The Duke's greed
"I just need to know if we will be compatible in the marriage duties" - he says while lifting the long skirt she is wearing. Due to the petticoats and all the tangle of fabric she is wearing it is not possible to feel his cock grinding in her ass, but she knows it is there. And may the gods forgive her, but she would like to feel it naked.
A sin, Rhaenyra knows. Her husband had died exactly six months ago and here she was, like a mercenary libertine negotiating her second marriage. People would talk, she reasons as his fingers work eagerly between her legs. But she's just a debt-ridden widow with three children to raise, and Daemon was her best bet. Widowed, and a little older than she'd like, but rich enough to pay off the debts she'd acquired after her husband's death.
She bites her lip as he presses himself harder against her back. His robes are now at her waist and she can feel him grinding his hard cock into her ass. His hand is now too close to her pussy and Rhaenyra grabs the male wrist in a failed attempt to make him stop.
" That's not necessary. -His voice comes out with a pathetic groan and she feels him grin before he bites her earlobe.¬-Oh..." - she groans loudly, digging her nails into the skin of his wrist.
"I'd rather my future wife liked my touch." he whispers in her ear. - he whispers in her ear.
Rhaenyra whimpers at his words, her brain fuzzy as he plays with his fingers on her vulva. The sounds his fingers make as they play with her pussy sound loud in her ears.
"Are you going to cum for me, princess?" He asks and trails kisses down towards her neck.
"I-I... no, stop..." - she wants to beg him to stop and not embarrass her, but it's impossible to formulate a coherent sentence as he makes her feel like butter in his hand. It's inevitable not to moan when he massages her clit.
Without realizing it Rhaenyra throws her head back, resting it on one of his shoulders, thus giving him more access to the column of her throat.
"Who knew such a serious woman would be so warm and soft in my fingers?"
Daemon smiles, and with his other unoccupied hand he pushes one of her thighs apart, spreading her legs wider. He pushes two fingers deep into her. Curving them in search of a spot that will make her cry out.
Rhaenyra rests both hands on his desk. Her fingers pale from the strength with which she clings to the table. She groans. All shame and decorum forgotten as he reaches that sweet spot in her gut.
"I can't wait to fuck you with my cock. Daemon speaks. ¬- "To feel your pussy squeeze my cock the way it's squeezing my fingers."
Daemon increases his pace, his thumb circling her clit and she lets out another moan, her hips squirming, the feel of his cock in her ass driving her wild with desire, but Daemon won't give her that until he gets what he wants. And he wants her to cum in his hand.
Rhaenyra closes her eyes tightly, focusing on the pleasure he's giving her, feeling the tension in her belly grow. Daemon's dirty murmurs of encouragement whispered in her ear heighten everything. And then it's like a blinding light, her legs shake and the tension explodes. She lets out a low moan.
"That's it, princess, my future wife. Just like that." - He murmurs. She feels something wet run down her thighs and Daemon buries his face in the nape of her neck, biting, moaning against her skin. His fingers do not stop their movements, thus prolonging her orgasm.
It is not long later when her mind, still dulled by the remnants of her orgasm, begins to clear. Rhaenyra pulls away from him. She does not look him in the eye as she pulls down her skirts trying to maintain an appearance of modesty.
She hears him smile and his voice is mocking when he says, "You look great." She lifts her head ready to answer him in full, but loses her words when she sees him bring his moist fingers to his mouth. Fingers that were buried deep inside her pussy.
"Sweet... -He murmurs, looking her in the eye. ¬ "I can't wait to have dinner with you tonight."
"Sure. -Daemon agrees without taking his eyes off her. ¬- We'll see you later.