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"Wicked Game"

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Author's note: in honour of my 9 year anniversary on this hellsite and us finally getting fed with some new hotd content, here is my contribution to whatever the craziness of the last two days was.

I saw this post by the amazing, the great @ewanmitchellcrumbs and thought that I had to post this, it was in my drafts far too long haha Feedback is welcome and appreciated 💖

TW: dub!con, MDNI, afab!reader, fem!reader, degradation kink, jealousy, hatefucking, possessiveness, Aemond is a meanie, reader is a brat

Summary: You make Aemond jealous on purpose as a punishment for him always having his eye on you. But his reaction is clearly more than you have bargained for.

Taglist: @watercolorskyy

Never before had you seen your husband this angry. Sure, he had had his moments – when you had barged into the Small Council to give the King a piece of your mind or when you had humiliated him in front of his brother – and countless other instances. But never infuriated like this.

It had been a perfectly good day in the Red Keep. You were just walking past the Armory when you had seen Ser Davios Rane. He had become a good friend of yours over the years, since you had been married to Prince Aemond. It was a simple conversation; friendly, but reserved, as usual.

The courtyard was buzzing with people in preparation for King Aegon’s name day festivities: servants running around, carrying baskets, tapestries, tableware and many other things from one place to another, the invited Lords and Ladies just arriving taking a look at the Red Keep, engaging in conversation.

Yet somehow your husband had managed to see only you - and just the part of the conversation where you had laughed at Ser Rane’s comment - and put your hand on his arm. A grave mistake, you had realised immediately.

Aemond had been by your side in an instant, cutting the conversation embarrassingly short. You hadn’t even seen him coming, it was the frightened expression on Ser Rane’s face that had betrayed the arrival of your husband.

He had scolded you in front of everybody present – quietly, of course, but it was obvious that they knew what was happening by his body language alone. Servants had stopped in their tracks to observe the humiliating spectacle, the nobility’s conversations had quietened down to hear his heated whispers. And you – well, you had only ripped your arm from the tight grip he had your wrist in, and ran away. As childish as it was, you couldn’t stand being gawked at while your husband chastised you like a little child. Of course, he had followed you, but not before throwing a threatening glare in Ser Rane’s direction. He would take care of him later.

You hadn’t meant to make him jealous – at first. It was only when you had felt his sharp gaze on you everytime you spoke with somebody – be it a servant, a Lady, a Lord, a goldcloak – that you wanted to give him something to look at. A sort of punishment for always stalking you, for never trusting you enough to follow his rules. Surely, it couldn’t hurt to teach him a little lesson?

Well, now he was chasing you through the corridors of the Keep, taking his jealousy out on you.

„Are you content now? Was it your plot to infuriate me like this?“

Your husband had talked himself into a rage since you both had left the middle bailey, following you to your shared quarters. His face was marred by unadulterated wrath, his predatory gaze focused only on you.

„You are a Princess of this house! You’re much too sharp to think that it would be seemly to throw yourself at some goldcloak in this shameful manner!“

You had only wished to make him a little jealous – you should have known better. There was no moderation with Aemond Targaryen, only extremes. And once he whipped himself into this obsessive state, he was insufferable to be around. No word of explanation would get through to him.

„Did you think that I wouldn’t see? Attracting the attention of a mere goldcloak, in broad daylight, too, like a common whore!“

You couldn’t stand the thought of being in his presence any longer. He would drive you insane, you were sure of it! So, once in your quarters, you ran to open the door to your bedchamber and darted inside.

The sound of the lock turning sounded absurdly loud in the sudden silence.

„Open the door.“

His voice sounded treacherously calm.

You had leant against the table opposite the door, your trembling fingers gripping it tightly, your chest heaving with quick breaths of anticipation. What could he do now?

Tipping your head back, the tense giddiness in your body broke out of you in gleeful laughter.

„Open the door. Now!“

Oh, how you loved having him at your mercy.

„Say ‚Please, my love, be so kind as to open the door‘!“, you yelled, giggling.

„No“, was the only response that passed through the door.

„Fuck you, then!“

Your anger had returned with a sudden force. Who did he think he was? He had humiliated you in front of everybody, the whole court had borne witness to your embarrassment! How did he have the gall to talk to you as if to a little child? He could rot in the seventh Hell for all you cared!

He hadn’t responded yet. The sudden silence was highly suspicious. Did he give up - had he actually left? Oh, he was no fun!

Your victorious smile was wiped from your face the moment you heard the crash. Through splintered wood flying into all directions, your husband appeared on the threshold – breathing heavily, bearing his teeth, his gaze wild - the embodiment of fury.

After three quick strides he lunged himself at you – his hand painfully gripping your jaw, towering over you.

„You forget yourself, wife“, he snarled through gritted teeth, the vein in his forehead throbbing.

„You should have the good sense to remember your place.“

You simply stared up him calmly, defiantly, searching for the darkness in his eye that let you know that he was almost there, almost – before spitting in his face.

Before you had time to think, your head was whipped to the side, the heat of your blood throbbing in the place where his hand had just been. The slap had come out of nowhere - the sharp sting of pain in your cheek forced tears into your eyes – and yet you couldn’t help the wicked smile that formed on your lips. You had him exactly where you wanted him now, and he had fallen right into your trap.

This was the twisted game you played. You both knew it. Yet it didn’t feel like you were pretending. The rage was real. And so was the intoxicating thrill.

„Oh, this is all a game to you, isn’t it?“, he sneered, nostrils flaring. Let’s see if this is still a game to you now.

„Bend over.“

„No.“

„I’m not going to repeat myself.“

„Make me, then“, you said brattily, challenging him to make good on his word.

And he did. In the blink of an eye, he had his hand in your hair, turning you on your stomach and slamming your face into the table.

You felt your heartbeat in your whole body for the few seconds it took him to bunch up your skirt and loosen the ties on his breeches – you couldn’t move, his hand on your neck forced you to stay still, his leg between your thighs made sure that you kept them apart.

And before you knew what was happening, he sank into your wetness, immediately setting an unforgiving pace. He allowed you no time to adjust, completely merciless. You cried out, struggling against his hand that held you down, hands blindly reaching behind you, clawing at whatever part of his body you could reach. It was no use though – he wouldn’t slow down.

You could only hear him groan depravedly in response - he liked the way you tried to fight him, it dawned on you. The more you tried to resist him, the faster he slammed into you. Fed up with your antics, he grabbed both of your hands in his, bent forward and slammed them above your head. The new angle made your knees buckle.

„Don’t go weak on me now, wife“, he laughed into your ear. He laughed!

„Smug cunt“, you moaned. Immediately, you received your punishment. The sting on your ass hurt less than his hand in your hair, yanking you up against him, forcing you to arch your back almost painfully.

„Think you’re too good for me? Hm?“ His laboured breathing was hot on your neck. „But good enough for Davios Rane?“ He spat the name like a curse.

You could only whine in response, not being able to stop the desperate moans.

„Should we open the window, let him hear you? Hmm?“

He slammed into with such force then that it made you squeal. You couldn’t get a word out. With your eyes rolled back you couldn’t even formulate a simple thought.

„No? Then shut - your fucking - mouth“, he growled, emphasising each word with a thrust.

You couldn’t. You tried, you truly did, yet you failed miserably. Your body reacted before you had time to think, the loud pleasured whimpers and moans fell from your mouth before you could try to control them. He forced them out of you with each of his rough movements, knowing well that you had lost control over your own body.

He placed his other hand on your mouth to muffle your whines for you. The sharp edge of the table digging into your hips over and over again combined with his painfully pleasurable thrusts forced humiliating tears into your eyes. He could feel them flow over his hand down to your chin.

„Oh, are you sorry now?“

„Mmph!“, was the only muffled sound that passed through his hand on your mouth, as you shook your head ‚no‘.

„Say it“, he growled. „You know damn well that you need this, you’d do well to say it. Now!“ He lifted his hand from your mouth, giving you a chance to do as he told you.

„Detestable bastard!“, you only spat out through sobs, your hair still twisted painfully in his hand.

„What was that?“, he said harshly, stilling his movement completely, threatening to pull out.

„You’re sick, Aemond!“ Who cared if he left you now? You certainly didn’t! At least you would be left with your pride intact.

Yet, when he pulled out of you, the vast emptiness you felt made your heart ache. You regretted every single word you had said up until that point.

„N-no, I’ll say it!“, you sobbed, hating that he had this power over you. Hating that he could make you hate yourself, taking your dignity like this. Making you weak.

Patiently he waited for the words he had demanded. „Go on, humiliate yourself. Like you humiliated me“, he growled in your ear. Abruptly, he pulled your head farther back to get a better look at you. His fevered gaze was on you, as he watched your tear-stained face intently, curious as to what choice you would make.

He not only wanted you to swallow your pride; he wanted you to crush it, destroy it completely in a display of sacrilegious devotion to him.

Tears of shame were running down your face freely now. You didn’t want to do as he told you, hadn’t he degraded you enough already? This was more than you had bargained for – you hadn’t expected him to react this way when you had started your little game earlier in the day.

Now you had to pay the price for having dared to challenge him.

The feeling of his cock between your thighs made sheer desperation curse through your veins. You wanted him so badly, it was driving you mad! It would’ve been so easy to just- just wriggle down a bit to-

„Don’t!“, he hissed, biting down on your shoulder. Hard.

It broke you.

„I’m sorry!“, you cried. Through your sobs your words were almost unintelligible. „I’m sorry, I didn’t – I-I don’t care about him, I just – I need you, only you, please, Aemond-“

It truly was a pitiful sight – and disturbingly arousing. His wife with her dress sliding down to her waist, begging for him, her tears streaming down to her bare chest, degrading herself– all this only to have his cock inside her again. With a sick satisfied smirk, he watched you babbling on, only gibberish leaving your mouth now. He had driven you to your breaking point.

And now, you needed to learn your lesson. He let go of your hair suddenly, letting you fall back on the table weakly.

Your jaw went slack, eyes rolling back, when you felt him slide back into you with one smooth movement, settling back into his merciless pace, two hands holding your hips in a bruising grip - pounding you as if he hated you. You rested your head on the tear-soaked surface of the table, moving with every delicious thrust he gave you. With your eyes closed, you gave yourself completely to the sensation, to him.

He was everywhere, all around you, in your nose, your hair, your body, your mind, your soul.

„Fuck“, you heard him curse with a trembling breath. He had bunched up the fabric of your dress over your hips, watching his cock disappear inside you over and over again. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight – the way your glistening cunt swallowed him whole, coating his cock in your wetness was simply too much. The perverse sound of your slickness alone would drive him mad, he was sure of it.

He had to remind you that you were his, that he possessed you completely. He couldn't allow you to forget it - he had to ensure that the only thing he held dear in his life would never dare leave him. It was this wicked desire that drove him to insanity everytime he saw you with somebody else, somebody who wasn’t him.

„I own you“, he moaned, his hand had found its place in your hair again – twisting it threateningly when you didn’t respond. He didn’t allow you enough time to catch your breath, you had to concentrate to form any sensible words.

„I’m yours“, you responded hoarsely, without resistance this time. „Only yours, Aemond, yours, yours, yours…“ Like a prayer you mumbled the words – yet it felt like somebody else had put them there.

His eyes rolled back in his skull with a helpless groan at your admission. Those were the only words he ever wanted to hear you say - such a shame that he had to force them out of you brutally.

He could make you say anything he wanted, but your body was yours, still. You knew him like yourself, you anticipated what he would want, long before he said it out loud – so you wouldn’t give him the pleasure of reaching your peak on his cock simply because he told you to.

He could fuck you stupid, and you would refuse him what he most wanted – an admission of carnal weakness.

But the terror crept up on you slowly, and with your eyes wide with fear it dawned on you - this little rest of resistance had already been crushed. Your body had cruelly betrayed your mind.

The savage groan Aemond gave when he felt you clench around him wiped all thoughts from your mind. He didn’t withhold his moans, showing you so openly the pleasure your body gave him – it made you squeeze down on him again. It was raw, primal – beyond your control.

In an effort to stifle his groans he bent forward, sinking his teeth into your shoulder again, making sure to leave a mark.

„Your body knows it belongs to me“, he cooed. „No matter how convincingly you try to deny it.“

The hand that had been in your hair now moved around your hip, finding its way between your trembling thighs.

„N- no!“, you gasped, trying to squirm out of his grasp. „Aemond, please!“

Your humiliation would be complete should you give in to him now. You could pretend that he didn’t own your mind, but you couldn’t pretend with your body – it knew that it was his. It was honest. Always. And he knew it.

„Oh, you don’t want to reach your peak?“, he chuckled darkly.

„There’s no use in lying, wife. I can feel you clenching around me.“

He groaned again when your body proved him right.

„Your treacherous body belies your words.“

He knew that he had to draw your peak from you tenderly, he couldn’t brutally force it, like he forced those beautiful sounds from your throat.

The sudden sensation of his soft fingers overwhelmed you entirely – it was so in contrast to his harsh words and his merciless thrusts inside you. Your whole body was fragile now, having been so abandoned by loving touch that you jolted in his grip the moment his fingers gently made contact with the most delicate part of your body.

His other hand went to your shoulders, immediately pushing you down when he noticed you trying to get up again. You couldn’t let him do this, you couldn’t, you had to-

„Don’t - refuse me!“, he gritted out through clenched teeth. With his brow furrowed, he had to focus on his fingers on your cunt - he would come undone this very moment should he allow himself to take in the glorious sight in front of him, feel your writhing body underneath his hands, pushing him away and pulling him in at the same time.

„Please!“, you choked out. You didn’t know what you were begging for. For him to stop? For him to continue?

You had been prepared to withstand his roughness, thinking that he would use you for his own pleasure and then cast you aside. You had been starving for his kisses, adoring words and gentle caresses on your body – you had been so hungry for any sign of love that his unexpected soft touch on you now would make you fall apart.

The feeling of lightness cursed through you, as your mind went numb. Your body, however, felt his every move – outside of you, inside of you, around you, all at once.

The lighter you felt, the hotter the pleasure coiling in your stomach became - you tried to fight it until the end, defying the urge to give in to the warmth that spread from your innermost core – and then it effortlessly crashed over you in waves, pulling you under, drowning your resistance completely.

As if under water, you heard him come undone behind you, spilling himself inside you with choked moans and curses, gripping your hips so tightly, so painfully tight…

And then - floating. You were floating. He had pushed you too far. You didn’t feel anything anymore - you had slipped into a place where time had no meaning.

You felt weightless and then crushed down to earth again - heaviness and lightness played their ever-changing game with you.

You tried your best to find a way out of the fog in your mind, but you were just so tired, so utterly spent…You didn’t want to think, to fight, to do anything – surrendering to the divine nothingness seemed so inviting now, you wanted to stay in its warmth, to just float forever…

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Thou Shalt Not Covet

summary | Aemond is displeased to find his wife alone with his drunken brother.

pairing | aemond targaryen x wife!reader, unrequited aegon ii targaryen x reader

tags | 18+, MINORS DNI! oral sex (f), p in v sex, voyeurism, masturbation (m), angst, possessive aemond, aegon is kinda pathetic, Everyone Needs To Chill

wordcount | 5.8k

note | i owe aeg a written apology for this one, im sorry pooks </3 the idea for this came in a peach bellini-induced dream

likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated! <3

(dividers by @targaryen-dynasty)

It was nearing the hour of the bat, you had been sitting on your vanity chair, brushing your long locks when you heard the door to yours and Aemond’s marital chambers open. You perked up at the sound, turning with a smile on your face to greet your lord husband. He had been called away to the Tower of the Hand as soon as supper had ended, dealing with urgent matters of the realm while the king was nowhere to be seen. You jumped when the man standing in your room was not Aemond, but your good brother-in-law, Aegon. His cheeks were flushed, his stance wobbly, no doubt from the amount of wine he had consumed tonight. 

“Aegon!” You exclaimed. You quickly reached for your robe, covering your nightgown-clad figure to save yourself some modesty. “What in the Seven Hells are you doing here?”

The inebriated king jumped at the sight of you and the sound of his name. “Gods be good,” he said while steadying himself. He didn’t feel great, and the sight of you in your nightgown did nothing to ease his disorientation. He leaned a hand against the doorframe, rubbing a hand across his warm face, greeting you, “Sister.”

“Is something wrong, my king?” You asked, concerned with the faraway look in his eyes. You kept your distance still, wary of his grace’s well-known habits when deep in his cups. “If you are looking for Aemond, I am afraid he is still caught up in that meeting with your grandsire.”

“I just needed to get out, staying in these walls has given my mind no reprieve,” Aegon said with what you felt was an honest answer. He let out a heavy sigh, the corner of his lips dipping into a small frown. 

“I didn’t mean to startle you. I wanted to ask Aemond about his opinion on something important.” Aegon could scarcely remember the steps he had taken that lead him to your chambers, the small details of what he needed to say held in the slippery grip of his drunken stupor. The sting from his mother's hand on his cheek and the stabbing tone of her voice led him away from his seat in the council table, where he was needed, and into the tunnels that lead to the familiar path of his refuge. With a cup of ale in his hand and the boisterous ruckus of the alehouse, the king had forged himself a plan.

A ship to depart from the Bay by dawn. Essos. A crown for Aemond.

You were aware of Aegon being at the receiving end of his mother’s ire once more, no doubt escaping to his cups after their fight that had echoed through the halls of the Keep. You approached his leaning figure, coming to stand by the settee, patting down the cushions to invite him in. 

“Why don’t you sit? Aemond might be back in a few, and you look like the slightest poke would send your face to the mud, brother,” you offered. Though your brother-in-law was far from being as proper and honorable as your lord husband, you worried for him. Aegon wasn’t perfect, yet it would be hard to deny that he has struggled to find his place in the family. You have seen the gloom that always clouded his purple orbs, one he had tried to hide when he had sat the Iron Throne and the Conqueror’s crown was placed upon his head.

Aegon did as he was told, sinking into the seat with a heavy thud and a groan. Silence encompassed the room for a moment, the crackling of the hearth filling in the gaps between you and the king. He could feel himself sobering up fast, the fact that he was sitting with his brother’s wife, his beautiful wife, while Aemond was away had him flustered, his senses fighting through the cloudy haze of the liquor in his system.

“Your husband,” he managed, “is he really as praiseworthy as mother makes him out to be?” Aegon queried, his tone casual and light. You approached the seat across from him, pulling your robe tighter around your figure as you sat down.

“What do you think? He’s your brother. You have known what he is like much longer than I,” you responded, smiling at him softly. Your head tilted ever so slightly when you studied the elder Targaryen before you, how his plump cheeks were flushed and the skin under his eyes held perpetual lines of exhaustion. Aegon let out a low hum, twisting his lips while he stared into the fire. 

“Aemond has always been a good man. A bit of a brute, but a good man,” Aegon said, nodding, but then paused to consider his words. “I suppose I want to know…is he kind to you?”

“The most kind,” you smiled bashfully. The thoughts of your lord husband always brought about a warmth that painted your cheeks, especially the ones when his icy cold demeanor always melted around you, an occurrence he said was only possible with your power. A dreamy sigh left your lips as you longed to have him by your side at that moment, still eagerly awaiting his return from his duties. You turned to meet Aegon’s gaze, “I know it is hard to believe, but he is so good to me, your brother. I never expected our marriage to turn out this way. So… wonderful.”

A smile, slight at first, appeared on Aegon’s lips at the sight of your blissful face, whispering a small ‘good’, before returning his gaze to the hearth. Another beat of silence passed you before you spoke up once more. 

“And you and Helaena? Is everything alright?” You asked, inquiring about the state of Aegon and his sister-wife, to which Aegon only gave a small shrug.

 “You know Helaena, Inever know how she feels about anything,” he said with a rueful smile on his lips. You frowned at his words, feeling bad with how quickly his smile dropped once he finished speaking.

“Helaena, she…” you trailed off, trying to find the right words to approach the subject. 

“She is so special. She’s not like the rest of us. She is bestowed with gifts that I don’t think any of us truly understand, nor can she fully carry the weight of. She needs someone to carry that weight with her, Aegon. I know you try for her, but it all just requires time. Give her time to open up to you, brother. Don’t force it out of her,” you advised. The king’s eyes sparkled when they stared at you while you spoke, attentive and awake. The corner of his plump lips quirked up at your words, breathing out a huff.

​​“She does seem fragile, doesn’t she?” Aegon said. You watched as Aegon fiddled with his thumbs, a twinge in your heart at the sight of him. It was no secret the king and queen had an unconventional relationship, with them being brother and sister, coupled with their utterly contrasting personalities. Even with children, Aegon and Helaena had never found their rhythm with each other, and the gaps in their marriage were only intensified whenever it was held in contrast to yours and Aemond’s marriage.

“How do you put up with his moods? Aemond, I mean,” Aegon suddenly asked with a small grin, eager to change the subject. “He’s not a pleasant man when he’s in a temper, to put it mildly.”

The surprise on your face was evident as the conversation shifted back to you, a small chuckle leaving your lips at his words. 

“Oh, believe me, I have tried many ways to deal with that fiery temper of his,” you laughed along with Aegon. “I am no dragon, I find no use in fighting fire with fire, though it has taken a bit of creativity to tame that temper of his.” 

A suggestive glint in your eyes twinkled as you spoke, giggling when Aegon let out a boisterous laugh in understanding. He was visibly surprised by his good sister’s candor, one he had not something he had expected out of you.

“And I bet you’ve been successful at it too, haven’t you?” He asked, cackling when you clamped a hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter.

“Quite a bit, yes!” you agreed, a proud smile on your lips. Aegon shook his head at you, his shoulders bouncing with the laughter that bubbled from his chest.

The ease that flowed between both of you took Aegon by surprise. If only he could have more moments with you like this, perhaps he’d be a better man, a better king, even. No wonder Aemond had been so taken with you. His brooding brother had taken on a lightness to him since you had entered his life, one Aegon had first thought was quite bizarre to see in the one-eyed prince at first, but now he understood. You held the power to make any man change his ways with a single smile.

“Gods be good. That man is lucky to have you.”

Your mischievous smile turned into one of fondness at the king’s words, your longing for your lord husband growing all the more the longer he was missing from your side. 

“No luckier than I to have him as my husband,” you responded, earning a low hum from the king. Large round eyes, ones he bore from his mother, turned to look at you, glimmering against the warm glow from the fireplace. You fiddled with your fingers with uncertainty when you caught the change in his gaze, the warmth of his amethyst orbs turning to that of hidden longing. You knew this wasn’t because of love for you, it couldn’t be. You assumed the king merely craved the stability and trust that yours and Aemond’s marriage had, but you couldn’t deny the way he looked at you at times, a look almost too similar to that your husband held for you. 

It was best to probably dismiss your brother-in-law for the sake of being proper, but you just didn’t have it in you to leave him on his own for the night, not when the murky sorrow returned to his eyes, replacing the light your presence had stoked. You cleared your throat, the air in the room suddenly turning prickly. 

“I’m sorry that Aemond is taking so long. Why don’t you lay for a bit while you wait, brother? The daybed is quite comfortable,” you offered. Aegon instantly refused, not wanting to impose in your own chambers.

“No, no, I should go. I will be alright, princess,” he reassured, though the way your face held uncertainty made him falter. There was no doubt anyone who would come upon him in the halls would immediately know of his whereabouts, with his messy silver tresses, half-open doublet, and the smell of cheap mead that he exuded. Hells, when did he lose one of his rings?

You managed to convince him to settle by the daybed, promising to wake him upon Aemond’s return. It took little effort for him to fall asleep, the liquor in his system quickly submitting him to the depths of slumber. You fetched some furs to drape over his sleeping figure, soft snores resonating from the daybed. A sigh left your lips at the state of the elder Targaryen, worried about how he had been coping with the weight of the crown upon his shoulders.

 You were on your side of the bed, engrossed in your reading when your husband finally returned from his duties. You looked at Aemond in worry when he eyed his brother’s sleeping figure, his features immediately merging into one of anger and confusion after finding his wife and his brother all alone at night. 

“What the hell is he doing in our chamber?” He asked, his tone harsh. 

“Aemond..” You said softly, putting away your book before rising to approach him. Your arms came up to caress his biceps, soothing him. “He came looking for you, husband. Your brother is troubled, he waited for your return to talk to you about it,” you explained, hoping your husband would see reason and put away his anger, though his furrowed brows let you know that you shouldn’t get too hopeful. 

“I don’t care what he was looking for. King or not, he should know better than to intrude on my wife,” Aemond said, his anger still not waning while his voice rose. He was about to say more when you squeezed his biceps, a frown on your features. His own immediately softened, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips. “You shouldn’t be around him when he’s like this.” 

“I know, I know. But I was worried for him. I couldn’t just turn him away, my love,” you explained. Your hands drifted down to take hold of his fisted palms, making him unclench to let you take his hands in yours. 

“I should have made you aware of his being here. He needed someone to talk to, husband. I told him to lie down while he waited for you, but I fear the wine has gotten the best of him.” You pressed kisses to your husband’s wrists, placing his calloused palms to cup your face. Your eyes met his good one as it studied you, your feet taking a small step closer to his warmth.

“Was there anything he told you?” Aemond asked. You both looked at his sleeping figure. Aegon's snores had stopped, but he still lay peacefully asleep on your daybed. 

“He asked about our wellbeing but that was about it.” You half-lied. You thought it best to keep your conversation with the elder Targaryen between yourselves, something only you understood. 

Aemond’s apprehension of having his brother around his wife was something he did not hide, well aware of his hidden desire and admiration for his lady. The thought of you and Aegon spending time alone in your marital chambers while he was away took all of him not to strangle his sleeping brother if it weren’t for your soft presence. He could laugh at the incredulity of the circumstances, his brother having clearly wasted no time to seize the opportunity in his absence. 

The one-eyed prince stepped away from your grasp, turning away to rid himself of his day clothes. You bit your lip anxiously as he continued to spare glares at his slumbering brother. You approached him once more, standing in front of him. Your hands caressed his chest while he pulled you in by your waist, craving your touch after hours of being away. You planted a small kiss on his cheek for comfort, and another one on his lips. 

“I think it best for you to talk to him, my love. You both understand each other the best, after all,” you said softly. Your husband let out another angry sigh despite your kisses. How sweet you were, nothing but goodness in the fibers of your being. In his heart of hearts, he wished it weren’t so, that this kindness was only reserved for him, your lord husband, that way he would be saved from the many who feel smitten by your charms, his own brother for one. 

“I have no wish to even look at him,” Aemond snapped, looking away from you. He shook his head, knowing what he wanted to say, but being unable to bring himself to do it. “I just don’t like it. He looks at you, covets you.”

“Aemond..” you started, but you sighed as your husband gave you a warning look. 

“I swear to you, husband. He merely came with the intent to talk to you tonight. He was proper with me,” you promised, cupping his face in trying to reassure him, but his sharp jaw had stayed clenched. Your face dropped, frowning when he still refused to look at you.

“Darling,” you beckoned. You dipped your head to meet his gaze, a silent plea of understanding in your countenance when you stared at each other. You watched Aemond study your face with a cold glint. 

Seeing your husband still aggravated by your current situation, you knew you had to do something to calm him, lest he did something irrational to the sleeping king in your midst.

Tentatively, you pressed your lips against his in a kiss. You felt him soften ever so slightly, deepening the kiss when his hand caressed your cheek, his thumb tracing over your cheekbone. When you pulled away, you pressed your forehead against your husband’s, his hot breath fanning over your face.

“What was that for?” Aemond asked, his tone still hardened.

“Missed you,” You mumbled against his lips, kissing him once more. It was quick to escalate, with Aemond taking the lead. His tongue prodded its way into your mouth, exploring your warm cavern while a whine emitted deep from your throat at your husband’s ministrations. You felt his hands wander down to your waist to settle on her arse with a firm squeeze. Breathless you pulled away, though your husband’s firm grip bid you to stay pressed against his chest. 

“I do not want this happening again,” Aemond said quietly, a hint of anger still in his voice. His jealousy flared, a heat rising in his head that inhibited him to think clearly. It was irrational, and he hated that it was so, but he did not know how to let it go. 

“You are my wife,” Aemond practically growled. You nodded at him obediently, whispering, “I am all yours, Aemond. Always,” before surging forward to kiss him again.

“I love you,” the prince said as the kiss broke. “I am yours, and you are mine.”

You had barely reciprocated the words before Aemond was kissing you again, this time more urgent and passionate as you grew more heated. His lips traveled to your neck, sucking and kissing while his hands gripped you behind. You had almost let your eyes roll back into your skull in pleasure when you barely remembered that Aegon still lay asleep in your chambers. 

“Darling… Your brother….” You trailed off, barely getting the words out while your husband pressed his growing stiffness into your center. “He is still sleeping there, my love.”

“Let him watch if he wants. It’s what he does anyway,” Aemond said, his voice coming out with barely any volume to it with his face still pressed into your neck. He had enough for the moment, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on forever.

“Aemond,” you warned, an unsure glint in your eye. You weren’t sure if this was some sort of sick power play your husband was doing to assert his possession over his wife to his brother, but you were still apprehensive about the whole ordeal. And yet, the heat that pooled in your center coupled with the look the silver-haired man held before you was making your rationality jump out the window. 

The longer you made your husband wait, the more you saw his temper rise again. You quickly kissed him once more, letting your lord husband do whatever he wanted for the night.  You pushed the idea of being intimate while Aegon lay asleep and risked being watched when he woke into the back of your mind, focusing on her and Aemond alone. It would be a lie to say the idea of getting caught and watched didn’t excite you at all. The idea of your prince asserting his possession over you in front of another man made you feel heated, wanted, and highly desirable. After all, Aegon was fully asleep anyway. 

Time to get creative.

Aegon was in fact, not asleep. He had woken up the moment Aemond returned, but continued to lay with his eyes closed upon hearing his brother’s anger at his intrusion. He knew if he were to awaken there was a good chance of a big fight breaking out between them, perhaps of Aemond even killing him right then and there. 

And so, he continued to pretend to be asleep while he listened to Aemond’s rage and his wife’s attempts to soothe him. Even with just listening, the elder could tell how easily the lady’s soft demeanor warmed his brother’s cold one. His heart thumped wildly against his chest, forcing his eyes to remain shut.

Amidst hushed whispers, his ears perked up in curiosity when he heard a wet smacking, then another, and then another. Hushed whispers again, and then the sound of kissing continued once more. From where the daybed was situated in their chambers, Aegon only needed to crane his neck slightly to the side and crack his eyes open just a hair to see you and Aemond in a passionate embrace. Despite the darkness brought about by the dying embers of the hearth, he could still see how his brother’s hand wandered, squeezing and caressing his wife. He saw how you kissed him with such passion, one he was unsure any lady had ever done with him. Jealousy burned within him, while heat pooled in his chest at the sight of the two lovers. He was a fool to continue to listen, to witness what was before him, but Aegon couldn’t find the strength to look away. What the king wouldn’t give for her to be doing that to him, to hold her in his arms. He was sickened with desire.

The younger prince led you to the bed, where he bunched up your nightgown to your hips before descending his lips upon your core. Aemond had an inkling that his brother would awaken, a sick desire to show the king what was his overwhelmed him. Lost in the depths of the mindnumbing pleasure that devoured your wit, you were none the wiser with your husband’s little game. He was wary enough to cover your bareness with his body, though the sweet sounds emanating from your lips were hard to stifle. Still, your husband had no complaints. 

Your husband was like a man starved, devouring your sweet ambrosia like it was the water that gave him life. You bit back the mewls that threatened to escape your mouth, though your efforts were futile as they only grew in volume with your impending release.

“Aemond, the curtain,” you mumbled before a moan cut off your words. You reached out to the curtain hanging from your bedpost, urging your husband to cover you for the sake of decency. If he even heard your word, he paid them no mind while he continued to fuck you with his tongue. His nose nuzzled against your pearl, the sparks of pleasure shooting from your nub sending you into a dizzying haze. Your release washed over you like the tide, and you had barely been granted a moment of reprieve to see if Aegon had been disturbed before your husband had freed his cock, sparing no second and breaching your walls. 

You threw your head back into the feather mattress, a breathless whine escaping your lips as he rutted into you at an unforgiving pace. Your hands clung onto your husband’s shoulders while you willed yourself to stay mindful of the noise, yet you couldn’t help the soft whines of your husband’s name that left your lips, much to the one-eyed prince’s delight. 

Aegon’s cock strained painfully in his breeches at the sweet sounds you were making for his brother. His hand twitched to rub at his bulge, and he subtly covered his lap with a cushion to pleasure himself. From his view, he was only granted the sight of his brother’s back while your legs wrapped around his trim waist, but the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin made Aegon’s skin tingle and his cock jump against his palm. He rubbed himself in tandem with the rhythm of the bedframe’s creaking, praying that the darkness of the room made it so that neither of you would catch him in the act. 

Aemond surged forward to meet your lips in a kiss that was a mess of teeth, tongue, and spit. His pace remained relentless, determined to make you fall apart on his cock while his brother helplessly watched. One quick look behind him and he had seen Aegon, crowned king of the Seven Kingdoms, pathetically jerking himself off to the sight of him fucking his wife. Aemond may have once coveted the crown placed upon his brother’s head and the glory that came along with it, but for once he had something his brother wanted. Nothing else would ever come above the warmth of your embrace and the sweet nectar from between your thighs. As a second son he would be bestowed no lands, no legacy, and no other glory, but what more would a man need than a wife who sang the loveliest melody while he split her open with his cock?

Your nails dug into the hard planes of Aemond’s back as he drove you further into your second peak. It was all overwhelming, the caution of keeping quiet, the mind-numbing pleasure of your prince’s cock driving into your cunt, and his grunts of pleasure in your ear, coupled with the electrifying sparks of his thumb playing with your pearl. 

“Do you like this, dear wife? Making me fuck you while your king lay asleep in our chambers? Is this what you wanted, hm? Is this what you wanted me to do?” Aemond growled in your ear, punctuating each query with a harsh thrust. You could only whine and whimper in response, while the warmth in your belly only grew higher, and higher, until it spread all over like cold water, making you spill around Aemond’s cock while you moaned in ecstasy. 

Behind you, Aegon bit his lip harshly as he spilled into his breeches, the sounds of your release driving him towards his. He pressed his face into the cushion to hide his panting, his skin growing heated with the humid air of sex that filled the room. 

Aemond soon spurted his own seed into your core, the pulsing of your walls milking him dry while his thrusts slowed. He collapsed on top of you for a moment, breathing in the scent of your damp skin while he caught his breath. 

“I love you.” He said against your skin, this time without the anger behind his words.

You caressed your husband’s hair while he continued to lay on top of you, equally feeling as boneless with his weight engulfing you comfortingly like a blanket. 

“I love you,” you whispered in response. “There is nothing else I desire for in this world other than you, my love.”

Aegon felt an odd twinge in his chest at your words. For a moment, just a few seconds, he fantasized you had uttered those words to him, and you were his.

After regaining your senses, you lifted your head slightly to take a peek at Aegon. From the view where you lay, it looked to you that the king remained peacefully asleep despite you and your husband’s activities. Though the darkness in the room betrayed you, making it hard for you to actually see the tear that had streaked down his cheek.

“I guess that didn’t wake him up,” you mused. Aemond merely hummed in response, his face still buried in the crook of your neck.

“No, he can sleep through anything. Must be nice.” Aemond said quietly. He bit back the smirk at your blissful unawareness, moving to lay on his back before pulling you to his chest.

“Will you promise me that you will talk to him? On the morrow?” you asked, looking up at him with hope. Your husband nodded, sealing his promise with a kiss on your forehead. He pulled the covers over the both of you, rubbing your back while you drifted off into slumber. Your husband held you tight through the night, pleasantly satisfied. 

You remained asleep when Aemond had gotten up just as the sun broke through the horizon, pulling away from you to prepare for his morning training. After getting dressed in his training clothes, Aemond approached his brother’s sleeping figure on the daybed, nudging him awake. He threw a spare training jacket to Aegon, which covered his confused face, dazed with exhaustion. 

“Get up,” Aemond said coldly, eyeing his brother with indifference. “You’re going to train with me.” 

The kind did not appreciate his brother's prodding. He would have preferred to sleep for another hour if Aemond would allow it, but he also knew his brother rarely allowed things that he, himself did not have a preference for, and so Aegon rose from the daybed with great annoyance, and a deep sense of contempt. He let out a groan when he stretched his aching limbs, the exhaustion from the previous night still coursing through his muscles. Aegon had been talking a little too loud for Aemond’s liking, who turned to his brother to quiet him. 

“Shut it. Do not disturb my wife,” he hissed, eyeing your sleeping figure when you slightly stirred. Aegon rolled his eyes at his brother’s order, though obediently changing his dirty doublet for his brother’s gambeson. 

“You’re one to talk about disturbing others in their sleep,” the king grumbled under his breath. Aemond merely let out a breathy chuckle at his brother’s words. 

This idiot. Subtlety was never his strong suit.

While Aegon finished up the last buckle of his garment, Aemond kneeled one knee on the bed to lean over your sleeping figure, planting a small kiss on your forehead. You let out a small dreamy hum in response, still deep into the throes of your slumber. Aemond pulled up the furs to cover you better, before turning to Aegon and leading him outside.

The morning air was crisp when the brothers descended the steps to the training yard. Few littered about, mostly servants running around in preparation for the day. The surprise in their gaze was undeniable at witnessing their king awake so early, the sight of him in the training yard with his brother clearly not a usual occurrence. 

The brothers sparred together, or rather, Aegon was pathetically dodging his brother’s attacks while Aemond swung at him with a skilled ease. It was clear there was a tension between the two, one they were both well aware of the reason why. With only a few hits in, Aegon had already begun to pant, the years of his negligence in his sword training catching up to him quickly.

“I hope the satisfaction you get from this helps to quench the fire in your cock, brother,” the king taunted, heaving.

“There’s only one person who can quench the fire in my cock, and it certainly isn’t you,” Aemond retorted, indifference coating his tone but a smirk decorated his lips.  “My wife tells me you had something to say to me. What was so important you chose to intrude on my wife in the middle of the night?”

Aegon held up a hand in defeat, dropping his sword carelessly into the dirt before bending over to lean his hands on his knees. He took deep breaths while he willed himself not to vomit, the wine in his stomach not settling well with the strenuous ordeal he found himself in so early in the morning.

Essos. His crown for freedom. All of those now seemed like a faraway dream, with the way his brother looked down on him with an unhidden contempt, the effort would be completely futile.

“I thought we could talk, as brothers. Yet standing here in front of you know, I see that is far likely to happen, Aemond,” Aegon said, resignation in his tone. His brother scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief.

​​“Talk,” Aemond said, his voice filled with sarcasm. He let out a small chuckle, grabbing a rag to wipe his sword.

“We can talk,” Aemond expressed, his tone carrying a feigned lightness that perturbed Aegon. “Just not about your little obsession with my wife, brother.”

“My obsession?” Aegon responded, incredulous. He looked at Aemond in utter disbelief, who continued to clean his sword calmly.

“If anyone is obsessing about someone here, Aemond, it is not me. You are so angry and possessive and jealous of me that you cannot stand for me to be in a room with her. I would almost think you were afraid of being bested by me,” Aegon said, his lips curling into a sneer. His brother halted in the middle of his wiping, the hand holding the hilt of his sword gripping the handle tight. Aegon gulped at the sight, wary of the younger’s growing temper. Aemond turned to the king, narrowing his good eye at him.

“I do not fear you, Aegon. Do not pretend,” he said, an eerie calmness in his tone. Aegon took a careful step back as his brother stepped forward, crossing his arms behind his back. “I wouldn’t give a shit about you being around her if I didn’t know your damned thoughts about her. She is mine.”

Aegon’s clenched jaw mirrored Aemond’s. His brother’s words left him with no reasonable defense. His affection for his brother’s wife was now out in the open, and he feared the repercussions. 

“How do you know what I think of her? What makes you think I even want her?” Aegon responded, anger in his voice. 

“It is because I know you, Aegon. You are predictable, you grow wide-eyed at the first thing that you believe would grant you the smallest ounce of affection. It is pitiful, really, especially for a king,” Aemond sneered. Any snark rebuttal Aegon had died on his lips as he shrunk in the weight of his brother’s gaze. The younger prince’s stare was piercing, jabbing through Aegon’s skin, prodding at his bare bones. “If I see you making eyes at her again, I swear to it, there won’t be enough blood left in your body to even cry to the Gods that they might spare you.”

Aegon could only stare at his brother, his response sending a chill down his spine. He had never feared the younger prince before, in all his physical prowess and ruthlessness, but as they stood in the quiet yard, he had begun to falter.

“All this for a woman, brother?” Aegon asked, voice low as he could only stare at his younger brother. Aemond huffed, standing tall over his king. 

“Yes,” Aemond said. “Over this woman.”

But I am your brother, Aegon wanted to say, but he could only stare.

“Don’t take it personally, brother. If any other man were standing in front of me, I would have said the same thing,” Aemond said, tilting his head mockingly. The one-eyed prince ignored the nagging in his consciousness, one that resembled his mother’s stern voice.

‘We must protect our own,’ she would always say, though as her sons now stood face to face, they couldn’t be more of a threat to each other. Perhaps he had gone too far, but he couldn’t let the fucker have more than he deserved. He already had the crown, the Conqueror’s name. He loved his brother, the gods know he did, but he would breathe fire onto the seven kingdoms if it meant it kept you by his side. 

Aegon could only sigh in defeat, kicking a small pebble by his feet as he sniffled.

“She is all yours, Aemond, do not fret. You have made that very clear. I shall take my leave, this conversation has certainly been the most… fruitful,” Aegon said, smiling sarcastically. The elder turned before Aemond could respond, walking back into the Keep.

Watching Aegon walk away, Aemond pondered on the weight of his words, what this would mean for you and for Aegon, realizing too late what he had failed to do. 

“Fuck,” he said beneath his breath. He closed his eye exasperatedly, stretching his neck backwards to face the sky. “My wife is going to kill me.”

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Ewan Mitchell getting bitten by a goat on the set of The Last Kingdom

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EWAN MITCHELL MOVIES & SERIES BOARD

2017-2024

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You know I’m glad to know Ewan has dogs just means he doesn’t have a Dog allergy or maybe hopefully any pet allergies ❤️❤️ the more you know 😊 also he likes camping from that interview supposedly even better which means he prefers nature maybe too? ❤️ the more you learn about somebody 🥰

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That scene with Aemond doesn’t leave my head and seriously makes me think of what if you’re married to him. And right after B&C, he comes back to your shared chambers, completely filled with different emotions. You’re standing in front of your vanity, brushing your hair and getting ready for bed. You hardly have any time to speak as he presses himself against your back, before turning you around to kiss you. It‘s hungry, urgent, and soon enough his hands start to peel your nightgown off of your body. But you don‘t stop him. When you’re naked, he commands you to get on the bed, and it‘s also the first night he fully undresses, even the eyepatch. While you’re completely in awe, he climbs on the bed and devours your lips with his again. There‘s little to no foreplay when he sheathes him inside of you, making himself at home between your parted legs. His thrusts are relentless and merciless, all but pounding you into oblivion. It‘s something you haven‘t experienced with him before. He‘s rough, not as careful and tender as usual, and truly fucks you as if he‘s on a mission — as if he has something to prove. You have a hard time keeping your eyes open, each thrust harsh enough to make your moans catch in your throat. Your nails drag over his chest, and even though he hisses at the pain, it also seems like he‘s relishing in it, content he feels something. He praises you through it, claiming how good you’re taking it, what a good girl you are, that you‘re his and he‘ll never let you go again. But suddenly something changes. He becomes quiet and you feel something wet dripping onto your cheek, and since you assume it to be sweat, you don‘t expect to see tears running down his cheeks, the sapphire eye glistening in the dim light. You look up at him, cupping his cheeks to make him look at you. He stops on his own accord, and when you pull him in to tenderly kiss his lips, he immediately goes to curl into your lap, pulling his knees to his chest and laying his head in your lap. It happens so quickly, and you‘re truly surprised to see him so emotional, but instead of asking what it is, you just sit there in silence, carding your fingers through his silver strands until the sobs grow quieter and more shallow, indicating he‘s fallen asleep.

gif credit goes to aunty @lady-phasma and don’t mind me this was written by me half asleep

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Soft and Innocent

18+ Aemond x Sister Reader(OC.)

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Soft and Innocent Part V 18+ Aemond x Sister Reader(OC.)

Warnings: 18+ Content, Kissing Heavy petting, nudity, hand jobs, ejaculations, Dry Humping, neck biting, breast kissing, grinding, corrupting, overwhelming desires, denial and purity kink (I am assuming that is what its called....Bro wont do the deed yet as he rather keep her pure for now.) Body worship?

A/N: Very lengthy and a lot more NSFW content in this chapter.....Stepping deeper into Smut in this part.....Sorry no P n V yet but tons of Foreplay and such.....But very fluffy and angst but also steamy and smutty....Hope y'all enjoy Tried my best....may not have good grammar or proper punctuation....apologies in advance.....Characters behavior may not be canon but please remember its all AU scenarios for the fun of it....Enjoy the chapter. :)))))

As time went on over the span of a few weeks, after their intimate night he would come to see her more often during the day after his training  and in the evenings after dinner. They would eat together and sit in the Godswood, they would talk and joke and he even taught her how to properly swing a sword, but no matter how much or long time had passed he couldn't stop thinking about her and how much he desperately longed to be in her presence again and hold her in his arms once more.

When Aemond had to go off to do his duties for his mother and the crown, he would send her little gifts through different servants, flowers and small gifts. He wanted her to know that she was never far from his thoughts. After about a week and a half, from constant back to back assignments and other princely duties,he had a moment to himself and he knew what he needed more than ever, he needed to visit her in her chambers. He needed to see her, to hold her, he could not wait anymore. Once he arrived outside of Seanna's bedchambers. He knocked on the door to her chambers after supper had passed.

Seanna was readying herself for bed when she heard the knocking and she had a feeling she knew who it was. She gussied herself up and threw on her robe messily, not even bothering to close it modestly.

Seanna rushed to the door, her robe loosely on her body and she opened the door seeing it was her beloved brother Aemond. 

“Aemond…” She said smiling happily and pulled him into her room.

His eyes instantly went to her robe and he couldn't stop from smiling when she said his name. As she pulled him into the room he closed the door behind him and once the door was shut and they were inside her room alone he pulled her close and held her in his arms. He groaned softly and he buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deep, taking in her scent.

Seanna sighs and giggles, allowing him more access by tilting her head more for him.

Aemond breathed heavily against her, gently nuzzling and kissing her neck while his arms tightened around her waist and he gently held her against him. He loved the smell of her hair and her skin, he loved holding her and wrapping his arms around her, he never wanted it to end.

Seanna smiled and kissed along his jaw when she could.

He groaned again as he felt her lips on his neck and jaw. He slowly raised his head up and cupped her cheek. He gently traced her skin with the back of his knuckles. His gaze was heavy and he stared down at her with heavy lidded eyes as he gently leaned down and kissed her lips, she kissed him back willingly.

He tilted his head as he continued to kiss her. His other hand slowly traced up her side and he slid his hand up her back slowly. The feel of her mouth and the taste of her lips made his stomach do flips. He had missed her for the past week, more than he ever thought he would.

“Oh brother please….” She begged against his lips.

He groaned upon her begging and at the feeling of her pleading against his lips. He began to nibble on her bottom lip gently while he kissed her and his hand gently caressed the back of her neck. He gently pushed her backwards slightly till she felt her back make contact with the wall.

Seanna sighed and they continued their lip dance against one another,

Aemond felt her against the wall and he pressed his body against hers fully. Feeling her press back against him like this made him groan and his body begin to burn for her. He gently slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting more of her while his hand began to gently tug at her robe.

“Take it off ....Brother.” She panted and kissed him. She was so hot for him now she didn't even care that she called him her brother. She just wanted him and she couldn't explain why. It went beyond everything she knew, she just needed him like he needed her.

As she whispered the words against his lips he kissed her deeper and harder for a moment. Then he groaned and he grasped at the ends of her robe and he started to unwind it while his mouth ravaged her neck and he was slowly undoing the garment.

“Aemond…” She panted totally submitting to his desires now.

He continued to work on her robe and once it was undone and loosened he gently slid one side of it down her shoulder and he began to kiss her now exposed skin. He pressed his lips in open mouth kisses down her shoulder and to her chest.

She moaned out and closed her eyes and tilted her head back against the wall. 

“Aemond.”  She gasped out his name and his tongue made contact with her heated skin.

He continued to lick and kiss the skin of her chest. He felt her warm skin press softly against his mouth and he groaned while his teeth gently nibbled on her skin. He could feel her heartbeat, feel her heavy and ragged breathing and her panting as she gave little gasps and cries.

“Oh.....brother.....that feels ......good." She gasped out as her body trembled slightly from the contact. Her body felt tingly and shivered and she was completely at his mercy now as he sucked on her warm skin.

He groaned and grunted against her skin as he continued his ministrations. The little gasps and cries she made were like music to his ears and her taste was addicting. He began to leave hickeys on her chest and his hands slowly reached back behind her to reach for the rest of her robe.

She shivered again from each new kiss and each mark he left on her skin. Her body began to feel warm and shaky as she moaned out softly. She loved the feeling of his kisses and the gentle bite and sting as he left his marks of affection along her skin,

Seanna whimpered and tugged his hair slightly. “Please....” She whimpered.

He groaned lowly against her skin as he felt her tug at his hair. Then he lifted his head from her chest to look up at her. The sight of her flushed and panting in front of him and her eyes heavily lidded made his stomach do flips and his body ache for her. He gently reached up to cup her cheek and he leaned up to her and gently kissed her lips. Once their lips met he pushed the robe off of her completely and it fell to the floor. Leaving her completely bare in front of him.

“Gods, you're beautiful.” He spoke softly looking at her. His gaze went all over body , taking in the sight of her bare body. His eyes roamed over her soft looking skin and he was completely at her mercy now. His eyes finally met her gaze once more. His eyes were almost pleading with her to continue, to give in. He didn't want to stop now but only if she wanted to.

Seanna bit her lips when his gaze fell upon her face again and she looked at his face and his eyepatch before speaking, “Take your eyepatch off Lēkia ….” she begged.

He raised his hand up to his eyepatch but before he removed it he looked at her and he spoke in a gentle voice to her. “Are you sure you want to see it?”

She looked at him, seeing his hesitation and she looked at him nodding. “It didn't frighten me as a girl....it doesn't frighten me now. Lēkia.”  She assured reaching her hand up caressing his face for a moment before lowering it and moving aside some of his long hair on his shoulder.

He stared at her for a moment then at her words he gently took off his patch and showed her his sapphire eye and his half scarred face. He was afraid for her to look at it again but she was not the same little girl he had to remind himself of. She was no longer shy and unsure, she had grown into a confident beautiful young woman and they had come a long way from those days.

She smiled and stood up more and her hand caressed his face. “So handsome Lēkia….”

He chuckled gently and he closed his eyes as he basked in her touch. “You're just saying that Sister.” He mumbled softly as he opened his eye and looked at her once more. He leaned into her touch and continued to look at her with a gentle but pleading gaze. Her gentle touch and presence and soft voice helped him to relax and he felt at ease in her presence knowing she would never judge or laugh at him in his scar.

“Never Brother.” Seanna whispered gently to him.

He groaned loudly and all but leapt at her. He gently wrapped his arms around her waist and he pulled her tightly against him. He gently pressed his body against her body and into her and he nuzzled into her neck. His breath was heavy and he gently began to kiss her neck again. His body felt so hot against hers and he felt a need for her.

“Dear brother….” She hummed as she lets him do whatever he wanted.

He groaned at the sound of her voice and he began to gently nibble and bite gently the skin of her neck. His hands reached down and gently began to explore and massage her soft skin. He reached down further and grasped her thighs as he lifted her up gently and his mouth continued to feast on her skin.

“Oh Aemond….” She moaned and shivered from his touch on her skin. She loved this feeling that she could not explain. She loved the tingles and thrills she would feel as he kissed and bit and sucked on her flesh. Her hands roamed on his chest and she gently gripped his shirt tightly. She wished the shirt was off and she could feel his hot skin on her heated body too.

“Please brother....” She begged.

He groaned once more deeply as he heard her words and her soft voice as she begged him. He couldn't deny her or himself any longer. “Whatever....you wish, sweet sister.” He gently spoke the words against her skin between the kisses and bites he continued to assault her skin with. He held her up pressed against the wall for a moment more then gently turned and walked the few steps to the bed and gently laid her down

Seanna shivered as she was laid out for him and her heartbeat picked up at his words. She couldn't stop the shivers as she laid on the bed.. Her body was hot and flushed and she looked at him with pleading eyes that he should continue..

His gaze was heavy lidded as he looked down at her on the bed. He took in her flushed look and her pleading eyes and he groaned once more. Then he kneeled on the bed and began to work on the buttons of his shirt. He unbuttoned the first couple of his shirt and he slowly pulled it off and tossed it from the bed. “Tell me...what you want then.”

She looked at him all flustered and she just whined not knowing what to ask.

He chuckled hearing her whine. He was so amused by her innocence and her inexperience. He hovered over her on the bed while he gently slid his hand along her thigh. “Sensitive Sister....tell me what you want.” He whispered her ear in a teasing almost daring way, just to see what she'd say. As he said the words he gently bit her earlobe.

“I...want you brother." She whined more and she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck and began to pepper his throat with kisses.

He continued to groan and he was breathing heavily as she kissed his throat. Then he reached down with his other hand and grasped her thigh while he moaned the words. “Sister.....tell me how.” He moaned and he began to gently massage her thigh as he felt her mouth and her kisses on his throat. Seanna sighed and huffed. 

“I.....I.....I don't…..”  She said trying to think of how he could please her.

He smirked now and as he listened to her huff out an answer he gently nipped and kissed her bottom lip. 

“It's alright sister, I shall figure out how to pleasure you.” He gently spoke with a sultry and teasing tone in his voice while he spoke and his breath was hot and heavy against her lips. Then he lowered his mouth against her neck and he began to kiss her skin again.

She mewled as she felt his breath, it sent a shiver through her body from her spine to her toes and a whimper escaped her lips. She couldn't help how weak she felt when he touched her and his words just made it all the more intense. Her body felt hot and she felt something building up in her she had never felt before. A burning that felt like fire deep within her core.

He groaned hearing her whimper and he felt her shiver. He continued to kiss and lick her neck. Her whimpers and gasps were so sweet and he could feel her squirming just a little bit as he held her. Her body was so hot against his body and he felt it all. He wanted her to feel good just as he did and so he gently moved his mouth down to her chest as he continued to kiss her.

She felt his mouth on her skin and she moaned out. The feeling of his mouth on her chest was like a jolt of electricity through her entire body. She arched her back a little and she gently grasped at his hair to hold him there. “Please Aemond .....please.” She pleaded as she felt his hot mouth on her heaving chest.

As she begged and pleaded and her soft and sweet sounding moans filled his ears he groaned against her skin. His tongue began to lick and tease her skin as he continued to kiss her chest. He loved the sweet sounds she made and the taste of her hot skin. He loved the small gasps and soft cries she made as he kissed her and it only fueled him to please her further as he continued to lick and suck

Her body was all tingly as he suckled upon her breasts with such affection making her body ache for him even more she laid there whimpering and trembling.

He held her steady and as he gently sucked and licked her breasts he groaned lowly, as he gently massaged and moved her thighs. As her body continued to tremble and she lay there in a tingly mess he could tell she was enjoying his ministrations and it only encouraged him to continue. His body also burned and ached for her and his hips gently rocked on top of hers while he continued to assault her breast with a heated passion.

“Disrobe....” she panted. 

“Completely…” She begged, tugging at his hair.

Hearing her words he was still showering her chest with affection, he groaned then immediately lifted his head to look up at her and he gently pressed his lips into hers in a kiss before he nodded his head. “Alright, sweet sister.” He whispered against her lips. Anything for you. He gently pulled away from her, then he reached down to unbutton his trousers before he quickly pulled them off and he completely disrobed. He had removed them so quickly he now knelt on the bed completely bare and the sight of her bare and heated body made his breath hitch in his throat..

Seanna eyes him and his lean body she sat up slightly panting as she gazed upon him and tilted her head back looking at him before her eyes land upon what was between his legs hardened and aroused was his girth and she blushed even more seeing how it looked all due to her.

He noticed her eye his naked body and as he looked down at her he saw her stare down at him between his legs. He felt so exposed and bare in front of her as she looked at him and the sight made his face go hot and his cheeks redden. Yet he also found it kind of exciting and he felt a thrill at the sight of the way she looked at him as if he were delicious. “Do.......you like.....watching me......Sister?” Seanna blushed looking up at him and nodded bashfully.

He groaned hearing her say that and blushed gently as he looked down at her. “Do you....wish to.....touch it this time? Sweet Sister?” He whispered to her and leaned closer to her with a flushed face.

Seanna blushed gulping at such an offer and she looked at his face sitting up a bit more. “C-can I?Lēkia?” she’d ask innocently, biting her lips waiting for his answer.

Her words made him groan and he gently reached down to caress her face in his hand and he nodded gently. “Y-Yes sister....you can.” Seanna smiled and looked at him then down at his manhood then at him “How.....should I?” 

He gently brushed a hair out of her face and he held his hand as he caressed her cheek. “Just do what feels right ......right. As much as you want. Anything.” He whispered to her gently and his face had a loving and gentle look to it as he looked down at her.

They sat up on the bed facing one another and She bit her lips as her hand reached out and she gently grabbed hold of his hardened cock, gently holding and feeling what it felt like.

He sighed as he felt her soft hand wrap around his hard flesh and he shivered from her touch. “Oh sweet Sister...... your touch.......it feels nice.” He whispered out with closed eyes as he gently held her by wrists and he leaned against her forehead and proceeded to guide her hand upon him.

She blushed her eyes, looked at his face and her gently started moving her hand that held him in a up and down motion assuming this is what may give him pleasure.

He groaned as he felt her gently begin to move her hand on him. He closed his eyes and his breath became heavier and his hold on her wrist began to loosens very gently and he had to bite back moans. “Yes......just like that........that feels so nice.” He muttered to her, encouraging her curiosity. 

Her heart raced hearing the groans that escaped him and the feeling of his hold on her hand letting go of her. But she felt she could do more and her second hand gently reached out and gently took what she could not hold and started to move in unison with her other hand. Feeling daring she leaned forward to kiss up his neck in hopes to hear him moan again.

Feeling her other hand reach out and hold more and her movements made him give out a loud groan and he tilted his head back and his body began to shake and shiver slightly from the feeling. As he felt her hot mouth on his neck and her soft kisses up his throat he moaned out her name breathlessly and his face went even hotter. “S-Sister.....that feels so nice....gods…”

“Truly? Lēkia?” She asked gently, kissing his neck.

He moaned louder and groaned as her tongue went up his neck he shivered and he could barely handle anymore. “Yes, so nice......so good......it feels so.....so good.......Sister.” He moaned out in a voice that came out deeper in pleasure.

She moaned softly as she heard the moans coming from his mouth and she felt his reaction to her ministrations, she looked up and seeing the look on his face, it looked good. It made his groans even more pleasing to hear and she couldn't stop the kisses and licks as she moved down to his jaw then back up and licked gently in his ear,

Her hands continued to stroke and grip upon him too earning more noises from him.

As her ministrations continued and as her hands and mouth worked upon his body and soul he was a mess of noises and a puddle really. He shivered and groaned and his moans continued to spill from his lips as if he could not control it anymore while his hand grabbed her wrist. 

“Sister....you....I can't......you're making me.....”. He groaned out and he was sweating now as he tried to control himself just a little longer, Seanna blushed and proceeded to pleasure him with her hands.

Aemond groaned out her name and his breathing was heavy. He felt dizzy as his body felt weak and the feeling was overloading him. “Gods....sister.....I'm.....” He groaned and moans as the feeling began to build up inside of him and began to feel like he might spill over at any second from her pleasuring touches.

As she looked upon his face and the way he moaned her name, she felt how his body reacted. She felt how heavy his breathing was, how he groaned and moaned her name and his face was flushed so beautifully. “You're so beautiful like this, my Lėkia.” She whispered and grinned at him and her hands gripped and massaged him firmer.

His body was so hot and the feeling was building in his lower body. He could feel it building up like a hot pool in his abdomen. He groaned and moaned out his sister's name her soft pleasuring touches were going to his end. He gripped her shoulder a bit tighter; his breath was heavy and labored. “Seanna....I......I'm about to......” He groaned out panting and She kissed along his jaw and she gently whispered to him. “It's alright, Lėkia. Let go.” Seanna assured him as her hand continued to urge his release more and more.

Aemond groaned loudly hearing her permission and and as she whispered next to his ear he finally hit his peak, his body gave out and he released his built up pressure. His hot load spilled over his own body all over his stomach and the pleasure his sister's touch brought him was enough to make him cry out in ecstasy. He leaned against his sister as he groaned loudly and panted as he laid his face into her shoulder.

Seanna blushed and witnessed him releasing on his body but she kept her hands moving even as his release hit him, so he could feel all the pleasure he needed. As he finished and he groaned out into her shoulder and he moaned her name into her skin loudly she moaned as well, feeling very aroused now after what she brought him to, to see him in this messy blissful state made something feel in her and it made tingles go down her back to between her legs more apparent now.

“Lēkia?” She whispered and laid him back upon the bed and she smiled and looked upon him softly. “Oh Lēkia what a mess you are…” She giggled lightly grazing her tips of her fingers down his chest and stomach and she grabbed the blankets and wiped off his seed from his body softly. She knew she better have her maids change the bedding tomorrow now.

He groaned and his breathing was still heavy, he was still floating in pleasure as his body still had tingles running through it from the feeling her soft hands had given him. he sighed gently as she ran her fingers down his chest as he looked at her with a soft look on his face and a weak pleasured smile. “And who....caused it....sister?” He whispered gently with a chuckle.

Seanna gets bashful. “Well…Tis what you wanted....Right Lēkia?” she asked gently and moved up to his side as he laid on his back she laid on her side looking down at him adoringly.

He gently laughed lightly and he smiled up at her gently as he gently reached up and began to stroke her hair on the back of head. He looked at her with all affection in his eyes and in his smile on his face. “Yes......it was sister, and it felt.......so good. I.....do not think anyone.....has ever made me feel that way before”. He whispered gently as he brought his hand to her face now gently caressed her cheek in his hand as she looked down at him.

She smiled and blushed more and moved some strands of hair from his face away from the scarred side of his face with his blue gem rested in his vacant socket.

His smile turned to a soft and fond smile as she moved the strands of the hair from his face and he nuzzled into her hand as it gently moved over that side of his face. The touch of her hand was loving and gentle and he loved it and he loved how she took all of him in and didn't cringe away. “I love.....that....you are not.....disgusted by my face.” Aemond admitted in a hushed voice.

“Oh Lēkia, why would I be? Hmmmm?” She asked gently sighing, and  tracing her finger along the side of his face.

The feeling of her finger traveling softly across his ruined side of his face made him tingle and it made him smile. She truly did love all of him even when his face looked so ruined and his eye was gone. “Because it looks.....horrible.” He said softly as his breath hitched gently as her finger continued to traced his flesh.

Seanna frowns and looks at him “According to whom Brother?” She’d ask softly and with care.

He looked away for a moment then back at her. “The world, sister. I look at myself and it disgusts me when I see that side of my face. What woman.......would want a man with a face like mine?” He said softly he held his breath for a moment as he looked away from her awaiting her response.

Seanna looked at him with sympathy and gently grabbed his chin and turned his face back to look at her. “I would brother…” She whispered softly. “Lēkia if no woman can see you as you are and not love you they are fools.....” She said to him and she was more than serious now. 

He felt her gently grab his chin and he felt her gently turn his head toward her and as he saw her beautiful face he felt his heart tighten up as he listened to her say how she would love him as he is. It made no sense to him how she could think this but....it made him incredibly happy hearing her loving words and seeing her beautiful face. “You......truly feel that way....sister?” He whispered softly in disbelief.

His sister smiled softly and nodded “Yes.....of course.” She assured him and her knuckles brushed along his face gently.

His face turned redder as her knuckles brushed gently along his face and he gently smiled at her in his disbelief as tears welled in his one eye and his throat grew constricted with emotion. “I.......do not know......how I earned such love......from such.....a sweet and pure sister.......but I'm.....so.....so glad that I have.....” He said while his words came out almost shaky as his throat grew thick and she smiled adoringly at him and sighed gazing at him with only love and affection.

As he looked into her gorgeous eyes and he saw the way she looked at him it made his heart swell with love and he gently moved so that he hovered over her now and his long silver hair fell over his shoulders and he cupped her cheeks in his hand gently and the way her hair was splayed out under her head and her eyes and expression......it made his heart flutter. “My beautiful......Sister.” He whispered gently as he looked down at her and she reached up, running her fingers through his hair “Lēkia....?” She whispered.

And he sighed looking at her, “Yes, sweet sister?” He whispered gently, his fingers caressed her skin and he leaned down to gently press his lips on her neck and he let his hair brush against her skin. As he kissed her neck he hummed gently and he shivered as he leaned down even more feeling her body against his.

“Stay in bed with me tonight....” She whispered.

He gently bit down on her neck at her pleas and he groaned at her words and he gently licked the soft spot he just nibbled upon and he whispered gently against her skin. “I.....will stay......with you all night....if you wish me, sweet sister. I am yours.” he murmured and she sighs, having a pleased look on her face.

She smiled and hummed in contentment at the feeling of his mouth on her skin and at his whispered words about how he was hers and she laid her head back against the pillow letting her eyes close for a moment as she just soaked up how good his ministrations made her feel.

As he nuzzled and pressed his face against her neck he continued to gently press soft kisses against the skin of her neck and collarbone. As her head went back he gently licked up her jaw feeling her skin hot against his tongue and he gently lifted his head to look at her beautiful face that laid against the pillows. His breath felt heavy as he looked at her. “You......are too beautiful for this world.”

Once he lifted his head from her neck she slowly opened her eyes and slowly looked at him and she looked at the way he hovered over her. He looked perfect, beautiful, his silver hair framing his face and falling upon his shoulders, his eyes a stunning color of purple and she felt breath catch in her throat from the sight of him. He was truly a sight to behold in the most beautiful way. “As are you brother…..” She whispered blushing letting that slip out by accident.

His lips curled up in a smirk as he heard her words and then she blushed at her own words. He laid down gently on top of her, pressing his full weight down upon her and he gently looked at her as his chest brushed against her. “You think I'm beautiful, sister? Do you think me as beautiful as I think you are.....if not more?” He whispered into her ear gently “Shut up…” She said giggling “Make me…” He chuckled softly as he nipped at her ear and hummed against her skin as he pressed his body against hers and he enjoyed hearing her giggling and She giggled some more and wrapped her arms around him.

He chuckled and shivered feeling her arms wrapped around him and she felt soft underneath him but he continued his onslaught as he began to gently suck on her neck, biting softly and nibbling the spot between her shoulder and her neck.

Seanna shuttered and sighed.

He looked to her face to see a blissed out look on her face as she shivered and sighed and he smirked against her neck and he began to bite slightly harder and his bites became nibbles and his nibbles turned into tiny sucks on her neck. Her skin was so soft on his lips so he couldn't help but feel hungry for her taste on his tongue so he sucked harder at her neck and he was certain a mark would be left on that spot on her skin in the morning.

She moaned at the feel of his mouth on her skin and she pressed her body up into his as it craved more of his wonderful touch and she closed her eyes again just focusing on the way his mouth felt on her flesh.

He groaned lightly as her body pressed into his and her moans as he sucked and marked her flesh were like music to his ears. He continued to mark her neck and he bit a bit harder before sucking hard on her neck leaving behind a pretty bite mark that he gently licked as he finally sat up to look upon his work. The bright red mark looked beautiful on her skin so he bent down to press his tongue against and licked over it softly.

She panted and looked up at him.

He looked down at her with lust and affection in his eyes and a possessive look was in his gaze at seeing his mark upon her skin. His breathing was heavy and he could feel his need stir again, and he bent down to press his hips against hers. “My beautiful sister....” He whispered.

Feeling and hearing his whispered words and she felt his need press up against her she shivered and her own breathing became heavy and as her fingers dug into his back.

He groaned and shivered feeling her nails dig into his back and he leaned down and crashed his lips upon hers hungrily as his need for her grew and he began to grind upon her, “Lēkia….” She whimpered against his hungry lips.

Aemond shivered as he heard her whimper against his hungry mouth and he continued his grinding as he gently reached out and threaded his fingers through her hair and gently grasped the hair at the back of her head gently so she couldn't pull away from his kiss and he began to slip his tongue along hers in their kiss.

As he slipped his tongue into her mouth she moaned and she arched up in to the kiss her chest pushed up against his, her fingers clawing at his back and gently tugging at his hair, whimpering against his hungry, demanding kiss the taste of him was intoxicating and she couldn't get enough.

He groaned lowly into her mouth as he felt her arch up and writhe against him and it made his head spin feeling her against him and from tasting her on his tongue. He felt her tugging at his hair and his back and it egged him on to press himself down more and grind harder as he became addicted to how she felt and tasted.

“Brother please….”

“Please what sweet sister...what do you desire?” He whispered gently against her lips before kissing her again and gently biting at her bottom lip and he rocked against her harder

“You brother with me…”  She begged but she knew he wouldn’t take her maiden hood this night but it didn’t hurt to ask “Truly this time…..”

He shivered as he felt and heard her pleading for him and he groaned as he felt the fire and heat within him rise. Yet, he knew he had to deny it as much as it hurt him too. “Sweet sister please forgive me....we cannot take it that far tonight.” He groaned at her and gently rested his head against hers.

She whimpered and scratched up his back. “But Lēkia….” She whined.

He shivered again and groaned as he felt her scratch his back and he growled feeling her nails drag over his skin and he looked down at her as he felt his back burning pleasantly at her touch. “Sweet, sweet sister, no pleading…” He groaned as he rubbed against her folds with his length. “Please....I cannot be tempted further......” He whispered breathlessly and she whines and whimpered and pants.

Aemond panted heavily and his entire body was burning as he continued to hover over her and he looked down at her face that was flushed and gorgeous and her hair splayed out upon the pillows. And her breathing and her whining were like some sort of song to him and he groaned again feeling his body ache for her and he gripped more desperately at the hair at the back of her head as he felt heat pooling in the pit of his stomach.

Seanna watched him sits up on his knees and he started stroking himself before her as she watched.

He sat up over her with his hair falling around his face and his breathing heavy as he grabbed ahold and started rapidly moving his hand upon himself roughly looking at her before him.

Seanna breathes heavily and watched as he came undone rather quickly groaning and shuttering as his seed shot out upon her body she shutter and trembled and she looked up at him now covered with strings of his warm seed.

He groaned and shuttered as he released upon her and he leaned down to gently rest his forehead against hers and his body shook and was still for a moment. He was breathing heavily and he shivered at her body pressed against his and he gently moved and lay down to her side and pulled her against him and nuzzled into her neck.

And then he pulled her closer. Seanna sighed and wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer while laying her head upon his shoulder, her eyes closed and she let her fingers glide along his chest and stomach “You alright brother?” She’d asked as she sensed he was a bit displeased.

Aemond took a deep breath and shivered as he felt her hand touch upon his stomach and upon his scars as they laid in bed together and he nuzzled his face into her hair. “I....am. Just feeling incredibly sleepy....I am sorry to disappoint you sweet sister.” He whispered against the top of her head and nuzzled his face into her hair to smell her and he hummed softly and she sighed “Hmmm What do you mean?” She asked calmly

He hummed gently and gently traced soft shapes across her back. “I...could not take you tonight.....even though you wanted me to.” He whispered with slight guilt in his voice. He knew it was the right thing to do and yet he felt a slight ache in his heart for not being able to take her tonight.

She blushed and looked up at him. “....I understand brother, do not worry.” She said, trying to assure him.

Aemond looked down at her flushed expression at her words and he cupped her cheek gently in his hand and he smiled fondly and brushed his thumb gently against her cheek. “I am glad you do, sweet sister....I don't think my heart could bare it if you were to hate me for denying us....but I love to hear you ask for me to take you.....even if it is wrong.” He whispered gently and he laid his head back against his pillow.

Seanna sighed and kissed his chest. “You are a gentle man Brother even beneath all your stoicism and coldness you like to portray.” She said softly, laying her cheek on his chest. “But you make it hard for me not to want you like a wife would her husband.”

He shivered as he felt her lips gently pressing upon his chest and he felt his heart flutter and he smiled softly at her words and at hearing her say he was a gentle man. His eyes were feeling heavy and he gently threaded his fingers through her hair and he gently stroked her hair as his eyes grew heavier and heavier from exhaustion the longer they laid together. “You.....are too kind, sweet sister....” He mumbled tiredly.

She smiled and nuzzled her face into his chest, her fingers gently played with his hair on his chest. “Rest Lēkia you deserve it.”

He hummed and he let his eyes close as she continued to gently play and tangle her fingers in his hair and he let his breathing slow down as he gently held her. “I...love you sister......” He whispered before his breathing started to slow as he started to fall asleep. As his body finally relaxed against hers he felt sleep finally come as he fell into the gentle pull of it and he began to breathe gently.

A/N: Sorry for this being lengthy I just couldn't stop writing this part.....I may have gotten carried away but yeah Next part.....may consist of smut but at the end maybe? I'm not sure we shall see....Stay tuned for VI

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Soft and Innocent Part IV 18+ Aemond x Sister Reader(OC.)

Warnings: 18+ Content, Kissing Heavy petting, fingering, Dry humping/grinding, corruption, sinful acts of the night, consensual passion.

A/N: A bit lengthy and a lot more NSFW content in this chapter.....Lightish Smut in this part.....no P n V yet but tons of Foreplay and confessing love...A bit fluffy and angst but also steamy and smutty....Hope y'all enjoy Tried my best....may not have good grammar or proper punctuation....apologies in advance.....Characters behavior may not be canon but please remember its all AU scenarios for the fun of it....Enjoy the chapter. :)))))

It had been several days since that night. Aemond has not been able to look at his sister since. Any time she was near he got an uneasy and guilty feeling in the pit of his stomach. He also felt his heart and chest ache whenever he was near her as he desired to hold her close and be with her. But he restrained himself. He continued to keep his distance and remained in his chambers mostly, trying to distract himself and push it all aside.

Aemond was in his chambers when the door to his rooms suddenly opened up. His head snapped towards the door as his hand reached down to his hip where he had his sword in his scabbard on his hip just in case. But he relaxed slightly when he saw it was only his sister standing there in the doorway. “Sister, what brings you to my chambers?” He said with a slight edge and coldness in his voice as he said it. That uneasy guilt feeling rose up again as he looked at her.

She gulped and sighed. “I....I wanted to come see you…Lēkia.” She said a bit nervously after she sensed he was in one of his moods maybe. “But Perhaps I should not bother you.” She said looking away licking her lips she wore one of her loose silk nightgowns....her hair loosely sprawled over her shoulder and back.

He felt as if his breath was stolen from him as he saw her. Her long smooth and rosy looking skin was showing from the nightgown, and her silky smooth hair down her back as she stood there looking away nervously. The guilt and shame once again filled his body as well as that deep desire to be with her in an intimate way....and it was eating him up inside. “No.....it's fine. What did you wish to discuss?” Aemond had to force the word out. 

“I was hoping we could discuss many things maybe?” She asked, looking at him with begging eyes. “I cannot find sleep these last few nights....not since....Mother announced my forced betrothal.” she explained averting her eyes fiddling with her fingers now.

Aemond felt himself tense at the mention of her betrothal, and he once again felt his stomach drop in unease as well as the guilty feeling in his heart. Aemond closed his eyes tightly, trying to steel himself to be strong and not give in to the feeling to hold her close. “Have you tried any dream tea?” Aemond asked in a cold and emotionless tone as he opened his eyes.

She looked at him and huffs “You know I hate the stuff Aemond.” She said pushing past him entering his bedchambers.

Aemond felt her as she walked past him. His body tensed at her sudden closeness to him as he felt a shiver go up his spine as she passed by. He stood stiff and rigid as he did not like her being so close to him. He couldn’t allow it. His feelings were so conflicting all he wanted to do was to hold her close. “I do not know what you expect me to do about your problem then.” His cold voice and stiff body remained.

Seanna sighs and speaks, taking in the dimly lit room of his warm bedchambers, “I merely seek your company......though I get the sense....you've been avoiding me as of late.” She said and glanced behind her looking at him as she slowly turned. “You haven't have you, Brother?” She asked Innocently

Aemond stiffened up even more as she slowly turned back to look at him. He felt like he was going to snap and lose control if she kept looking at him like that. Like she was so vulnerable and helpless. His entire body was on edge just staring at her and her pleading eyes. He swallowed hard as he felt the guilty feelings come back as well as the desire to hold her close. He was going to snap. Gods he was going to snap. 

“No…” He choked out as he looked away from her.

She approached. “What is the matter Brother? You seem off?” She stood before him now, Aemond continued to look away from her even as she came closer. He felt his hand clenching into a tight fist. He wanted to hold her so badly….it was eating him up inside. He felt his body stiffening even more as her smell reached his nose. That sweet smell of her skin and hair was intoxicating to him. He wanted her….desired her so badly it was driving him mad. 

“Sister…” He managed to get out in a strained and tight voice.

“Yes?Lēkia?” She asked gently.

He felt his heart skip a beat as she gently asked him. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt that desire and guilty feeling rise up in him again. His entire being ached with the desire to reach out and feel her against him. Aemond slowly turned his gaze back onto her. Feeling his heart skip a beat as he got a full look of her. His eyes traveled over her form in the nightgown and her hair falling over her shoulder. 

“I feel...I am, conflicted sister.” He said in a lowered tone of voice.

Seanna looked at him gently and frowned slightly “Conflicted? Has something happened Dear brother?” She asked calmly.

His eyes continued to gaze over her body as he took in her form. The way you could see the contours of her body thanks to the nightgown she was wearing. Seeing the smooth skin of her arms and shoulders before he finally rested his gaze upon her. He felt his heart beating faster and faster as he looked into her eyes as that guilty feeling once again rose up in him.

“Yes....conflicted sister…..” He whispered and she sighs and looks at him concerned.

He felt his resolve beginning to crumble as his hands balled into fists at his sides. He gritted his teeth as his entire body screamed at him to reach out and touch her. “Sister…..I...I feel I’m losing my mind, and my feelings...they are eating me up inside.” He managed to say the words he’d been holding back the last few days and weeks.

She got close worriedly not understanding and she gently grabbed his arms. “Oh Brother what troubles you so?” She asked so concerned for him.

He felt his heart stop as she grabbed his arms. The feeling of her closeness against him sent a shiver up his body instantly. His breathing became shallow as he looked down into her eyes. There was this deep desire and need inside of him. He wanted to hold her and kiss her so badly. He couldn’t hold it back anymore. He didn’t want to. “Sister….it’s you….you…..you’ve been driving me mad.” He said finally admitting his pent up secret he held within him for so long.

She looked at him confused for a second and she blinked, loosening her grip on his arms and she gulped averting her eyes. “Me brother?” she asked, trying to understand his conflict he was having how she was involved in that conflict.

Aemond could not stop himself any longer. He reached out and grabbed her by her arms pulling her closer to himself at this moment. Aemond’s breathing became shaky and fast as he began to lose his mind and give into his need. “Yes...it's you sister...everything about you is driving me crazy. Your smile...your eyes...your hair...your sweet scent...the way you speak. How soft your skin is. I can't stand it...I don’t want to stand it anymore..” He confessed to her and she just stared at him looking shocked and a bit surprised. 

She looked up at him a bit nervously and she gulped. “But Brother…” She said gently.

Aemond could feel his control shattering as she looked up at him with those pleading eyes. He was so close to just taking her in his arms and kissing her. Then he heard the sound of her swallowing slightly. 

“Do....do you have any idea….of what you do to me….Sister….?” Aemond’s breathing became heavier as his grip on her arms tightened and he held her even closer.

She gulped, biting her lips conflicted a moment and she gulped. “It wasn't my intention…” She tried to say flustered.

The more she attempted to speak and deny what he was saying the more his control shattered and fell. Without a second thought he suddenly lunged forward and grabbed her by the waist and pulling her close to himself as he brought his lips down to hers in a desperate and hungry kiss.

His mind was completely blank at this moment as all he felt was her against him and the feeling of her lips on his own. He never wanted to kiss anyone this badly before. All this time he spent avoiding her. He didn’t want to stop the kiss. He felt he could kiss her all night. But he also couldn’t breath like this as they stood, so he reluctantly pulled back. He pressed his forehead to hers as he gasped for air.

She whimpered and panted as he pulled back a bit overwhelmed now as a warmth started brewing within her she felt tingly and light headed.....She gulped as his forehead rested on hers and his arms held her close.

He held her tightly against himself. He couldn’t let her go. He felt like he couldn’t breathe if he didn’t have her in his arms right now. He rested his forehead against hers and he shivered a little as he felt the way she was breathing against him. He gently cupped her face in his hand and began to stroke her cheek as he tried to regain his breathing under control. “Sister...I can’t….I can't deny these feelings I have for you any longer…” He panted out.

He stared down into her eyes seeing her flushed face and heavy breath. She was so beautiful like this, and he knew he would do anything to keep her like this forever. Without thinking about it he gently grasped the nightgown she wore pulling it down her shoulders slightly. Wanting to see the smooth and rosy skin of her shoulders and upper chest.

“Aemond….” She muttered lightly as his lips touched what he exposed.

Aemond shivered as he heard her breathlessly call out his name just like he had imagined. He bent his head down to her exposed skin, planting a kiss on her shoulder and along it to the crook of her neck. As he kissed and sucked on her rosy skin he brought his hands down to her hips and grasped her pulling her closer to himself so they were pressed together.

She breathed heavily and whimpered under his touch. She had never felt this feeling before; it felt like sparks and lightning throughout her body at Aemond's touches and kisses. She whimpered and moaned softly tilting her head back. Then his hand on her hips gently glided over up her body and she gasped in surprise and pleasure.

“B-Brother.” She said breathlessly as her hands gripped the front of his nightshirt.

He groaned softly as he felt her gripping his nightshirt and he continued to kiss and suck on her rosy skin at her shoulder and along her sensitive neck. His hands remained on her hips keeping her pressed against himself. He could feel himself becoming aroused. And he could feel her breathing become more heavy and faster, and he could hear those little moans escaping her mouth. That just aroused him even more.

She panted and she subconsciously grabbed the back of his head, threading her fingers through his hair gently. “Aemond.” She moaned softly. “Please....”

Aemond shivered as he heard her say his name again. He felt her fingers thread through his hair and he could feel his heart picking up in pace. The desire to touch her was overwhelming and he felt like he couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“What do you need sister?” He whispered against her neck.

“I....I don’t know.” She whimpered tugging against him desperate for anything from him now.

He groaned against her neck as he heard her whimper. Feeling her tug against him and her pleading tone. That was it. He was gone. He suddenly reached down with his hands and grabbed her, pulling her up and into his arms as he suddenly carried her to his bed.

Seanna gasped in surprise as she was scooped up into his arms. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly she panted heavily as he carried her over to his bed. Her mind was spinning and she felt a new desire come into her. To see more of him....to kiss him again and feel him more. She wanted him. That much was clear. She felt him gently lay her down on the bed.

She laid there all rosy and flushed......she bit her lips and he looked at her and then he started to undress himself while she laid there so innocent and beautiful.

He looked at her on his bed laying there all flushed and rosy from his kisses and he could feel his heart racing and pounding in his chest. He felt his need to touch her more and see her grow more at the sight of her. Without a word he began to undress himself. Taking off the night shirt and tossing it aside before he began to undo his pants. She would see his upper body which was toned and muscular.

Her eyes roamed his bare chest and toned body as he pulled off his shirt. Aemond was fit and muscular but he was more lean instead of bulky like some men. She bit her lips as her skin tingled, and she shivered. Aemond looked handsome and so handsome when his skin was on display. And his chest and his bare arms...he was so handsome.

She nervously watched him approach her and her body on his bed and he started gently pulling off her nightgown.

Aemond reached down to grab the bottom of her nightgown pulling it up and off of her. He tossed it aside and looked down at her naked body upon his bed. She was so beautiful in the faint candlelight. He stared down at her for a moment before he slowly joined her on the bed.

She gasped when he pulled at her nightgown and she felt the cold air touch her body and her breast as he pulled it off her. She whimpered as she was suddenly laid down on her back. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she watched Aemond look down at her taking her in. She shivered as she felt cold but then Aemond was on the bed and she felt her head spin even more as he hovered above her.

She instantly covered her breasts with her arm and her thighs clasped together as she felt the most vulnerable under Aemond's gaze even with his one eye.

He instantly noticed her move to cover her breasts and his eyes widened a bit before he reached down and gently pried her arms away.

“Sweet Sister...there is no need to shy from me...let me see.” He whispered the words as he slowly lowered his body down till he hovered over her.

She gulped and nodded. “I'm sorry Lēkia.” She whimpered, trembling more as she’s fully exposed to him like this.

He gently took her chin in his hand. “Don't apologize...Sister...Sister you are so beautiful...you should never be ashamed of me to see your body, to see all of you.” He gently whispered the words as he looked down at her laying under him. He slowly began to trail his hand down her body, from the side of her neck, down to between her breasts and finally to her stomach. Aemond shivered as he could feel her smooth and silky skin under his fingertips.

She whimpered upon his hands exploring her body....his touched made her body warm up and flush more.

Aemond shivered as she whimpered and arched under his fingertips as he continued to gently touch her. He let his hand continue gently traveling down her stomach, down to the inside of her thighs. He gently used his hand and his fingers to softly caress the inside of her thigh, gently rubbing as he kept his gaze focused solely fixated on her face.

Seanna had her eyes shut as she felt so overwhelmed right now in the best possible way.

He continued his gentle caressing of her inner thighs before he gently cupped between her thighs and he slowly began massaging that spot with his fingers. All the while he kept his gaze fixated on her moaning and flushed face.

She blushed as his hand went down between her thighs cupping what laid down there dripping and flushed....his fingers grazing between her folds.

He groaned slightly as he felt her wetness between her folds as his fingers gently teased and rubbed her. He reached up his other hand gently grasping her face, as his thumb softly stroked her cheek. “Sister....you are so.... beautiful.....so Soft and Innocent.” He whispered the words down at her gently as he slowly rubbed his fingers against her center.

She panted and whimpered more upon his words and his touches her whole body felt alive. She reached her hand up, grasping his shoulder gently and his arm as his thumb grazed her cheek. His touches were driving her crazy and she arched and squirmed to his touch. “Brother…Lēkia…” She whimpered and panted.

He panted and groaned deeply in response to hearing her whimper that word again. He gently leaned down over her more. His body pressed down against hers, he whispered down at her. “Sister... I want to kiss you...I want to taste your lips.” He muttered and groaned against her while he continued to gently rub her now. He wanted to kiss her, so badly he ached.

“Please....” She begged and whines as his fingers continued to rubbing upon her center.

He groaned and groaned again at her request. With no more hesitation he lowered his head and he pressed his lips against hers. Kissing her passionately and deeply. She responded quickly back, her moans muffled slightly from their kissing.

He kissed and kissed her as much as he could, loving the feeling of her against him, of her kissing him back just as passionately. He groaned and moaned into her mouth. He wanted more, he needed more. He began to gently push his fingers harder against her core and rub it.

She whined as his fingers pushed into her again and again as he moved his face away from her she moaned and trembled as his fingers worked against her walls skillfully.

When he pulled his lips away his eyes stayed on her face, and he watched every expression she made and every noise that escaped her moaning mouth. Feeling the way she trembled under his touch.

“A-Aemond..... feels....so good." She whined and met her brother's gaze with her dilated eyes full of desire and need. “Brother….”  

He groaned at her words, at the way she said his name and at her intense gaze on him. “I......I ache for you. I need to be close to you.” He whispered softly while he held her stare and pushed his fingers deeper into her core.

She let out a sting of moans and she wrapped her arms around him. “So do I....but my maidenhood.” She whimpered and whined. He closed his eyes as he felt her arms wrapped around him and hearing her moans and whimpers. He rested his forehead against hers as he gently whispered to her. “Fuck…..You’re right…..” He muttered and then he kissed her forehead “We shall wait on that then alright?” He asked but his sister grabbed him, whining “But....Brother.” She whined. 

He groaned as he heard her whine more as she spoke. “Sister....listen to me. We don't have to....not tonight.” He whispered softly to her while he held her close and he gently kissed her forehead and her temple, he didn't want to hurt her.

Seanna nods but she clung to him still “Don't stop this though okay? your fingers feel so good….” She begged.

He groaned and he leaned down to her and kissed her again. “I won't, I promise....I don't want to stop. I want to hear you and feel you moaning in my arms....for the whole night…” He whispered the words while he gently continued to rub his fingers against her core, pushing deeper into her and rubbing her walls.

She moaned into the kiss and her body squirmed more under his touch once again.

“Yes.....Yes brother please…” She begged her body moving against him slightly for more friction as his fingers continued to pushed into her core again and again.

He groaned and whimpered watching as she squirmed against him for more pleasure and his fingers rubbed her core. He felt himself growing more and more aroused at watching her and feeling her like this. He reached down with his other hand and began to gently stroke his hand up her hip, to her stomach as he kissed her again.

She moaned against his lips.

He groaned as he kissed her, his fingers slowly pulled away from her core as slowly he grabbed her hip gently and gently he lifted his head up just enough to whisper against her lips. “You...You make me crazy sister, you make me so crazy.” He whispered before he leaned down and gently buried his face to her neck as he gently kissed and sucked her sensitive tender skin. All while his hand was on her hip he gently dragged his fingers and nails down her hip leaving red marks till he reached her thigh.

She whimpered and trembled.

“You are so soft and sweet, like a flower.”  He whispered against the sensitive flesh on her neck. Then he slowly nipped the skin gently but with a little bit more force. His tongue licked all along her neck and his lips continued to gently kiss and suck on her delicate sensitive skin. All while he gently rubbed his hand along her inner thigh and 

gently squeezing her skin.

She whimpered and murmured his name as her body was shaking.

He loved hearing her whimper and moan his name. He loved the way she responded to his touches and how her body trembled and squirmed. He slowly continued gently kissing and biting down her throat and down to the crook of her shoulder. As he did he reached down and gently grabbed her thigh and he suddenly gripped his hand around the back of her thigh. He wrapped her leg around himself to keep her close as he pressed his body down against her center.

Seanna whimpered as he rubbed against her....she felt him against her.....he had no plans on taking her virginity that night he definitely needed some sort of release....and proceeded to grind himself against her silky folds and wetness.

He let out a loud deep groan, his breath shuddering and he inhaled as he moved himself against her center.....in doing so building her own peak alongside his as his lengths thickness continuously rubbed and pressed against her spot and entrance without truly entering virgin walls.

When he groaned, he shuddered upon her and she held onto him as he continued his movements grinding against her.

Her moans and whimpers and the feel of her nails against his skin pushed him closer to the edge, his grinding became almost desperate and his breath grew heavier.

“Lēkia.....Lēkia.” She moaned in High Valyrian. 

“Oh....Sister....Mmmm.”  He groaned and grunted against her throat, while her nails left more marks upon his skin on his back and shoulders. Her moans and her whimpering his name were like music to his ears and he continued to press himself harder against her center, building the sensations of pleasure for both together.

His nickname leaving her lips in Old Valyrian made him growl low and deep as his grip around her thigh got tighter. His moans mixed with his heavy breathing and he felt his need to push inside her grow more and more as she continued to say his name and moan. His need to push himself inside of her but he held back from doing so.

She felt so intense, her body felt hot and he was building her pleasure with his touches and his grinding. The feel and sound of his moans and grunts made her feel dizzy, and she was getting close....so close. Her body was trembling as her moans were becoming more desperate. She was babbling the same words in Old Valyrian and she held onto him tightly.

“Lēkia.....Lēkia Avy jorrāelan.” She moaned desperately.....Big Brother I love you....She had said in High Valyrian. “Avy jorrāelan.” I love you.

He almost whimpered. Hearing her say those words in High Valyrian was music to his ears. Her words and her moans mixed together and made him feel like he was drowning in pleasure. “Sister......” He had to stop moving against her for a moment to speak, his breath shuddering and he swallowed hard trying to control himself a little. “You are......perfect.....so sweet.”

Seanna whimpered and looked at him with her glimmering violet eyes “Please.... Lēkia....So close.”

.He groaned and leaned down to her face. He brushed his nose against her face and whispered to her. “Then fall apart into my arms. I have you.” He whispered to her and immediately he started to rub against her again, building the sensations of pleasure as he did his grind against her.

Her body felt so good, the pleasure building and building. Her arms wrapped around him as his pace and her body brought them closer to their peaks. She moaned and panted his nickname and High Valyrian words in his ear, she held onto him, all while his pace continued to build her higher and higher. “Yes.....Yes Lēkia.” She moans filled his bedchambers.

He panted and groaned as he listened to her say his nickname and moaned into his neck. Listening to her sweet voice and as he felt her breath against his neck. It was almost too much for him. “Sister....you....drive me insane.” He groaned the words against her throat. His hips continued to rock against hers. Her body felt so sensitive and his words gave her a pleasant shiver. The feel of his body against hers and his hips rocking against hers......She was becoming overcome by the sensations all around her. Her whimpers became more and more desperate. 

“Please brother......”Her legs tightened around his hips as her moans and gasps increased. They sounded like the sweetest music to him. He groaned and clung to her as he felt himself come undone; he groans and trembling as he continued to grind against her as she was not far behind him now.

Then her eyes rolled back slightly as her back arched and something she never experienced before happened and she almost cries out but he smothered her cries of pleasure with his lips.

He felt her body suddenly arch tightly under him and hearing her moans grew sharper and louder before his lips smothered them. He knew what happened and as he held her close to his body he kissed her. Her body now trembling and shaking slightly under him from the sudden height of pleasure.

She was in such an euphoric headspace. Her body felt light and fuzzy and she didn't want him to ever let her go. So she held onto him desperately at that moment.

She panted and trembled her body felt heavy and light at the same time she was in a bit of a daze now.

He hovered over her and he gently leaned down on his elbow to hold his weight and not to crush her.

He could see her face still flushed and her eyes were heavily dilated from pleasure. He could hear her panting and see her chest rising and falling rapidly. He gently lifted his free hand up, up to cup her cheek and his thumb gently traced her cheekbone back and forth.

“Was I good Lēkia?” She asked faintly totally out of it. He couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped his mouth upon her question, and the way she sounded. He gently leaned down and he kissed her lips gently. His voice was a whisper when he spoke. “It felt like my body was going to explode, Sister, it felt like fire. You were so good. So perfect.” He whispered gently to her as he continued to gently kiss her lips and trace her cheekbone with with his thumb.

“Did you.....I remember Aegon with that girl.....Did you....meet your fulfillment too?” She asked concerned not knowing if he had finished when she did or something.

He gently chuckled once more at her questions. He gently leaned his forehead against hers as he nodded his head slightly in affirmation. He kept his gaze on her face while he spoke to her.

“Yes.....Sister don't worry. I found my release.......” He whispered and gently kissed her forehead while he reached down and caressed the inside of her thigh slowly with his fingertips.

Seanna blushed more. “Truly brother?” she asked gently, nuzzling into him. Aemond continued to gently caress her thigh and he nodded his head while he held her gaze.

“Truly. You.....You were perfect. Don't ever question it.” He whispered gently to her and he slowly kissed her forehead once more. Then he slowly leaned down and he kissed her cheeks and the corners of her lips gently. Slowly his path led down to her chin and he slowly started to kiss and bite and suck on her chin and her throat.

She whimpered and laid there tilting her head aside for him to do more.

“Mmm…” He groaned out as he continued on her throat. He slowly made his way up to the jawline, then to the spot right behind her ear. He gently kissed that sensitive spot under her ear and he gently bit down on the skin slightly and sucked on the skin.

She shuttered and bit her lip. “Brother.” 

He bit down on her skin a little more and his hand gently squeezed her thigh once before his hand began rubbing in the inner part of her thigh again. He groaned lowly against her skin as his other hand was gently supporting him while on his elbow and he slowly began kissing his way back down to her throat and to her clavicle.

She sighed and wrapped her arms around him. “Oh Aemond my Lēkia…” she murmured.

He moaned and groaned again upon hearing her words.

“Sister....” He groaned again as he reached her chest and gently began pressing kisses and gentle bites to her flesh and her collar bone. He loved hearing all her little noises and whimpers, all while he pushed her thigh apart slightly and began rubbing again but gently against her sensitive folds.

“Brother....” She whimpered, biting her lips. “Thought we were done now?” She asked, looking at him with her hazed expression. He groaned low when he heard the words and when he saw her bite her lips.

“....I was going to continue....but if you're too sensitive and tired....I won't…” He whispered against her chest while he peppered her soft supple skin with more kisses and nips to her skin. “No....it's alright…Aemond.” She assured him, smiling softly.

He groaned once more as he looked down at her chest and he raised his head up and he looked at her face.

“Are you sure?....Sister?” He asked gently to her. He didn't want to push her too far or hurt her. He whispered the words softly and gently while his hand began to rub small and slow circles along her inner thigh.

She smiled and pulled him close and kissed him......for the rest of the night Aemond and Seanna spent together in what passion they could share for now......keeping her virginity in check but not allowing her to leave the bed there was tons of ways Seanna will come to learn....to receive pleasure from a lover.....and she knew now.....she truly deep down wanted Aemond now....more than ever before......

Aemond gave in to her embrace and her kiss. He continued to keep her in his embrace all night and the sound of her sweet pleasured and satisfied moans and whimpers filled his ears all night. His hands roamed all over her body, touching and caressing every inch of her skin, memorizing her body and how it felt against his. He never allowed her to leave the bed, not for food or even water. He just wanted her in his arms and in his bed. In his grasp.

By the next morning the sun was peering in through the windows and he finally released her from his grip once more, he knew he had to. After they bathed and broke their fast as she left back for her own chambers he found himself thinking of all their events of the night such events will not be easily forgotten and he had a feeling more will now entail with him and his Soft and Innocent Seanna.

A/N: Stay tuned for part five....may get a bit more steamy ;)))

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what if we find out Aemond’s been slinging dick with a servant or common girlie this whole time and that’s why he got so cocky — been working on all his sword skills

@themotherofhorses 👀😏🥵

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THE KINSLAYER

based on nightwish's kinslayer aka aemond's theme ✧ gifs: /feodor-dostoevsky // jeonwonwoo

AEMOND COULD HEAR THE LOUD NOISES FROM THE BROTHEL. He could smell the filthyness from it. He could feel it deep in his bones. He could sense it in the depts of his souls.

Aegon was much more careless than he was. As if he knew that he was doomed, destined to the seven hells, he left himself enjoy the pleasures of terrenal life, hedonistic natures for a doomed man.

Aemond wanted to be correct. When he was a kid, he dreamed of great things. Second sons often got nothing. And he wanted to be someone.

His own grandsire, Baelon, could have been someone. He was to be King, if the stranger didn't take him to soon. He would have been King. A second son.

Jaehaerys was a second son. Maegor was a second son. Even Aegon the First was second to his sister Visenya. Yet it was destined for him to be the ruler.

He thought of himself as worthy. He really did. Aemond Targaryen, rider of Vhagar. It was not something to be taken lightly. Vhagar, ridden by Visenya, Baelon, Laena. All of them were second best too.

It wasn't killing Lucerys what bugged him. He could not careless for the bastard boy. It wasn't making Rhaenyra suffer, though it wasn't how he planned it. She wanted him tortured, she wanted him to be sharply questioned when he just lost an eye. She ran away, with her impecable kin, secured on Dragonstone.

He made a mistake. He felt the power of what the Velaryons boys did when they bullied him. He was worthy. He was a Targaryen. And Vhagar was backing him up.

But sometimes, he didn't think losing an eye was worthy. Hidding it to not scare ladies at court. Cut the eyelids open so he could incrist a sapphire, like Symeon Star-Eyes. He learned how to chop men with a long staff with blades at both ends, just like the legendary hero did.

He wondered if he just wanted to feel something. If he just wanted to feel as someone special, worthy again. If he did, maybe they would admire him, or even care for him. Did they not?

Aegon had his own mess. Helaena had her own mess. Daeron wasn't even near King's Landing. His mother was busy ruling as his father was busier rotting.

"It's okay, my prince." The female voice says, in an attempt of soothing him as her hand caressed his forearm, and he sighed, his head on her lap as he looked into the room.

Brothels, even dirtiest, could have bedroom for the highlors attending. Aemond's naked chest was warm due to the fire, but not thanks to the physical intimacy.

It was a vain attempt of comfort. Aegon had invited him, to cheer him up and to celebrate his new title as King.

'Celebrate what?' He thought. 'I just started a war'

It haunts his dreams. The knowledge of what he did. The burden, the burning.

Kinslayer.

He found himself doomed. Haunted by a hateful nature inside him. It stirred, it boiled deep on his soul. Kinslayer.

A war between kin. He took the first blood.

It felt good, at the beginning. He tried to rationalize it. A mistake. Vhagar lost control.

Because she did.

Right?

She had to. Because he didn't. It was... teasing. The power of being on Vhagar was just his arrongace, his vanity acting. Not him. It wasn't him. It couldn't be him.

He couldn't even look at his mother on the eyes. He could less look Helaena, hearing her horrified little scream as she found out.

His eye hurt. The emptiness of it, the wound that never fully healed. He couldn't even cry properly, not even for makind or his own doom.

'You lost one eye. How could you be so blind?' His grandsire said.

A need to understand. But there wasn't a need to forgive. He won't do that, for he has no reason. His mother called the war a curse from Gods themselves. She prayed, and prayed. But there wasn't any sense or truth to be followed. He even started to doubt if this was about ruling the realm.

"Do I have to pay you?" He asks, slightly unsure. Vulnerable, even. He hated it.

He was not used to this. Using a whore for comfort. Aegon laughed when he excused himself, asking for a whore, and he even congratulated him, a loud cheer all over the table.

Now he laid naked, curled up as his head rested on her lap. Warmth. Cosiness.

"No, my prince. The King has it covered"

The King. It was Aegon. The same Aegon who bullied him, and used to mock him. His big brother. Now, he was the King. It was his biggest fear, and another curse.

Was this a curse for his own ambitions? For wanting what wad the destiny of his elders? For preparing to rule even if he wasn't even acknowledged in his father's mind?

He sighed. His hair loose, the eyepatch lost somewhere on the room. He felt the touch over his cheebone, going up to move his hair to his back, her hands caressing his hair and head, in a soothing manner as she didn't speak more. He prefered silence after his vulnerable moment.

Being with a whore felt like meeting an old friend. It scared him, it bugged him in the wrong way. But who else can he turn to? The Gods have abandoned him to his luck, and with good reason.

He would prefer having a wife do it. He wondered that if he had one, she would be gentler than this, cozier than this.

He craved the love. He never tried to actively persuing a lady at court, so he had no wife. He couldn't go back to Floris Baratheon, he knew he cannot. Not as a Kinslayer.

He liked to picture his wife as beautiful lady. He does not imagine especifics, he is not demanding on that sense. He imagines her beautiful as the maiden herself, gentle and caring. Not judging him, even if his new curse made him a monster. If he had offsprings, would they love him? Afraid of his lost eye?

He realised that he has to thank the Gods. For not having a wife, or offsprings to pass the curse on. To share the madness with them.

Praying was in vain, for who would hear him? A slayer of his own kin. The blood of his sister was on his hands. Of her little son, that he murdered.

He had prayed to the Father. For him to save a place for Aemond. There are no gods. Not by your side.

He soon realised, he was as well doomed. Second son, kinslayer, murdered of his own nephew, on the skies on their dragons. Just as Maegor The Cruel.

He won't become a acknowledged second son. He won't be worthy, he won't be remember greatly. He won't be a hero, unless he dies greatly. And he knows it. He lusts for this game, and he falls for every lie of it.

He looked at the flames, as if they could answer something to him. As if they could show him what was ahead of him. How he has to act. How he'll die.

A war was yet to come, and he knows he'll fight it. For he has nothing else to lose. He curses the Gods. How was he supposed to know?

[izfrogzy]

I'm honestly looking forward to seeing Aemond being vulnerable. Whoever is that woman holding him, she's at his back and he's bare, with his scars on display and visibly curled in on himself... Whatever is happening, I'm sure it's going to ruin me.

[izfrogzy]

Is that Aemond’s knee in the bottom left corner? In the officially released trailer, it looks like he is curled up naked with his head in a woman’s lap, and I just can’t 😭

[izfrogzy]

what do you think about the latest trailer? it made me afraid my beloved ship helaemond is gonna sink 😭

Hello! I was sure that we wouldn't be shown any major spoilers. I read a spoiler that in the second season there will be flashback with Aemma Arryn, I don’t know why they are needed? Who cares? But we do have two shots of her in the trailer.

About Helaemond, we have a shot of Aemond on a girl's lap crying, I don't think he would show his tears to a prostitute or I also doubt that Aemond will cry in front of a woman (Alys) he sees for the first time in his life. There must be a strong emotional connection for this to happen.

In addition, Aemond will only meet Alys in season 3; in the second, Daemon will interact with her.

The girl in the frame could be Alicent (but why is Aemond naked?) or Helaena.

Helaena wears blue dresses and this dress is similar to her style from episode 9. This could be a flashback of Aemond and Helaena or it could be a scene after b&c or after battle at rook's rest.

Aemond is not the kind of person who would show weakness in front of a person with whom he has no intimacy and we were shown many helaemond moments in the first season and he was not afraid to cry and says in front of Helaena that Aegon and nephews is bullying him, but in front of others he did not show his tears even when his eye was cut out.

The ring... lol... but why not?😂

Helaena wears a rings on her middle finger in season 2 😂

I don't know. I'll just wait for the second season and believe 🕷💎

The writers openly talk about and confirm only the relationship between Alicent and Rhaenyra (lmao)