Forbidden Desires: A Targaryen Tale

Daemon felt cold, he was in a cold place again, he knew he was warging with the beast again, the animal kept walking through the hall? 

The prince couldn't know, it was dark with just a few candles to light up, the wolf turned the corner making Daemon frown, as he continued to walk, statues started to appear, left and right. Moments later he arrived at the end on the tunnel and was greeted with big statue of a man with a wolf by his side.

For the first time since he entered the wolf's mind, Daemon was able to control him, he turned his head to the side, the prince had a chilling feeling. When he was little, he read about his muña's home, and if he was right, then he was in the Crypts of Winterfell.

Why am I here?

Losing control again, the wolf started to walk, this time he kept going to a woman's statue, the wolf sat down looking straight at its face. For a moment the prince looked at the statue in confusion before realizing who it was, his heart ached, and he tried to touch the statue, but he knew he wasn't able to.

Why are you showing me this?  He asked the Direwolf, the beast just let out a small whine and started walking again. He kept walking till he saw a light, the wolf carefully made his way to the gate and stopped, Daemon stared at the flayed man on the banner that was displayed on the walls, the wolf growled showing his teeth.

I know that the Boltons have Winterfell. He told the wolf.

Kill. Daemon heard in his mind.

They will die in time. Daemon soothed the wolf.

Pack. Protect. He heard again and understood what the beast meant.

All the Starks are dead. He said, the wolf growled again.

This time Daemon didn't hear the voice again, this time he heard the voice of a girl, it was distant and faint. 

"Father, what about this one?" The girl asked.

"This one is weak, look how small he is, unfortunately he will probably die." A man said.

"That's horrible father." Her voice laced with sadness.

"I know, Sansa." The man's tone matched hers, and the name echoed on Daemon's head.

She's alive? Sansa? He asked.

Protect. Pack. Home.  He heard the wolf.

You want me to take Winterfell!? The prince realized after seconds.

Home.

Daemon sighed.  I can't, I have other plans, I would have to practically change the whole course of the war. 

Home. Home. Home.

Not now.

Home. Home. Home. The direwolf kept saying.

I said no, in time I will take Winterfell from them.

Pack. Pack. Pack.

"Daemon! Daemon!" His eyes opened wide, he breathed and saw Tyene looking down at him. "You have to find out what is happening, I can't keep it up with you waking me up all the time." 

Tyene grumped and laid beside him. "I… I think I did." He murmured.

"What is it then?" She asked covering herself with the thick blanket, they had arrived to Highgarden in the past couple of days and the chilling air from the morning was entering the chamber through the open balcony.

"It's strange, the Direwolf, it took me to the crypts… of Winterfell." Daemon said starring at ceiling. "I saw my mother's statue," His voice cracked, Ty moved and laid on his chest, hugging him. "And then he showed me a Bolton banner, and Sansa Stark is apparently alive."

"You're getting me more and more confused." She said.

He smiled softly. "He wants me to take Winterfell from the Boltons."

Ty looked up at him. "The wolf told you that?" She mocked. 

Dae tsked. "I know it's strange, but the voice in my head…" He exhaled tiredly.

"Daemon, I promised you long time ago that 'if' you start to turn mad like Aerys I would kill you, so if you continue with 'the voices in my head' you are going to meet your parents sooner than you expect." Tyene raised her brow.

Daemon smiled widely and laughed, his arms wrapping around his lover. "I'm not going mad, it was somehow the wolf's voice, his mind speaking to mine." 

"Hmm, good. I would hate to have to kill you." She stated cheekily. He chuckled, the funny thing was that Ty was literally one of the people who could kill him.

"Are you going to?" She continued.

"I don't know Ty, all my plans got wrong lately, the Tyrell army are more than half gone, Jaime Lannister took us by surprise with the attack…" He whispered.

"It happens, the Tyrell never was a good fighting army, you just put faith that they could hold the Lannisters, it's not your fault they suck." Ty said. 

"But regardless of the Tyrell, we have Jaime, you said that he was Cersei's lover for years, and father of her children, he means something for her."

His fingers passed on her hair. "Do you think I should take Winterfell? Change all our plans, go against my brother's order to take Casterly Rock?" 

The prince could feel her smirk on his chest. "It's the closest thing you have from your mother, she's buried there, it was her home, I think you should. Also, I miss a little reckless adventure, and I never went North neither." 

Daemon inhaled, making his decision. "North here we go, then." 

"There's a letter for you, Nym brought it before she left to check on the prisoners." Tyene murmured.

Daemon looked to the side and saw the paper on the nightstand, he stretched his arm and picked up and opened reading the content.

"What it says?" 

"It seems we are not the only one changing plans, Dany is not coming West, she's leading the Dothraki to the Crownlands, that Lannister cunt is raising an army there." Daemon tossed the letter away.

"Hmm, does it mean I have you all to myself for the next… months?" Tyene played.

Daemon hummed. "Yes…" He held her cheek and kissed her. He didn't like having his wife away, he preferred her to be at his side, but it was war, and things changed, and if he knows her well she probably take Daario with her, the sellsword is for Daenerys almost what Tyene is for him. So, he was sure she would be just fine.

The sand snake moved and got on top of him. "I like that." She went to kiss him but before she could he held her and rolled them over putting her under him. 

He leaned and kissed his paramour gently, her soft lips brushing against his slowly, the prince moved from her lips moments later, kissing her jaw and then neck. The Dornish sighed closing her eyes, her hands on his back and hair, the prince arrived at the pair of breasts he loved so much, he held one and took the rosy nipple in his mouth sucking and nibbling. 

The woman moaned forcing his mouth against her breast making him hum and suck harder, Dae bit her nipple softly and pulled earning a gasp from her. He grinned up at her and licked his fingers, he brushed on the tip of his hard cock and rubbed on her folds. Both moaned when his cock started to penetrate her, her wet walls wrapping around him like a glove, Tyene hooked her legs on his opening herself for him more.

"Ugh, gods…" She moaned when he buried himself to the hilt, he pulled all back then thrusted all in again.

"So beautiful Ty…" He murmured holding her face, his hips going back and forth steadily.

The woman smiled and held the back of his head bringing him to a kiss, she kissed him passionately till both were out of air. Daemon smiled weakly and bit her lip. "Harder." She gasped, one arm wrapping around his waist and her hand holding firmly on the back of his head. Dae held her hair and pulled to the side exposing her neck, the prince buried his face on the valley of her neck and kissed her skin.

Daemon thrusted into her faster making their skin clash and the smack echo. "I'm close…" 

He hummed shakily, Tyene's walls began to tighten around him a minute later. "So tight, cum all over my cock love." Daemon sucked her skin.

The sand snake whimpered and went stiff under him, her tight walls spasmed around him making him moan in pleasure, her peak just made the prince drive his cock into her harder, Tyene eyes closed and little gasps left her mouth as Daemon fucked her through her orgasm.

The pleasure of her peak began to lower a little after a minute, she held his head taking from her neck. "Aren't you cumming for me?" She pouted pressing their foreheads, he nodded frantically, his breath fast. "Then do it Dae… fill my pussy." Ty captured his lips.

Daemon shuddered and came, his cock throbbed and shot his spunk deep in his lover. "Fuck!" He gasped.

"Yes Dae, give me it all." She whispered feeling his seed being throw inside her. 

"Gods, I love you so much." He moaned pressing his lips of hers.

Tyene smiled and pecked his lips, watching as his face contorted in pleasure, he thrusted one last time and breathed tiredly. "I love you too." She giggled.

Daemon chuckled breathlessly and fell to the side. 

"You've never said you loved me while we had sex." She murmured.

Oops.

"Well, I do love you." He said unbothered.

"Wow, a prince having feelings for me, how lucky of me." She said cheekily. 

Daemon rolled his eyes, obviously he had romantic feelings for her and loved her, after Dany and Rhae, Tyene was the closest woman to him. "Hmmm, a lucky woman you are." 

She eyed him and rolled his eyes. "Arse." She slapped his chest.

The prince stretched and moaned. "We better get up," He sat. "I have to warn the men about the new plan." Daemon got up and walked to the door, he opened a little and ordered the unsullied to find a servant to fetch him and Tyene a bath.

"What are we going to do about the Lannister?" She asked, now out of the bed and wiping a cloth between her legs. 

"Dunno… I wanted to talk to him, see the type of person he is." Daemon walked till the balcony and saw Lyx flying above the river. 

"A shit one." She said. 

"I still want to know him." 

A knock interrupted them. "That was fast." Tyene was the closest to the door so she answered. She switched to high Valyrian. "You can put the buckets on that- oh shit." 

The prince frowned and looked at her, Ty was with her eyes wide staring at the person who definitely wasn't an Unsullied. "Your grace." Yara cleaned her throat, her brows raised.

"Oh shit." He repeated, Tyene quickly slammed the door shut. 

"What do we do?" She whispered.

Daemon passed his hand on his face, he walked to the bed and picked his trousers. "Put some clothes on." He hissed while dressing and she nodded going to the corner of the room.

The prince breathed and opened the door again. "My lady, how can I help you?" He smiled.

Yara who's head was lowered and her eyes on the floor with her hands behind her back. "I apologize, I didn't know you were… busy." She wiggled her brows. 

He stared at her. 

"Don't need to worry my prince, I will not say a word of this. I'm fully aware of you and your dragon can do with me and my people." She insured. 

Daemon kept his eyes on her, he nodded slowly. "What are you doing here then?"

"News, about my uncle, ships with his banners were seen a moon ago." She answered, her gaze lowering to his chest and then quickly coming back to his face.

Hmm.

"And where is he now?" He crossed his arms.

"We don't know, the fishermen said he was seen sailing to Kings landing." 

"So he will ally himself with Cersei." He nodded.

"Perhaps, your grace." She said.

"Thank you, my lady. Meet me in the great hall in an hour, we are changing our plans." He smiled at her.

"Your grace." She bowed and left, as she left a few unsullied passed her carrying buckets with hot water, Daemon watched Yara leave and pushed the door open with his feet. She had a nice butt, he observed, maybe he could bed her and persuade her to keep her mouth shut, he had talked to her multiple times, but not enough to develop any trust.

He didn't want rumors of him cheating on Daenerys traveling the seven kingdoms, they did what they do, but they were also careful with it, Tyene and Nymeria were sleeping in his room because their chambers were beside his and the hall was only guarded by Unsullied. 

Clearing his mind he saw the unsullied leaving and closed the door, he will use this travel to the North to get close with the pirate.

The dark-haired prince passed the knife on his beef, he picked the piece with the fork and ate it. "Hmm, this is so good." He moaned.

His eyes went to the other end of the table, the man was still blinking and regaining his consciousness. 

"Ty, my love, help me please." He pointed at Jaime with his knife. Tyene stood up from her seat with her cup in hand, she sided with the Lannister and poured the water on his head. 

Jaime flinched and his head shot up, he blinked a few times looking around the room, he looked at Tyene and she waved at him before coming back to her seat. "At least give the man water, he's been deprived of it since we captured him." Nymeria said.

Daemon sighed. "Untie him and give him a plate and water." He called the servant, the man turned picking up plate and a cup, he walked to Jaime and served him while the unsullied took the rope from his wrists.

Jaime eyed the plate and went to pick the meat, his hand stopped midway before he looked at Daemon. "It's not poisoned." He rolled his eyes and sliced another piece of his beef, the kingslayer gulped and picked up the meat and took a bite, he ate like an animal in just a few bites, his hand went to the cup and held taking long sips.

"Ugh, I'm trying to eat." Tyene grumbled eying the golden-haired man with disgust.

Jaime shot her a mocking look. "I apologize my lady; I've been starved for three days." Then he eyed Daemon, who raised his hands mocking guilt.

"Sorry about that, we just had other priorities. You must've been asking yourself, why am I here? Or just mainly, why am I alive?" Daemon exclaimed.

"I will never betray my sister." Jaime spat.

"I respect that," The prince shrugged. "However, I could make you talk, spill all the secrets, my friend right here knows a lot of poisons." He winked at Tyene.

"Who are you?" Jaime frowned. 

"Oh you know who I am," Daemon waved raising his brows. "I burned half of your forces." He smiled.

The golden lion's face went white and then he swallowed. "You're his son." He whispered.

"Yep." 

"You don't look much like him, you look like a Stark." Jaime observed.

Daemon chuckled shortly. "Ser Arthur says that I look like him and my mother, a mix." 

Like if Jaime had saw a ghost, he went white, his breath was caught in his throat and his eyes almost popped off. "No…" He shook his head.

"Why are you so choked? Who do you think was the one that kept me and siblings alive? I mean, Gerold helped too." The prince pointed out.

Jaime shook his head. "No… it's not true, they're all dead. Why are you playing games with me boy!?" The man shot up and clashed his golden hand on the table. At the same moment he hit the wood, the kingslayer had spears pointed at him, Daemon raised his hand and put the unsullied in ease.

"I would recommend you stay calm, kingslayer." Nymeria adviced. The lion kept his eyes on the dragon, neither of them wiling to break the eye contact.

"It was smart of you attacking the Tyrell army first," Tyene said, Daemon saw the glimpse of proud on the man's eyes. "But also a dumb one attacking ours." 

The Lannister stiffened, he brushed his finger on the tip of his nose. "A dinner with a Targaryen and…" He narrowed his eyes, ignoring his question.

"Oh, apologies. This is Tyene and Nymeria Sand, daughters of Oberyn Martell." Daemon introduced his paramours.

"The man your father killed." Ty hissed.

"You mean the mountain? And if I remember well, Oberyn volunteered himself to be my brother's champion." Jaime raised his brow.

Tyene went to curse him, but Dae spoke first. "Ahh, Lord Tyrion! A fun man, he is spending most of his days drinking but he's still fun, a bright mind too." Daemon grinned.

"Where's my brother?"He. questioned. 

"Somewhere, not close… not far either, but definitely close enough for a raven to arrive with the command that would have his neck snapped." The prince gave a toothless smile.

Jaime closed his eyes and lowered his head, his jaw clenched. Seconds passed till he looked at him again. "Is that what are you doing? Making me choose between my sister and my brother?" 

Daemon frowned. "I- I would never do that, am doing that?" He looked at Nym.

"It looks like." She cocked her head.

"Hmm, sorry then, I won't make you choose between your siblings… even if I know you would choose the one you fuck." Jaime blinked and breathed. 

"What are you going to do with me then? Why am I here?" 

"It's a secret," Dae winked. "And I wanted to meet the man who killed my mad grandfather. It was a nice conversation, maybe we can do this again one day." He waved his hand and four unsullied walked till Jaime, they held his arms and dragged him away from the room.

"You still think Cersei will give up the city for her brother?" Nymeria questioned.

"No, and something tells me that she won't surrender even if we threat her daughter." He rested his elbows on the table and intertwined his fingers.

"So what we do with him?" Tyene asked.

Dae squeezed his eyes in thought. "I will send a letter to my brother, then I will send Jaime to him by ship." 

Nymeria hummed.

"Oh! Did you told her?" Ty said changing the subject.

"Nope."

"Told me what?" She frowned.

"We are going North, to take Winterfell back from the Boltons." Tyene informed her sister.

Nymeria dropped her fork at looked at him flatly. "I should have went with Rhaenys or Daenerys." She groaned earning toothless smiles from both of them.