Chapter Text
Sometimes when Rhaenyra had too much to drink she would sink into a mawkish state of reflection about her life so far, though she often likened it to a droll tragedy. She had never been a star pupil but her grades were not terrible either, she just simply had an inability to stay away from the people and situations she should.
Her father Visery’s had labelled her ‘reckless’ and ‘impulsive’ two things that usually ended up getting her into trouble, all for a momentary high or something much worse.
Every night of her teenage years had been spent partying, sneaking out to get high with friends or shoplifting just because she felt like it. It had gotten to the point where her parents had all but given up on her, though Rhaenyra didn’t really blame them for it.
Visery’s and Aemma were hard working people, not rich by any stretch of the imagination but not dirt poor either. They lived in a state of hand to mouth where money was tight but they were surviving well enough even if it meant that Rhaenyra wasn’t able to have the latest thing or wear the latest fashion.
Aemma was a sculptor, not fancy enough for an art gallery she tended to take commissions or sell small pieces of her work on online selling sites for a fraction of what they were worth, while Visery’s worked as a draughtsman drawing up blue prints and concepts for one of the more well-known architects in London.
Her parents were strict, yes, but they loved her even when she was busy causing problems that usually required them picking her up from somewhere or apologising to someone. Problem was; they could never quite hide their disdain for her antics which is why she had supposed that they had become exhausted by her mere presence.
Her uncle Daemon on the other hand, was an entirely different matter… even though he was her father’s younger brother, the two of them were nothing alike. Daemon lived for chaos, revelling and indulging in many distasteful hedonistic pleasures which often bordered on the depraved, or so her vanilla parents would have her believe.
He was fire and sin wrapped in a black leather jacket, a cigarette hanging from between his lips nonchalantly with an attitude to match. Sometimes he would pick her up from school in his old beat up Chevy impala that wasn’t really made for the narrow British roads of London, his natural silver-blonde hair cut short and raked back off his face by his own hands, though one unruly strand always fell in his eyes making all the teenage girls swoon at the pick-up spot.
Rhaenyra would hop in the passenger side through the window laughing as the girls looked on, biting their lips lustily and gossiping amongst themselves as they created rumours of his misdeeds that filled their boring little minds with some excitement for once.
Rhaenyra understood it though, after all Daemon was only eight years older than both herself and the girls in her year group and she supposed, could be thought of as a handsome rogue who flirted with danger and lived his life without a single fuck.
But every time Rhaenyra found herself in trouble, usually the kind she didn’t want her parents finding out about, Daemon was always there to bale her out. He was the one who also marched into war for her against her parents whenever they lectured her about her behaviour and she loved him for it.
Because of this, there were arguments and divisions in the family, causing Daemon to disappear for long periods of time until him and her father would patch things up again, any indiscretions being forgiven until the next time they came to blows.
Rhaenyra had always reviled Daemon, hero worshiped him even when she was younger, because he was everything that her own father wasn’t. he was unapologetically himself and always encouraged her to be the same, because life was too short for you to be boring and repressed, or so he would say.
Around the age of fifteen however; her feelings for her uncle Daemon had shifted significantly, in what she knew to be an unatural way. Her eyes would always linger on him a little longer than was necessary, touches on his arm or his hands a little more purposeful whenever he handed her something or passed nearby.
He never said anything but she was sure he was aware of it nonetheless. Occasionally when she was feeling bold she would try to sit on his lap around the campfire on their family summer camping holidays and he would always ask her with a smirk “Aren’t you a little old to be sat on your old uncle’s lap, princess?”
She had simply put it down to hormones having started her menstrual cycle not long before these feelings had taken root in her subconscious, but still, they had become intrusive to the point where she couldn’t stop her hands wandering in the middle of the night when she thought of him.
Cheeks burning with shame, though always sated after she had satisfied herself to the fantasies of him. She would think about the softness of his lips whilst he sat across from her at some trendy London café in the summer months, when he would treat her to a day out shopping while Visery’s and Aemma were too busy working to spend any time with her.
She had always loved their shopping trips together even though they wouldn’t actually buy anything but lunch. Window shopping had been something she was used to growing up in her family, it was more about the time he spent on making her happy. He would pose as the rich uncle to all the high-end retailers in south Kensington so they would allow her to try on their designer clothing, before making some excuse as to why they were not going to spend money with that particular shop. On occasion he would allow her to pick outfits for him to try on for her amusement or she would help him pick various rings for him in jewellery shops, she loved his hands, she’d realised quickly that she found men who wore rings attractive and wondered exactly what his hands could do…
Daemon had always felt at his most satisfied when creating chaos around him, whether or not that was by hopping the barriers at the underground stations and fare evading or taking some innocent shop girl out the back for a quick fuck in the alleyway and never calling her back.
There were always many side hustles he had going on, people he had to meet or bars he needed to visit to collect numerous shady things, none of which were hard drugs or so he’d tell her, though she suspected otherwise. He would always take her with him if she was hanging around with him that day, unashamed in his activities though always making sure she was at a distance when he spoke with people so she couldn’t listen in, his hood obscuring his face further. When she had asked about his lifestyle he had merely stated “I am known by many people for many things, Rhaenyra” amusement colouring his features as if he were thinking of an inside joke that she would never be privy to. She had certainly heard rumours from others that her uncle was dangerous, that he was not a man to be played with in any sense of the word, though she always made excuses to dismiss these rumours as baseless.
Thinking instead that her uncle was simply a private man who did not like having to explain himself or his business to anyone around him, fearless and free. She didn’t like a lot of the places she had visited with him, most were dark and seedy looking with tough men staring unwelcomely as they passed by “Are you not afraid of places like this, uncle?” she had asked once “You must always believe that you are the most dangerous thing in the room, Rhaenyra” he had answered, another one of his riddles, though he had relented when he saw her so clearly out of her comfort zone with the world around her. It was the last time he ever took her with him on his ‘errands’
Visery’s was not too happy with how much time Rhaenyra spent around her uncle, insisting on a regular basis that no one would ever want to turn out like Daemon given half the chance. She wondered sometimes if he even liked his brother on any bassist level, though anytime she had tried to ask him he had changed the subject stubbornly reiterating that he didn’t want to talk about it.
When she had gotten older she had asked again what her uncle had done that made him so abhorrent to his own brother, but all her father had offered was “You don’t know Daemon as I do.” Her mother then advising her not to push the subject anymore even when she had openly voiced the fact that Daemon had never been bad towards her throughout her life but her father had only snorted derisively in response.
This statement wasn’t entirely true however; Daemon had never done anything to harm her yes, but he also wasn’t the best of influences on her either. After she had turned sixteen he was micro dosing her with weed, which in Daemon’s terms meant that though he wouldn’t allow her to openly smoke the herb by herself, he had no qualms in allowing her to join him whilst he smoked. Holding her face fairly close he’d breathe the smoke close enough to her open mouth so she could inhale off of him to take a hit and get a second hand high. their lips never touched, much to Rhaenyra’s disappointment, but there was something so arousing about the whole thing that Rhaenyra wasn’t ready to accept but still lusted over secretly.
There seemed to be numerous arguments on a regular basis between the two brothers, some fleeting and others much more serious with raised voices and the slamming of doors.
One such argument stemmed from Daemons proclivity for getting involved in things that his older brother didn’t agree with, anything that in Visery’s opinion brought shame on their family. Rhaenyra was eighteen at the time and attending college for a hairdressing course she wasn’t really interested in but didn’t have the grades to go to university for any other degree, or the money for that matter.
It came to light that Daemon had starred in a hardcore porn movie which included a threesome with another man and a woman where Daemon was very actively fucking both participants. Naturally, the movie had been circulated around the campus by a bunch of idiotic boys from the sports department until everyone had seen it.
Rhaenyra endured the casual teasing from her fellow classmates, girls chittering excitedly about Daemons body or performance and irritatingly asking her if she could introduce them to her uncle. While the boys asked her if she was a slut like her uncle, though she assumed that was more of the boy’s jealousies and insecurities fuelling those comments than anything else.
In the end the faculty had stepped in to put a stop to its circulation based on the type of content being deemed as unsafe, and of course the head of the college had insisted on meeting with Visery’s, Aemma and Daemon about the incident to discuss things further Rhaenyra herself being dragged into the office alongside them.
When her father was told about the offensive video he had done what he always did in a situation like this; he had blown up at Daemon over his improper behaviour as if he were a naughty child.
Visery’s continued his rather pathetic and profusely embarrassing apologies whilst assuring the head of the college that it would not be a problem from now on. Meanwhile, Daemon had leant back in his chair a picture of teenage delinquency as he lit another cigarette casually “And who the fuck are you?” he asked his tone sounding as bored as he looked, making the well-dressed man in front of him blink incredulously.
“I am Mr Harris, the head of this college, Mr Targaryen” he puffed his chest out as if that mattered
“And I am twenty-six and not one of your students, therefore if I want to get my dick wet in a pornstar’s cunt I will” Mr Harris gasped horrified, Daemon smirking wildly as he stubbed the cigarette out on the educators desk “but, if you are concerned about my exploits Mr Harris, you are always most welcome to experience them yourself… I am rather good at sucking cock as you’ve no doubt seen” Daemon licked his lips suggestively for emphasis and Mr Harris turned a deep shade of purple at the suggestion.
Rhaenyra let out a howl of laughter which she was quickly reprimanded for by her mother, who also looked like she wanted to bat Daemon around the head for his profanity. Visery’s roared at Daemon words blurring, as the two brothers argued with each other, Rhaenyra wondering if her father was about to spontaneously combust from anger alone.
“Nicely done, uncle” she had said as she followed him out to his car, her parents having left moments before so they could return to work and try to forget the whole ordeal.
He offered her a sly smirk, though something wicked lurked beneath it that unsettled her for a second “Well, I hope you enjoyed yourself, niece”
“Oh yes, I love having a slutty uncle” she teased affectionately though he didn’t reciprocate in his usual carefree way
“Hmm” he hummed darkly “Pleasure should not come with rules like society tries to instil in us, it is unapologetic and raw in nature remember that, Rhaenyra” she frowned at his coolness as he stepped forwards lowering his voice to whisper in her ear, his scent suddenly intoxicating in a way it had never been before "remember to be unapologetic, to be unashamed on those dark, restless nights when you cannot find sleep and instead slip your fingers into the aching wet heat between your legs while you think of your uncle, Rhaenyra…”
Her cheeks burned scarlet, heart racing as he pulled back to watch the shock steal over her face, her mind numb and throat dry as she processed his words soundlessly. She hadn’t told another soul about her own depravity, denying it even to herself since that stupid video had surfaced in an effort to convince herself that the object of her latest arousal had simply been the other man. Tall dark and handsome she would lie inside her own mind as she chanted it weakly even though her inner darkness knew better.
She should have been much faster with a reply but she was floundering and he knew it, when she offered no response he chuckled darkly “you forgot who pays for your Ipad’s data plan… it’s a family contract, princess”
She swallowed thickly remembering then, it had been her eightieth birthday present from him when her parents had denied her due to the cost of it. At the time Daemon had appeased them both by insisting it was his old device that lay unused since his contract upgrade provided him with a new one, and it was of no financial burden to add her onto his plan as a family deal. However; Rhaenyra now realised that this trojan horse of a gift had come back to bite her in the arse.
“I must have clicked on the link by accident when those losers posted it to the student union page” she lied, the heat of her embarrassment only growing
He cut his eyes at her “seventeen times in a week? That’s a lot of accidents, niece” there was a sick amusement lingering on his tone now her stomach flipping in response though she offered nothing verbal to him.
He had left her there rooted to the spot as he got into his car without another word and drove off, she hated the way he had made her feel in that moment. Not just because it brought to the surface her own self-imposed shame, but also because it pulled an obscene arousal from her that pooled heat low in her belly and slicked her thighs with a want she should not feel for her own kin.
She had fled back to the safety of her dorm room, determined to shake off the awful interaction with the one person she cared for the most in this wildly cruel world, he had never been so wicked to her as he was then. Yet still she felt the shame of her own filthy need to ruin herself to the thought of him.
She had attempted to study but she couldn’t focus, resorting to trying to drown her own thoughts out with some trashy program on TV but it wasn’t working either so she headed out to the student union bar with her friends hoping that drinking would be her saviour.
But no matter how many drinks she consumed she couldn’t clear her mind, his words and the sound of his voice burned into her brain against her will. Eventually she broke off from the group, swiping a full bottle of vodka from behind the bar when the servers weren’t looking.
she snuck away to the college chapel the only place that was open at all hours as it was the colleges belief that the students should always have a place of worship or sanctuary open to them. Rhaenyra had never been a religious person but tonight she felt as if her soul needed saving, from herself mainly, but also from this new darkness that had seeped its way into her bones and was now rotting her from the inside out.
She had sat on the wooden floor and shouted at the ceiling, conversing aloud and asking why she was like this now to whatever higher being was supposedly listening, before turning her new-found anger on something else. She fished her phone out of her pocket with malicious intent as she unlocked it and scrolled in the messages to find the recipient she was looking for.
“You’re so arrogant, Uncle… thinking I would be looking at YOU of all people” she drank deeply from the vodka bottle barely waiting before composing another message, then another, and another until it became a tirade of drunken messages she felt compelled to send.
“They were all laughing at you, you’re not hot---”
“I’m not depraved like you who the fuck says that to their NIECE, UNCLE?!---”
“you disgust me---”
“I hate you! Actually everyone hates you!---”
“why so quiet UNCLE??!! Don’t like teenage girls fighting back??!!---”
“So cunty of you DAEMON---”
“Projection is so sad uncle when we both know you jerk off to the thought of me---”
“Next time don’t be a coward and kiss me then YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!!”
“You’re nothing but a tease, uncle Daemon…”
She threw her phone to the side seething from his lack of response, he hadn’t even bothered to read them she thought bitterly even though they had been delivered. Feeling maddened by it all, the unquenched filthy desire she held inside herself for the arrogant, narcissistic prick that he was, she finally allowed her darkness to consume her because if she hadn’t she would have surely gone insane.
Hitching her skirt up around her waist she slipped her hand into her already soaked lacey underwear, not hesitating as her fingers found her swollen clit, tension ripping through her body as she rubbed the little bundle of nerves desperately. His face coming to her mind behind her closed lids as she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip painfully.
She was too hot, too desperate and too needy the frustration and alcohol dulling her senses as she tried in vain to achieve her release, but she needed more. Growling irritable, she shoved her underwear down to her ankles so her knees could spread further apart.
The moment she had more freedom two of her fingers slid inside her dripping opening, cunt clenching around the digits hungrily. The silky dangerous voice in the back of her addled mind voicing its fantasies as her fingers curled and flexed inside herself Think of all the filthy things you would let your uncle do to you…’ it whispered like a viper in her ear ‘Imagine uncle Daemon’s hard cock inside your virgin pussy, defiling your body until you fall apart"
Her body trembled hips rocking against her own hand as she chased the climax that threatened to pull her under. She wanted to scream his name in that moment wanting whatever gods may have been listening to hear her grotesque want, need, as the fire rose inside her belly but in the end all that escaped her was a pitiful sob “Daemon… fuck” as she reached her peak, cunt convulsing and squirting violently while stars burst behind her closed eyes.
Her body slackened coming to rest against one of the pews as she rode out the cresting waves of her orgasm ”Be unapologetic, Unashamed” he had said, his voice haunting her mind as she replayed his words from earlier that day. Had he wanted her to come undone? Had the thought of it aroused him as much as it had her? She was too raw now as if she had gone through a bizarre cathartic ritual and only just made it out alive.
Rhaenyra wiped the tears from her eyes, quickly redressing for fear of being discovered here in this state she left the bottle of vodka behind as she ran back to her dorm room jumping into bed still fully clothed so as not to disturb her sleeping roommate.
Daemon never read the messages she had sent… and he never replied to them…