Saerra and Daemon have dwelled on Dragonstone together now for weeks. They share the island and share the castle, though have not seen much of each other as of late. Daemon seems to always be off somewhere and dealing with business of grave importance, and while Saerra is happy to be so close to the sea and away from her dreadful caregivers, she feels quite alone from time to time, as if she's not wanted or doesn't belong.

But that's silly. Why would Daemon bring her here if he doesn't want her?

Maybe he did so out of pity, and now he feels as though his duty is complete. Those thoughts stay in her mind for the next three moons, until she can no longer comfortably stay within the castle walls.

Saerra spends a full day down by the shores of the isle. She bunches up her dress so her feet can soak in the salty waters below. She has nothing with her, no food nor book, all she has is the sea. The crashing waves lull Saerra's mind to a state of inner peace, a state where her worries drown away.

But then, her tummy begins to rumble, reminding her that she needs to eat.

And as Saerra turns to head back to the castle she almost collides with Daemon, who is coming down the stairs at a brisk pace. She jumps back, her heart racing, and he catches her by the arms to steady her.

"Careful there," He says, his voice low and smooth, "Wouldn't want you to fall."

Saerra's cheeks burn as she looks up into his dark, intense eyes. He's so close that she can feel his breath on her face, and she can't help but feel a shiver run down her spine.

"I-I'm sorry, my Prince," She stammers, feeling suddenly awkward and out of place.

Daemon's lips quirk into a half-smile.

"No need to apologize. You're allowed to enjoy the view like everyone else," He utters.

Saerra nods, biting her lip nervously. She's never been good at small talk, and she can feel the heat rising in her face. Daemon seems to sense her discomfort, and he steps back just a bit, giving her some space. But his eyes remain locked on hers, and she can feel a spark of something electric pass between them.

"Is everything all right?" He asks.

Saerra swallows hard, feeling a lump form in her throat.

"Y-yes, my Prince. I'm fine," She lies.

Daemon tilts his head, studying her for a moment.

"You seem a bit flustered," He says, his voice taking on a teasing tone, " Is it because of me?"

Saerra feels a sudden surge of panic, unsure of how to respond. She's never been good at flirting, and she's not used to men paying attention to her like this.

"I-I don't know what you mean," She stammers, feeling her cheeks burning with embarrassment, " I'm just hungry, I was on my way to get something to eat."

But Daemon just reaches out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His touch sends a jolt of electricity through her, and she can feel her heart racing in her chest.

" Then eat," The Prince states as if it's the most obvious thing in the world as he removes his hand from her face.

Saerra's eyes widen as her mouth opens as if she's going to speak. She only nods in confirmation, then once more trails behind the Prince as he goes back up the steps to reenter the castle.

The Prince and the bastard sit across from each other at a long wooden table, their plates filled with roasted meats, vegetables, and fruits. The flickering light from the candles casts a warm glow over the room, but it's the intensity of their stares that fills the silence. Saerra fidgets with her fork, unable to meet Daemon's gaze. She can feel his eyes on her, the weight of his stare almost too much to bear. Every time she looks up, he's still watching her, his eyes dark and smoldering.

"Do you not like the food, Saerra?" Daemon asks to break the tense silence.

"No, no, it's fine," She stammers, her voice barely above a whisper, "It's just that I'm not used to eating with... with people like you."

Daemon chuckles, the sound sending shivers down Saerra's spine.

"What do you mean, people like me?" He ponders.

Saerra takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.

"I mean, I've never... I've never been around someone like you before. Someone so... so confident and... and..."

"And what?" Daemon leans forward, his eyes locked onto hers.

"...And handsome."

Daemon's eyes flash with amusement.

"You're quite lovely yourself," He utters.

Saerra feels her heart skip a beat at the compliment, her whole body tingling with excitement. She can't believe that Daemon is actually flirting with her, that he's showing her this kind of attention.

The rest of the meal is filled with more of the same: awkward silences, stolen glances, and a tension that seems to grow with each passing moment. Saerra is both flustered and thrilled, her whole body humming with anticipation. When the meal is finally finished, Daemon stands up and offers her his hand.

" Shall we take a walk? The night is still young."

Saerra nods, her heart racing with excitement. She takes his hand, feeling the warmth of his touch spreading through her whole body. As they walk through the halls of Dragonstone, she can feel Daemon's eyes on her, his gaze intense and smoldering.

She can't believe that she's here, with him, walking hand in hand. She can't believe that he's showing her this kind of attention, that he's actually interested in her.

They walk along the grassy grounds of the isle as Daemon points out the constellations in the sky. Saerra listens intently as her eyes flick back and forth between the stars and Daemon's face. She can feel the tension between them growing with each passing moment, and she's not sure if she can handle it. Her heart is beating so fast that she's afraid it might burst out of her chest.

Saerra averts her gaze up into the skies above whereas Daemon does the opposite. He fixates on her and only her. His longing gaze stares down at the girl with dark braids and dark skin and how stunning she looks in the moonlight. The Prince brings his hand forward to brush some hair over her shoulder, which only adds to her pulsing skin and racing heart.

No words are spoken as Saerra continues looking up and Daemon continues looking down. She forces herself to ignore how madly she's blushing and how weak her knees have become, while Daemon seems keener to give into his desires as his fingers delicately dance along her smooth skin. They toy with the fabric of her dress before they move to her face and gently cup her cheek, moving her face to force her to look at him.

And as their eyes meet, Saerra finds herself able to ignore it. She cannot ignore how both her mind and body feel around him. She cannot ignore her own desires.

Daemon takes a step closer so that their bodies just barely touch each other. Her small breasts graze against his hard chest, making her gasp as his other hand comes up to cup her cheek as well. The Prince makes his desires clear through his actions, though gentle and slow. He takes his time with the Salt girl, a treatment that not many women can say they've received.

Saerra gasps once more as Daemon's thumb tenderly pulls back her bottom lip and delights in how her body reacts to him. Her body is aching and desperate for his touch. Her eyes sparkle in the moonlight as Daemon's eyes flicker while his body leans closer and closer to her. Saerra's throat goes dry and her breath gets caught. She feels utterly powerless and unable to move, despite her body yearning to be closer to his. She wants to give in but cannot find the power within, and so just stands there as Daemon's lips ghost hers, remaining barely an inch apart. Daemon can feel her shakey breath against his lips and how she trembles against him.

" Do you want me?" He whispers in a voice that is both low and soft.

Saerra immediately nods, but it does not suffice.

" Say it," Daemon commands.

" I-I want you," Saerra meekly whispers, " My Prince."

" Good."

Finally, Daemon closes the gap between them and presses his lips against hers, connecting them together in a soft, sweet, and gentle kiss. The tension between them explodes into a fiery passion, and they both cling to each other desperately. It's as if they've both been holding back for too long and now they're finally giving in to their desires. Daemon's lips move against hers as he holds not only the dominance but the experience as well. Saerra savors every moment of their kiss and attempts to match his movements as best as she can.

And as they pull away, their hearts beat nearly as one. They stare into each other's eyes with blown pupils and swollen lips, and as always, Daemon guides Saerra back to her chambers when the time is right, only this time he does so by holding her hand. He stands right outside her door, as if waiting for her to give him permission, and as he continues to stare her down, Saerra gulps.

" Would you, um... would you like to join me... my Prince?" Saerra questions with whatever confidence she's able to muster.

Daemon hums in response and waits for her to open the door, only for him to close it and connect their lips once more.

The Prince is quick to remove her beautiful silk to reveal her beautiful naked form, of which is a new sight in Daemon's eyes. He lays her down and begins to suckle on her breast as he undresses, making her gasp in delight.

Daemon and Saerra are wrapped in each other's arms, their bodies entwined on Saerra's bed. Their eyes are locked in an intense gaze, and they both know that there's no going back from this moment.

" Have you been fucked before?" He questions out of pure curiosity, making her flush once more.

" Y-Yes," Saerra stutters, " In a brothel, my Prince."

Daemon lets out a noise that's half a scoff and half a chuckle as his gaze lower. He traces a finger down Saerra's jawline, his touch sending shivers down her spine. She leans into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut as she savors the sensation. Daemon leans in, capturing her lips in a fiery kiss. The passion between them is palpable, and they both cling to each other as if their lives depend on it.

He slowly enters her, and the sensation causes her to gasp as they kiss. His hips move against hers and feels her tight walls flutter around him as her moans fill the air. Their kisses become more urgent, and they move together in a frenzy of desire. The passion between them is intense, and they're lost in the moment. Saerra's moans become more and more frantic as her body grows closer to an orgasm. The Prince shows no signs of stopping or slowing down, even as he coaxes orgasm after orgasm from the girl.

Daemon groans out of frustration and pulls out, then flips Saerra over so she's on all fours before he enters her yet again. Saerra's eyes widen from the new sensation and feels her eyes quickly roll into the back of her head as his hips piston against her ass.

And by the time the Prince is finally able to relieve himself, Saerra's arms are aching and her cunt is swollen from how much it was fucked. She collapses on the bed, completely out of breath as a thin layer of sweat surrounds her entire body, all while Daemon remains propped up and watches her, for his mind has not yet figured out why exactly it wants this girl in particular. He intently watches how her chest heaves in order to catch a breath, and how perky the nipples upon her small breasts have become, though it makes Saerra self-conscious. She goes to hide her body beneath the sheets, but the Prince stops her.

" Don't... I want to look at you."

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[ the tension 😮‍💨 ]