Hugh Hammer (ASOIF/SI)

 Hugh seemed genuinely lost for words, and Daemon disliked that

 "say yes lad! I don't make offers of my daughter's hand to every

 fucking handsome buck that comes along!" No, he made this offer

 because he wanted to spit upon the nobility of Westeros, all those

 Andal cunts who had scorned him, looking down on him, treated him

 like he was, diseased or something.

 He was a Targaryen, her was above the laws of so-called Gods and

 Men, and he was not letting his daughter marry some Andal cunt if

 he could help it! Oh he night have to marry her off anyways to one of

 the Lords, but he would dangle his daughters maiden cunt and the

 offer of riches and titles, sure that Hugh would not turn down such an

 offer.

 "Erh, ummmhhh, are you, as Lord Protector, in a position to make

 such an offer?"

 Clever lad, clever lad indeed Daemon realised "Yes, but subject to

 her Grace's, my wife's approval. On that count you need not worry,

 she will give her approval."

 "So Queen Rhaenyra has not yet approved of this offer you have just

 made to me?"

 Daemon's estimation of the lad's brains went up a few notches at

 this, so he turned on his charm to its fullest extent "there are some

 who oppose this offer I am making, who whisper in the Queen's ear,

 Lord Corlys for example, and most of the other Lords who think

 themselves fit to offer our Queen their advice, whether she needs it

 or not. But I promise you, on my word as a Targaryen, that this offer

 will be upheld!"

"I am a bastard, of low birth, your daughter is a princess, and she

 was betrothed to Prince Lucerys. This offer is dangerous for you to

 make, your enemies will pounce on it as a weakness. If you cannot

 convince the various High Lords of it, will the Queen's approval be

 enough?"

 "I need loyal men Hugh, the Iron Throne needs loyal men, and what

 better way to ensure loyalty than with land and marriage? My

 daughter is young, beautiful and not betrothed currently, she would

 make a priceless wife for any of the Lords of Westeros. But I'm

 offering her to you Hugh, not any of those Andal fucks, you. You are

 of our blood Hugh, you are a dragonrider, and you deserve our

 name. All this I can offer you, no, all this I can reward you with."

 A little white lie Daemon knew, for as the lad had surmised Rhaenyra

 still needed to be placated on the matter of legitimising Hugh, and on

 the extensive lands he wanted to grant the lad, lands that belonged

 to two other realms and two other families currently. And he had not

 answered the lads question either, he would have to work on

 convincing the Sea Snake to allow his granddaughter to marry Hugh,

 but he was sure it could be done. As to the others who sought to

 influence his dear wife, well he would have to deal with them sooner

 or later, because they were not only in opposition to his plans for his

 daughter's hand, but for the wider plans he held. But that was mere

 details to be resolved in his favour when required, nothing to be

 overly concerned about. He was intent or remaking the realm in his

 image, in breaking the power of the major Lords once and for all, and

 to make House Targaryen stand completely above their subject

 Houses once and for all. The conqueror had only started the

 process, and he, Daemon Targaryen would finish the job!

 And yes, the lad was a bastard, but he shared his blood, the blood of

 Old Valyria, and he was a dragonrider to boot! The Andals would see

 his betrothing Rhaena to Hugh as a monstrous insult, well fuck them,

 it was an insult, and insult to them and their blood! Only the blood of

 the dragon should breed with the blood of the dragon. Andal women

 were good enough for deflowering and fucking, but for bearing the

seed of the dragon, for bringing forth the Old Blood, only very few he

 would let claim that honour! And despite what he had thought only a

 few minutes earlier, he would never let some Andal cock near

 Rhaena. He would marry her to the Old Blood in Essos rather than

 let the seed of Andals sully his daughters precious, pristine womb!

 As Hugh did not seem to be interested in eating much more Daemon

 stood up and went to the door, opening it and peeking out into the

 hallway gestured to a servant stationed out of ear shot.

 Returning he sat down again in the lavishly appointed room, the best

 private room in the most expensive brothel in Kings Landing. A

 brothel he had been wont to frequent over the years, blessing it with

 his custom many the time.

 The servant appeared and silently cleared away the plates, leaving a

 fresh carafe of wine on the table before he exited wordlessly.

 "Now with the eating over I think a little relaxation is called for no?"

 Daemon smiled at Hugh, whose face twisted when he realised what

 exactly 'entertainment' meant.

 A few seconds later two of the finer whores in the establishment, or

 at least the finer in Daemon's estimation, sashayed into the room, all

 languid moves and half glimpsed delights through sheer silk

 costumes that barely covered them. Neither of them were of the Old

 Blood, but that did not bother Daemon in the slightest, they were

 whores to be used for enjoyment, nothing more.

 Noticing Hugh beginning to panic Daemon smirked and then

 suddenly wondered if Hugh was a sword swallower. If that was the

 case then the lad could not marry his daughter, he would not

 dishonor Rhaena by marrying her to a pillow bitter! Blood of Old

 Valyria or not! His agents had mentioned nothing about Hugh being

 that way inclined, only that he seemed chaste and he did not indulge

 in the pursuits of the flesh.

"Ah, ah, ah lad, sit back down, don't go insulting me now, especially

 when I might be your future good-father eh? Sit down, relax, enjoy

 yourself, you've earned it…" Daemon said as the whores draped

 themselves over him and Hugh.

 His whore was a slim blonde, older than her companion, about

 twenty and two if Daemon was correct, with grey eyes and one of the

 sultriest smiles that Daemon had seen in his long years. The whore

 clambering all over Hugh was younger and much more petite, a

 brunette with pale brown eyes, but a very nice set of teats on her,

 firm and proud.

 The blonde made the usual moaning and mewling noises a whore

 was wont to make to arouse her customer, running her hands over

 him but concentrating on his groin, before she opened his breeches

 and pulled his rapidly hardening member free. With a sigh and a

 moan that even Daemon found overly theatrical the whore's face

 descended and her mouth engulfed him, he let a moan of

 satisfaction escape his lips.

 Glancing over he saw the other whore busily working at Hugh's

 breeches to free his member, finally releasing a substantial pillar of

 thick flesh to rear up before her face. The whore made the

 appropriate surprised and impressed noises before she took Hugh's

 cock into her mouth.

 The whores' hands worked down Hugh's shaft, reaching into his

 breeches to ease out his stones, Daemon felt the slightest twinge of

 jealousy, the lad was massive, bigger than him, and Daemon had

 been blessed by the Gods with an impressively sized manhood.

 Well, at least his daughter would be satisfied in her marital bed he

 mused, though probably equally terrified on her wedding night.

 Returning his attention to the whore before him Daemon enjoyed the

 sights to go with the sensations she was giving him, after a few more

 minutes he tugged at her arms and the whore ceased her oral

 ministrations to climb up atop him. Aligning her slit with his member

 she slid down onto him, drawing a contented sigh from him, he

rested his hands on her hips as she began to work herself up and

 down on his pole.

 He looked over to Hugh, his whore was trying the same manoeuvre,

 but the lad stopped her with a command "I did not say to stop."

 The whore pouted at this, but Hugh griped the back of her head and

 guided her head back down, holding his member in his other hand

 he guided his cock back into the whore's mouth. He kept on pushing

 the whores head down, despite her protests, only stopping when the

 girl coughed up a wad of spittle and drool, spluttering and gasping.

 "I would have thought you were good at this?" Hugh asked of the

 whore, he had finally released her head and the girl had retched up a

 few times at Hugh's feet.

 "You, you are too big my Lord" the girl replied, trying to inject

 something of lust, amazement and awe into her voice, despite being

 covered in drool and spittle and still coughing and retching.

 "Well then, you shall earn you coin today eh?" came the matter of

 fact reply from Hugh, Daemon faintly surprised by the lads actions,

 but slightly pleased for all that. At least the lad did not seem to fall to

 pieces at the mere sight of cunt, and he seemed to have the proper

 disposition for ruling women.

 With that Hugh gripped the whore's hair and pulled her closer to him,

 once more guiding his cock into her mouth, whence he proceeded to

 pump the girls head on and down on his shaft, to a depth the whore

 was not comfortable with, if the frantic sounds she made were

 anything to go by. A somewhat crude display Daemon thought, but

 perfectly acceptable with a whore, whose body was bought and paid

 for.

 He wondered if Hugh would treat Rhaena the same way and the

 images flashing across his mind's eye of his daughter being face

 fucked by Hugh sent Daemon over the edge and he spilled into the

whore, who once again made all the right noises and movements in

 response.

 A supressed grunt cut though his post coital fugue and Daemon

 glanced over in time to see the whore struggling to lever her mouth

 off Hugh's cock, her face twisted in displeasure and horror, ropes of

 seed hanging from her nostrils, mouth, and jaw. Oh yes, he

 remembered, this particular whore was not overly fond of swallowing

 a man's seed, if required to do this she would take the pillar deep

 into her mouth and swallow the seed immediately. Seems like his

 good-sons rather large size had precluded that particular tactic, he

 let out a bubbling laugh at the comical state of the whore, as Hugh

 plastered her face a few times with his seed for good measure.

 Ah, to be young again, what he would not do for it, to have such

 vigour again…..

 The other Whore fled from the room, gathering up her clothes, while

 his companion got back onto her knees to diligently clean his

 member. Once she had finished and was about to leave, he said

 "clean my friend also, your companion failed to do so."

 The whore gave him her best, and most insincere smile, before

 kneeling before Hugh and giving his member a rather longer and

 more thorough cleaning than she had given his.

 "Enough!" he announced as his patience wore thin "leave us!"

 Once the whore had left the room and Hugh had fixed himself up

 Daemon turned more fully to him and said "now, who the fuck are

 you really lad?"