The Conquest of the Dragon-Wolf Cap 7

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Daenerys blinked delicately with her long eyelashes, slowly beginning to open her eyes and begin to register all the sensations that surrounded her. From the warm, summery Essosi weather, to the soft silk of the sheets that covered her and embraced her naked, feminine figure. But without a doubt, the sensation that stood out the most for her was the hard, warm body that was embracing her from behind. Whenever she felt that sensation, Daenerys feared it was Viserys. Who in a burst of madness and impudence, had sneaked into her chambers so that he could finally claim his 'right' over her and take her, even if it was against her will.

But fortunately for her, Illyrio had taken precautions against that, not because he might care about her welfare, but to safeguard her priceless virginity. As a princess of House Targaryen, it was too precious for her brother to waste it in a night of debauchery and selfishness. So, to foresee that, her host had placed Unsullied guards to protect her door from any intruder, including Viserys.  

Therefore, this indicated that the presence embracing her from behind was not her brother, but someone else. Someone with whom she had been dreaming more and more often and she was glad that he was here again. She was especially thrilled to hear his deep, strangely accented voice speak to her.

“Did you sleep well, my little dragon?”

Daenerys not only reacted to his masculine, imposing voice, but also to his touch, as the man rubbed his large, calloused hand over her waist. But at this point, Daenerys knew his actions had a purpose, it was to prevent her from turning and catching a quick, unexpected glimpse of his face. For despite his countless visits, Daenerys had not been able to observe his true appearance and whenever she tried, the dream would end and she would have to wake up. A shifting shadow, that was all she could see every time she dared to glance, but in spite of that, Daenerys was sure that he was a young, strong and handsome man.

So, keeping her gaze straight ahead, the young princess said to him.

“I do it every time I dream of you.”

Hearing that, her shadow lover growled satisfyingly in her ear, at the same time beginning to lower his hand until he took a good handful of her perky, round ass and gave it a possessive, rough squeeze. Eliciting a sensual moan from her, even though she knew very well that this was nothing more than a dream, his touch and words always felt so real to her. So much so that sometimes she thought that this time he was really at her side and would not disappear, but she always ended up being disappointed. At some point the beautiful dream would end and she would really have to open her eyes, all the illusion would end and he would disappear once again, taking her happiness and dreams along with him.

“Well said, my little dragon. I love it when you are so good to me, just for me, don't you?”

Letting out a shaky sigh, Daenerys answered him.

“Of course, no one could have me like this, no one but you. And you know that very well.”

The young princess knew that the man behind her had a satisfied smile on his face upon hearing that answer and his words proved it.

“Of course I know, I just enjoy it when you say it.”

After that, he didn't continue with any more questions or light chatter, he almost never did, instead he enjoyed having his way with her body. Exploring and teasing every sensitive corner of her, taking her to the edge, but never giving her the satisfaction she needed. That's why every time Daenerys awoke from one of their encounters, she had to soothe her arousal with her own fingers, but pitifully these were much smaller and thinner than those of her mystery lover.

She had fantasized countless times what it would be like to actually have him by her side, to actually be able to feel his thick, long fingers on her femininity, his lips on her skin, the burn that his thick beard would leave on her, and most of all, his manhood inside her. Although, she could not take a look at his face, she could do it with the rest of his body, besides she could feel it rubbing against her thighs and buttocks. His cock was huge and thick, intimidating enough that she hadn't dared so far to even take it in her hands, but she had certainly fantasized what it would feel like to have it inside her.

To be able to experience the sensation of being stretched to the limit, to be able to feel the tip of his length slam against the entrance of her womb until it released all of its hot, virile seed until it filled her center with every intention of leaving her with child. She had dreamed countless times that her lover might actually be real and that at some point he would come to her rescue, he would easily overcome the guards who guarded her and take her in the middle of the night so that together they could escape and live a quiet life in Braavos, as she had always dreamed. They would live together in a house with a red door and together they would plant a lime tree outside, but as beautiful as those fantasies were, they died as quickly as they were born. Daenerys knew that all that was impossible, she was doomed to live under the will of her older brother, he would use her in the best way he saw fit. Whether as a Queen or as a piece to use and get the throne he so desired, her dreams or desires did not matter.

Being able to notice her abrupt change in mood, the man next to her asked.

“What's the matter little dragon? What's bothering you?”

Holding back tears and struggling to speak clearly, Daenerys spoke aloud to him the words she was so afraid to utter.

“You are not real, you are not here. Once I truly open my eyes, you will disappear as you always do.”

Taking her by the shoulder, her shadow lover finally made them change positions. He pressed her against the mattress as he towered over her, resting his weight on his strong arms. But as always, despite having his face so close to hers, Daenerys could not really see him, his face always a shifting shadow. Resting his weight on one hand, he used his other hand to gently and softly caress her cheek. Daenerys could feel his warm touch very clearly, even though she tried hard to remind herself that it was only a sweet dream and nothing more.

“I am as real as you are, little dragon.”

“If that's true, then why aren't you really here...with me?” she asked, taking his hand in hers. She really wished she could pick up a trace of him, but she couldn't see anything through the haze.

"Because right now I'm somewhere else, more exactly at the other edge of the world from where you are. In a land very different from this one, but don't doubt for a second that I don't think of you, that I don't wish to be by your side.”

“What's stopping you from coming to me?” Daenerys asked him, her voice pleading and desperate. She really wished he was here, at the same time she also hated the fact that something was more important to him than her.

“It's not the right time yet, I have a lot of things still to sort out where I am before I allow myself to leave Westeros and go for you. But I promise you that once you're by my side, I won't lose you again. You just have to hold on a little longer, my little dragon.”

“I would, I would wait eternity for you, but it's not my decision.” Daenerys told him disconsolately.

“What do you mean?” He asked her, for the first time showing emotion other than control and calm.

“The man who hosts my brother and me has put ideas into Viserys' head. About a plan to marry me to a powerful man, one who in exchange for getting a Queen, would give my brother an army, one powerful enough to invade Westeros.” Daenerys explained everything she had been able to hear that time she had overheard them conversing. “They plan to use me as a bargaining chip, I don't want to be anyone else's Queen or wife, but I have no choice but to obey or I would risk facing the wrath of Viserys.”

“I won't let that happen, little dragon.” Jon said, using his hand to lift her gaze to his, so that she could peer through the shadows and make out his dark indigo eyes, much like her violet ones. "I would never give you to anyone else, you are worth more than any treasure or army that any Lord or King could offer. You are the last Targaryen female, you carry the future of our House, your brother is a fool not to be able to see that."

Of all he had told her, Daenerys was most interested in only one part and dared to ask him hopefully.

“Our House?”

“I'll tell you all about it when we meet, my little dragon. I promise, you only have to wait, I will come for you.”

He promised her and Daenerys only nodded, slowly she watched as he approached her and sure enough, she responded with the same enthusiasm. But when their lips were just an inch away from touching, Daenerys was abruptly snatched from her sweet slumber when she heard someone else speak to her. This time, it was a female voice, opening her eyes this time to the real world. Daenerys could make out her maidservants who were lightly shaking her arm, waking her up as they indicated that she should prepare for her day. Letting out a disconsolate sigh, Daenerys nodded before getting up and getting out of bed, walking to her bath which was at a very high temperature as she had always preferred, it was just what she needed to be able to have the strength to face her reality.

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Daemon was on a short walk through the godswood with his cousin, Sansa. Since they had started walking, she had started talking almost endlessly, but as much as his body was here, his mind was not. He was somewhere else or more specifically said, thinking of another woman.

He had dreamed about her again, it had not been the first time, but he could tell that each time the dreams had become more and more vivid. He was absolutely certain that if he closed his eyes and focused hard enough he could still feel the sensation of her warm, velvety skin under his fingers, he could remember her sweet scent and he could remember the intense heat of her center, calling him like a moth to the flames. To claim her, to make her his and she would definitely be his.

Daenerys... the last female Targaryen.

She was as important to him as Frostfire was, his dragon would give him his kingdom, but Daenerys would give him his heir, his rightful heir. While it was true that he planned to take many wives and mistresses, which would mean many children, he had to have a legitimate line of heirs or else everything he had built would fall into chaos once he was gone. And he had planned that that heir could only come from his aunt, she was the perfect candidate to be his first and main wife. Only she could give him a son of pure Valyrian blood, one worthy of riding Frostfire after his death.

But duty wasn't the only thing that attracted him to Daenerys. Jon could contemplate her in all her naked splendor. Being with her in his dreams was as much a blessing as it was torture. To be able to feel her, but not really touch her; to be able to smell her, but not taste her; and to be able to caress her, but not be able to fuck her as she truly deserved was a completely unforgivable crime.

But after their last meeting, he now had more problems to worry about. It seemed that the fool Viserys was planning to sell Daenerys in exchange for an army. Jon gritted his teeth and clenched his fists at the mere thought that his uncle really thought about doing something so stupid. Daenerys had spoken to him before about Viserys. Although she had mentioned that he could be cruel and harsh to her, she also mentioned that it was thanks to him that they had been able to survive all this time, he had taken care of her.

So he was still at a crossroads as to what to do with him, at first he planned to give him a castle like Summerhall and let him rule it on his behalf in exchange for keeping Daenerys safe. But if he really planned to sell his sister, that was a crime he couldn't overlook. Besides, that complicated things even more for him, Frosfire was still very young. In addition to still needing to increase his influence in the north, he had managed to bind Lady Stark to his will, but that would not be enough, he needed to formalize his marriage to Sansa.

Thinking of his cousin made him turn his face towards her and finally pay attention to her. Fortunately she seemed to be in her own little world, still talking casually and apparently still unaware that he had not been paying attention to her. 

“That's why I really appreciate you agreeing to take this little walk with me, Jon.” The picturesque redhead said to him, her cheeks slightly flushed, whether it was from the cold or his presence, he didn't know.

“Of course.” Daemon replied, making sure to put on his most charming smile. ”Only a fool would refuse to take a walk with the prettiest girl in Winterfell.”

At his words, Sansa's blush deepened, so much so that it rivalled the color of her hair. “It's just that I thought you wouldn't want us to share moments together. After the way I've behaved towards you all these years,” Sansa said, sounding truly sorry.

But Daemon cleverly dismissed her statements with a snort, saying to her.

"You were just a child, Sansa. It's not your fault. And if I'm honest, you only had that attitude towards me because you wanted to be like your mother.”

“Well, I'm glad you feel that way, but I want to apologize anyway, will you forgive me?“ she said with a pleading tone.

”Of course, although I don't think there's anything to forgive.” Daemon replied with a slight smile.

Coming to a complete stop, Sansa clasped her hands together at her back and said to him.

“Thank you, and as you mentioned, I was just a child then, but I'm not a child anymore. Even though I haven't blossomed yet, I will soon. And then I will be able to marry a suitable man and give him many children.”

“Any man would kill for the chance to marry you, dear sister,“ Daemon replied.

”And would you be one of those men, cousin?” Sansa asked shyly.

Daemon slowly approached her and took her by her pale face, running his thumb over her flushed cheek before saying.

“Of course I would be one of those men. You are not only the most beautiful girl in this castle, Sansa, but quite possibly in the North and all of Westeros. On top of that, you are the daughter of the Warden of the North, a Stark and a Tully. You are more than a perfect candidate to be my wife and a Queen.”

The young Stark's face lit up with excitement before she melted into an emotional embrace, but before she could get even more excited about the idea, Jon grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her back and taking her hand, leading her deeper into the forest so that there was no danger of them being heard before he warned her.

“But you must remember Sansa, I am a Targaryen and I do not plan to claim my right over the usurper, I plan to reconquer my Kingdom. And once I do, I plan to rebuild my House, and for that I will need more than one wife to achieve it. Do you really think you will be okay with that?”

The explosive happiness that Sansa had shown a few moments ago seemed to disappear almost immediately upon hearing his words, but contrary to what she thought would be her first reaction. His cousin surprised him when she said.

“My mother had already warned me about the possibility of you saying that to me. And after having thought about it very deeply, I believe that if that is the price for being the wife of a Targaryen conqueror, then I am willing to accept it gladly.” She approached him again and hugged him more deeply, ending her speech with a promise. “I will be the best wife you will ever have, the best mother to your children and a good sister-wife to the other women you choose."

Surprised by her positive attitude and words, Daemon returned the hug and Sansa let herself be carried away by the feeling of his strong arms holding her. She was already making up her mind that this would be the man with whom she would spend the rest of her life and the father of her children. She really wanted her children to inherit his features, Daemon had always been a handsome man, but Sansa could never accept him because of the stigma of bastard that was attached to him. As her mother always said, no matter how good-looking or skilled with a sword he was, none of that mattered, he could never aspire to or inherit anything and all because he was born a Snow.

She always thought that was very unfair, but back then she didn't dare to contradict her mother. After all, it was a waste for Daemon to look the way he did and have to live as a simple bastard. Now knowing that he was a prince and soon to be a king by right of conquest, Sansa rejoiced at the thought of her sons inheriting his indigo eyes, his tall bearing and his strong chin. On the other hand, if she had daughters, she hoped they would look like her, so that she could style their long red hair in the same way that her mother did for her.

Sansa opened her eyes again when she felt Daemon's warm breath on hers. Looking up, she saw that Daemon was slowly bringing his face closer to hers. Her heart began to pound frantically in her chest, both with excitement and nerves. And this feeling gradually increased with every inch that Daemon's face got closer to hers, until finally, Sansa could feel his lips on hers.

This was her first kiss and she didn't know how to respond, so she was grateful when Daemon took charge and led the kiss and she simply let herself be carried away. Her dragon prince kissed her softly and affectionately, but that was enough to turn her to butter in his hands. The kiss didn't last long, but it was enough to make her feel butterflies in her stomach and she hugged him once more, but this time she had to hide her face in the hollow of his neck because she was so overcome with emotion and she was embarrassed that Daemon should see her like that. 

Seeing this, Daemon couldn't help but tease her, saying, “You know, dearest cousin, you are so sweet. I can't wait to taste every part of your body, and not just with my lips.”

At this, Sansa complained prettily, playfully punching him in the chest before responding.

"I am a lady, Daemon. You must be gentle and chivalrous with me.”

“I will be gentle until you ask me not to be.” Daemon replied playfully, prompting her to hit him again, but this time he easily captured her arm and, using it as leverage, drew her back into another kiss. This time, Sansa did not hesitate for long and began to return the kiss much more quickly. For several long seconds the kiss grew more and more passionate with Sansa wrapping her arms around his neck to hold him in place.

When he finally broke the kiss and pulled away, Sansa smiled brightly at him, her blue eyes swimming with happiness and this feeling increased even more when Daemon said to her.

“You know, I also had a reason for accepting this little walk with you. After all, I needed an excuse to give you a present. Would you like to see it?”

Sansa nodded excitedly and saw Daemon reach into one of his back pockets to take out something wrapped in a small fabric. Unwrapping it, Sansa could make out the gift that Daemon had prepared for her. It was a crown, but not a conventional one. It was made of the blue roses that only grew up here in the north. Holding the crown in his hands, Daemon said to her.

“I can't marry you and crown you my Queen yet, but I hope this will suffice for now.“

Lifting the crown, Daemon placed it on her head before explaining.

”It is very similar to the one my father crowned my mother as his Queen of Love and Beauty at the tournament at Harrenhal. So, that means you are my Queen of Love and Beauty, Sansa.”

Unable to contain his emotions, Sansa hugged him tightly before their lips were drawn back to each other. They kissed hard and passionately until the lack of oxygen forced them to separate. Without completely separating from her, Daemon ventured down her feminine figure with his hands, but the thick clothes she was wearing prevented him from enjoying her curves. So Jon made a bold invitation.

“Would you like to go somewhere else?”

“Where?” Sansa asked, although she was really willing to go anywhere he asked her to.

Giving her a promising smile, Jon took her by the hand and led her back to the castle.

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I'm not even going to make an excuse, I'm just going to say that I'm really sorry for the late and very short chapter. This is definitely not the way I wanted to start the year, it is not being a good month for me, but I will try to recover the rhythm and quality of my work. Without saying more the next update will be a commission, until then I'll see you all.