothing wrong with what we did, fuck anyone who says otherwise. Because when we get married, I'll make sure to give you as many orgasms as you want.” Daemon declared confidently and proudly.

“I don't think I could survive more than one orgasm.” Sansa said exaggeratedly. To which Daemon laughed amusedly before telling her.

“Believe me you'll be begging me for it, but I think one is enough for now.”

Sansa noticed his manhood pushing against her bottom, still fully erect. She wondered if it was painful, it certainly looked painful. Steeling herself, she asked him.

“Do you want me to help you with that?” She said, looking sideways at his penis.

Giving her another kiss, Daemon told her.

“Don't worry about it.”

Daemon knew that if he started now, he wouldn't be able to contain himself and would end up going all the way with her and he didn't want that. Besides, it didn't matter, as soon as they left this place, he would seek out Lady Stark so she could take care of the erection her daughter had caused. After all, a mother must take responsibility for her children's actions.

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Cersei let out an inward sigh of relief at finally being able to stretch her legs and breathe some fresh air, it was not at all pleasant to have to be cooped up inside her carriage for hours of long, exhausted travel. And it didn't help that once she was free, she had to endure hearing and seeing her husband. Fortunately, as Queen she had the privilege and power to have a tent pitched just for her to relax and eat in peace and quiet, only in the company of her children Tommen and Myrcella.

Although, having to put up with her husband was not the only thing that bothered her. In fact, right now he was the least of her burdens, she was actually more than annoyed by this whole trip, not only the journey was tiring and overwhelming. But knowing where they were going made it much worse, there was probably no country that Cersei detested more than the North, especially the people who lived there.

This whole damn trip was not only happening because her husband wanted to give the keys of the Kingdom to his good old friend, Ned Stark. Cersei was sure that if Ned wore a dress, Robert would probably push her aside and take his honorable and foolish friend as his wife, but if that wasn't enough, Eddard Stark was not the Stark she most detested. After all, she would meet Lyanna Stark there, too. Though, if she was honest, a part of her wished she could have a word with the bitch of the North, Cersei was curious to see for herself if the rumors she'd heard were true.

The girl was said to have regained her spirit once she returned to her homeland. Her grim and horrid people loved her of course, and hated the memory of the Targaryen’s, especially Rhaegar Targaryen for the alleged 'crimes' he had committed against their Lady. For her part, she always believed that all those stories were pure rubbish, she doubted that the silver prince had really done all those things they accused him of. Though it had always bothered her that Rhaegar had chosen Lyanna over her, it was not only enough that he had refused to marry her, but instead started a war by deciding to run off with Lyanna Stark.

The man Cersei had always wanted to marry died for choosing Lyanna and the man she ended up marrying called her Lyanna on their wedding night. And despite the years that had passed, Cersei knew that he had not stopped thinking of her. Cersei was the Queen, she wore the crown and carried the power, but she always felt she had lost to Lyanna Stark. And that hadn't stopped bothering her all these years.

And it didn't help that she hadn't been able to get any release during this whole journey. For a strange reason Jaime had started acting off, the fool always cared too much about what people thought of him, no matter how many times Father or she reminded him, 'That a lion should not be bothered with the opinion of the sheep'. Jaime never seemed to learn, and because he cared so much about the opinion of the small folk, reuniting with his hero and former mentor, Ser Arthur Dayne, had him acting like a green boy all over again. All the feelings of guilt and dishonor resurfaced in his mind again and that prevented him from being able to sleep with her.

His fool of a brother thought that somehow Arthur Dayne would know of their secret and judge him for it. Cersei couldn't believe how he could really care about the opinion of an exiled Knight who chose to be her sister's bastard's nursemaid over continuing to serve as a member of the Kings guard. No doubt Jaime had earned the title of stupidest Lannister, and worst of all, that only she would be the one affected.

With a sigh, she resigned herself to the idea that she would have to endure the rest of the journey like this. If she had known she would have at least brought Lancel. Well, maybe she should find a new boy toy on this trip, and Jaime couldn't blame her, it was his fault for not satisfying her desires after all. She wondered if in all that horrible, dreary, frozen country there would be a man worthy enough to at least kiss her feet. She certainly doubted it very much.

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Daemon rode with Robb, Theon and Brandon, Lord Stark had received news that they had captured a deserter of the Night's Watch and as Lord of these lands, it was his duty to pass the sentence and execute him for having abandoned his duties. Taking advantage of the occasion he had also decided to bring Brandon with them, the boy was already ten years old. So, Daemon was fine with him attending this kind of events.

Can't be a child forever, especially in the North.

When they finally arrived at their destination, there awaited them a small contingent and the poor bastard they had captured, he didn't look any older than him or Robb, he also looked like he was terrified to death, as if he had seen the White Walkers, nor did he seem to be able to stop muttering to himself. They all dismounted from their horses and as he and Robb took Brandon to a suitable place so he could witness the execution, Theon followed Lord Stark as he carried the ancestral Valyrian sword of House Stark, 'Ice'.

Daemon was surprised that the lad did not beg for his life, as frightened as he seemed to be, he was almost certain he would, but instead he simply apologized and asked that his family be written to. There were also slight murmurs and a derisive snort from Theon when the member from the Watch mentioned seeing the walkers, obviously everyone took it as the talk of a madman, but Daemon would not be as quick to dismiss his words as everyone else.

Those being the man's last words, Lord Stark took the sword before he began to speak the words. Before he finished, Daemon said to Brandon.

“Don't look away, your father will know if you do.”

The little Stark nodded and tried to keep his gaze forward, everyone watched as Lord Stark finally finished saying the appropriate speech before the execution and raising the large sword, he brought it down with great force, making a clean cut, separating the head from the body. Noticing that Brandon had managed to hold his gaze, Daemon gave him a light squeeze on the shoulder before returning to their horses.

On their way back to the castle they were met with a strong stench of death and a very strange sight, a huge stag lay dead on the road, the creature had been savagely attacked and appeared to be half gutted, they all dismounted from their horses to analyze the corpse.

“Mountain lion?” Theon asked dumbly, but Ned reminded him.

“There are no mountain lions around this area.”

The group breaks off to try to search for traces of the creature that had done this, and it didn't take long to do so. For only a few yards away, hidden in the trees Daemon found the animal responsible for the attack, it was a huge female Direwolf, dead as well, a huge piece of antler stuck in its throat. Apparently both creatures had managed to kill each other, but what surprised Daemon was that the animal did not seem to be alone, he counted six pups next to the corpse of their mother.

When the rest of the group came over to see his discovery, Theon was the first to speak again, only to say stupidly.

“It's a freak.”

But this time, it was Daemon who corrected him by saying.

“It's a Direwolf, you idiot.”

Theon looked at him angrily, but did not answer him, only deigning to say.

“There haven't been Direwolve’s south of the wall for over two hundred years.”

“Well, now there are six.” Daemon said.

Sure enough, Bran was the first to step forward and take one of the pups in his arms, petting it affectionately, probably already thinking of a name in his head. Robb and he shared a smile as they watched him, following his example, Robb also took one and he did the same, but he quickly handed it to Brandon.

“Here you go.”

The little Stark struggled to carry two puppies in his arms, creating an amusing scene, but turning to him, he asked with concern.

"What will happen to them? Their mother is dead.”

“They don't belong here.” This time it was Ser Rodrik who spoke.

“A merciful death then, they will not survive without their mother.” Lord Stark declared, creating mixed emotions in the group.

Theon without waiting to hear more, unsheathed his dagger and demanded one of the pups from Brandon, but Robb stepped between them and said disgustedly to the Squid.

“Put away your blade.”

To which the arrogant Greyjoy replied defiantly.

“I take orders from your father, not you.”

“Father, please!” Bran, pleaded to his father.

“I'm sorry, Bran.” Ned told him heavily, not needing to say more, he started to ride off back to the horses, but stopped abruptly when Daemon spoke to him.

"Lord Stark, the Direwolf is the sigil of your House, it would not bode well if you decided to kill them. Besides, there are six pups, one for each of the Stark children and one for your sister. I'm sure she would love to have one and will not be at all happy when she finds out you decided to kill them instead of taking them in."

Everyone turned to the Lord of Winterfell to see what his decision would be. After a few seconds, he let out a defeated sigh, but not before telling them.

“You will train them yourselves; you will feed them yourselves, and if they die, you will bury them yourselves.”

Bran smiled happily, and looked at him gratefully, Daemon simply nodded at him before they began to take the rest of the pups and take them with them. But before they left, Daemon heard a faint whimper in the distance, going to the source of the sound, Robb asked him as he walked away.

“What's that about?”

But without stopping, Daemon followed the sound until he found one last cub, this one seemed to have distanced himself from the rest and was also very different from the rest of his siblings. The color of its fur was so white that it could easily camouflage itself with the snow and unlike the rest, this one had its eyes wide open and didn't seem to produce any sound, holding it by the scruff of the neck, Daemon was able to stare into his eyes, a pair of blood red orbs stared back at him. Becoming fascinated with the animal and almost instantly feeling a strong connection with him, Daemon declared with a smile.

“This one is mine.”

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Next chapter we will see the arrival of the Royal family to Winterfell, which will have many reunions and new interesting interactions. The next update will be one of my exclusives. So, until then.