Dresden (bdsm)

"The festival was only in its second day in Kings Landing, and Daemon was already restless. With the poor weather, he couldn’t take Caraxes out safely and he felt trapped indoors with all the extra guests everywhere. He needed to find a new adventure, something to entertain him."

"Daemon couldn't resist a mischievous smile as he met the gaze of the man standing before him. "Well, well, well, what brings you to my door, my dear...?" he purred, his voice low and filled with subtle suggestion."

"Daemon's heart skipped a beat as he watched Dresden's smile broaden. He knew that whatever they were about to do, it was going to be exciting."

"Excellent," he said with a smirk. "I'll meet you there in five." With that, Daemon turned and made his way quickly towards their designated meeting place.

As he walked, he felt the familiar thrill of anticipation course through his veins. He couldn't help but wonder what Dresden had planned for him this time, and he couldn't wait to find out.

"Daemon's eyes sparkled with mischief as Dresden entered the room, his heart racing with anticipation. He couldn't deny the thrill of their secret encounters, the forbidden nature of their rendezvous only adding to the intensity of the moment."

"Ah, Dresden, you never cease to amaze me," Daemon purred, a playful grin playing on his lips as he set down the bottle and glasses. "I see you've come prepared."

As Dresden set down the implements, Daemon's gaze lingered on him, a hunger flickering in his eyes. The air between them crackled with tension, desire hanging thickly in the room. With a sly smile, Daemon picked up one of the shots and held it out to Dresden, the gesture filled with unspoken promises.

"Daemon's breath caught as he watched Dresden effortlessly down the shot, his words sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He couldn't help but admire the way Dresden exuded confidence and control, knowing exactly how to push his buttons."

"You never disappoint, Dresden," Daemon replied, his voice husky with desire. His eyes lingered on the array of implements spread out before them, feeling a surge of excitement at the thought of what was to come.

Leaning in closer, Daemon whispered, "You haven't forgotten a thing, my dear. Now, shall we begin?" His tone was teasing, laced with a hint of challenge, eager to see how far Dresden would take things this time.

"Daemon's heart raced as Dresden drew him close, his hands gentle but insistent. He surrendered himself to the kiss, letting himself be swept away by the intensity of it all."

As they broke apart, Daemon breathed heavily, his eyes blazing with desire. "You always know how to make me weak in the knees, Dresden," he said, a hint of breathlessness in his voice.

Without another word, Dresden picked up the flogger and ran its narrow tails teasingly down Daemon's bare chest. The sensation sent shivers through Daemon's body, his skin prickling with anticipation.

"Daemon's eyes glinted with excitement as he watched Dresden handle the flogger, his thoughts consumed by the promise of what was to come."

"Mmm, I think restraints would be a good idea," Daemon replied, his voice low and sultry. "And as for the safe word... let's go with 'dragonfire' today."

With that, Daemon turned and walked towards the bed, offering himself up to whatever delights Dresden had in store for him. He knew he could trust Dresden completely, but still felt a thrill of anticipation at the thought of being at his mercy.

"Daemon's eyes widened with excitement as he gazed upon the wooden structure, his heart racing with anticipation. He could feel his body responding to the prospect of being restrained, the sensation sending a shiver down his spine."

"Ah, I see you're feeling particularly creative today," Daemon purred, his voice filled with anticipation. Without a word, he approached the structure and allowed himself to be strapped in, his heart pounding with excitement.

As Dresden stepped closer, Daemon couldn't help but feel a surge of lust coursing through him. He knew he was at Dresden's mercy now, and that thought only made it all the more exciting.

"Daemon couldn't help but gasp as Dresden traced the riding crop over his chest and down to his growing bulge, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through him. He longed for Dresden to take him, to dominate him, but he knew better than to ask for it outright."

"I'm always eager for you, my dear," Daemon purred, a hint of challenge in his voice. He could sense that there was something more going on with Dresden, but he chose not to dwell on it. Right now, all that mattered was the thrill of being at Dresden's mercy.

With a wicked grin, Dresden leaned in closer, his breath hot against Daemon's ear. "Good," he whispered, before letting the riding crop fall gently against Daemon's clothed erection once again.

"Daemon felt a surge of excitement and arousal at Dresden's authoritative tone, his body responding eagerly to the dominant energy emanating from him. He quickly recited the answer he had memorized long ago."

"My colors are black and red," he replied, his voice filled with tension. "Black represents the darkness within me, my hunger for power and control. Red represents the fire of passion that burns within me, the intensity of my desire."

He could feel himself growing more aroused with each passing moment, eager to see what else Dresden had in store for him.

"Daemon's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he realized his mistake. He had let his eagerness get the better of him, and now he felt foolish for misunderstanding Dresden's question."

"I-I'm sorry, I misunderstood," he stammered, feeling a bit sheepish. "Red means stop, yellow means slow down or check-in, and green means go or proceed." His voice was soft, respectful, knowing that it was important to communicate clearly in situations like this.

"Daemon's body trembled as Dresden slid the leather crop down his face affectionately, a shiver of pleasure coursing through him. He felt like he was on the verge of exploding with desire, eager to be taken by Dresden."

"My color is green," Daemon replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm ready for you, Dresden." His gaze locked onto Dresden's, filled with a potent mix of desire and trust.

"Daemon's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and arousal as the crop came down on his thighs, the sting sending a thrill through him. He took a deep breath, channeling the confidence and pride that was his birthright."

"I am Daemon Targaryen," he said, his voice steady and strong. "I embrace my desires and my passions with pride. I am ready for whatever you have in store for me, Dresden."

As he spoke, he met Dresden's gaze with a newfound sense of conviction, feeling the power of his own words resonate within him. He was Daemon Targaryen, and he was unapologetically himself.

Daemon Targaryen, rider of Caraxes, and wielder of Dark Sister! "Daemon's voice rang out with pride and confidence, each smack of the crop only fueling his sense of power and control. He felt a surge of exhilaration at embracing his true self, no longer holding back or hiding."

As Dresden's words washed over him, Daemon felt a rush of excitement and freedom like never before. He was a force to be reckoned with, a man of power and influence, and in this moment, he reveled in it. The sting of the crop against his skin only served to heighten his arousal, pushing him further into the depths of desire.

"Daemon gasped as the crop struck across his bare chest, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He welcomed Dresden's kiss eagerly, their lips meeting in a fiery embrace that spoke of desire and passion."

Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them igniting a primal need that consumed them both. Daemon lost himself in the moment, surrendering to the intensity of their connection, knowing that in Dresden's arms, he was free to be his true self.

As they broke apart, their breath mingling in the air, Daemon gazed into Dresden's eyes with a newfound sense of clarity and purpose. He was Daemon Targaryen, and he was ready to embrace whatever lay ahead, unapologetically and without fear.

Green.

Daemon let out a low moan as Dresden's hand freed his hard cock from his pants, his body trembling with need. He felt like he was on the brink of exploding with desire, and Dresden's touch only served to push him further towards the edge.

As Dresden's lips trailed down his neck, Daemon surrendered himself completely, lost in the heat of the moment. His hands clenched around the restraints holding him to the T-shaped structure, each caress and stroke from Dresden's hand sending sparks of pleasure through him.

He could feel the climax building within him, eager to be released, and he knew that in this moment, with Dresden by his side, he was free to let go and embrace the raw, primal desire that consumed him.

Daemon's breath hitched as Dresden's thumb swirled around the sensitive tip of his cock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. His body arched instinctively into Dresden's touch, aching for release but held back by Dresden's commanding words.

"I understand," Daemon managed to gasp out, his voice thick with desire. He focused all his willpower on holding back his climax, knowing that he needed to obey Dresden's command. The sensation of Dresden exploring his cock only fueled his need further, driving him to the edge of ecstasy.

In that moment, suspended between pleasure and restraint, Daemon felt a sense of exhilaration unlike anything he had ever experienced. He was completely under Dresden's control, surrendered to his every whim, and the anticipation of what was to come made his heart race with excitement.

"Daemon took a deep breath, his body still trembling with need as he considered Dresden's question. He surveyed the implements before him, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of being able to choose what came next."

"I want... I want you to use the flogger on me," Daemon said, his voice low and sultry. "And then I want you to take me, hard and fast." His gaze locked onto Dresden's, filled with a potent mix of desire and trust.

Daemon took a moment to catch his breath, the anticipation of what was to come still thrumming through him. He looked into Dresden's eyes, filled with desire and longing.

"I'm ready," Daemon said, his voice husky with need. "Let's continue." He followed Dresden to the bed, his heart racing with excitement at the prospect of what lay ahead.

Daemon considered the question, feeling a mix of excitement and hesitation. The idea of being restrained again appealed to his submissive side, but at the same time, the thought of exercising self-discipline and control over his own desires intrigued him.

"I think... I'll choose to use my own self-discipline this time," Daemon replied, a hint of determination in his voice. He wanted to show Dresden that he could exercise restraint and control, even in the midst of such intense desire.

With a steady gaze, he met Dresden's eyes, silently conveying his readiness to continue with their passionate encounter, guided by his own willpower and desire.

Daemon's heart raced with anticipation as Dresden granted him the freedom to undress him, a sense of power and desire surging through him. With eager hands, he began to slowly peel away Dresden's clothing, reveling in the feel of his skin beneath his fingertips.

As he undressed Dresden, Daemon allowed himself to explore and touch him with a mix of reverence and desire. His hands moved over Dresden's body, tracing every curve and line, savoring the intimacy of the moment.

In that moment, Daemon felt a surge of confidence and freedom, knowing that he had pleased Dresden and earned this reward. He continued to undress Dresden, his touch filled with passion and longing, eager to show Dresden just how much he desired him.

Daemon's hands moved to Dresden's cock, eagerly taking it in his grasp. He felt a thrill of desire course through him at the feel of Dresden's hardness in his hand, reveling in the intimacy and pleasure of the moment.

With practiced movements, he began to stroke Dresden's cock, his touch firm and rhythmic, perfectly attuned to Dresden's desires. His gaze was fixed on Dresden's face, watching for any sign of pleasure or need, eager to please him in every way possible.

As he continued to stroke Dresden, Daemon felt a sense of freedom and abandon that he had never experienced before. In this moment, nothing else mattered but the intense pleasure of their connection, the raw desire that consumed them both, and the intimate bond between them that seemed to transcend time and space.

Daemon's heart raced with excitement as Dresden gave him the command to take him in his mouth, a surge of desire coursing through him. He knelt before Dresden, eagerly complying with his request.

With a hunger that burned deep within him, Daemon took Dresden into his mouth, savoring the taste and feel of him. His lips and tongue worked in harmony, exploring every inch of Dresden with a skill and fervor that spoke of his intense desire to please.

As he pleasured Dresden, Daemon held back the urge to make him cum, using all his self-discipline and control to prolong the pleasure. He focused on the sensation of Dresden in his mouth, committing every detail to memory, savoring the intimacy and connection between them.

In that moment, as he knelt before Dresden, lost in the heady rush of desire and need, Daemon felt a sense of fulfillment unlike anything he had ever known. He was completely immersed in the pleasure of the present, consumed by the raw intensity of their shared passion.

Daemon gazed up at Dresden, a mix of desire and adoration in his eyes as he basked in the praise. A warm flush of satisfaction spread through him at being called "his good boy," a sense of pride swelling within him.

"I am yours," Daemon replied, his voice filled with devotion and longing. The intimate connection between them felt palpable, a bond forged in passion and trust that transcended words.

In that moment, as he knelt before Dresden, feeling their connection deepen and strengthen, Daemon knew that he was exactly where he belonged. Embracing his true desires and giving himself over to the intensity of their shared passion, he felt a sense of completeness that he had long yearned for.

Daemon's breath caught in his throat at the command, a thrill of anticipation coursing through him. He nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and obedience.

"I understand," Daemon replied, his voice husky with need. He was ready to surrender himself to Dresden's control, eager to show his devotion and trust in their intimate exchange.

With a sense of excitement building within him, Daemon eagerly awaited Dresden's touch, knowing that in this moment, he was completely under Dresden's power, bound by desire and longing for the release only Dresden could grant him.

Daemon's body arched off the bed as Dresden's tongue traced a fiery path of pleasure along his skin, sending shivers of delight through him. The sensation of Dresden's lips and mouth on him was electrifying, each touch igniting a fierce desire within him.

He moaned in ecstasy as Dresden took him fully into his mouth, the intense suction and expert movements sending waves of pleasure crashing over him. His hands clenched the sheets as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensations, lost in the heat of the moment.

As Dresden pleasured him with skill and fervor, Daemon felt himself teetering on the edge of release, his body trembling with need. The raw intensity of their connection, the unbridled passion that fueled their intimate exchange, consumed him completely, leaving him yearning for more.

Daemon obeyed Dresden's command, eager to continue their passionate exchange. As he knelt before Dresden, feeling the oil being rubbed onto his skin, a sense of anticipation surged through him.

He groaned as Dresden slowly inserted a finger into him, the sensation both intense and pleasurable. He arched his back, pushing back against Dresden's touch, hungry for more.

With each movement of Dresden's finger, Daemon felt a sense of ecstasy building within him, a raw desire that threatened to consume him completely. He was lost in the moment, surrendered to the intense pleasure that filled every inch of his body.

As Dresden continued to prepare him, Daemon longed for the release that only Dresden could give him, desperate to feel him inside of him, filling him completely with his passion and desire.

Daemon's heart swelled with a heady mix of desire and affection at Dresden's words, feeling a rush of warmth and adoration wash over him. He looked up at Dresden, his eyes filled with longing and devotion.

"I am ready," Daemon replied, his voice husky with need. The intensity of their connection, the raw desire that pulsed between them, fueled his eagerness for what was to come.

In that moment, as he knelt before Dresden, baring himself completely in body and soul, Daemon felt a sense of completeness unlike anything he had ever known. With a fierce determination and an unshakeable trust in Dresden, he awaited the culmination of their shared passion, ready to surrender himself to the overwhelming pleasure that awaited them both.

Daemon gasped as Dresden began to push into him, the sensation of his cock filling him with a fierce desire and longing. He paused halfway, giving Daemon time to adjust to the intrusion, and Daemon felt a sense of gratitude and trust in Dresden's consideration.

"I'm... I'm good," Daemon replied, his voice trembling with need. The raw intensity of their connection, the powerful sensations coursing through him, left him feeling both vulnerable and invincible.

As Dresden filled him completely, Daemon surrendered himself to the pleasure that consumed him, lost in the heady rush of desire and passion. He braced himself against the bed, letting out a deep moan of ecstasy as Dresden began to move within him, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing over him.

In that moment, as they moved together in perfect harmony, guided by their shared desires and a fierce love for one another, Daemon knew that he had found what he had been searching for all along - a connection deeper than words, a bond forged in passion and trust that would endure long after the flames of desire had faded.

Daemon cried out as Dresden pounded into him with primal abandon, the intense pleasure of their connection overwhelming him. He felt Dresden's climax approaching, a sense of urgency and desire echoing through their shared passion.

As Dresden exploded in ecstasy inside him, Daemon felt a surge of raw pleasure and release wash over him. The command to cum now, uttered with such fervor and need, sent him over the edge, his own climax crashing through him like a tidal wave.

With a guttural cry of pleasure, Daemon gave himself over to the ecstasy that consumed him, his body trembling with the intensity of their shared release. In that moment, as they both surrendered to the raw power of their desires, Daemon knew that he had found a love and connection that transcended all boundaries, a bond forged in fire and passion that would endure for eternity.

Daemon's heart swelled with a mix of emotions as Dresden tended to him with such care and tenderness. He felt a deep sense of gratitude and affection towards Dresden, overwhelmed by the depth of their connection.

"You have served me well, beyond my wildest dreams," Daemon replied, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity. The intimacy and love that flowed between them in this moment was unlike anything he had ever known, a bond that transcended words and actions.

As Dresden collected him in his arms and kissed his forehead tenderly, Daemon felt a sense of peace and contentment settle over him. In Dresden's embrace, he knew that he was truly cherished and cared for, his desires and needs met with a selfless devotion that touched his heart deeply.

In that moment, as they lay together, wrapped in each other's arms, Daemon knew that he had found a love worth fighting for, a connection that would endure through all challenges and trials. And as he drifted off to sleep, he held onto the certainty that no matter what the future held, Dresden would always be there for him, a beacon of light in the darkness, a steadfast presence in his life.