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Man Next Door

summary: Months after moving into your new apartment complex finds you constantly thinking about your mysterious neighbor Aemond. You feel the need to get to know more about him but learn that it may be hard due to his isolated demeanor.

characters: modern!olderneighbor!aemond targaryen x painter!fem!reader

word count: 13.9k

warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ Content, smut, vaginal fingering, p in v sex, penetration, I love using the word cock, choking, pussy slapping, dom!aemond, sub!reader, oral (fem receiving), cunnilingus, squirting, cum eating, biting, rough sex, spitting, multiple positions, daddy kink, dirty talk, porn that for some reason has a lot of plot, spanking, names/namecalling, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), aftercare, mr. targaryen type beat, 20s reader and 30s aemond

When you moved into your first apartment you didn’t have high expectations for how your neighbors would be. At the very least you had hoped that you could become friends with some of them and have some sort of neighborhood camaraderie going on during your time living there. No problems and no one being overly loud and inconveniencing to others.

So far, you had been somewhat disappointed.

Most of your neighbors were either unfriendly or just constantly doing their own thing. None of them were super loud in their actions, which was something that you were extremely grateful for. However, you thought that maybe during your first few days of arriving some of them would take it upon themselves to come and introduce themselves, maybe make a good impression and get to know the new girl who had just moved into their apartment building. But you were sorely mistaken.

You knew none of your neighborhoods.

Except for maybe one. But you didn’t know if he really counted.

You had met Ameond Targaryen three times so far. Once during your second week when you had both arrived home at the same time and mirrored each other while you unlocked your front doors, him being in the apartment right next to you. You had turned to him to introduce yourself, giving him your name and smiling when he gave you his in return. The interaction was really short though as he had immediately bid you to have a good day before heading into his apartment and closing the door.

The second time though he had held the main door of the building open for you as you carried in a large box, struggling to open the door until he had come and offered his assistance.

So he was definitely a gentleman, which was something that you immediately noted.

But there wasn’t much else for you to note, as the times you had seen him since that interaction were few and far between.

Something you did note however was how handsome he was. And how much older.

He had long, white-silver hair that was probably more healthy than yours. You had never met anyone that had hair as naturally light as his. It honestly seemed to shine in the fluorescent hallway lights. How you knew it was natural happened upon the third time that you saw him. As you walked down the hall on your way towards your apartment after running some errands you had seen three similarly haired individuals waiting outside of his door.

One of them was a man that was dressed in an oversized sweater and was surprisingly wearing sunglasses, indoors, in the middle of winter. The other man seemed to be around the same age as you, maybe a little bit older. He wore simple athletic wear and was lounged against the wall with all of his attention focused on his phone. The final person was a woman who wore butterfly earrings and a comfy sweater that was very similar to the first man’s gave you a bright smile when she captured your eye. You couldn’t help but smile back. The man wearing sunglasses, upon noticing where the women’s attention had gone had looked at you and pulled his sunglasses down before leering at you with a smirk pulling on his lips.

That had been when Aemond opened his door and glanced down (he was insanely tall) at the man leering at you and scoffed before grabbing him by his shirt and dragging him inside. The woman simply smiled and gave you a simple wave before following, the boy not looking up from his phone while he followed, closing the door behind him.

So you assumed the hair was completely natural, and that the three people you had met in the hallway were probably his siblings. How it was natural, you would never know, but you honestly thought it was beautiful and looked so good on all of them.

The other most striking part about him was his face. He was one of the most beautiful men you had ever met, even with the large scar that covered the left side of his face, cutting through his eye. His right eye was a bright beautiful shade of blue and the other was a milky white. You assumed he was blind in said eye. But the scar did not take away from the rest of his beauty. His jaw was angular and sharp, his nose not quite aquiline but angular like the rest of him.

To put it shortly, he was tall, with a slutty little waist and the most beautiful face you had ever seen. You wanted to climb him like a tree.

And he was older than you. By how much, you honestly didn’t know, but he had to have been at least in his late 20s or early 30s. There was no way that he was in his early or mid-twenties.

He seemed to spend most of his day out of his apartment, either working or doing something else that you could not even begin to conjure up. You would hear every time he left and every time that he arrived home due to the thinness of the walls and the big lack of privacy that the building offered. Even when he was home though, you couldn’t really hear past him entering and leaving, as he was surprisingly quiet despite the wall that the two of you shared. The only time that his apartment had been somewhat “loud” was when his siblings were over.

So to say he was mysterious was a severe understatement.

You wanted to get to know him so bad. But the thought of somehow starting up a conversation with this mysterious man scared you more than anything.

You didn’t even know how you could go about it. Whenever you saw him it was only in passing, so not really a time to start a conversation because you didn’t want to interrupt anything he might have been doing.

Honestly maybe not seeking him out was the best decision.

So that’s exactly what you did. You stopped getting your hopes up that you might see him again, and didn’t make any plans to try to get to know him better (get to know anything in general about him really). You just went about your days as usual with no expectations of seeing him or starting conversations.

Your interaction with his sister happened a few weeks later.

You had been working on a project in your apartment, wearing overalls and covered in paint. It was a commission that someone had asked for. An oil piece of an intimate moment between two lovers. Your specialty.

When there was a knock on your door you were honestly surprised. No one would ever really visit you besides your family, but you knew that they would not be visiting you today.

It was very bad timing though, as your hands were covered in paint and you really didn’t want to lose your security deposit by getting oil paint on the door and walls.

Yelling out that you’d be there in a moment, you rushed to the sink to scrub your hands with soap and water, using a rag to ensure that there was no paint left on them.

When you opened the door a moment later you were even more surprised when it was that same woman that you had seen outside of Aemond’s weeks prior.

She wore a long skirt with an oversize sweater and her hair was up in intricate braids. She looked very cozy, something that you loved. She wore a bright smile on her face, just like the one she had shot you the first time you saw her.

When your eyes met hers she beamed at you, appearing to be happy that you were home and had opened the door.

“Hi!” She brought her arm up in a little wave, “I’m so sorry to bother you but I’m making cupcakes next door and was just wondering if you had any sugar to spare?” And there it was. The good old neighborly request, one that you would be happy to fulfill.

You nodded and felt your heart warm when her smile seemed to get wider. She radiated pure sunshine energy. “Yeah! Of Course.” Was your accompanying response.

She stared at you for a moment before letting out a little gasp and smacking herself lightly on the forehead, “Oh no! How rude of me! I’m Helaena! It’s so nice to meet you.” She stuck the same hand out for a handshake and you quickly put your hand in hers, eager to hopefully make a friend here, even if she technically didn’t live in the building. You felt joy starting to radiate within you, and an immense urge to radiate the same energy back toward her.

“It’s really nice to meet you too, Helaena!” You gave her your own name and she nodded in response. “Do you want to come in while I grab the sugar for you?” She was quick to nod and you stepped back to let her inside, closing the door after her.

Upon walking into your apartment she stopped directly in the center of the room, staring at the paintings that you had displayed on the walls. Most of them were ones of your own creation. Pieces that you had spent hours upon hours working on, just because you felt the perfect inspiration for the scenes that they portrayed.

Almost all of them included nudes, was the only thing. Just like the artists of old, you excelled in using oil paint to depict the beauty of the naked female body. While some of your paintings did include male nudes, most of them were intimate scenes that showed women in many different scenarios. You loved the ones that mainly focused on the intimacy between a couple.

Helaena stood there for another moment just taking in the art you had displayed before her head turned in the direction of the piece you had been working on before she arrived. She slowly walked towards the easel, head tilting while she studied the unfinished canvas that rested on it.

You stood there nervously. It had been some time since someone new viewed the art that you had created. For some reason, you felt anxious about her reaction. You wanted her to like them, to think that you were talented.

Why? Honestly probably because of who her brother was. For some reason in your mind you thought that maybe seeking out Helaena’s approval, a woman you had just met, would maybe put you in favor with her brother.

You shook the thought from your mind.

You also wanted her approval. She seemed like such a nice woman. And the thought of finally making a friend in this town sounded so appealing.

“Did you do all of these?” You heard her say and you turned your head back to her to see her now facing you, a look of wonder in her eyes as her hands played with each other in front of her.

You felt nervous, “Uh yeah most of them. Some are of other artists that I admire. But a lot of them are ones that I’ve done, yes.” You almost fumble while trying to get the words out, trying so hard not to stutter.

A smile spreads across her face, her sunshine-like personality showing through. She beams at you with what looks like admiration. “You’re so talented! These are beautiful!” She wrings her hands out in front of her, suddenly seeming almost nervous from her enthusiasm for your artwork.

You feel embarrassed at the heat that rushes to your cheeks as you blush. It felt so good when someone thought your artwork was beautiful. And to hear it from someone that seemed so kind just made you feel completely warm inside. “Thank you, Helaena…” You say quietly to her, “That means a lot to me.” You send her a smile, face still red before you turn to head into your kitchen so you can grab her the sugar. You’d hate to keep her here longer than she would want.

She follows you, still smiling widely as she looks around and gets entranced by all of the plants you have now that her attention has waned from the paintings. As you pour her two cups of sugar you think about her brother. You wonder if he’s as kind as her to people that he knows. Wonder if he hasn’t been as kind to you because you’re a stranger. Or maybe he just doesn’t like you. But then you remember when he held the door open for you, that was kind. But that didn’t necessarily mean that he liked you either.

When you’ve finished getting her the sugar, you turn your attention back to Helaena and watch as she fawns over the giant monstera plant that rests in the corner of your kitchen and smiles.

“You know,” she says, “My brother would probably love your paintings.” She turns to look at you, hand skimming over the leaves of the plant, “He’s a philosophy professor at the University of Westeros. He’s always had an interest in realism paintings and art history though. He especially enjoys ones like yours. He finds beauty in what they display.” She mutters.

The only problem though is that you don’t know which brother she is referring to, as you’re pretty sure that she has three. Your guess, and hope, is that it’s Aemond that she talks about. It makes the most sense that he’s a professor, considering he’s gone most of the day, especially early in the morning. And looking at the two boys that you saw in the hallway that day, you highly doubt that it’s either of them.

You decide to confirm, no point in not asking. “Aemond, right?” She beams at you.

“Yes!” She says, “He lives just next door to you. He didn’t have any sugar for the cupcakes me and him were making today.” She jumps like she just remembered something.”Oh no! I completely forgot we were in the middle of making cupcakes! I have to get back!” She says it all so quickly. “He’s probably wondering if I was kidnapped or something! He’s so weird like that. Way too overprotective” She walks over to you, worry on her face, but rolling her eyes when she mentions that he’s overprotective of her.

You hand her the sugar with a smile, amused by her reaction. Aemond’s overprotective? Honestly, that’s really attractive. You wondered if he’s overprotective of all the women in his life. Would he be overprotective of you?

But you would definitely be overprotective of Helaena too. She has to be one of the sweetest people you’ve ever met. You start to hope that you’ll get to have more interactions like this with her.

“Thank you so much for this! You’re a lifesaver!” She throws her arms around you in a hug, catching you by surprise. But you welcome it, wrapping your own arms around her as she squeezes you tightly. You simply tell her that it’s nothing and that you were glad to help.

When she pulls away she has that wide smile on her face again, eyes squinting. Her hands slide down to grab onto your arms. “I believe we’re going to become very good friends.” She says, squeezing your arms in a friendly way.

You bring your own hands up to grab her arms as well, “I would love that.” And you really would. The thought of being friends with someone who has treated you so nicely and has been so kind to you, fills you with joy.

You start guiding her to the door, intent on walking her out and being a gracious host. When she’s out in the hallway she asks if you’d like her phone number and you immediately give it to her, laughing at the little text she sends you so that you can save her own number.

“Thank you again!” She says before she’s walking down the hallway and heading into Aemond’s apartment.

When you close your front door you lean back against it and just let a smile overcome your face, so happy that you have finally made a friend after feeling lonely for so long.

It just so happens to be a slight bonus that you think her brother is hot.

Helaena called you two days later, asking how you were doing and how your artwork was coming along. It made you feel so happy to have someone showing care and interest in what you were doing. She asked you to get coffee with her a few days from then, and the plans were set.

The two of you would be meeting at a cute little cat cafe that Helaena said she frequents quite often. You were very excited.

The day after your phone call with Helaena, you see Aemond collecting his mail as you enter the building. This is the first time you had seen him since you had determined that you would not seek him out anymore.

Of course, that idea got thrown out the window when Helaena mentioned that her brother would be interested in your artwork.

Now you had begun to fantasize about what it would be like for him to study your paintings. Would he appreciate them as Helaena had? Would he think them crude and vulgar for the nudity that they displayed? Or would he look at them like they were the masterpieces you wished they would be? You honestly had no idea about what this man would think.

If his sister knew him well enough though, you assumed that simply because she said he would like them, he would.

That was if he even got to see them in the first place. How and why would this man ever be in your apartment? You had never even had a proper conversation with him.

You question whether you should try to initiate a conversation with him, wondering if he would be excited to talk to you or if he would simply endure you droning on. How would you even get to the topic of letting him come see your paintings?

In a shocking turn of events you didn’t even have to think about what you could possibly say to him as the second he noticed that you were entering the lobby of the building he turned his full attention towards you.

You stopped, shocked that for some reason he was now fully acknowledging you. However, you were definitely not opposed.

You watched as tucked his mail to his side and strode up to you, his long legs barely needing to move before he was directly in front of you, his head tilted down so he could stare into your eyes.

The man was so tall. He had to have definitely been over six feet.

And by god, he looked so good today. His long silver hair was braided and pulled back on the sides, he wore black pants and shoes as well as a black sweater and leather jacket. You had never seen someone color-match shades of black so easily. Had never seen someone pull off the color so well. But he did.

He was the pure definition of sex.

The piercings that he had in his ears didn’t help at all,

God, he was so hot.

You kept staring into his eyes, and almost melted when you heard his voice, “Hello,” he started, “I know it’s been a few days but I just wanted to thank you for allowing me and my sister to borrow some of your sugar.” His eyes never left yours. “She was very grateful for your kindness, as was I.” His lips were pursed, curving up at the edges in what appeared to be a smile.

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks at the immense eye contact he was still making with you, his bright blue and his milky white eye feeling like they were staring into your soul. You tried so hard not to stutter, “Of course, Mr. Targaryen! It was no problem at all. Your sister was very sweet to me and I find that I am growing quite fond of her. I hope that she and I can become better friends.” You beam at him, a smile coming to your face at the thought of the smiling girl.

This response seems to please him, as you watch his lips form a wider, more genuine smile, his eyes squinting, “Yes, I am not surprised. Helaena tends to have that effect on the people that she wishes to befriend.” He pauses for a second, “And there is no need for you to be so formal with me, ‘Mr. Targaryen’ reminds me of my students. Please, call me Aemond.” There is a light flush to his skin as he says this, as though he’s blushing.

You decide that it’s just the lighting. It had to be. There was no way this god of a man was blushing while talking to you.

But then you remember that he just told you to call him by his first name, and you begin to flush more at the thought of being close enough to him for that. “O-okay!” Damn, of course, you stuttered. Like you're some silly school girl that’s in one of his classes. Then you begin to picture yourself wearing a schoolgirl uniform as he stands at the front of his classroom, lecturing you before throwing you onto his desk and ruining you.

The thought rushes straight to your pussy, and your thighs clench at the thought of this man absolutely dominating you.

You’re taken out of your thoughts by his voice, “Helaena actually told me that you’re an artist. She said that your works were mesmerizing and that I just had to see them.” He’s leaning in a little closer to you now. Close enough to talk but not close enough to be entirely inappropriate. You wish he would get closer.

“She did? She mentioned that you have an interest in oil paintings.” You mutter shyly as he brings up your artwork. You had assumed that Helaena would talk to him about the artwork that she had seen in your apartment, but you didn’t know that he was going to end up bringing it up to you.

“I do. I find a certain beauty in them.” His head tilted as he stared down at you, eyes still looking into yours. You stared back, eyes wide while you started to bite on your lower lip. “Hm. I’d love to see your art if you’d let me.” Your eyes widened even more, completely shocked.

This man wanted to see your work. He barely even knew you and seemed like he was ignoring your existence and suddenly he wanted to look upon the paintings you had made.

That meant he would have to go into your apartment. Where you live.

He seemed to take your lack of a response as a rejection and took a step back from you, his open disposition suddenly changing, closing himself off. “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He turned to head down the hall, “Have a lovely day.” He began walking away.

No no no. You were going to say yes! “Mr. Tar-Aemond, wait!” You called out as you started walking after him.

He stopped at the sound of your voice, turning back towards you, causing you to stop as well. He stood tall, folding his arms behind his back and waiting for you to speak.

“I’d love for you to see my artwork. No one ever really shows an interest in them at all, besides your sister, so I was a little surprised.” Your heart was pumping in your chest now, anxiety taking over.

He seemed to relax, his arms coming back down to his sides and a little smile came upon his face again.

You began to speak again, unwillingly, of course, as the words just started spilling out of you. “The only thing is, my paintings are a little…suggestive.” It comes out a little quiet, and that goddamn blush still remains on your face.

This man is just constantly making you feel things.

He quirks his eyebrow up and takes a couple of steps closer to you, his arms now crossed in front of his chest.

“Isn’t that to be expected when it comes to oil paintings, sweetheart?” He questions, his smile suddenly changing from a smile into a smirk. His eyes bore into you, and for a second you almost swear that they were roaming over your whole body.

You feel an almost tension between the two of you that wasn’t there before. Like the air is suddenly thick with raw emotions.

But he called you sweetheart. You can feel your thighs clench and prey that he doesn’t notice.

Luckily he either doesn’t notice or just doesn’t react to it.

You give a shaky little nod. Then you notice that you both now stand right in front of the door to your apartment.

If he wants to see your paintings, now’s as good a time as any to show him.

“Since we’re both already here, would you like to come inside and see them now?” You bite your lip, hoping that he’ll say yes. “I can make us some tea if you’d like.” You mutter afterward.

He stands there for a moment, processing your words. His smirk turns back into his regular smile. “I’d love that, sweet girl.” He walks back to you, waiting beside you as you take your keys out and unlock your door so that you can both enter.

You thank god that you had done a full apartment clean not that long ago. The only messy area was where you had your easel set up with your current work in progress. It was surrounded by paint tubes, brushes, cups, and oil thinner. The rest of the apartment was clean and smelt amazing, due to the multitude of air fresheners you had. And the many plants that you had scattered around added to the already cozy vibe that it gave.

You hoped he thought it was nice.

He followed you inside, taking his shoes off after seeing you take off your own. You smiled at him in appreciation.

“So, this is my place.” You said shyly, hands clasped together in front of you after setting your bag down. “A lot of the artwork on the walls are mine, some of them aren’t but just ask me and I’ll let you know if one’s mine or not!” You say the words quickly as he stands there and watches you, looking severely out of place in your apartment with all of its light colors and plants while he wears all black. “Feel free to look at the paintings, I’m gonna go make us tea!” You mutter before heading into the adjoining kitchen.

You can feel your heartbeat out of your chest. You cannot believe that this beautiful man is actually standing in your apartment. Looking at your paintings. God, what you would give to throw him onto your couch and ride him right now.

Shaking that thought from your mind, you pull out your phone and send a quick text to Helaena. your brothers literally in my apartment checking out my paintings rn.

You set your phone down and grab your kettle, filling it with water as you watch Aemond walk around your living room, staring at the art that adorns the walls with his hand on his chin.

Your phone chimes and you pull your attention away from him and set the kettle on the stove so the water can boil.

Helaena was very quick to reply to you. oooooooo im sure hes gonna love them!!! they’re literally so good!!

You go to reply to her text but stop when you hear Aemond call out your name.

When you glance at him and walk out of the kitchen he’s standing in front of the largest painting you’ve ever done for yourself. You feel your skin heat up.

This was one of the more intimate paintings you had.

It was composed of two naked women dressing each other after bathing. They were entirely naked, the one woman in the painting kneeling in front of the other, touching her legs sensually as she helped her put her underwear on. The standing woman has her hands in the other’s hair, tangled within it. They were staring at each other, communicating in an unspoken language even you didn’t know.

To put it frankly, it was very erotic. And he called you to him when he was looking at it. You could feel yourself dying of embarrassment.

“Did you paint this one?” He asks, glancing at you as you stand at his side nervously picking at your nails.

You try to put enthusiasm behind your response, “Yeah, I did! This one is actually one of my favorites out of my collection.”

You wonder what he thinks of it. Does he think it’s good? Does he think it’s disgusting and too vulgar? Oh no! Is he homophobic? You hope he isn’t. Immediate ick if he is. You once again begin to worry.

You continue to pick your nails as he stares at the paintings, only stopping when you feel a pair of hands cup your own, stopping you from picking at your nails any longer. Your head jerks to meet his. He’s smiling at you, and you feel his hands squeeze yours. Your heart is racing, your cheeks are red and your breathing faster. He glances back at the painting, “You are very talented.” He mutters, “These paintings are truly beautiful.” He gives your hands another squeeze. You flush even more and preen under his compliment, biting your lip as you look at him. Relishing in the feeling of his hands on yours. They’re so large compared to yours. Literally dwarfing them.

He slowly releases your hands from his, muttering about how you shouldn’t pick at your nails like that.

Your reply is the one you give to everyone who tells you that. I know.

You hear the kettle go off, excusing yourself so you can prepare the tea that you had promised, shooting a quick text to Helaena when you arrive back in the kitchen. You tell her about how Aemond thought that the paintings were beautiful.

She simply tells you that she knew he would.

Aemond stayed for a little while longer, accepting and drinking the tea that you gave him graciously. You don’t talk much after he complimented your artwork, since he spends the rest of his time in your apartment admiring the other ones that you have displayed while you stand in front of your current work in progress, planning what you’ll do with it next.

He leaves not long after when he checks his watch and sees what time it is, citing that he has some papers he must go over for work.

When you say goodbye, he not only compliments your artwork again, but he also compliments you.

“I am not surprised that your paintings are near masterpieces, considering you were the one that painted them.” He smirks down at you before leaning forward and grasping one of your hands into his, laying a kiss upon your knuckles that sends your mind reeling and your heart literally beating out of your chest. “I’ll see you later, sweetheart.” You feel dizzy.

He steps back from you, giving you another smile before heading over to his own apartment.

You step back and close your front door, heart pounding as you think about what just happened.

You literally sprint to your phone that still lies in the kitchen so you can send a text to Helaena. would you hate me if i told you that im literally obsessed with your brother?

She responds almost immediately. girly i was hoping you would be!!!

The next day you meet up with Helaena at the cat cafe as planned.

The place is super cute, with adorable cat drawings on the walls and cats of all breeds scattered everywhere.

The two of you sit down at a little booth in the corner, drinking your fancy little drinks while Helaena is surrounded by about five cats and you simply pet one that lies in your lap.

“I don’t mind if you like my brother.” She says after you stop discussing your previous topic, scratching one cat under the chin while giving another a little head pat.

You flush, once again. “I mean, I just think he’s nice! I don’t really know much about him.” You mutter, looking down and focusing on the kitty that’s purring and rubbing his head into your hand.

Helaena giggles at your hasty remark. “You don’t have to know a lot about him to like him silly!” You look up to see her already looking at you, a knowing look in her eye. “I think he’s interested in you.” She says matter-of-factly.

“Helaena!” You sputter out, shocked at her bluntness. She lets out a full-blown laugh at this point, spooking the cats around her for a moment before they settle down again.

“I know my little brother very well, and I completely believe that he is interested in you.” She says now, “You should have seen him when I told him about your artwork! He sounded so intrigued about anything I had to say about you.” She reaches up to grab her mug, which makes you go for yours too,

After taking a sip of the peppermint hot chocolate that you got you reply, “Before this, he barely even looked in my direction! I swear he completely forgot that I even existed!” She gives you a deadpan expression in return.

“Girly, the whole reason I came to your apartment to ask for sugar in the first place was because Aemond said you seemed sweet and like you would share some!” She finally said, giving you a smug expression when you basically choke on the sip of your drink that you had just taken, causing the cat that was sitting in your lap to jump and run away.

“Helaena!” You say shocked. “Why didn’t you say this to me earlier?” You’re exasperated at this point. Was Aemond really into you like that? He was clearly older than you, and you thought that someone like him would definitely not be interested in someone like you. But you were becoming really good friends with his sister, who was older than him, meaning she was probably ten years older than you. You’d have to ask her.

She scoffed at you, “He’s still my little brother silly! I’m not just going to immediately tell you that he likes you! But the good thing is that you like him too!” She squeals, causing some of the tables next to you to look at you weirdly. You ignore them.

“Are you sure he does? I would rather not embarrass myself or get my hopes up.” The thought of this man actually liking you at the clear insistence of his sister is making your heart race. If he was really interested in you then what would you even do about it? Ask him out? Your anxious self would never.

The look on Helaena’s face looks like that of a disappointed mother, “Trust me, he likes you. Just wait, if I know my little brother well enough, then either he’ll do something about it, or he’ll give you the perfect opportunity to do it yourself.”

You kept talking to Helaena as the days went by, finding that you were much more alike than you had originally anticipated.

You were both creative people, whether it was through art or baking or anything else, and you bonded very closely over it.

The only thing was, she would not stop bringing up her brother.

It seemed that every conversation that the two of you had led to her mentioning something he had done recently, what he was currently up to, or something that the two had recently done together.

You had to commend her, she was dead-set on getting the two of you together.

“My closest friend dating my little brother? There’s nothing more I could ask for.” She told you when you asked her if she would even be okay if you tried pursuing Aemond. “Plus, I know you’d be good for him, he deserves to be with someone sweet like you.” You, obviously, flushed red at her words.

That was if you even tried pursuing Aemond in the first place.

You didn’t have his number or email or anything, and knocking on his front door and asking him out was definitely a no-go. That was just creepy.

But this was all if he even liked you in the first place.

Of course, you would trust Helaena’s words, but there was still a large sense of doubt that lingered in the back of your mind.

When looking at both you and Aemond, you appear to be complete opposites. He had this dark, mysterious aura about him while you thought yourself to be very bright and open. You were colorful, while he was gloomy and dark.

But maybe the saying opposites attract was true? You didn’t know. You only hoped.

You hadn’t seen Aemond at all since the interaction in your apartment though.

You recall the pet name he had called you: sweetheart. It rolled off his tongue so smoothly, and make you go weak in the knees every time you thought about him saying it to you again.

If he would even get the chance to say it again.

You thought that if he had the same level of interest as you that he would be actively searching you out then, as Helaena had said he might, but you assumed that he would also think it’s weird to just knock on your neighbor’s door telling them you think they’re hot.

You shuddered at the thought of some random dude down the hall doing that to you. But if Aemond did it, you’d probably faint right then and there.

You had asked Helaena how to start talking to him without seeming weird, but that girl was all for you just knocking on his door when he was home and telling him to spend time with you.

She seemed like a real hopeless romantic.

She simply told you that all you had to do was talk to him more. That he would start seeking you out because he liked talking to you. Even though you’d only ever had one real conversation together.

But you weren’t really giving yourself an opportunity to talk to him in the first place, since you didn’t leave your apartment due to not having to.

This gave you plenty of time to worry. Plenty of time to think about him. You wondered sometimes if you were just hyping him up in your mind. Building up this image of him and who he was and how he acted. In the end, he could be completely different from what you were expecting.

However, when you thought about Helaena and how she was as a person, you knew that everything she had to say about her brother was the complete truth. Maybe a little biased, but after what she had said about her other brother Aegon, you knew she wouldn’t lie about Aemond’s character just to sway you.

You had spent the day finishing up the commission you were working on when you first met Helaena. Adding finer details and highlighting certain areas with white paint when she had texted you.

me and aemond are about to start making cupcakes rn and i want you here so get over here.

You feel your eyebrows furrow at the text message, not expecting the sudden invitation.

You knew that Helaena was currently at Aemond’s due to her texting you that she would be, and the fact that you heard her knock on his door and shout his name when she arrived.

what??? is aemond okay with that???

She texts you back almost immediately. he said you can join. he really wants you here so he can stare at you like a weird cryptid but he just wont admit it. basically said “i dont mind if she joins since she’s your best friend” but what he really meant to say is “i’m in love with your best friend and really want her to join us so i can jump her bones”

You laugh abruptly at the text, not expecting her to say that about her brother. And you feel yourself begin to flush at the notion of Aemond wanting to sleep with you.

Then you realize that this means that you would be in Aemond’s apartment, with Aemond. Your heart starts beating like crazy and you feel a sudden wave of anxiety blow over you.

You look down at your phone when you see another message appear.

get over here in like five mins and then we can start

You send her a quick text back, rushing to your room so you can change into something that isn’t splattered with paint. okay fuck i just need to change since im painting.

You thank god that you had showered and washed your hair earlier that morning. All you had to do now was wash your hands and change.

You decided to wear something simple that would still look nice on you, not wanting to look like a mess in front of Aemond. You put on your favorite pair of mom jeans that accentuated the curve of your ass and one of your favorite shirts. You made sure your hair looked good in the mirror before spritzing yourself with perfume. You heard your phone ding.

bestie

Was all it said and you let out a little laugh. im coming rn just need to grab my keys

A minute later you were in the hallway locking your door and walking over to Aemond’s. You didn’t even get the chance to knock before Helaena was throwing it open and throwing her arms around you.

“HI!” She called out, squeezing you tightly around the waist. You let out a laugh at her enthusiasm for seeing you, wrapping your own arms tightly around her and swaying the both of you back and forth.

“You saw me only a few days ago!” You say in response. “You act as though you haven’t seen me in ages!” Helaena pulls back slightly from your hug, her eyes meeting yours as a wide smile adorns her face.

“That doesn’t mean that I didn’t miss you.” She rolls her eyes. She’s wearing her hair up in her fancy braids again, dangling earrings adorning her ears, and a few necklaces around her neck. She has on another oversize sweater, but this time she is wearing jeans that are somewhat similar to your own. Cute as always. “Come inside!” She pulls away from you fully to grab your arm and drag you inside.

Your first glimpse of Aemond’s apartment is honestly everything that you thought it would be. Bookshelves line the walls of his living room, filled to the absolute brim with books of varying sizes, colors and you assume genres. The theme is darker, with walls of dark green and furniture made of darker woods and fabrics. It’s very neat, with no obvious messes around. It appears as though everything has a place within his apartment.

It feels very cozy as well, with warm blankets and throw pillows on his couch and warm lighting. Overall, you really like it. You feel as though it suits him completely.

Helaena lets you take in the living room for a second before she drags you over to the kitchen. This is when you notice that you and Aemond’s apartments have basically the same exact setup, but you’re honestly not surprised by that. When the two of you walk into the kitchen, you notice that Aemond is already in there, pulling ingredients out of his cabinets and setting them down on the large countertop.

He looks so good today. His hair is pulled back into an intricate braid, which is most likely courtesy of Helaena. He wears a black sweater that he’s pulled the sleeves up on, exposing his forearms. His forearms.

You almost melt. Then you decide to not be weird like you usually are.

“Hi, Aemond!” You call out as cheerfully as you can, trying not to blush when his attention focuses on you. Although that completely fails when he sends you a smile, much like the one Helaena always sends you.

“Hello, love.” He says gently, “Thank you for joining us, Helaena was very hopeful that you would say yes to our invitation.” You watch him as he speaks to you, staring at the way his lips move. Your eyes flicking back up to meet his own as he finishes, flushing when you notice that he’s already staring back at you, a smirk starting to form on his mouth

You bite your lip, your eyes glancing down to the floor before looking back at him. “Thank you for the invitation, baking sounded too fun to pass out on. “ You turn to Helaena, muttering, “Not like I was given much of a choice though.” Mockingly glaring at her and laughing when she scoffs and slightly shoves you. You glance back at Aemond, your breath hitching when you see him already looking at you, an unreadable look on his face.

“Cupcake time!” Helaena suddenly yells out, and you turn back to her rolling up her own sleeves. Aemond turns around to finish grabbing the rest of the ingredients while Helaena walks behind the counter to grab the stand mixer that rests in the corner.

“Do you guys have enough sugar this time?” You decide to joke, and a smile breaks out onto your face when Helaena laughs and Aemond lets out a “Hm.”

“Yes, luckily,” Helaena says, grabbing the sugar and waving it in your face, laughing when you shove it away and roll your eyes.

“What kind of cupcakes are we even making?” You ask, confused when you see Aemond turn to his fridge and pull out a bag of lemons, blueberries, and cream cheese, as well as typical baking ingredients like butter and milk.

Helaena jumps in excitement, leaning across the counter so that her face is closer to yours as you stand on the other side. “We’re making lemon cupcakes with a blueberry cream cheese frosting.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“Ooh stunnin’!” You exclaimed, “Those sound so good.” She nods her head, happy with your answer before a smirk stretches across her face and she gives you a devious look.

“They’re actually Aemond’s favorite!” She bursts out, grinning maniacally at you when you give her a look, red cheeks burning. You then turn to Aemond to see him already glaring at Helaena, a murderous look in his eye.

His head turns to face you when he notices you looking at him, and you sputter to say something so you don’t seem like a creep to him. “They sound really good!” He just continues to look at you for a second before again looking at Helaena with a glare.

“Should we get started?” You ask a moment later, trying to avoid any type of awkwardness that might arise due to Helaena’s little outburst,

Curse her for trying to expose you like that. Or maybe she was trying to expose Aemond? You simply had no idea.

“Yes!” Helaena calls out, jumping around the kitchen and ensuring that all of the ingredients are now out. “First things first, preheat the oven.”

You’re all given your own little tasks, Aemond and Helaena measuring out the proper ingredients while you zest and juice the lemons required. Helaena puts music on before you start, and you have the occasional conversation as you go about your business.

At one moment, as you continue with your arduous task of zesting and juicing, Aemond ends up standing right next to you, standing so close as he measures out the baking soda and baking powder.

You glance to your left, having to look up to see his face as he focuses on his task. You bite your lip in thought, admiring his side profile as he continues.

Of course, that doesn’t last for long however as he suddenly turns his head a little bit and makes eye contact with you, a smirk pulling at his lips as his eyes then glance down to your lips. You watch as his eyes narrow while he looks down at you biting your lip. His smirk pulls wider at his lips before his eyes flicker back up to yours and his own teeth are pulling at his lower lip.

Your heart is pounding in your chest, your eyes wide and heat rushing down to your pussy, causing you to squeeze your thighs together. You see his eyes glance down at them before looking back up at you. You barely hear it but you swear you can hear him mutter out “fuck.”

Your attention is pulled away from each other when Helaena asks Aemond to help her prepare all of the ingredients for the blueberry frosting since you still weren’t done with zesting and juicing the lemons. You jerk your head back to the lemons in front of you, continuing your task so that they won’t be waiting on you any longer.

You faintly hear Helaena murmur something to Aemond, and glance up to see his entire face turn red in response. You raise your eyebrows, confused as to what exactly the girl could have said for him to blush like that. You catch Helaena’s eye as Aemond goes back to what he was doing, but all she does is let out a little giggle and shake of her head.

You roll your eyes before juicing the last lemon, throwing it out and grabbing the bowls filled with zest and lemon juice, and bringing them over to where all the measured-out ingredients lie.

While you had been zesting and juicing, Helaena had measured out everything needed and had grabbed everything else that you would need, like a food processor and mixing bowls.

You continued to help, the three of you adding and mixing until the batter was resting in the cupcake tins and Aemond was putting them into the oven.

You had started up a conversation with Helaena while the three of you were finishing up with the mix. You discussed how both of your works had been going; her job at the vet’s office and your most recent painting. She had told you that things had been going well recently, but just yesterday there had been an abandoned litter of three-week-old puppies that had been brought in, and everyone was worried that they weren’t going to make it.

Your heart broke at the thought, and that was when Helaena got a call from the vet’s office saying that they needed her there if it was possible due to some complications with the puppies.

So Helaena, the animal lover that she was, said that she would be there immediately and smiled at the both of you sadly before saying that it was an emergency and she had to go.

Aemond had told her that he understood, with you nodding your head in agreement.

The only problem that arose was when she asked if you guys could finish the frosting and put it on the cupcakes while she was gone. That meant you’d have to stay and finish baking. With Aemond. Alone.

This girl really wanted to kill you, didn’t she?

For a second you wondered if she actually had a work emergency but you had seen the caller ID when her phone went off, and you knew it was actually her work calling her.

Before you had even replied to her, Aemond had said that the two of you would be happy to finish the cupcakes. His head slightly turned in your direction, and you watched as he glanced at you very briefly, before turning back to his sister and telling her to let him know when she’s home after work.

After that, all you could do was watch as Helaena grabbed her things and headed out the door, calling out that she loved the both of you and would see you later.

Then you were alone.

With Aemond fucking Targaryen.

Somehow, you had two heartbeats, and they were both going crazy.

Aemond turned to face you and gave you a reserved smile. “There’s still around ten minutes left for the cupcakes to bake, then we have to wait for them to cool before we can even start frosting them.” You turned to face him as he spoke to you, crossing your arms to stop yourself from picking at your nails with the current nervousness that you were facing. “So we can start making the frosting now, that way we could take our time.” You felt like he was staring into your soul right now, so all you could do was nod in agreement and watch as he turned to then start putting everything together.

Aemond asked you to cook the blueberries in a saucepan with some other ingredients, and that’s what you were doing while he took the cream cheese and made the other part of the frosting.

Neither of you started a conversation at first. You felt too awkward to just start talking to him, and you couldn’t even think of anything to talk about in the first place. You weren’t well versed in philosophy so you couldn’t really ask him about that unless you wanted to be perceived as a fool, so silence it was.

You hear the oven go off and move to the side so he can pull the cupcakes out of the oven. You watch as he puts mitts on before taking the tins out and setting them down. You don’t stare for long though as you refuse to let the blueberries burn, so you move back in front of the stove the second he’s done with the oven.

“How is your artwork coming along?” His voice cut you out of the reverie that you were suddenly in, and you felt yourself come back into focusing on anything that wasn’t the blueberries.

You turned to face him. He’s done with the cupcakes now, letting them cool down on another part of the counter. Now, he’s standing at the counter directly behind the stove, leaning against it while looking at you, his arms crossed against his chest. You blushed when your gaze met his. He was staring at you so intensely, his entire focus only on you.

You smiled back at him before turning to continue mixing the blueberry mixture, smooshing some of the blueberries down as you went. “I finished the piece I was working on when you visited.” You said to him, glancing back as you said it. “Now I’m working on a personal piece.” You muttered afterward. You continued mixing.

Suddenly there was the warm feeling of a body right next to you. Your head quickly turned to your left, where Aemond had come so close to your side.

He was so close. You could feel his arm brushing up against yours.

“A few more minutes and that should be done.” He said to you, eyes meeting yours before looking down so briefly that you barely even caught it. You turned your head away abruptly, overwhelmed by his closeness and his attention.

“O-okay!” You turn your head again to send him a wide smile to hopefully cover up your little stutter, growing more nervous the longer he stands next to you. When you turn your head back to the pan, you bite your lips to control the smile that starts to stretch across your face at the realization that he’s right next to you.

You feel his body move a little bit, but it’s not to move away from you. He turns so he’s leaning against the countertop right next to the stove, arms crossed against his chest and face turned towards yours.

You glance upwards and find that he’s already staring at you, eyes narrowed and a smirk on his lips. Your heart picks up from its already fast beat, somehow racing even fasting in your chest.

A thousand thoughts are running through your head now.

This man has to be interested in you, right? The looks he’s been giving you since you’ve entered his apartment have screamed “I’m thinking about fucking you right now.” This man would not just be smirking at you and staring at you if he didn’t want to sleep with you.

But were you going to act on it? Hell no. The absolute mortification you would feel if you tried something and he rejected you would literally make you move. No joke. You would not be able to continue living next to him if that were to happen.

So you just sent him another smile before finishing up with the blueberries and scraping the mixture into a bowl before putting it into a larger bowl filled with ice and water that he had prepared. At this point, you’ve moved entirely away from him to do this but he remains exactly where he is, staring at you with that look on his face.

You cannot take the silence any longer. Perceived as a fool for your lack of knowledge in philosophy be damned.

“So, Helaena told me that you're a philosophy professor.” You say as you lean back on the counter across from him, matching his stance. You watch as a smile stretches across his face, his eyes crinkling as he watches you.

“Yes, I am.” He says in response, “I teach at the University of Westeros.” He follows up with.

Your eyes meet his, “How long have you been teaching there?”

Aemond’s eyes don’t leave yours but you can see him bite the inside of his cheek before he responds, “I believe it’s been around three years now.”

You try so hard to do the quick math to see if you can figure out how old he is. You know that you need a doctorate to be a college professor, so that means he got his bachelor's, master's, and then doctorate. Which is about 10-12 years, if you’re correct. So early 30s it is.

Honestly, you’d probably be obsessed with this man even if he was 40.

“Do you enjoy it?” You ask him, entirely serious.

He lets out a little laugh, his grin wide as he looks at you, “I wouldn’t be doing it if I didn’t enjoy it, sweet girl.” Your breath hitches at the name, and you bite your lower lip. His grin immediately leaves his face, eyes squinting as they dart down to your lips.

“If you don’t stop biting your lip like that sweet girl...” He mutters it so quietly that you almost can't hear him, but you do. Your eyes go wide and you freeze, watching how he licks his lips as he takes you in. “Gods, I want to fuck you so bad.”

All the breath leaves your body, heat rushing straight to your core causing your thighs to clench at the tingling feeling. Your cheeks are bright red, heart racing and you feel a shaky breath leave your mouth as you stare at him.

He actually wants you.

This man, this absolute god of a man wants to fuck you.

All you can do is look at him, frozen where you stand, legs unwilling to move. All you can do is mutter out a quiet, “Aemond…” Before he’s standing up straight and advancing on you, pushing you against the counter you rest on, hand coming up to grab your jaw.

He leans over you, body pressed against yours, face hovering above you, his lips close enough to yours that you can feel his warm breath every time he exhales. His hand is firm on your chin, not exactly gentle but not rough either.

The warmth in his body spreads to yours, heating you up. You can feel the slight hardness of something poking into your stomach and you glance down briefly before looking into his eyes again.

Aemond’s blue eye stares into yours, watching your every movement as your breathing starts picking up. His head presses closer to your own, your lips brushing against each other. Your neck curves back, and you push your chest and lips closer toward his, brushing against his lips again.

His other hand slides down to your hip, gripping it firmly before pushing himself into you, grinding his cock into you.

A mixture between a whine and a moan escapes your mouth before his lips are fully pressing into yours, silencing you.

It takes you a second to respond to his kiss, not fully comprehending that it’s actually happening for a second. But then you feel his lips move against yours and you follow suit, kissing him with a burning passion. Pouring all of the emotions you have towards him into it.

You feel his tongue run across your lower lip and you open your mouth, allowing him to lick into it as a moan leaves the back of your throat.

Your hands come up to hold onto him. One pressing against his cheek and jaw as he passionately kisses you while the other goes to the back of his head, releasing the hair tie from his hair so you can run your hands through his braid, loosening it until his hair falls smoothly from his head.

He tightens his grip on your hip, pulling you closer to him as he shoves you further into the counter, grinding his hips into you as his other hand grabs your hair and pulls back, exposing your neck.

You let out a gasp at the harsh feeling, eyes fluttering when you feel his lips begin to drag across your neck, sucking and biting and licking as you shake in his arms.

Aemond lets out a little moan when you pull his hair after he bites down a little harder than before. You do it again, relishing in the breathy moan that follows after, pulling his head up and back to your own, melding your lips together again.

His hands move to your hips, squeezing tight before he’s lifting you up and setting you on the counter, standing in between your legs and letting out a laugh at the squeal that sounds out of you at the sudden movement.

His hands slide down to your thighs, gripping tightly as he brings his face back to yours and reconnects your lips. Your hands fly back to his hair, your grip tight as he lets you guide his head for a moment before one of his hands moves upwards and stops at your neck, wrapping around it and adding a firm pressure, but not outright squeezing.

You let out a moan, movements seizing when he adds pressure on the sides and takes your bottom lip with his teeth, pulling back and biting down lightly before pulling away from your lips entirely.

He stares down at you now, hand wrapped around your throat as you pant and whine, legs wrapped around him squeezing while you attempt to grind into him.

A laugh escapes him, dark and full of promises.

“Do you like it rough, sweet girl?” He murmurs, fingers pressing into your throat a little tighter for a moment before loosening. You moan out, nodding your head despite the hand around your throat.

You feel yourself entering that special space that’s only happened a few times before, relinquishing all of your control to Aemond as your mind goes fuzzy and your pussy grows wetter.

The both of you moan out when Aemond grinds his cock straight into your pussy, the delicious friction scratching right against your clit.

He buries his head into your neck, biting you before moving upwards, his mouth coming to rest right beside your ear,

“I’m going to take you to my room and I’m going to eat your sweet pussy before I fuck you raw. Is that alright sweet girl?” You moan out at the words, pussy clenching at nothing and your head nodding before he’s grabbing under your thighs and picking you up, walking you through his apartment until you reach his bedroom.

You bounce on the bed when he throws you down, giggling while you lay there and stare at him.

He stands at the end of the bed, tall and imposing.

His long hair is slightly messy around his head, silver strands askew from the number of times you ran your hands through it.

You watch as he takes off his shirt, his lithe upper body skinny but full of toned muscle. You want to bite into him like an apple.

You jerk down the bed when Aemond grabs your ankle, pulling you to him.

You're right on the edge now, legs dangling over as Aemond stands right in front of you. “Do you want this, sweet girl?” He stares down at you with a smirk, hand now palming at his hard cock. You glance at it, biting your lip before nodding your head. “Words, darling.”

Your eyes flicker up to his, “Yes.” You mutter meekly, legs squeezing together.

He lets out a little tsk, “Yes what?” Your eyebrows furrow, and you take a moment to comprehend what he said before you realize exactly what he wants.

“Yes, daddy.” You practically moan out.

He lets out a groan at your words, hands rushing to your hips to undo your belt and take it off, quickly unbuttoning your pants and sliding them down your legs, leaving you in only your panties.

You’re grateful that you chose to wear your cute underwear today, some part of you hoping that this would happen.

Aemond moans at the sight of your soaked underwear, his hand reaching out and running one of his fingers over your covered pussy. You whine at the contact, and wiggle your hips, hoping that he’ll do something more than just tease you. “Aemond…” His name comes out as a whine as well, and suddenly he’s rushing to pull your panties down your legs, spreading your legs and throwing them over his shoulders as he kneels down on the ground.

You lay there, panting in anticipation as Aemond lays open-mouthed kisses on your thighs, sucking and biting occasionally. He continues to tease you, every so often coming closer to your core before slowly moving away and lavishing his attention somewhere else. You whine at the teasing, trying to get him to focus his attention on your pussy, but he just continues.

“So desperate for me, aren’t you?” You hear him mutter up to you. When you look down at him, he’s already looking back up at you, lips puffy from the kisses you shared and the kisses he had laid upon your legs. “If you beg me, my love, I just might consider ending your torment.” He murmurs out, going back down to your inner thigh and sucking harshly.

You moan out, legs tightening around his head. “Please, Aemond. Please, I need it so bad.” You whine. But he scoffs against your leg, one of his hands hovering over your pussy before he lays a smack onto it, laughing at the gasp that escapes your lips as your hips buck into him.

“Now that’s not what I told you to call me, was it?” He says sharply before laying a bite into the meat of your thigh again, breathily laughing as you gasp again.

“Daddy.” You let out a whine accompanying it. But the whine turns into a moan as you feel him finally give attention to your pussy. He licks a strip up it, letting out a moan himself.

“You taste divine, sweet girl.” He says before diving back in and running his tongue all the way to your clit, stopping for a moment to wrap his lips around it and suck.

You moan out, hips rising from the bed at the delicious feeling of his mouth finally on you. Your hands flying down to tangle in his hair and pull.

He lets out a moan of his own and brings an arm across to hold your hips down, continuing his assault as he lavishes your pussy with licks and sucks.

You cannot stop moaning, a pressure building up in your lower stomach as he continues with his ministrations.

He fucks you with his tongue, his nose digging into your clit as he fucks in and out of you consistently, one of his hands tightly gripping onto your thighs as it rests on his shoulders.

The pressure continues building inside of you, and you let out even more moans as he brings his mouth back up to your clit and sucks, hallowing his cheeks out as he does so. All you can do is look down and watch him. Watch as he relishes in the taste of your pussy, eyes closed and grip tight.

You feel as his hand releases your leg and drags up to your pussy, one of his fingers prodding at the tight hole before sliding in down to the knuckle, curving within you before he starts fucking you with it. Your grip on his hair tightens, a high-pitched moan escaping your lips, he lets out his own moan.

He continues to fuck you with his finger, sliding in another one not long after, curving both of them and hitting that spongy spot within you that makes you see stars. Your moans become more frequent, and the coil that’s in your stomach just keeps stretching tighter and tighter as you grind against Aemonds face.

He pulls his face away from your pussy for a moment, his fingers still fucking you as he looks up at you, his lips and chin covered in your juices. Your walls tighten around his fingers at the set and he lets out a laugh and starts fucking into you hard. “Such a dirty little whore.” He says to you, and he laughs again when he feels your walls tighten on his fingers again. “You like that, don’t you? My dirty little whore.” You moan out, knowing that you’re going to come soon, squeezing down on his fingers.

“I-I’m gonna come, daddy.” You stutter out, spasming around him and moaning again.

“Yeah, baby?” He replies mockingly, “Are you going to soak my fingers like the dirty girl you are?” You feel as he adds a third one, the stretch absolutely delicious.

You moan out a confirmation, and he leans down to attach his mouth to your clit again, sucking as hard as he can while he continues to plow his fingers into your wet pussy.

You feel the coil within your stomach pull tighter and tighter, a weird sensation building up alongside it, almost like you need to pee but also not. You focus on the sensation of his fingers inside of you and his mouth on your clit, your hands gripping tighter onto his hair.

You feel your release coming, and you moan out his name as you come, squirting out onto his chin and hands and all over his bed sheets. Your legs shake, back arching off of the bed as you feel it leak out of you.

Aemond removes his fingers from your pussy and laps up your cum, moaning at the taste. “Dirty little girl.” He mutters as he continues to lick into you, eating your cum as it leaks all over.

You shake in the aftershocks of your orgasm, feeling weightless as you pant and gasp for breath, your skin dewy and your heart pounding. “Fuck, daddy.” You whine out, little spasms shaking your legs.

Aemond pulls away from your pussy, his hand reaching up to his chin to wipe your cum away before sticking it into his mouth, moaning. He stands up fully, once again towering above you as you lay on the bed, recovering from the intense orgasm that he had gifted you.

You come back to earth as you feel him grab your waist and hike you up the bed, resting your head on one of the pillows that lie there as you get your bearings. He leans over you, his eyes staring into yours while you catch your breath. Then he’s diving down and connecting your lips, the taste of your lips on his mouth making you moan. The taste of you is sweet and tangy, and you can’t help but imagine the thought of what your cums would taste like together, pooling out of your pussy as he laps it up. You shiver at the thought.

Your hands come up to wrap around his shoulders, nails digging into the meat of them.

You continue to kiss, his tongue licking into you as he starts grinding his erection down into your dripping pussy. You shake at the overstimulation that hits your clit, whining at the feeling when his lips disconnect from yours. You open your eyes to see him hovering above you again, a smirk on his face.

“From the moment I saw you I knew I had to ruin you, sweet girl.” He says, eyes dark and lips glistening. “Your pussy is delectable, I intend to make a meal out of it every day.” You moan at the words, your hips lifting up to grind into his at the thought of this happening every day. You don’t know if your pussy could take it.

“Please fuck me, daddy.” You mutter out, pulling his head back down to yours and kissing him. He licks into your mouth harshly, hands grabbing your wrists and pushing them down onto the bed, relinquishing your control.

He pulls away from you, releasing your arms and pulling you up so he can pull your shirt off of you, admiring the sight of your breasts in your bra. He pushes you back down and follows you, laying kisses across your chest before claiming one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and lapping at it as his hand comes up to pinch the other. You moan out, hips pushing up and hands cradling his head as he continues to lap at your nipples, switching in between them.

He pulls away and stares at you for a moment, “I’m going to fuck your pussy so hard.” He says before he’s pulling entirely away and undoing his pants so he can push them and his underwear down, revealing his swollen cock to you.

He’s so big and long, precum dripping from his red tip as his cock bounces in the air. You moan out at the sight and open your legs to him, exposing your pussy to him again.

He lets out a laugh at your eagerness. “You don’t mind if I fuck you raw, do you, my love?” You shake your head quickly.

“Please daddy, I need to feel all of you inside of me.” You whine out, truly becoming desperate for him now that you’ve seen his cock. He smirks at you before crawling onto the bed and on top of you, slotting his hips in between your legs and dragging his cock across your wet folds.

You moan out when it catches against your clit, legs twitching.

Aemond grabs your legs, pushing them up slightly as he holds himself up on top of you. He rubs his cock against your folds, grinding down and moaning at the feel of you. He removes one of his hands from your leg, grabbing his cock and guiding the tip to your pussy, pushing in slightly.

The both of you moan at the feeling. Your eyes flutter and you close them, back arches and head tipped back at the feeling. But your eyes shoot open when you feel Aemond wrap one of his hands around your throat, squeezing on the sides. “That’s right, little whore.” He whispers to you, “Keep your eyes open for me.” He gives you another squeeze but doesn’t release his hand from your throat.

Then he begins pushing in, your tight walls squeezing and sucking him in as you struggle to keep your eyes open, gasping at the feeling.

He lets out a “fuck” and keeps pushing in, hand squeezing your throat slightly. You moan out, walls clamping down on him.

“Fuck daddy…” You whine out when he bottoms out, cock fully sheathed inside of you.

The feeling of him inside of you is amazing. The stretch of his thick cock and the feeling of his hand around your throat sends you into a state of euphoria as you struggle to keep your eyes open.

Aemond is not much better, his eyes are closed as he struggles not to immediately start pounding into you, wanting to give you a second to adjust to his large size before he fucks you into the bed.

His eyes open again when he hears you say, “Please, daddy.” And he looks at your face as you stare up at him, begging him to move and fuck you.

He doesn’t waste a second, pulling out of you before sliding back in.

You both moan out together again, his hand tightening around your throat as he begins pushing in and out of your cunt, picking up his pace and starting a rhythm.

Your eyes threaten to roll into the back of your head, and your hands come up to grab onto his wrist as he continues to choke you, slowing your breathing in the most delicious way.

The coil is back in your stomach, and this time it tightens faster than before. The feeling of his cock pushing against your walls is so much better than you could have imagined.

You stare up at him as he pounds into you, his pace picking up as your eyes catch his. The hand that’s wrapped around your throat moves, sliding down your body until he reaches your clit, rubbing fast circles onto it as you let out loud moans.

“Open your mouth.” Aemond suddenly says. You’re confused as to what he means, but you don’t question it, immediately opening up your mouth as wide as you can for him. You watch as he spits into your mouth. “Now swallow it.” You do so immediately, pussy squeezing around him when he calls you a “good girl” afterward.

He lets out a delicious moan before pulling out of your pussy.

You whine at the empty feeling inside of you, hands pawing at his arms before he’s grabbing you and flipping you onto your stomach, grabbing your hips and pitching them up until your face is buried in the pillows and your ass is in the air.

Aemond grabs onto your ass, kneading the meat of it before he leans down and bites into you, spanking you afterward when you let out a loud moan at the feeling. “You’re perfect.” You hear him mutter before his hands move to your hips and he’s pushing his cock into you again.

You moan at the relief you feel, happy to be so full of his cock again.

He immediately starts pounding into you this time, pace fast and rough as he fucks you into the bed.

His cock glides in and out of you, occasional smacks landing on your ass as you moan out for him.

You feel the coil tighten again, so close to coming. “Harder daddy, please!” You call out, panting and gripping onto the sheets tight as his thrusts get harder.

He grabs your hair, pulling until you're leaning up on your knees, your back to his chest as the new angle lets his cock dive deeper into your pussy. You moan out together, and you turn your head to face his, your lips connecting in a messy, passionate kiss. Your hand goes up to cradle his head, the other grabbing onto his side from behind, as he continues to fuck up into you.

You feel the coil tighten and tighten, bringing you so close to relief. Then Aemond moves his hand to your pussy, finding your clit and rubbing it harshly until you're seeing stars and coming on his cock.

You moan out loudly, body shuddering as he continues to fuck you, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you pull tightly on his hair. Moaning even louder when you feel the heat of his cum fill you as he comes inside of your pussy, his own moans mixing with yours as he connects your lips again.

You continue to kiss as you both come down from your highs. Breaths mingling when you pull away from each other.

You stare into his eyes as he stares into yours, the both of you panting for breath. A smile begins to pull on your lips, one forming on his own not long after. One of his hands comes up to cradle the back of your head, pulling you into him as he passionately kisses you again.

He pulls away from you again, slowly pulling his cock out of your ruined pussy. You whine at the feeling, missing his cock inside of you and feeling empty. He gives you a short peck on the lips and helps lay you down on the bed before pulling away from you entirely.

“I’ll be back in a moment, my love.” He says. You nod your head and close your eyes, feeling the exhaustion creep into your frame now that you’re done.

You don’t know how long you lay there for when Aemond gets back. You feel him spread your legs a little before a cool wet cloth is rubbing away the cum that drenches your pussy. You open your eyes and watch him, a smile on your face at his caring and kind actions.

He glances up at you when he’s done, setting the cloth aside and climbing back into the bed right next to you.

He pulls you into him, laying on his back and pulling you to rest on his chest. You wrap your arm around him, squeezing tight as you hear the thumping of his heart as your head lays on his chest.

You feel him lean down and press a kiss to your head, sighing in contentment at the moment.

After a few minutes of resting and settling after your little rendezvous, you pull away from Aemond a little bit, leaning up on your elbow as you look at him, him looking back at you. A small smile rests on his face, and you lean forward and press a kiss to your lips, humming with joy as his lips press back against yours.

When you pull away you look back down at him, eyes roaming over his face.

Now or never.

“Would you like to go out on a date with me?” You ask him, heartbeat picking up and anxiety clawing at you.

He leans up, wrapping his arms around you as he responds, a large smile gracing his face as he tells you that he’d love to go on a date with you.

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Closer II

Summary:

Both Aemond and Lucaela deal with the concequences of their mating as certain revelations come to light.

Warning(s): Language, Angst, Uncle/Niece Incest, Kissing, Smut – Fingering, Oral Sex, P in V, Knotting, Marriage, Pregnancy, Child Birth, Character Death.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x O.C LUCAELA VELARYON

INSPIRED BY - 'NINE INCH NAILS - CLOSER'

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 6623

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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"You fool!" Otto roared, his voice echoing off the walls of his chambers. "You can't keep your damn knot in your breeches, can you? Irreversibly tying yourself to Rhaenyra's daughter, of all people!"

Aemond's jaw tensed, his own frustration mounting as he bore the brunt of his grandfather's wrath. "I never intended for this to happen, grandfather," he protested, his voice tinged with desperation. "But Lucaela-she's my mate. I couldn't deny our bond any longer."

"Your mate be damned!" Otto spat, his fists clenching at his sides. "Do you realize what you've done? You've single-handedly destroyed any chance we had of securing the throne for your brother. All because you couldn't control your urges, I thought I had to worry about your brother, not you”.

"Grandsire-“ muttered Aemond.

Otto's mind raced as he tried to salvage the remnants of his meticulously laid plans, the very foundations of which now seemed to crumble beneath his feet. With Rhaenyra and Daemon demanding that Aemond marry Lucaela, Otto saw a sliver of opportunity amidst the chaos.

"If we can't control the situation," he mused aloud, his voice heavy with frustration, "Perhaps we can manipulate it to our advantage."

Rhaenyra's attachment to her daughter was well-known, a weakness that could be exploited if handled with care. If Lucaela became a pawn in their political game, they might be able to force Rhaenyra to come to terms and bend to their will.

"Force her hand," Otto murmured to himself, his mind churning with possibilities. "Use Lucaela as leverage to ensure Rhaenyra's compliance."

The Alpha within Aemond roared in protest as he listened to his grandfather's plans for Lucaela. Deep within him, a primal instinct surged, rejecting Otto's manipulative schemes with a ferocity that matched the flames of a dragon.

"No," Aemond growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I will not allow Lucaela to be used as a pawn in your games”.

Otto's gaze hardened as he locked eyes with Aemond, his own resolve unyielding in the face of his grandson's defiance. "You are willing to risk everything," he countered, his voice laced with frustration, "Your own life, the lives of your brothers and sister, the life of your mother, all for the sake of this bond?"

Aemond squared his shoulders and shook his head, his grandsire’s words playing on a loop in his mind.

But the Alpha inside him was furious, demanding that he protect his mate.

"If Rhaenyra is crowned queen, we will all be in danger. She will see us as threats to her rule, and she will stop at nothing to eliminate us."

“Grandsire-there has to be another way“ muttered Aemond.

Otto shook his head, his expression grim. "What of the realm?" he challenged. "Do you not care about the stability of the Seven Kingdoms? Aegon is the King’s firstborn son, the crown is his by right”.

"But at what cost?" Aemond shot back, his tone fierce. "Do we sacrifice everything we hold dear in the name of political expediency? I refuse to let Lucaela suffer for our ambitions, to see her used as a pawn in a game of thrones."

“I implore you to see reason Aemond-a living contender invites challenge. We must work together to secure your brother’s succession,” said Otto.

“Not at the cost of Lucy-“

"You're being used, Aemond," declared Otto, his tone cold and unforgiving. "Can't you see? Lucaela deliberately placed herself in front of you, knowing full well you wouldn't be able to resist her scent."

Aemond's jaw clenched at the accusation, his Alpha instincts bristling with indignation. "You speak as if Lucaela is some kind of manipulative pawn," he countered, his voice sharp with defiance. "But she is my mate. Our bond is stronger than any scheme Rhaenyra could concoct."

Otto shook his head, his expression incredulous. "You only lost one eye how could you be so blind" he scoffed. "Do you honestly believe Lucaela's actions are purely out of love? She is her mother’s daughter, and she’s been raised by Daemon. You think it's a coincidence that she presented herself to you on the day of the Driftmark petition?"

Aemond's chest tightened at the implication, his mind reeling with the possibility that he had been deceived. But even as doubt crept into his thoughts, he refused to entertain the notion that Lucaela's feelings for him were anything less than genuine.

"You don't understand” he asserted, his tone firm and resolute. "Through our bond, I can feel her emotions, her feelings for me. They are genuine, I would know if they were false."

“A fools notion” scoffed Otto.

His Alpha instincts surged within him, reinforcing his conviction with a primal certainty that Otto could not hope to comprehend. "You speak of manipulation and deceit, but you underestimate the power of our connection," Aemond continued, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. "I can feel her love for me. No scheme or plot could fabricate such emotion."

Otto's scepticism faltered slightly, a flicker of doubt crossing his features as he regarded his grandson. But he quickly regained his composure, his resolve unyielding in the face of Aemond's protestations.

"Feelings can be fickle, Aemond," he cautioned, his voice tinged with warning. "Do not let your emotions cloud your judgment”.

But Aemond remained steadfast, his faith in Lucaela unwavering despite the doubts cast upon their relationship. "I trust in our bond, grandsire," he declared, his voice ringing with determination. "No matter the challenges we face, I will stand by Lucaela's side”.

Otto's voice carried a solemn warning as he fixed Aemond with a steely gaze. "When the time comes, Aemond," he said, his tone grave, "You had better pray to the Seven that your bond with Lucaela will be enough to save not only your life but the lives of your siblings as well."

As he rounded a corner, Aemond's heart skipped a beat at the sight that greeted him. There she was, Lucaela, radiant and alluring as ever, standing in the company of her stepfather, Daemon. His presence sent a surge of possessiveness coursing through Aemond, the Alpha within him bristling at the sight of another Alpha in such close proximity to his mate.

For a moment, Aemond stood rooted to the spot, torn between the conflicting urges warring within him. On one hand, the desire to assert his claim over Lucaela burned fiercely within him, driving him to emphasise his dominance over any who would dare to encroach upon their bond.

But on the other hand, a voice of reason whispered in the back of his mind, reminding him of the consequences of giving in to his primal instincts.

With a deep breath, Aemond forced himself to calm, the turmoil within him subsiding slightly as he approached Lucaela and Daemon. "Lucaela," he greeted her, his voice husky with desire yet tempered with restraint. "I was hoping to find you."

Lucaela turned to him, her eyes lighting up with warmth and affection. "Aemond," she replied, a smile gracing her lips.

" I was wandering when you’d have the courage to show your face after defiling my stepdaughter” said Daemon, his hand wrapping around the pommel of Dark Sister.

Aemond's jaw clenched at the barb, his Alpha instincts bristling at the insult. "Things will be set right by our marriage," he retorted, his voice sharp with indignation.

Daemon raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening into a knowing grin. "Of course, of course," he replied, his tone oozing with insincerity. "Nothing like a hasty ceremony to make up for your indiscretions, eh?"

But before Aemond could respond, Daemon continued, his tone dripping with condescension. "I do hope your grandsire hasn’t taken the news too hard, now that you can’t be sold off to forge alliances" he taunted, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "I suppose his carefully laid plans will have to be put on hold now that you've tied yourself to my stepdaughter."

Aemond's fists clenched at his sides, the Alpha within him roaring with fury at Daemon's jibes.

Just as he was about to respond, Aemond felt a surge of panic course through him, a jolt of raw emotion that cut through the haze of his thoughts like a knife. It was Lucaela, her distress echoing through their bond with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.

His mind raced back to his grandfather's words, the insinuation that Lucaela had deliberately placed herself in his path, tempting him with her presence.

Could it be true? Had she orchestrated their meeting, knowing full well the effect she would have on him?

The doubt gnawed at him, a relentless whisper in the back of his mind as he struggled to make sense of the tumultuous emotions swirling within him.

“L-Lucaela” exclaimed Aemond, his hand reaching up to his mating mark that had now started to sting.

Lucaela stared at Aemond for a moment before she turned and fled, her steps quick and determined as she disappeared back inside the Red Keep. Without a moment's hesitation, he followed, his instincts driving him forward with a single-minded purpose.

"Lucaela, wait!" he called after her, his voice echoing off the stone walls of the keep. But she did not stop, her form disappearing around a corner as she continued to flee from him.

With a surge of determination, Aemond quickened his pace, his footsteps echoing loudly in the empty corridors as he chased after her.

Finally, he caught up to her just outside her chambers, his chest heaving as he reached out to gently grasp her arm, turning her to face him. "Lucy, please," he pleaded, his voice filled with urgency. "Tell me what's wrong. Why did you run?"

Lucaela's eyes were wide with fear and uncertainty as she looked up at him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I-I can't," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts.

But Aemond refused to let her push him away. "You can't or you won't?" he pressed, his voice tinged with frustration and desperation.

As Aemond searched her eyes for answers, Lucaela's resolve crumbled under the weight of his gaze. She took a shaky breath, steeling herself to confess the truth that had been weighing on her.

"Aemond," she began, her voice trembling with emotion. "Daemon found out about Otto's scheming-about your family's plans to usurp the throne and have Aegon crowned instead of my mother."

Aemond's eye widened in shock at the revelation, the implications of Daemon's discovery sinking in with a sickening sense of dread. "How?" he breathed, his voice barely a whisper.

Lucaela swallowed hard, her hands trembling at her sides. "Someone overheard a conversation between Otto and one of his advisors and word got back to Daemon," she confessed, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

“What does that have to do with me?” asked Aemond.

"After Daemon found out about Otto's plans, he knows that you and Vhagar are Otto’s biggest asset. He-he told me to place myself in front of you, to allow nature to take its course."

Aemond's eyes widened in shock, his mind reeling at the implications of her words. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice trembling with disbelief.

Lucaela swallowed hard, the truth spilling from her lips like poison. "He knew that as a newly presented Omega, no unmated Alpha could resist me," she confessed, her voice shaking with shame. "He told me to use that to my advantage, to tempt you into-into succumbing to your desires."

A wave of anger surged through Aemond, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he struggled to process the betrayal that lay before him. "And you-you went along with it?" he demanded; his voice laced with accusation.

Tears welled in Lucaela's eyes as she met his gaze, her own heart breaking at the pain she had caused him. "I-I didn't know what else to do," she admitted, her voice cracking with emotion. "I thought-I thought I was helping, that I was ensuring my mother’s claim”

How could you?" he demanded; his voice thick with emotion. "How could you deceive me like this, Lucy? To use our bond for your own gain, to manipulate me-“

But before he could finish his tirade, Lucaela scoffed, her own frustration boiling over at his accusations. "And what about Otto's scheming to usurp the throne?" she shot back, her voice tinged with bitterness. "Did you really think that Daemon would stand idly by while your grandsire plotted to undermine my mother’s claim?"

Aemond recoiled at the venom in her words, the truth of her accusations striking him like a blow to the chest.

"Lucaela, I-" he began, his voice faltering as he searched for the right words.

But she held up a hand, cutting him off before he could speak. "I'm not excusing what I did, Aemond," she admitted, her voice softening slightly. "But usurping the throne from the named heir, it’s wrong”.

"In order for your mother to secure her reign, she would have to eliminate any potential threats to her power. Aegon, Me even Daeron. A living contender invites challenge," he continued, his voice heavy with resignation. "And in Rhaenyra's eyes, any one of us could be seen as a threat to her rule”.

Lucaela's eyes flashed with indignation, her voice rising with anger as she countered Aemond's grim assessment. "How dare you, Aemond," she spat, her words sharp with frustration. "My mother would never harm anyone. You are her blood. You would be part of her rule as Queen, not victims of her ambition."

“Did she not demand that I be sharply questioned-to discover where I heard slanders against her bastards” snapped Aemond.

The fire in her eyes burned bright, fuelled by a fierce loyalty to her mother and a deep-seated belief in her righteousness. "Otto has dripped his poison in your ear," she accused, her voice trembling with emotion. "You've let his doubts cloud your judgment, but I refuse to let you believe such lies."

“How can I be assured that they are lies” replied Aemond.

"Aemond, please," she implored, her tone softened with earnestness. "Search our bond. Feel the truth in my words. My mother has no intention of harming you or your siblings."

Aemond hesitated, the weight of her words hanging heavy in the air between them. But as he gazed into Lucaela's eyes, he saw nothing, but sincerity reflected back at him, a raw honesty that stirred something deep within his soul.

Closing his eye, Aemond reached out through their bond, searching for the truth amidst the tumult of emotions that swirled within him. And as he delved deeper, he felt a sense of clarity wash over him, a profound realization that cut through the fog of doubt and uncertainty.

Lucaela wasn't lying. Her mother, Rhaenyra, harboured no ill intentions toward him or his siblings. It was a truth that resonated deep within him, anchoring him in the certainty of their shared bond.

Aemond pressed his forehead against Lucaela's, their bond pulsing with the intensity of their shared emotions. "My grandsire told me that crowning Rhaenyra would divide the Seven Kingdoms and start a war," he murmured, his voice heavy with concern.

But Lucaela shook her head, her eyes filled with a solemn conviction. "Usurping the throne is what will start a war," she countered, her voice steady despite the turmoil that raged within her.

“I’m worried Lucy-“

“Aemond, please listen to me," she implored, her gaze pleading with him to understand. "My mother is the named heir. It is her birthright, recognized by law. To challenge her claim would only sow further discord and violence only begets more violence. If you take the throne by force, it will only lead to bloodshed and chaos."

Aemond's expression softened as he regarded Lucaela, her sincerity and wisdom shining through in her words. "But what if-“

“-The House of the Dragon needs to stand together as one. Let the realm see us united, witness our strength and unity."

She reached out to take his hand, her touch warm and reassuring. "We can show the realm that we are not divided by ambition or greed," she continued, her voice filled with conviction. "That we are bound by blood and loyalty, and that together, we are stronger than any external threat."

“I want to believe you-” whispered Aemond.

“What do you think would happen to us-to me if Aegon was crowned King? It works both ways Aemond, my life would be forfeit as would that of my mother, stepfather and brothers-Otto wouldn’t let us live” whispered Lucaela.

The Alpha inside Aemond bristled with anger at the thought of Lucaela being killed, as angry as he was at her scheming, he knew she was right.

The only thing to do was make a choice-believe his Omega and trust that her word was true, or side with his grandsire and stand on the precipice of war.

In the end it was the Alpha inside who made the choice.

"My Alpha, issa zaldrīzes," she murmured, her voice a gentle caress against his senses (My dragon).

The bond between them pulsed with a primal energy, igniting a fierce longing within Aemond's heart. The Alpha inside him roaring to life, demanding that he seek to make amends with his mate, to bridge the divide that had grown between them.

Unable to resist the pull of their bond any longer, Aemond leaned in close, his lips brushing against Lucaela's ear as he whispered his own confession. "My Omega, I need you" he breathed, his voice husky with desire and regret.

“Then take me Alpha-claim what belongs to you. Now and always” whimpered Lucaela.

Aemond suddenly lunged forward and pressed his lips to hers.

Their kiss was rough and vicious. Consisting of teeth and tongue.

It was an eruption of frustration and passion. Hands everywhere, grabbing, scratching, and pulling at one another.

He spun Lucaela around and pressed her face against the wall, with one hand on the back of her neck and the other quickly untying the laces of his breeches.

Aemond nudged her ankle with his foot, signalling for her to open her legs wider.

His body covered hers as he sucked and licked the delicate skin of her neck, leaving red marks in his wake.

Lucaela moved her head to the side and moaned loudly as she felt Aemond’s teeth nipping at her skin.

Not having the patience to properly prepare her, Aemond spat into his hand.

Aemond ran his hand up and down the hard length of himself, eyeing his Omega with an animalistic hunger, a smirk on his lips as she bent forward for him.

He pulls aside her small clothes as he guides himself to her entrance, she barely has a moment to adjust before he is pressing his cock forcefully inside and stretching her brutally, causing her to cry out.

“FUCKING TAKE IT!” growls Aemond.

Lucaela can’t think of anything but the intense pounding thrusts that greet her, causing her to wail and moan, causing tears form in her eyes, before running down her cheeks.

Aemond sets a brutal pace, his hips crashing into hers.

Then he withdraws from her and spins her around, lifting her into his arms, his mouth pressed against hers as he quickly thrusts back inside her.

“YES! YES! AEMOND!” screams Lucaela.

“FUCK!” shouts Aemond as he feels her cunny clenching around his cock.

“P-Please Alpha-“ wailed Lucaela.

Aemond digs his fingers into the soft flesh of Lucaela’s hips, pulling her body against his as he thrusts forward, his singular eye focused on where they are joined.

His cock shining with her slick, the knot beginning to swell at the base, but he doesn’t want to finish not yet, not like this. So he withdraws from her again, making her whimper in frustration.

But Aemond ignores her as he lays her on the chaise lounge and falls to his knees.

Sliding his calloused hands up her legs, bunching the fabric of her small clothes in his hand before he rips them from her body.

“Aemond” shrieked Lucaela as Aemond’s mouth descends on her cunny.

Ravenously, he pressed into his Omega’s dripping core with his tongue, in and out, much faster than his cock ever could.

Still gasping, Lucaela clutched at his head with one hand, her other digging into the fabric of the chaise.

Aemond withdrew from her soaking wet core and lashed hard at her clitoris with his tongue, pulling on it with his lips. He was hard, fast and brutal, alternating between her assaulted bundle of nerves and drinking deep from her cunt.

Lucaela ground down on Aemond, hard; his tongue speared deeper inside her, and she felt the warm curl of her peak approach.

Aemond growled, deep in his throat; a sound that she didn’t hear very often. The vibration of his vocal cords rippled through to his tongue and Lucaela gasped; she felt every vibration keenly. Her body tensed for her peak– But Aemond pulled away from her and smirked, his chin shining with her slick.

“A-Aemond” gasped Lucaela, the tears of frustration spilling down her cheeks.

“Be a good little Omega and take what your Alpha gives you” said Aemond as he reached for the laces of her dress before he grew impatient and tore it from her body, leaving her breasts bared.

His tongue licking at the stiffened rosy peak.

“P-Please. Alpha” sobbed Lucaela as she felt his hard cock sliding against her folds.

“Hmm” growled Aemond as he wrapped his hand around his wife’s throat and sheathed himself inside her once more.

“God. Yes. Aemond” moaned Lucaela.

He began to thrust in and out of her in deep achingly slow thrusts.

“Your cunt is dripping, it's so beautiful” sighed Aemond.

Slowly thrusting back and forth. Over and over, withdrawing further each time, until his cock entirely withdrew from her warm wet entrance. He marvelled at her body. Such a beautiful, succulent thing his Omega was. Allowing him entry into the most sacred parts of her body.

Aemond began to fuck her in earnest, his fingers digging into the flesh of her throat, using her as leverage as he repeatedly plunged his cock into her cunny, over, thrilled to hear Lucaela’s moans of need echoing around their chambers.

His thrusts, brutal and unrelenting.

“Come for me, love” breathed Aemond.

Lucaela’s. screamed as her desperately needed peak exploded from her body, making every limb tremble as her body bucked around Aemond’s cock.

Gods, he needed to spill his seed, to see her swollen with his pup. But he wanted to watch her ride him to completion.

So, with his cock still nestled inside her, Aemond manoeuvred himself into a sitting position with Lucaela on his lap.

“Give me another-I want you to come on my cock again” growled Aemond.

Lucaela ripped open the cotton shirt he was wearing and ran her hands over the defined muscles of his chest, her nails digging into his pale skin.

“Oh” gasped Lucaela as she rolled her hips against Aemonds.

“That’s it baby, take it. Take all of me”.

Aemond placed his hands on Lucaela’s hips and marvelled at his Omega as she rode him.

Lucaela dug her nails into Aemond’s chest as she moved her hips against his, his cock hitting the sweet spot inside her perfectly.

“A-Aemond” moaned Lucaela as he moved his hand to her breasts and once again took one of her nipples into his mouth, his teeth gently grazing the rosy bud.

“Let go baby, I can feel you clenching around me” exclaimed Aemond, as he moved to the other breast and lavished it with the same attention as the other.

Lucaela’s thighs began to burn, as she felt her second peak approach.

“AEMOND” screamed Lucaela as she felt Aemond’s knot slip inside her.

“God. Lucy-my Lucy” groaned Aemond as he exploded. His cock throbbing and twitching as he finally spilled his seed inside her, collapsing against the chaise, breathing hard.

It took a good while for Aemond to regain his senses. Meanwhile his Omega had collapsed against him, her face pressed into his neck.

Kings Landing was a buzz with activity. The guests were arriving, the preparations had been made and it was finally here. The day Lucaela and Aemond would stand together in the great sept and get married.

Lucaela was so nervous that she decided to skip breakfast, as she wasn’t sure that she could actually stomach food.

After bathing, Lucaela’s maids began to help her get ready. Her dark hair was brushed and twisted into elegant braids and the Valyrian steel necklace that had once been gifted to her mother by Daemon was placed around her neck.

The cool metal resting against the mating bite that already marred her pale skin.

Her wedding dress had a fitted sleeveless bodice with a modest neckline. The skirts flaring out behind her like a cloud.

As soon as the gown had been buttoned and her maiden cloak tied, there was a soft knock at the door.

It was her mother.

“You look beautiful” gasped Rhaenyra as she looked her daughter up and down.

“Thank you” replied Lucaela smiling.

“I’ve come to escort you to the sept and Daemon will walk you down the aisle”.

“D-Do I look like a bride mother?” asked Lucaela.

“You look perfect my sweet girl-but tell me is this what you truly desire?”

“Yes mother-“ replied Lucaela.

“I do not agree with Daemon’s scheming-“ said Rhaenyra as she took her daughters hand.

“It was for a purpose mother-I was always meant to marry for allegiance”.

“I hate that you have done this for me-“ replied Rhaenyra.

“I do not. You are my mother and my future Queen, I would see myself from this world if it meant you were safe” said Lucaela firmly.

“My sweet girl what a precious gift you are-“ exclaimed Rhaenyra as she pressed a series of kisses to Lucaela’s face.

“Aemond isn’t all bad mama-he makes me feel desired” whispered Lucaela blushing.

“I can see the marks of Aemond’s desire for you” quipped Rhaenyra.

“Mama” gasped Lucaela.

“Right, shall we get going. It’s almost time” said Rhaenyra brightly.

The sept was decorated beautifully, but it all paled in comparison to Aemond who was stood beside the High Septon.

He was elegantly dressed, his black tunic decorated with silver dragons and his Targaryen cloak tied loosely around his shoulders. His long hair tied back in its usual half up, half down style.

The horns signalled the beginning of the ceremony and begrudgingly Lucaela took Daemon’s arm.

“You look beautiful my daughter” muttered Daemon.

“Thank you, father,” replied Lucaela.

“Be mindful Lucy-Desperate men are dangerous” whispered Daemon as he nodded towards Otto and Larys Strong who were muttering to one another.

“I had assumed that the traitors would have been dealt with already”.

“In due time-I cannot wipe out half of the Kings council, we must be vigilant and strike when the cunts least expect it” said Daemon.

“Mother must be persuaded to remain in Kings Landing, returning to Dragonstone isn’t the solution” said Lucaela softly.

“I agree” uttered Daemon.

“Thank you for escorting the bride Prince Daemon. If you would be so kind as to wait for the Princess to remove her maiden cloak” said the Septon.

Lucaela undid the ties of her maiden cloak and handed it to Daemon who nodded respectfully to the Septon and took his seat next to Rhaenyra.

“You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection” said the Septon loudly.

Aemond removed the cloak bearing the colours of house Targaryen and draped it around Lucaela’ shoulders.

Aemond then took Lucaela’ hand and smiled as the Septon tied their hands together by a ribbon.

“In the sight of the seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one, for eternity. Now you may look upon one another and say these vows together” exclaimed the Septon.

“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am his and he is mine from this day until the end of my days” said Lucaela, her lip wobbling slightly.

“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am hers and she is mine from this day until the end of my days” declared Aemond loudly.

“The vows have been spoken. You may kiss your bride”.

Aemond hesitated for a moment before he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Lucaela’ lips.

“ñuhon” whispered Aemond as he pulled away (Mine).

The grand feast in the throne room of the Red Keep was a sight to behold, a dazzling display of opulence and extravagance befitting the union of two noble houses. The room was alive with music and laughter, the air filled with the tantalizing aroma of exotic dishes and fine wines.

Aemond and Lucaela sat side by side at the head table, their fingers intertwined as they shared stolen glances and whispered words of love. But despite the festivities that surrounded them, the Alpha inside Aemond was restless, his senses ablaze with the primal urge to claim his mate.

As the night wore on and the feast reached its crescendo, Aemond found himself increasingly unable to resist the pull of his desires. The mating bite on Lucaela's neck called to him like a siren's song, its intoxicating scent sending waves of arousal coursing through him.

Desperation clawed at Aemond's senses as he struggled to maintain his composure, the need to reclaim his Omega growing more urgent with each passing moment. But amidst the revelry of the celebration, he knew that they would need to wait until they were alone, until they could be together in the privacy of their chambers.

Suddenly Aemond’s senses sharpened, a strange scent tickling at the edges of his awareness. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but to Aemond, it was unmistakable.

Nosing Lucaela's mating mark, he inhaled deeply, his heart pounding with anticipation. And then he caught it—the faintest hint of milk, sweet and intoxicating, mingling with the scent of their bond.

With a surge of excitement, Aemond turned to Lucaela, his eyes shining with joy. "Lucy," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "You're carrying my pup."

Lucaela's eyes widened in disbelief, her hand instinctively moving to rest against her stomach. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice filled with wonder.

Aemond nodded eagerly, his heart soaring with pride. "I can scent it as your Alpha, the scent of milk is unmistakable," he explained, his voice filled with excitement.

Tears welled in Lucaela's eyes as she processed the news, a radiant smile spreading across her face. "Aemond," she breathed, her voice filled with love and gratitude. "I can't believe it”

The Alpha inside Aemond surged with a primal delight, a fierce sense of pride and joy coursing through him like wildfire. To pup his sweet Omega mate was a dream he had scarcely dared to imagine.

As he gazed upon Lucaela, his heart swelled with love and adoration, his Alpha instincts urging him to protect and cherish her and their unborn pup with every fibre of his being.

With gentle caresses and tender words, Aemond showered Lucaela with affection, his touch a promise of the unwavering devotion and support he would offer her as they embarked on this new journey together.

As Aemond and Lucaela reveled in the joy of their news, their moment of intimacy was suddenly interrupted by the boisterous arrival of Aegon. With a mischievous grin, Aegon sauntered over, his eyes dancing with amusement.

"Well, well, well," he declared with a playful smirk. "I think it's time you two lovebirds got a room, don't you?"

Aemond's scowl deepened at his brother's teasing, but before he could retort, Lucaela gently squeezed his hand, a knowing smile playing at her lips. With a soft chuckle, she rose to her feet, her gaze locked with his.

"Shall we, my love?" she whispered, her voice laced with laughter.

Aemond's heart swelled with affection as he returned her smile, his Alpha instincts urging him to protect and care for her above all else. With a nod, he rose to his feet, his hand entwined with Lucaela's as they made their way out of the crowded hall

-Months Later-

In the dim light of the birthing chamber, Lucaela's laboured breaths echoed against the stone walls, her grip on Aemond's hand tightening with each wave of pain.

Aemond stood by her side, his heart heavy with worry yet brimming with pride as he watched over her, offering words of comfort and encouragement with every contraction. "You're doing amazing, my love," he whispered, his voice a steady anchor amidst the storm of pain. "Just a little longer, and our pup will be in your arms."

With each passing moment, Lucaela's strength grew, her resolve unwavering as she pushed through the agony with unwavering determination. And then, finally, after what felt like an eternity, their pup emerged into the world, a tiny bundle of life cradled in Lucaela's arms.

Tears welled in Aemond's eye as he beheld his newborn pup, his heart overflowing with an indescribable sense of joy and wonder. "He's beautiful," he breathed, his voice trembling with emotion.

Lucaela smiled through her exhaustion as she gazed down at their son, her fingers gently caressing his soft, newborn skin. "Aeron," she whispered, her voice filled with love as she spoke his name for the first time.

As Aeron let out his first cries, a sense of awe washed over them, a profound realization settling in their hearts. For even in his first moments of life, he emitted a scent similar to that of his father—Aeron was destined to be an Alpha.

As Aemond cradled his newborn son in his arms for the first time, his heart swelled with a love so fierce and profound that it felt as though it might burst from his chest.

"My son," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "My precious Aeron. My boy"

Tears welled in Aemond's eye as he looked upon the small, features of his son, the exact mirror of his own, his fingers gently tracing the delicate curve of his cheek. In that moment, he vowed that Aeron would always know his attention, his kindness, and his love and devotion.

"You will grow up strong and brave," he murmured, his voice a soft promise. "I will teach you to be honourable and just, to stand up for what is right and to protect those you love."

With each word, Aemond felt a sense of purpose settle within him, a determination to be the father his son deserved. For Aeron was not just his son—he was his legacy, his hope for the future, a symbol of the love and bond that he shared with Lucaela.

As the joyous celebration of new life echoed throughout the halls of the Red Keep, a solemn hush fell over the chambers of King Viserys Targaryen.

Beside him stood his loyal attendants, their faces etched with sorrow as they watched over their beloved King in his final moments.

“With a final, gentle exhale, Viserys' hand went limp, his eyes closing.

"Aemma," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper as he reached out through the darkness, his thoughts drifting to the wife he had lost so many years ago.

"Queen Rhaenyra of House Targaryen," he intoned, his voice carrying the weight of centuries of tradition. "The First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm."

With a graceful movement, the High Septon lowered the golden crown onto Rhaenyra's brow, the weight of it settling like a mantle of authority upon her shoulders. And as the crown gleamed in the dim light of the sept, Rhaenyra felt a sense of pride and purpose swell within her heart.

"And her Consort King, Daemon of House Targaryen," he declared, his words ringing out with solemnity. "May their union be blessed by the Seven, and may they rule with wisdom and justice for all the days of their reign."

A ripple of applause swept through the crowd as Rhaenyra and Daemon exchanged a knowing glance, their hands clasped together in a silent vow of unity.

In the quiet chambers of their quarters, Aemond stood watch over his mate as she recovered from giving brith. Beside them lay their newborn son, Aeron, his tiny form cradled in the warmth of his mother's embrace.

Despite the grandeur of the occasion unfolding within the walls of the Red Keep, Aemond had made a solemn vow to remain by Lucaela's side, his protective instincts as an Alpha driving him to ensure her safety and that of their pup.

And so, as the sound of cheering crowds echoed through the castle walls, Aemond and Lucaela remained cocooned in the quiet sanctuary of their chambers, though they may have missed the pomp and pageantry of Rhaenyra's coronation, Aemond knew in his heart that their absence was a small price to pay for the precious moments they shared as a family.

But as Aemond gazed out of the window, his thoughts were consumed by the weight of uncertainty that hung heavy upon his shoulders. With Rhaenyra now crowned as Queen, the future seemed more uncertain than ever before.

Would their lives be in jeopardy under her rule, or would Lucaela's assurances of her mother's intentions hold true?

The memory of his grandfather's warnings echoed in his mind, a haunting reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. Otto Hightower's schemes had been thwarted, but the threat to their family still lingered, a dark spectre looming on the horizon.

Lucaela stirred from her slumber, her presence a comforting balm amidst the storm of his thoughts. As he turned to look at her, her eyes fluttered open, and she reached out to take his hand in hers, her touch a silent reassurance of their bond.

"Are you alright, my love?"

Aemond forced a smile, though the worry still gnawed at his heart. "I'm fine," he replied, his voice strained. "Just-thinking."

Lucaela's brow furrowed with worry as she squeezed his hand gently. "Whatever happens, we will face it together," she said, her voice filled with determination.

As Daemon sat next to his wife, his sharp eyes trained on the trio of men engaged in hushed conversation across the room. Otto Hightower, Larys Strong, Jasper Wylde, and Tyland Lannister—men whose ambitions and treachery simmered beneath the surface, threatening to undermine the fragile peace of the realm.

As Daemon's gaze met theirs, they offered him a hesitant smile, a silent acknowledgment of their unease of what the future would bring. But Daemon remained stoic, his expression unreadable as he raised his goblet of wine in a silent toast.

The time had come to confront the traitors who sought to plot against his wife, Queen Rhaenyra. With a sense of purpose coursing through his veins, Daemon wrapped his hand around the pommel of his sword, the weight of it a comforting presence at his side.

The blood of the treasonous cunts would serve as a warning to all who dared to oppose Rhaenyra's rule. With steely resolve, Daemon vowed to root out the rot that festered within their midst, to ensure that justice was served, and the realm remained united under his wife's rightful reign.

As he took another sip of wine, the taste of it bitter upon his tongue, Daemon knew that the road ahead would be fraught with peril. But with his sword in hand and his wife's reign to defend, he would stop at nothing to protect what was rightfully hers.

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Kickstart My Heart II.

Summary:

After getting married Aemond and Y.N decide they want to have a baby.

Warning(s): Language, Kissing, Smut - Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Edging, Teasing, Dom/Sub Understones, Unprotected P in V.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x Y.N

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 3524

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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“Are we sure were ready for a baby, Aemond?” asked Y.N quietly as she lounged on the sofa.

“I thought a baby was what we both wanted?” questioned Aemond curiously.

“It is, guess I’m just having a little panic over the responsibility and what type of mother I’d make” muttered Y.N.

“You will be a fantastic mother” replied Aemond as he reached forward and tucked a strand of auburn hair behind his wife’s ear.

“Aemond” whispered Y.N closing her eyes.

“I’d have a whole team of children with you if you’d let me, love, I’d fuck you every single day, filling you with my seed over and over again-” rasped Aemond, as he leaned over her and pressed a series of gentle kisses to her neck.

“Then do it-” whispered Y.N , finding herself aching between her legs at the thought of her husband taking her over and over. “We both want one, so why wait any longer when we’re both ready?”

Y.N held her breath as Aemond’s hands began started traveling up and down her body, slowly, like he was memorising every inch of her.

“If I get between your legs tonight then I am going to make you fucking beg for it, little bird and I’ll only fill you up when you’ve been a good girl for me-”

Y.N shuddered at the way the muscles in his forearms flexed as his hands explored her body, dipping under the black slip that she was wearing.

“Aemond, that feels so-don’t stop” groaned Y.N, as her husband’s hand inched up higher.

“I couldn’t if I wanted to, love. Just relax yourself and let me explore” he gave her a small grin.

Who was she to argue with that? Every place this man touched her turned her on more than the last. His hands were now , lifting her slip so that he could feel her skin. Like the rest of her, it was hot and ready and waiting for more.

His lips joined his hands over her belly button, placing small kisses up higher and higher until her slip was pushed over her head and off, showing her black lace bra and matching underwear.

“Fuck, Y.N, you are so fucking gorgeous-” growled Aemond. His lips continued their journey as he pulled the cups down, exposing her breasts. “What the fuck did I ever do to deserve to be able to touch you like this-”

As soon as her breasts were fully free, he bent his head down and began sucking on one, then the other, flicking his tongue against her nipples, which she had discovered quite a while ago was her ultimate turn-on.

Her hands were now in his long silver hair, pressing his mouth deeper into her chest and her head fell back on a groan. her hips were writhing underneath him, which she could not help. She needed some sort of release soon or she was going to explode.

“Aemond, you need to touch me-I need to come-”

“Not yet, love. Soon. Trust me-once I’m done playing.” There was a glint in his eye, the one she knew all too well. Her husband was in a playful mood tonight.

Y.N let her hands travel down to lift up his T-shirt. He broke away from his feast on her breasts for just a second to let her take it off. The feeling of his skin against hers only added to her want. He continued his assault on her nipples, and it was driving her fucking insane.

His tongue flicked out across her nipple and she mewled at the contact, her core tensing in anticipation of what was to come. Needing any kind of relief, Y.N positioned her legs around his hips, digging her feet into his arse, needing him closer so she could find some sort of friction to help with the ache in her core.

This seemed to snap something inside of him, because before she knew it, Aemond had lifted her off the couch and was then carrying her up the stairs and into their bedroom.

“You’re going to regret having this conversation with me, Y.N.” He panted into her ear as he carried her. “I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight for the rest of the week-”

Oh, he was so fucking wicked.

He placed her on their king size bed, and they quickly lost the rest of their clothing, needing to feel each other more than they needed their next breath.

Crawling on top of her slowly, their lips crashed together, and their hands were everywhere.

“Christ, love-so fucking good” mumbled Aemond against her lips as he pulled her hips flush against his for a second.

Slowly, one of his hands started to make its way down her body and she held her breath when she felt his fingers stretching out and eventually start to inch inside of her stretching her out, readying her for more.

“So, fucking wet,” He mumbled against her. “So, fucking good for me-if you’re good, I’ll let you come like this-” whispered Aemond hotly. “I’ll let you come around my fingers before I tease the fuck out of you with my cock.”

And then he added a second finger inside of her heat and crooked his fingers in just the way he knew how to.

“Oh shit-“ Y.N panted out, clinging onto his shoulders.

She couldn’t help it—she threw her head back and moaned his name as her centre clenched and a sudden orgasm from the tension and anticipation inside of her broke free.

“That’s it little bird-“ groaned Aemond.

“Fuck, Aemond-oh my god”

His fingers still inside of her, he brought her down from the high slowly with a triumphant smirk on his lips, but when she looked in his eye, she knew that they were not done.

Not by a long fucking shot.

“I want to play a little game with you, love” whispered Aemond against her ear, his fingers still stroking her clit lightly and she bit her lip, only able to nod as her answer came out softly.

“Yes” whispered Y.N against his lips, and before she knew it, Aemond had picked her up around the waist, sat her on top of him and was pressing his cock against her entrance with a feral look in his eye as he watched himself pressed against her folds.

“I fucking love watching myself inch inside of you-” He told her in a low tone, the hand at her back sliding down to grip her arse and then she felt the head of his cock opening her almost painfully, just like every other time.

It was a pleasurable pain, it felt so fucking good.

“Aemond-" Y.N managed to pant out, gripping at his shoulders as he entered her from below, the sensation causing them both to moan as she slid down further onto his cock.

Out of all the positions they had tried since their relationship began, this was one of his favourites. Aemond loved watching his formally shy wife bouncing on top of him.

Y.N loved it for her own reasons, she loved feeling close to him and loved the look of wonder on his face as he watched her breasts bounce up and down— she knew how much it turned him on.

Another groan erupted from her when Aemond finally flexed his hips, pushing against her and bottoming out completely. It was the most amazing feeling, him all of the way inside of her.

Y.N felt a fist in her long hair and her face was brought so close to his that their noses were touching. His eye were fierce-primal. Whatever he had planned for her, by the end of it she knew that she would struggle to walk.

"Do you feel that Y.N?" panted Aemond against her lips and flexed his hips into her again, the tip of his cock reaching that place inside of her that could make her explode if the right pressure was applied.

All she could do in that moment was swallow and moan as she felt herself continue to stretch around him, her body readying itself for whatever he had in store for it.

"I'll give you all of that," whispered Aemond, a small grin on his lips as his forehead rested against hers as he continued to press into her with his cock. "If you can be good girl for me and not move an inch, I’ll let you have it-I’ll put a baby inside of you” He grinned wickedly at her. “But let's see how much self-control you really have, first"

And then without giving any warning, he rocked into her so painstakingly slowly that she felt her legs start to shake involuntarily at the action.

Oh. He wanted to play this game; it was one of her favourites.

"Don't you dare fucking move, love" said Aemond against her lips as his grip tightened on her arse cheek and the one in her hair kept her pressed tightly against him. “I’ll let you come when you’ve kept still for me. I’ll fuck you so slowly that by the time I’m done with you your whole body will be convulsing with need.”

Y.N managed to keep her hips still, but only just. He was turning her on too much for this torture to last long.

Her pupils dilated and the rush of her scent into the air told him all he must have needed to know, but he was determined to hear it from her lips. He raised a finger and traced her bottom lip, and then the top before pressing his finger inside her mouth. She never broke her gaze as she licked his finger before sucking it deep into the wet heat of her mouth.

“Fuck, little bird”

But then Aemond reached out and pinched both of her nipples and she forgot everything else as she threw her head back and cried out.

“Oh, Aemond-”

He continued to play with one taut peak, but he released the other and lifted her breast in his palm. As he kneaded and squeezed, she reached out a hand to his chest for balance and her legs spread further around his waist. She needed to move, needed to ease the pressure, fuck, he was going to kill her.

“Shall I keep playing with your nipples, Y.N, or are you aching for me to touch you somewhere else?” groaned Aemond pinching her other nipple.

Y.N wanted his mouth on her skin, not just on her breasts. She wanted to move. She wanted him to move roughly against her, she needed more. She always needed more. Putting everything out of her thoughts, instead, she ran one hand down her stomach and rubbed her clit slowly as she looked him directly in the eye and bit her lip for him.

“I want you here” whispered Y.N, smiling as she heard the feral sound that was almost like a growl erupt from the back of his throat.

He leaned down and licked along her throat, seeming to revel in the musky scent and taste of her.

“You’re fucking unbelievable-” rasped Aemond flexing his hips again into her and making her groan loudly again.

Keeping eye contact and merely tracing down her body with his hand until it met hers, the seam of her slit was then encircled by his fingers and his cock was hard as steel inside of her.

“Don’t look away from me, I want to watch your face when you move on my cock.” He told her as his lips grazed along her jawline. “I want to see your eyes widen when you break for me and tell me how fucking much you want me to put a baby inside of you” His hips moved into her again, stretching her out and hitting the place she needed him.

“Oh, shit-“ panted Y.N breathlessly against him.

“Right there, Y.N. That’s where you want it, isn’t it?” His cock kept pushing to the back of her, making her legs quake with the effort to keep her body still. She wanted to rock. She wanted to bounce up and down on him and send them both over the edge.

She wanted to beg him for more and have him moaning her name as he came deep inside of her. She wanted all of that.

But she could only have it if she was his good girl-she had to obey, first.

Aemond’s fingers began to focus on her clit.

As soon as his digits made contact with her slick, hard nub, Y.N moaned and tightened her thighs around his waist.

“Stay still, or this will only take longer” growled Aemond roughly against her ear and his free hand grabbed at her hip, squeezing her to keep her still for him. He could draw this out, but from the sound of his moans whenever she moved even the slightest inch, she could tell that he would be close soon. Besides, she wanted to send him over the edge so he could then have time to explore the rest of her body later. His tongue swirled and lapped at her pulse point as his finger kept up the pressure on her clit.

Y.N instinctively tried to raise her hips again, but he held her down and squeezed them to keep her in place. Then he bit her over her pulse point. Hard. She cried out and Aemond rumbled in approval at how loud she screamed for him.

“Such a good fucking girl.” His tongue licked where he had just bitten down. “You always make the sweetest sounds for me-”

Aemond loved biting her, he always had.

Y.N moaned at the continuous touch of his fingers on her clit and Aemond moaned with her, feeling her muscles squeeze and release around his cock as she tried to keep herself calm and controlled for him. When she relaxed and stopped spasming, Aemond took one last lick of the juncture between her neck and collarbone and raised his head. Y.N’s eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks flushed, and her expression relaxed.

He nuzzled her cheek as she drew in a breath. She loved the feel of his stubble on her skin. Aemond growled and he ended her chance to moan for him further by taking her mouth in a rough kiss.

Opening to him, she savoured the feel of his hot, silky tongue against hers. He moved one of his hands to her arse and squeezed, his touch like a brand on her skin. She wanted, no needed, to feel more of his skin against hers. She wrapped her thighs even tight around his hips, grabbed his shoulders, and tilted her hips in invitation, causing them both to groan at the action.

“Be the fucking death of me, love.” Aemond panted against her and his hips flexed in and out of hers so slowly that he was shaking himself with the effort to not just fuck up and into her hard, making the torture end for both of them.

“Aemond, please” begged Y.N.

The waiting was torture. The stillness was agony.

“Shhh-can you take a little more for me, love?” asked Aemond as he grabbed her hair and pulled it.

Oh-he knew how much she fucking loved him pulling her hair.

“I-I’ll try-” Was all that she could say as she tried to keep her hips from rocking.

“That’s my good girl-” He rocked his own hips right into her, making them both hiss. “So, fucking tight-all mine”

As she rubbed against him slightly but barely moving, Aemond snaked a hand between them to pinch one of her nipples and then twisted. The pleasure and pain made her cry out. He took the opportunity to kiss her jaw again, her neck, and then her shoulder simultaneously.

“I need more” whimpered Y.N

Moving back up to her face, Aemond took her lips against his roughly as he finally thrust his hard, long cock right into her, bringing her hips against him with his hands to allow her the briefest of pressure against her clit.

“That enough for you, sweetheart?” asked Aemond as he brought her hips back into his again, causing her eyes to roll into the back of her head.

“Yes-more-” breathed Y.N, her nails digging into his shoulders as the sensation of him filling her over and over as he forced her hips forwards took over her and she felt herself needing more needing it harder and faster.

Something must have snapped inside of him then.

Growling, Aemond quickly moved their positions so that Y.N was beneath him and she moaned out loud when his lower body began to move in slow, long strokes, reaching deep inside her.

“You wind me up too much-need to fuck you like this” mumbled Aemond into her hair before looking down at her as she clung to him, her legs still wrapped around his waist.

As his pace picked up, she gripped his shoulders for dear life and moved with him, never taking her eyes from his.

“Keep going,” She panted against him. “Just like that-just like that”

“You like that?” The bed started to pound against the wall.

“Yes-yes Aemond” Her head started to bounce off the mattress.

“Fucking love you Y.N-my little bird, my wife” every thrust of his hips was forcing her further towards their headboard.

“Come for me, Aemond-fill me up-Oh, God!-“ She slapped her hand over her mouth as his hips crashed violently against hers.

“Gonna come so hard right where you need it – Right there – fuck! – Fucking going to love seeing you pregnant-“ He rotated his hips as he spoke, his forehead against hers as the headboard continued to assault the bedroom wall.

Y.N scrawled her nails down Aemond’s back hard enough to leave marks making him growl in approval and fuck her harder into the mattress.

“Mark me fucking harder” ordered Aemond as Y.N scored her nails down his back again.

“A-Aemond” shrieked Y.N.

“So, fucking good for me-Oh, shit-yes-my wife-little bird” moaned Aemond, his hips crashing into hers, babbling to himself and hitting all the right spots for her.

“Aemond I’m close-let me come, please-“ begged Y.N. She was so close, just a little more and she would be there. He was filling her, making her feel so tight as her walls gripped around him, needing the release.

“Making me come-” said Aemond against her lips as his thrusts started to become erratic, hitting her clit as he rounded down on her every single time.

“Aemond, yes-yes, give me a baby-I want your baby“

And then he was there.

“FUCK!” roared Aemond, the heat spreading across his abdomen as he exploded, spilling rope after rope of seed inside her.

“Oh shit – Aemond!” shouted Y.N as she clutched Aemond’s shoulders to ride the wave after wave of delicious, blinding pleasure that coursed through her body as her core clenched and released his hard cock.

Aemond collapsed on top of her just as she started to come down from her orgasm. When he lay fully on top of her, Y.N hugged his body tight.

“You are mine. Do you hear that?” whispered Aemond against her into her ear. “You. Everything about you. You are mine.”

“Yours Aemond. Always yours”

Aemond finally lifted his head after a minute or so, Y.N’s legs going slack on either side of him.

He fixed her with a wicked grin.

“You think we did it first time?” He asked her with a raised eyebrow as he glanced down at her stomach in meaning. “Because I think I put in a good effort there-”

Y.N giggled and rolled her eyes. “You never know”

“Well we will just have to keep doing it-practice does make perfect after all” muttered Aemond as he bent down to kiss her on the lips.

Y.N practically bursts with excitement as she holds up the home pregnancy test, her eyes sparkling with joy. "Aemond!" she calls out eagerly, her voice trembling with excitement. "Look, look!"

Aemond turns to her, his expression curious at first, but then his eyes widen as he realizes what she's holding. He steps closer, his heart racing with anticipation. "Is it...?" he begins, unable to finish his sentence as he sees the unmistakable result on the test.

Y.N nods vigorously, her smile radiant. "Yes, yes, Aemond! We're going to have a baby!" she exclaims, her voice filled with elation.

Aemond's face breaks into a wide grin, his heart swelling with happiness. Without hesitation, he reaches out and places a hand gently on Y.N's stomach, feeling a rush of emotion at the thought of their growing family. "I can't believe it," he murmurs, his voice filled with awe. "We're going to be parents."

Y.N's eyes shimmer with tears of joy as she leans into her husband's embrace, feeling overwhelmed with love and excitement for the new chapter of their lives. "I love you," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion.

"I love you too," Aemond replies, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "And I already love our little one."

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Let It Be Me II.

Summary:

Aemond must deal with concequences of his actions.

Warning(s): Language, Angst, Mentions of Past Cheating, Alys, Slapping, Upset, Heartbreak, Grovelling, Mention of Smut, Childbirth.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x Y.N (PAST AEMOND X ALYS)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 7615

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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Aemond stood there, paralyzed by the ache in his heart, his mind racing with regret and remorse. How could he have been so blind, so careless with her feelings? The realization hit him like a punch to the gut, leaving him reeling with guilt.

Meanwhile, Alys lingered in the living room, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips as she observed the drama unfolding before her. The sight of Y.N's tears seemed to amuse her, feeding into her own twisted sense of satisfaction.

"Well, well-looks like someone's in for a rough night," Alys remarked, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she turned to face Aemond. "I must say, I didn't expect this little reunion to be quite so entertaining.

"Why the fuck are you here, Alys?" Aemond demanded, his tone sharp and accusatory. "What could possibly possess you to waltz back into my life like this?"

Alys met his gaze with a cool indifference, her lips curling into a smug smile. "I missed you, Aemond," she replied casually, as if her words held no weight. "I thought maybe we could-pick up where we left off."

Aemond scoffed at her audacity, his disbelief giving way to a simmering anger. "Are you serious?" he snapped, his voice dripping with contempt. "Our relationship ended for a reason, Alys. And there's no way I'm ever going back to you."

Alys's smile faltered slightly at Aemond's words, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. "Are you sure about that, Aemond?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of desperation.

But Aemond's resolve remained steadfast, his determination unyielding. "I've never been surer of anything in my life," he declared, his voice firm and resolute. "Now, get the fuck out of my apartment and out my life"

Alys's expression hardened at his words, her facade of confidence crumbling before his eyes. In a desperate bid to regain control, she reached out to touch him, but Aemond recoiled, his body tensing with disgust.

"Don't touch me," he spat, his voice laced with venom. "You have no right to be here, Alys. Now get out."

"Is this because of her?" asked Alys.

"Don't talk about Y.N-she's more of a woman than you'll ever be" snarled Aemond.

"Sure she is-" mocked Alys.

"Your a vile whore-get the fuck out"

"Y.N is obviously in love with you and you're so pathetic that you can't admit you love her in return." retorted Alys.

With a final, disdainful glance, Alys turned on her heel and stormed out of the apartment, leaving Aemond alone.

Aemond sank onto the couch, his mind swirling with regret and remorse. How many precious moments had he squandered, how many opportunities had he let slip through his fingers, all because of his own stupidity?

But as he sat there, lost in the labyrinth of his thoughts, a flicker of determination ignited within him. He refused to let fear and doubt hold him back any longer. He refused to let the love he felt for Y.N remain unspoken, buried beneath layers of denial and regret.

With a newfound resolve, Aemond rose to his feet, his heart pounding with a sense of purpose. He knew what he had to do, and he wouldn't waste another moment in hesitation.

He stood before Y.N's closed bedroom door, his heart pounding in his chest as he gathered the courage to speak the words he had kept locked away for far too long. With a trembling hand, he raised his fist and knocked, the sound echoing through the quiet apartment.

For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the soft rustle of fabric from within the room. Aemond held his breath, waiting anxiously for Y.N's response, his heart hammering in his ears.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open a crack, revealing Y.N's tear-stained face. Her eyes were red-rimmed and swollen, her expression guarded as she regarded him with a mixture of apprehension and disbelief.

"Aemond-what do you want?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her tone tinged with a hint of bitterness.

Aemond swallowed hard, his throat tight with emotion as he met Y.N's gaze, his own eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Y.N, I-I need to tell you something, and I should have said this to you a long time ago-" he began, his voice trembling with raw vulnerability. "-but I love you, I always have, and I was just too much of a coward to tell you-”

Y.N's eyes widened in shock at Aemond's confession, her breath catching in her throat as the weight of his words sank in. For a moment, she simply stared at him, her mind racing with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

But then, without a word, she reached out slapped him hard across the face and slammed the door shut, the sound reverberating through the silent apartment like a gunshot.

Aemond stood there with a hand pressed to his cheek, frozen in disbelief, his heart shattering into a million pieces as he realized the gravity of what had just transpired.

Tears welled up in his eye as he leaned against the closed door, the weight of rejection crushing him like a vice. He had laid his heart bare, exposed his deepest truths, only to be met with silence and indifference.

As he sank to the floor, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs, Aemond knew that he had lost the one person who meant everything to him.

In the aftermath of Aemond's confession, a heavy silence settled over the apartment, thick with tension and unspoken words. Y.N retreated into herself, her heart aching.

Days turned into weeks, and still, Y.N remained silent, her once vibrant spirit cloaked in a shroud of sorrow and uncertainty. She avoided Aemond at every turn, retreating into the safety of solitude as she grappled with the tumult of emotions swirling within her.

Aemond, haunted by the echo of Y.N's slamming door, and the sting of her hard slap. He longed to reach out to her, to plead for her forgiveness, but the chasm between them seemed insurmountable, a gaping void that threatened to swallow him whole.

He watched from afar as Y.N moved through the apartment like a ghost, her presence a silent reminder of the rift that had formed between them. Each glance, each fleeting glimpse only served to deepen the ache in his heart, a constant reminder of the love he had confessed and the pain it had wrought.

But no matter how he longed to bridge the gap between them, Y.N remained steadfast in her silence, her walls impenetrable as she withdrew further into herself.

"I don't know what to do," Aemond admitted, his voice tinged with frustration. "Y.N won't even speak to me. I've ruined everything."

Aegon rolled his eyes, his patience wearing thin. "Oh, stop whining," he chided, his tone laced with exasperation. "You should never have let Alys into the flat in the first place, what the fuck were you thinking".

Aemond's heart sank at his brothers' words, the truth of their observations hitting him like a ton of bricks. How could he have been so blind, so foolish?

"I know," Aemond murmured, his voice heavy with regret. "I've been an idiot."

“A right cunt more like-“ snapped Aegon.

“-Like you can talk“ retorted Aemond.

“I don’t offer my sperm to my best friend who’s in love with me and then spend weeks fucking her, only to deny a relationship the first chance I get” said Aegon.

“I fucked up-don’t you think I know that. It’s just seeing Alys again; Y.N was standing there after telling me she was pregnant, and you should have seen the way Alys was looking at her-I panicked” said Aemond.

“Pfft like that mutton dressed as lamb could ever touch Y.N or do you not remember when she slapped her?”

“I recently found myself on the receiving end of Y.N’s slap, it’s not pleasant” muttered Aemond as he rubbed his cheek.

Daeron's patience wore thin as he watched his brother, Aemond, wallow in self-pity and indecision. With a heavy sigh, he decided it was time to intervene, to shake Aemond out of his stupor and confront the harsh reality before him.

"Aemond, do you have any idea what you put Y.N through?" Daeron began, his voice tinged with frustration. "After everything Alys did to you – the lies, the cheating, the verbal abuse – Y.N was there for you. She stood by your side through it all, supporting you, loving you, even when you couldn't see it".

Aemond winced at the reminder of his past with Alys, the memories still raw and painful. He knew Daeron was right, knew he had taken Y.N's unwavering support for granted, and for that, he felt a profound sense of guilt.

"I know, I’m a twat," Aemond admitted, his voice heavy with remorse.

Daeron's expression softened slightly, his gaze filled with a mixture of sympathy and frustration. "Then stop acting like one," he admonished gently. "You have a chance to make things right, to show Y.N how much she means to you. Don't waste it."

Aemond nodded solemnly, his resolve hardening with each word Daeron spoke.

Aemond's heart skipped a beat as he stepped through the door of their apartment, the weight of his resolve heavy upon him. But as he entered the familiar space, his eyes widened in surprise at the sight before him.

There, sitting on the sofa with a small bag packed at her feet, was Y.N. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her expression guarded as she met his gaze, a tumult of emotions swirling beneath the surface.

"Y.N-" Aemond began, his voice catching in his throat as he struggled to find the words. "What's going on? Where are you going?"

Y.N's gaze flickered with uncertainty as she regarded him, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke. "I'm going to stay with Helaena," she replied, her tone subdued. "I-I need some space, Aemond."

Aemond's heart clenched at her words, the reality of her departure hitting him like a punch to the gut. "Y.N, please," he pleaded, his voice thick with emotion. "Don't go. We need to talk."

But Y.N remained resolute; her decision made. "I can't do this right now, Aemond," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need time to think, to figure things out."

With a heavy heart, Aemond watched as Y.N gathered her things and made her way to the door.

As Y.N reached for the doorknob, her hand trembling with emotion, Aemond realised he couldn't let her go, couldn't bear the thought of losing her. With a surge of determination, he crossed the room in quick strides, his hand reaching out to grasp her arm gently but firmly.

"Y.N, wait," he pleaded, his voice choked with emotion as he looked into her eyes, his own filled with tears. "Please don't go."

Y.N's breath caught in her throat at the raw vulnerability in Aemond's voice, her heart aching at the sight of him crumbling before her. She turned to face him, her gaze softening as she took in the anguish etched upon his features.

"Aemond-" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

But Aemond couldn't hold back any longer. With a shuddering breath, he collapsed to his knees before her, his tears flowing freely as he bared his soul to her.

"I panicked, Y.N," he confessed, his voice trembling with emotion. "When I saw Alys, I-I was too afraid to lose you. Too afraid to tell you how I feel."

"Aemond-" whispered Y.N

"I'm hopelessly in love with you, Y.N," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I have been since the day you accidentally tipped hot coffee all over me. You've been there for me in a way no one else ever has."

"I love you too, but you've broken my heart," confessed Y.N, her voice trembling with sorrow.

"Please, Y.N," he pleaded, his words choked with tears. "I know I've made mistakes, but I love you. I'll do anything to make things right. Please forgive me."

Y.N's gaze softened as she looked down at him, her heart aching at the sight of his brokenness. She wanted to believe him, but the wound he had inflicted ran deep.

"Aemond, I want to believe you," she murmured, her voice filled with sadness. "But I need time. I need space to heal."

Aemond nodded, his shoulders slumping with resignation. "I understand," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y.N stood before him, her resolve firm as she made her decision. "I'm going to stay with Helaena” she told him gently. "But don't forget, the first scan for the baby is in a week's time."

With that, she turned and walked towards the door, leaving Aemond kneeling on the floor, his heart shattered into a million pieces. As the door clicked shut behind her, he let out a guttural sob, his tears flowing freely as he grappled with the weight of his mistakes.

For the next week, Aemond found himself trapped in a suffocating cycle of self-pity and anger. He drowned his sorrows in alcohol, the bitter taste of whiskey doing little to numb the ache in his heart. With each passing day, his thoughts returned to Y.N, haunting him like a spectre of his own making.

In a desperate bid to win back her affections, Aemond bombarded Y.N with text messages, each one a testament to his remorse and undying love. He poured his heart out in words, apologizing for his mistakes, begging for her forgiveness, and declaring his unwavering devotion.

He even resorted to sending her poems, each verse a fragile echo of the love he felt for her. But no matter how eloquent his words or how heartfelt his pleas, Y.N remained silent, her silence a crushing reminder of his own failures.

As the days wore on, Aemond's desperation turned to frustration, then to bitterness. How could she ignore him like this? Didn't she understand how much he loved her; how much he needed her? She was pregnant with his child.

But deep down, he knew the truth. He had hurt her, betrayed her trust, and shattered her heart. And no amount of apologies or declarations of love could undo the damage he had done.

As Aemond made his way to the scan appointment, his heart weighed heavy with anticipation and anxiety. Each step felt like a journey through a minefield of emotions, his mind racing with thoughts of Y.N and the unborn child they shared.

Along the way, he passed by a quaint baby shop, its windows adorned with colourful displays of toys and trinkets. Aemond's gaze lingered on the storefront, a flicker of inspiration sparking within him.

Without hesitation, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, the chime of the bell overhead announcing his arrival. The air was filled with the soft hum of lullabies, and the shelves were lined with an array of adorable baby items.

Aemond's eyes scanned the shelves until they landed on a plush dragon teddy, its scales shimmering in the soft light.

With a sense of determination, Aemond reached out and picked up the stuffed toy, its soft fabric warm against his fingertips. In that moment, he knew that it was meant for their child, a symbol of hope and love in the midst of uncertainty.

As he made his way to the checkout counter, Aemond couldn't shake the feeling of excitement building within him. Despite the challenges they faced, despite the mistakes he had made, he was determined to be the best father he could be.

As Aemond stepped into the clinic, his heart pounded with nervous anticipation. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic, and the sound of muffled voices echoed through the sterile corridors. With each passing moment, his anxiety grew, his mind racing with thoughts of Y.N and the precious life they had created together.

Finally, he reached the door to the ultrasound room, his hand trembling slightly as he pushed it open. And there, bathed in soft light, was Y.N.

For a moment, Aemond was struck speechless by her beauty, by the radiant glow that seemed to emanate from within her. She looked more beautiful than he had ever seen her.

"Y.N," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper as he stepped forward to take her hand. "You look-you look amazing."

Y.N's smiled at his words, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Thank you, Aemond," she replied, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "I'm so glad you're here."

Aemond nodded breathlessly "I wouldn't miss this for the world," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

As Y.N lay on the examination table, her heart pounding with nervous anticipation, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as the midwife's hesitation hung heavy in the air. Her mind raced with a thousand worries, each one more terrifying than the last.

"Aemond," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear as she reached out for his hand. "What if-what if something's wrong?"

Aemond squeezed Y.N's hand reassuringly, his own heart racing with uncertainty. "Whatever it is, Y.N, we'll face it together," he vowed, his voice filled with unwavering determination. "I'll never leave your side."

But before Y.N could respond, the midwife's voice broke through the tense silence, her expression unreadable as she studied the monitor before her. For a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for her next words.

And then, finally, the midwife spoke, her voice tinged with a mixture of surprise and excitement. "Y.N, Aemond-congratulations you're having twins."

Y.N's eyes widened in shock at the unexpected announcement, her heart soaring with a mixture of joy and disbelief. Twins? The thought seemed too incredible to be true.

But as she turned to look at Aemond, she was met with a sight that she never expected. His face as white as a sheet, then he dropped to the floor with a heavy thud.

"Aemond!" Y.N exclaimed, her panic rising as she reached out to shake him gently. "Aemond, wake up!"

With a groan, Aemond stirred, his eyelids fluttering open as he struggled to regain his senses. "What-what happened?" he mumbled, his voice slurred with confusion.

Y.N couldn't help but laugh through her tears at the sight of Aemond's dazed expression.

"We're having twins," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Aemond couldn't contain his excitement any longer. He reached into the small bag he carried, his hand wrapping around the plush dragon teddy he had purchased earlier.

"Y.N," he said, his voice trembling with emotion as he offered her the toy. "I, uh-I got this for the baby. Well, for one of them at least."

Y.N's eyes widened in surprise as she accepted the stuffed toy, her fingers brushing over its soft scales. "Aemond, it's beautiful," she murmured, a soft smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Aemond couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction, his own heart swelling with joy. "Yeah, but we might need another one," he added with a grin. "You know, since it's twins and all."

Y.N's eyes widened in shock at his words, her hand flying to her mouth in disbelief. "Twins?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder and excitement.

Aemond nodded, his heart overflowing with happiness. "Twins," he confirmed, his voice filled with pride.

Aemond couldn't contain his excitement as he led Y.N back to the baby shop. The air was alive with the sound of soft lullabies and the sight of colourful baby items lining the shelves.

Y.N's eyes lit up with wonder as she took in the array of adorable baby clothes, toys, and accessories. "Oh, Aemond, look at these tiny onesies!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with delight as she reached out to touch the soft fabric.

Aemond couldn't help but smile at her excitement, his heart swelling with love as he watched her browse the shelves. But as they wandered through the aisles, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of his stomach.

He noticed a woman watching him from across the room, her gaze lingering on him with a suggestive smile. Aemond's jaw clenched with irritation.

But the woman didn't take the hint. She sauntered over to Aemond, her eyes glinting with mischief as she leaned in close. "Hey there, handsome," she purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness.

Y.N's smile faltered as she caught sight of the woman, her heart sinking at the realization of what was happening. Aemond's expression darkened with anger, his grip on Y.N's hand tightening as he stepped in front of her.

"Listen, lady," he growled, his voice cold and steely. "I have a girlfriend, and I'm not interested. Now, if you'll excuse us-"

The woman's smile faltered as she caught the intensity in Aemond's gaze, her bravado crumbling in the face of his anger. With a muttered apology, she turned and hurried away, leaving Aemond and Y.N alone once more.

As the tension from the encounter with the woman in the shop eased, Aemond turned to Y.N, his heart heavy with regret. "I'm sorry about that he said, his voice tinged with remorse.

Y.N reached out and gently squeezed his hand, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "It's okay, Aemond," she reassured him, her eyes soft with understanding.

Aemond felt a rush of gratitude wash over him at her words, a sense of relief flooding through his veins. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity.

But Y.N's smile faltered slightly as she met his gaze, her eyes searching his for a moment before she spoke. "You know, Aemond," she began hesitantly, "You're a handsome man. It's only natural that other women would be drawn to you."

Aemond's brow furrowed with confusion at her words, his mind spinning with uncertainty. "Y.N, I don't want other women," he said firmly, his voice laced with determination. "I want you."

Y.N's eyes widened in surprise at his confession, her heart skipping a beat at the intensity in his gaze. "Aemond-" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

But Aemond wasn't finished. He reached out and gently cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that welled in her eyes. "You're the only one I want, Y.N," he murmured, his voice filled with love and devotion. "I love you, and I always will."

"You called me your girlfriend."

Aemond's cheeks flushed slightly at her remark, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Well, it's true," he admitted, his voice soft and sincere. "You're my everything."

Y.N's heart swelled with love at his words, her eyes shining with affection as she reached out to take his hand. "And you're mine," she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness.

As they walked out of the baby shop, Aemond couldn't shake the weight of guilt that still lingered in his heart. He knew he had to address what had happened with Alys, to make things right with Y.N and ensure that they moved forward together.

"Y.N," he began, his voice soft and apologetic, "I need to talk to you about what happened with Alys. I should have told her right away that we're together. I'm so sorry for not handling it properly."

Y.N's gaze softened as she listened to Aemond's words, her heart aching at the vulnerability in his voice. "Aemond, it's okay," she reassured him, her voice gentle but firm. "I understand that it was a difficult situation considring what she did to you”.

Aemond nodded, grateful for her understanding but still overwhelmed by his own remorse. "I know, but-I don't want to rush things. If you're not ready to come back to the apartment just yet, I understand," he offered, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

But before he could say another word, Y.N placed a finger on his lips, silencing him with a tender smile. "Aemond, I want to go home with you," she said softly, her eyes filled with love and determination. "Because wherever you are, that's where I belong."

“Y.N-“ whispered Aemond.

"But know this-" she said, her voice low and menacing. "-If you ever hurt me again, I won't hesitate to rip your balls off and make you eat them”.

Aemond's mouth went dry at the severity of her words, the weight of her threat settling heavily in his chest.

Aemond couldn't help but let out a nervous chuckle at Y.N's threat, though he knew she was dead serious. "You know, Y.N, I have to admit-there's something kind of hot about you when you're angry," he joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Y.N shot him a glare that could have melted steel, but a small smirk tugged at the corners of her lips despite her best efforts to stay mad. "Don't even try to charm your way out of this one, Aemond," she warned, her voice tinged with amusement. "You've got a lot of making up to do."

Aemond nodded solemnly, his expression contrite. "I know, I know. Starting with those cheesy omelettes I make, right?" he replied, a playful twinkle in his eye.

Y.N rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a small smile. "Yes, starting with the cheesy omelettes," she confirmed.

“Then after we can go to bed?"

Y.N's eyes widened in surprise at his suggestion, her cheeks flushing with colour. "Aemond, I-I don't know," she stammered, her voice betraying her uncertainty.

But Aemond pressed on, his gaze locked with hers, his heart laid bare. "I just want to hold you” he whispered; his voice filled with longing. "To feel close to you again”

Y.N's resolve wavered at his words, her heart softening at the vulnerability in his gaze. She knew that she shouldn't give in so easily, that Aemond still had a lot of making up to do. But she also couldn't deny the longing in her own heart, the desire to feel his touch once more.

With a small nod, she reached out and took his hand in hers, her eyes shining with unspoken affection. "Okay, Aemond-cheesy omelettes and then bed-for cuddles” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Cuddles-exactly” replied Aemond.

True to his word after he made Y.N as many cheesy omelette’s as she wanted, and when they went to bed he held her all night, even though his cock throbbed with need, he ignored it and for the first time in a week, he slept the whole night, the sweet scent of Y.N enveloping him like a blanket.

As Y.N's pregnancy progressed, Aemond was by her side every step of the way, his unwavering support a constant source of comfort and reassurance. But as the weeks turned into months, Y.N's pregnancy brought with it a new set of challenges, chief among them being her extreme morning sickness.

Aemond watched helplessly as Y.N struggled through each day, her face pale and drawn, her stomach churning with nausea. He did everything he could to ease her discomfort, fetching her glasses of water, preparing bland meals, and rubbing her back as she hunched over the toilet.

But no matter what he did, Y.N's morning sickness persisted, leaving her feeling weak and exhausted. Aemond couldn't bear to see her suffering, his heart breaking with each bout of nausea she endured.

"I'm so sorry, Y.N," he murmured, his voice laced with guilt as he gently brushed the hair away from her forehead. "I wish there was more I could do to help."

Y.N managed a weak smile, her eyes filled with gratitude as she reached out to squeeze his hand. "You're doing everything you can," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y.N's pregnancy hormones wreaked havoc on her emotions, turning her mood swings into a rollercoaster ride that Aemond struggled to keep up with. One moment, she was seething with anger at him about Alys, the next, she was showering him with affection, craving his touch and pleading with him to take her to bed.

As the pregnancy progressed, Aemond had could only take her when she was laying on her side in bed, but he made sure she was comfortable and relaxed as he slowly thrust his cock into her.

Of course when it came to her milk swollen breasts, Aemond was more than happy to use them as pillows, he would regularly rest his face in between them and sigh with happiness.

Aemond did his best to navigate the turbulent waters of Y.N's emotions, offering her patience and understanding even when her temper flared. But it wasn't easy, and there were times when he found himself at a loss for how to comfort her.

Then, one day, as Y.N sat on the edge of their bed, tears streaming down her face, Aemond gathered her into his arms, holding her close as she sobbed uncontrollably.

"I love you so much, Aemond," Y.N whispered between sobs, her voice raw with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Aemond's heart swelled with tenderness as he listened to Y.N's confession, his own emotions swirling with a mixture of love and longing.

Wrapping his arms around her, Aemond pressed a gentle kiss to Y.N's forehead, his heart overflowing with love for the woman who held his heart in her hands.

"I love you too, Y.N," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper.

As the evening settled in, casting a soft golden glow over the room, Aemond found himself drawn to Y.N's side. With a tender smile, he settled himself beside her on the bed, his heart swelling with anticipation as he gazed down at her swollen stomach.

Gently, he rested his head against her belly, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his cheek. Closing his eyes, he savoured the sensation, the rhythmic rise and fall of her breath soothing him like a lullaby.

And then, as if in response to his presence, Aemond felt a tiny flutter beneath his ear, followed by a series of gentle kicks against his cheek. His eyes flew open in wonder, his heart skipping a beat at the feeling of life stirring within Y.N's womb.

"They're kicking," Aemond murmured, his voice filled with awe and wonder. "Can you feel that Y.N?"

Y.N smiled down at him, her eyes shimmering with love and pride. "Yes," she whispered, her hand coming to rest on top of Aemond's head. "They must know their daddy's here."

Aemond's heart swelled with emotion at her words, his fingers tracing gentle circles over Y.N's stomach as he marvelled at the miracle of life growing inside her.

And as he lay there, with his head resting against Y.N's swollen belly, feeling the gentle movements of their unborn children beneath his fingertips, Aemond knew that this was where he belonged – here, with Y.N, and their growing family.

With his heart pounding in his chest and a nervous flutter in his stomach, Aemond took a deep breath and reached for Y.N's hand, his fingers intertwining with hers as he gazed into her eyes.

"Y.N," he began, his voice trembling with emotion. "There's something I've been wanting to ask you-"

Y.N's eyes widened in surprise, her heart skipping a beat as she realized what was happening. She could feel the weight of Aemond's words hanging in the air, filling the room with a sense of anticipation.

"Aemond, what is it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes shining with hope and excitement.

Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, Aemond drew in a steadying breath before continuing.

"Y.N, from the moment we met, you've been my rock, my constant source of strength and support. You've stood by me through everything, and I am endlessly grateful for your love and devotion."

Aemond's gaze never wavered as he spoke, his eyes filled with a fierce determination.

"I love you more than words can express, Y.N," he continued, his voice trembling with emotion. "And I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy. So, Y.N, will you marry me?"

The words hung in the air, charged with emotion as Y.N's heart swelled with love and joy. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked into Aemond's eye, seeing the depth of his love reflected back at her.

"Yes, Aemond," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "Yes, a thousand times yes."

I don't want to wait," he confessed, his voice filled with a sense of urgency.

Y.N's brow furrowed in confusion, but she could see the earnestness in Aemond's eyes, the depth of his desire to make her his wife before their children entered the world.

"Aemond, what do you mean?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

"I mean I want to marry you, Y.N. I want you to be my wife before our babies are born," Aemond declared, his words coming out in a rush as he poured his heart out to her.

Y.N's eyes widened in surprise, her heart swelling with love at the depth of Aemond's devotion.

"But what about a ceremony?" she asked, her mind spinning with the implications of Aemond's proposal.

"We can have another ceremony after the babies are born, a big celebration with all our friends and family," Aemond suggested, his voice filled with excitement. "But right now, I just want you to be my wife, Y.N. I want us to be a family before our little ones arrive."

Tears welled up in Y.N's eyes as she looked into Aemond's eyes, seeing the love and sincerity shining bright within them.

"Okay, Aemond," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "Let's do it. Let's get married."

The morning sun cast a golden glow over the city as Aemond and Y.N made their way to the courthouse, their hearts aflutter with excitement and anticipation. Aemond's hand trembled slightly as he clasped Y.N's in his own, the weight of their decision settling over them like a warm embrace.

As they stepped inside the courthouse, they were greeted by Aegon, Daeron, and Helaena, who had all gathered to bear witness to their union. Aemond's heart swelled with gratitude at the sight of his family standing beside him, their support a comforting presence on this momentous day.

Y.N's eyes sparkled with joy as she took in the familiar faces of their loved ones, her heart filled with love and gratitude for the family she was about to officially become a part of.

Dressed in a long flowing cream dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, Y.N looked every bit the picture of elegance and grace. Her long dark hair was elegantly plaited, cascading down her back in a soft wave, and Aemond couldn't help but feel his breath catch in his throat at the sight of her beauty.

"You look stunning, Y.N," Aemond whispered, his voice filled with awe as he took her in his arms, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.

Y.N's cheeks flushed with colour at his words, a radiant smile lighting up her face. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I couldn't imagine spending this day with anyone else but you."

And as they stood hand in hand before the judge, their loved ones gathered around them, Aemond felt a sense of peace wash over him. In that moment, surrounded by the ones they loved most, he knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be.

As the judge pronounced them husband and wife, Aemond's heart swelled with joy and love, his hand tightening around Y.N's as they exchanged tender smiles. They were finally married, their vows spoken, and their love sealed for eternity.

But as they turned to face their loved ones, ready to celebrate their newfound union, Y.N's expression shifted, her hand flying to her swollen belly as a look of shock crossed her face.

"Aemond-my water just broke," she gasped, her voice tinged with disbelief.

A hush fell over the room as everyone turned to look at Y.N, their expressions a mixture of concern and excitement. Aemond's heart pounded in his chest as he realized what was happening – their babies were coming, and they were coming now.

"Are you okay, Y.N?" Aemond asked, his voice filled with concern as he gently guided her to a nearby chair.

Y.N nodded, her face pale but determined. "I'm okay, Aemond," she replied, her voice steady despite the chaos unfolding around them. "But we need to get to the hospital”.

Without a moment's hesitation, Aemond sprang into action, rallying their family to help them make their way to the hospital. Amidst the flurry of activity, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief at the timing of it all – their wedding day turning into the day they would become parents.

"We're going to be okay, Y.N," he whispered, his voice filled with determination as they sped towards the hospital. "We're in this together, now and always."

With adrenaline coursing through his veins, Aemond manoeuvred the car through the bustling streets, his focus unwavering as he raced towards the hospital. Beside him, Y.N's grip on his hand was tight, her face contorted with pain as she fought through each contraction.

"We're almost there, Y.N," Aemond reassured her, his voice steady despite the urgency of the situation. "Just hold on a little longer."

Minutes stretched into eternity as they finally arrived at the hospital, the medical staff rushing to Y.N's side as they whisked her away to the delivery room.

Y.N's grip tightened around his hand as another contraction swept through her, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Aemond could see the pain etched on her face, the strain of labour taking its toll on her body.

"You're doing great, Y.N," he murmured, his voice filled with love and admiration. "Just a little while longer, and we'll get to meet our babies."

Y.N managed a weak smile at his words, her eyes shining with tears. "I can't do this" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aemond's heart clenched at her words, his own eye filling with tears. "Yes, you can, Mrs Targaryen" he replied, his voice choked with emotion.

As the hours passed, Aemond never left Y.N's side, offering words of encouragement and support as she laboured bravely through each contraction. And when the moment finally arrived, when their babies entered the world with cries of new life, Aemond felt a rush of overwhelming joy and gratitude wash over him.

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Targaryen," she announced, her voice filled with warmth. "You have a beautiful boy and girl."

Aemond's heart soared with joy at the news, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he followed the nurse into the delivery room. And there, cradled in Y.N's arms, were their precious babies – a boy and a girl, their tiny fingers curled around each other in a silent embrace.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Aemond sank to his knees beside Y.N's bedside, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch their newborns for the first time.

"They're beautiful, Y.N," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

As Aemond cradled his newborn son and daughter in his arms, he couldn't help but marvel at their striking resemblance to him. Their delicate features mirrored his own, from their tufts of blonde hair to the shape of their noses.

"They look just like you, Aemond," Y.N whispered, her voice filled with awe as she gazed down at their precious babies.

Aemond's heart swelled with pride at the sight of his newborn son and daughter, their tiny faces a reflection of his own. He gently brushed his fingers over their soft cheeks, marvelling at the miracle of their existence.

"They're perfect," he murmured, his voice tinged with emotion as he looked up at Y.N.

With a smile, Y.N reached out to stroke her son’s cheek, her heart overflowing with love for her husband and their beautiful children. "And what should we name them?" she asked, her eyes shining with anticipation.

Aemond's gaze softened as he looked down at their newborn son, his heart filled with love and pride. "Naethan," he said, his voice filled with certainty.

"And our daughter?" Y.N prompted, her eyes shining with excitement.

Aemond's smile widened as he looked down at their tiny daughter. "Naerys," he said, his voice filled with reverence.

As the news of the twins' arrival spread, excitement rippled through the hospital corridors, drawing Aegon, Helaena, and Daeron like moths to a flame. Bursting into the room, their faces lit up with joy as they caught sight of the newborns cradled in Aemond and Y.N's arms.

"Oh, they're beautiful!" Helaena exclaimed, her eyes shining with tears as she moved closer to get a better look.

Daeron nodded in agreement, a proud smile spreading across his face. "Congratulations, Aemond, Y.N. They're absolutely perfect."

Aegon, ever the joker, couldn't resist adding his own comment as he peered down at the tiny bundles of joy. "At least Aemond didn't faint this time," he quipped, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

Y.N chuckled at Aegon's remark, her heart light with laughter despite the exhaustion that weighed heavily upon her. "Yes, thankfully he managed to stay upright this time," she replied, her voice tinged with amusement.

Aemond rolled his eyes good-naturedly at his brother's teasing, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I'll have you know, I was perfectly composed" he said, his voice filled with mock indignation.

“Until next time” laughed Aegon.

“N-Net time?” questioned Aemond as he looked over at Y.N who smiled sleepily.

As Y.N stepped out of the bathroom, the warm steam of the bath still clinging to her skin, she couldn't help but smile at the sight that greeted her in the bedroom. There, sitting on the bed, was Aemond, shirtless, with Naerys and Naethan nestled against his chest, their tiny bodies rising and falling with the rhythm of his breath.

Her heart swelled with love at the sight, her breath catching in her throat as she watched her husband cradle their newborn twins with such tenderness and care. In that moment, she felt a surge of gratitude for the man who had become the father of her children, his love for them shining bright in every touch and every glance.

Aemond looked up as Y.N entered the room, a warm smile spreading across his face at the sight of her. "Hey," he whispered, his voice soft so as not to disturb their slumbering babies. "They finally fell asleep."

Y.N moved closer, her heart overflowing with love as she settled herself beside Aemond on the bed. Gently, she reached out to brush her fingers over Naerys' soft hair, marveling at the delicate features of their daughter.

"They're so beautiful, Aemond," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder. "Just like their father."

Aemond's cheeks flushed with colour at her words, his heart swelling with pride at the sight of his sleeping children. "I couldn't have asked for a better life than this," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

“Me either” replied Y.N

Aemond's eyes twinkled mischievously as he glanced over at Y.N, a playful grin spreading across his lips. "So you’re glad that I offered my sperm then?" he teased, his tone light and playful.

Y.N couldn't help but laugh at his remark, her heart swelling with affection for the man who never failed to bring joy and laughter into their lives. "I suppose I am," she replied, her voice filled with amusement.

As the months passed, Naethan and Naerys grew happy and healthy under the loving care of Aemond and Y.N. Their home was filled with laughter and joy as the twins reached each new milestone, their bond as siblings growing stronger with each passing day.

And then, one evening as they sat together in the cozy living room, Y.N took Aemond's hand in hers, her eyes shining with excitement.

"Aemond, I have something to tell you," she said, her voice filled with anticipation.

Aemond looked at her curiously, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her radiant smile. "What is it, Y.N?" he asked, his voice tinged with excitement.

Y.N took a deep breath, her eyes sparkling with joy as she spoke. "I'm pregnant again," she announced, her voice filled with wonder.

Aemond's eyes widened in surprise, his heart swelling with happiness at the news. "Really?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement.

And as they shared a tender embrace, surrounded by the love of their growing family, Aemond knew that their home would soon be filled with even more laughter and joy, as they welcomed their newest addition into the world.

Aemond and Y.N's family continued to grow, filled with love and laughter when Y.N gave birth to their third child, a son they named Aelor.

Two years later, they welcomed another daughter, Saella, into their family, her arrival greeted with the same love and excitement as her siblings. With four children, they felt their family was complete, their hearts full to bursting with the love they shared.

But fate had other plans in store for them, and one evening, as they sat together in the warm glow of their living room, Y.N felt a familiar flutter in her belly, a feeling she hadn't experienced in years.

"Aemond," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I think I might be pregnant again."

Aemond's eye widened in surprise, his heart skipping a beat at the news. "Another one?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief. "But how?"

Y.N shrugged, a playful glint in her eye. "Blame it on the alcohol," she joked, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.

And so, nine months later, they welcomed their fifth child, another daughter they named Valaena, into their family, her arrival taking them completely by surprise. But as they gazed down at her tiny face an exact replica of her mother, their hearts overflowing with love, they knew that their family was complete, their home filled with the love and laughter of their five precious children.

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Let It Be Me I.

Summary:

Aemond and Y.N have been best friends for years, and as they approach 30 years old, Y.N decides that she wants to be a mother, so Aemond volunteers his services.

Warning(s): Language, Angst, Mentions of Past Cheating, Alternating POV, Masturbation, Kissing, Smut – Fingering, Oral Sex, P in V, Misunderstandings, Alys.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x Y.N (PAST AEMOND X ALYS)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 5383.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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"Y.N, I understand your desire to become a mother, but using a stranger as a sperm donor-it just doesn't sit right with me," Aemond said, his voice laced with concern. "Why not consider asking a friend instead? Someone you know and trust?"

Y.N furrowed her brow, considering Aemond's suggestion. "You know, I did speak to Aegon yesterday" she admitted quietly. "He offered to help."

Aemond's heart sank at the mention of his older brother. While Aegon was undoubtedly kind-hearted, the thought of Y.N having a child with him filled Aemond with a sense of unease. He couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't right.

Before he could stop himself, the words tumbled out of his mouth. "Y.N, please-don't go to Aegon. Don't go to anyone else. I-I'll do it."

Y.N's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze locking with Aemond's. "What do you mean?"

Aemond took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. "I mean-I'll be the father; we are best friends, and we know each other, and I’ll always be around so you’d have support”.

Y.N's breath caught in her throat, her heart thundering in her chest. She had never imagined Aemond would make such a bold offer. Yet, as she looked into his eye, she saw the sincerity and love reflected there.

Tears welled up in Y.N's eyes as she reached out to grasp Aemond's hand. "Aemond, are you sure? This is a huge decision."

Aemond nodded, his resolve unwavering. "I've never been surer of anything in my life”.

“I-I guess we could try it, at least this way the baby would have their father around” replied Y.N smiling.

“So, when do you want to do this?” asked Aemond.

“Next week-it’s supposed to be my most fertile week” replied Y.N.

“Ok-is there anything I need to do to make sure everything goes smoothly?”

“I think it would be a good idea for both of us to abstain from sex with other people, until I manage to get pregnant-“

“-Not exactly an issue for me, I haven’t been with anyone since Alys-” muttered Aemond.

“Me either, I’ve not been with anyone since Jace” uttered Y.N.

Aemond grimaced at the mention of his nephew’s name, if he didn’t hate Jace before he certainly did when he started dating Y.N.

It drove Aemond insane having to listen to that bastard fucking Y.N, he spent many nights wishing it was him instead of Jace.

Not even the woman he brought back and fucked into the mattress could sway his mind away from Y.N, they’d met at university and became friends after an unfortunate incident which led Y.N tripping over and accidently throwing coffee all over him.

He normally would have raged at the stupidity of it all, but the moment he finished wiping himself off and saw those blue eyes he was done for.

Her sweet soft voice apologising to him profusely, but he wasn’t listening he just couldn’t stop staring at the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

Looking back, he should have obeyed his first instinct and asked her out on a date, but he feared that she would reject him, as most women usually did due to the huge scar marring his face, so he settled for friendship instead and never thought to move beyond that boundary even though he wanted to, as the years went by and their friendship grew, he now feared that he would lose Y.N as a friend if he ever dared to reveal his feelings, so he kept them hidden.

He'd rather have Y.N as a friend than not have her at all.

They moved in together after university, she became part of his family, and it was like she’d always been there. His mother loved her, his father never really paid much attention to anyone or anything unless it was about his firstborn child, his darling Rhaenyra who could do no wrong, Aegon the man whore of course tried it on with her, but she quickly rebuffed him, which made Aemond love her even more, Helaena took to her immediately which was nice as it was hard for his sweet sister to make friends, and Daeron liked her too.

Everything was perfect, except it wasn’t because he wanted her, and he was too afraid to tell her.

Even getting involved with other women was an issue as he would always end up comparing them to Y.N and they would never last long, until Alys.

She was older than him, and Aemond liked that. At first things were great between them, he fell in love with her, and he felt for the first time that he could move on from Y.N but the mask slipped, and Alys began to show her true colours. Aemond would like to say he got out of that shit as soon as it started but he didn’t, he was a fool blinded by love and his cock and it wasn’t until his sister and Y.N joined forces to make him see sense, that he was finally able to escape the praying mantis that was Alys.

As always Y.N was there helping him through it, supporting him and providing words of comfort until she brought that twat of his nephew home. It turned out that whilst he was with Alys, Y.N had started something up with Jace.

Dalton, Jason and Cregan were bad enough but Jace, gods above it rankled Aemond to no end to have to see that bastard sauntering around his apartment.

More than once he found his hands drifting towards the knives, just one slip that’s all it would take. But then he’d most likely get done for murder and it wasn’t worth the hassle.

So, Aemond had to resign himself to misery every time Y.N was with Jace, but as always it didn’t last long and it pleased Aemond no end when Jace was given the boot.

Like him, Y.N could never find anyone to settle down with and she eventually gave up.

But there was a sadness in Y.N, and Aemond knew she wanted so desperately to be married and have a family as she didn’t have anything to do with her own and as much as Aemond would fold to the ground quicker than a deck of cards if he ever thought he could get away with asking her to marry him, agreeing to father her child was the next best thing.

And that’s how Aemond found himself a week after he’d made his offer, masturbating in the bathroom.

He was no stranger to self-pleasure, he’d fucked his fist many times to the thought of Y.N, but doing it like this felt weird, he would never admit it, but it did take longer than usual to rouse himself, perhaps it was because it wasn’t something that occurred naturally, Normally he’d wake up with his cock hard and throbbing other times it would happen if he saw Y.N in her short p.js or those damn lycra leggings she was fond of wearing whenever she worked out.

One time her nearly blew his load when he saw her emerge from the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel, the water droplets still clinging to her-

“SHIT” moaned Aemond, as the need for release quickly shot across his abdomen.

Where was it? that damn pot thingy she gave him. He had to put his seed in there, and then he would hand it to her, and she would disappear off to her bedroom and put his seed inside herself-

“FUUUCCCCKK” roared Aemond only just managing to position the pot to catch his seed in time.

It seemed to go on forever, the jolt of pleasure running through him as he cock pulsed and released endless ropes of seed.

After he washed his hands and cleaned himself up, Aemond took hold of the pot and left the bathroom, Y.N was sitting on the sofa with her earphones in.

“Thank the fuck christ for that” muttered Aemond, his cheeks tinged pink at the thought of Y.N listening to him masturbate, although the thought did make his cock stir in his sweatpants.

“Aemond-is everything ok?” asked Y.N as she pulled out her earphones.

“It’s fine-I guess I should give you this” replied Aemond as he handed her the pot.

“Yes-thank you. I-I’ll be back in a moment,” said Y.N as she quickly disappeared into her bedroom.

Not knowing exactly what to do with himself, Aemond sat on the sofa and thumbed through one of the magazines on the coffee table.

“Tips for women: how to bag your secret crush-what a crock of shit” Aemond as he threw the magazine in the bin.

A few minutes later Y.N emerged from her bedroom, carrying the empty pot in her hand, the knowledge that his seed was now inside her made his cock respond in earnest.

Fuck-he needed to get to his bedroom and fast.

“Is everything ok?” asked Y.N a faint blush dusting her cheeks.

“F-fine, I just need to go to my room. I forgot my phone. Waiting for a work call” exclaimed Aemond as he darted out the room.

The irritated voice of Y.N carrying through the flat when she saw the magazine in the bin.

“Hey-I was reading that”.

As the days stretched into weeks and the weeks into months, Y.N and Aemond embarked on the process of conceiving a child with optimism and excitement.

However, as time passed without any signs of success, their initial enthusiasm gave way to frustration and disappointment. Month after month, they meticulously tracked Y.N's cycle, timed their efforts with precision, and yet, each negative pregnancy test felt like a crushing blow.

One evening, as they sat together in the dim glow of their apartment, the weight of their unspoken fears hung heavy in the air. Y.N's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she voiced the thoughts that had been haunting her for weeks.

"Aemond, what if there's something wrong with me?" she whispered, her voice barely above a hoarse murmur.

Aemond's heart clenched at the pain in Y.N's voice, his own fears mirroring hers. "Y.N, don't say that" he replied, his voice laced with emotion. "There's nothing wrong with you. We just-haven't been lucky yet, that's all."

But Y.N couldn't shake the nagging doubt that gnawed at her heart. She couldn't help but wonder if her body was somehow failing her if she was somehow unworthy of the gift of motherhood.

"I know we've only been trying for a few months, but-what if it never happens?" Y.N's voice trembled with the weight of her insecurities.

Aemond reached out, gently cupping Y.N's face in his hands, his eyes filled with reassurance. "Y.N, listen to me. We're in this together, okay? Whatever happens, we'll face it together. And if we need to seek help, then we'll do it. But we're not giving up, not now, not ever."

"Guys, I don't know what to do," Aemond admitted, his voice tinged with concern. "Y.N and I have been trying for months, and-nothing. Not even a hint of a positive test."

Aegon leaned back in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, maybe you're going about it the wrong way," he teased, earning a sceptical glance from Daeron. "Perhaps you should try it the natural way."

Aemond's cheeks flushed crimson at Aegon's suggestion, his embarrassment evident. "Aegon, come on. This is serious," he protested, though a small part of him couldn't help but chuckle at his brother's audacity.

Daeron rolled his eyes, shaking his head in amusement. "Aegon, sometimes I wonder if you have any sense of decorum," he remarked dryly, though a smirk played at the corners of his lips.

“Or maybe little brother’s just insecure that he’s shooting blanks, what are you nearly thirty and not one accident-with anyone” laughed Aegon as he took a swig of beer.

“Just because you’ve got fuck knows how many kids to god knows how many different women, doesn’t mean were all like that, I’ve never fucked a women raw, I always used protection” replied Aemond.

“Your not still pissed I offered her my load are you-I was only joking, well kind of-“

“-Aegon seriously. I hate it when you talk like that. Grow up” snapped Daeron.

“Ooo hark at Mr prim and proper over here, anyone would think you had a thing for Y.N”.

“No-as lovely as Y.N is she’s not my type,” said Daeron.

“What is your type?” asked Aegon.

“Men-“ said Aemond firmly.

“-I thought you liked women?” quipped Aegon.

“I’m pansexual-I’m attracted to whoever regardless of their gender or how they identify”.

“Isn’t that what Helaena is?” mused Aegon.

“No, she’s asexual, which means no sexual attraction to others” said Aemond.

“So, hang on, if your attracted to anyone, then why isn’t Y.N your type?” asked Aegon.

“Because she’s my friend and I don’t think of her in that way-“ retorted Daeron.

“Unlike captain slow over here, dude is down so bad he literally offers to father his best friends child” snarked Aegon.

“You should really tell her Aemond-“

“-What? And ruin the friendship, I can’t do that. I can’t lose what we have” replied Aemond downing his glass of whisky and grimacing at the afterburn.

“Have you not considered that she might feel the way?” asked Daeron.

“What? No” muttered Aemond.

“Look listen to your big brother-go home and suggest that you try making the baby the natural way, all this methodically planned shit is clearly causing stress, which isn’t good for either of you-so maybe fucking each other and having an orgasm or two may help”.

“What if she says no” mused Aemond.

“If she does then we’ve always got a spare room for you-“

“-Not fucking funny” snapped Aemond.

“Just make the suggestion-let her make the choice,” said Daeron.

“Ok-but if she says no then expect another roommate” muttered Aemond.

Aemond took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation he was about to have with Y.N. As they sat together in the quiet comfort of their apartment, the weight of their unspoken desires hung heavy in the air.

"Y.N, I've been thinking," Aemond began, his voice tentative yet resolute. "Maybe-maybe we've been going about this the wrong way. Maybe instead of focusing so much on timing and tracking, we should-try things more naturally."

Y.N's brow furrowed in confusion, her eyes searching Aemond's face for clarity. "What do you mean, Aemond?"

Aemond hesitated, unsure of how to articulate the swirling emotions that churned within him. "I mean-maybe we could try having sex with each other”

Y.N's breath caught in her throat at Aemond's words, her heart pounding with a mixture of longing and apprehension. She had spent countless nights secretly yearning for Aemond, yet the fear of ruining their friendship had kept her from confessing her true feelings.

"Aemond, I-I don't want to risk our friendship," Y.N admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "What if-what if this changes everything between us?"

Aemond reached out, gently taking Y.N's hand in his own, his gaze soft yet determined. "Y.N, our friendship means everything to me and if you decide that we should just continue trying as we have been then I will respect your decision”.

Y.N sat quiet for a moment as she thought about what Aemond had suggested, clearly what they were already doing wasn’t working but maybe this could.

Gods she had been in love with Aemond ever since she’d tripped and thrown her coffee all over him. Features so sharp it looked like he’d been carved by the gods themselves, his singular eye was a shade of blue that she had never seen before, he was so beautiful. Initially his face had been twisted in anger and annoyance but then it softened and relaxed.

Admittedly she was left feeling disappointed that he’d not asked her out, and her shyness prevented her from asking him, so she settled for the friendship that blossomed between them.

Having no family of her own, she became part of his and it was truly wonderful. His mother Alicent, wow her curly auburn hair was incredible was quite nice, his father was disinterested and looked like he could play an extra from night of the living dead, his older brother Aegon had more kids than she had hot dinners was a bit of a cheeky chancer but nothing she couldn’t handle, his sister Helaena was sweet and whimsical in a way that warmed her heart and Daeron he was sensible and funny.

But she was a coward, too scared to tell Aemond how she felt, the possibility of ruining their friendship was heartbreaking but it was also the potential loss of his family that added to her reluctance.

Being alone for along time, you think you’re ok with it, just going through the motions but once you experience that closeness you truly realise how alone you are, and it saddened her deeply.

Aemond didn’t seem interested in her in that way, judging from all the women he fucked, at first, she tried to ignore it but then she thought why not take a leaf out of his book and get involved with someone.

Admittedly though giving her virginity to Dalton Greyjoy was a mistake, he barely lasted and to get through it she had to fantasise about Aemond, then there was Jason Lannister, he was a bit better but still a selfish prick.

Cregan Stark was a very giving lover, he never left her wanting, the only problem was that he wasn’t Aemond, and inevitably the relationship didn’t last long.

Then Aemond met her. Alys fucking Rivers. You’d think older would mean more mature, but no she was about as mature as the cheese you would find in the fridge, the blue veiny kind that smelled like feet.

It broke her heart to see Aemond so happy, but there wasn’t much she could do, and she would often escape their apartment whenever Alys was around and cry on Helaena’s shoulder.

Aemond’s sweet sister knew of her feelings for Aemond and often provided a welcome distraction from the disgusting display Alys would often make as she draped herself all over Aemond every chance she got, and their friendship wasn’t as close when she was around.

But then things started to go wrong, and Alys revealed her true self. The lies, the emotional and verbal abuse, even the cheating. But Aemond kept going back to her, time and time again, until one day she and Helaena took it upon themselves to sort that bitch out.

Helaena was the one who talked sense into Aemond and Y.N took great pleasure in giving her a good slap before throwing her out of the apartment.

Things seemed back to normal after that, until Y.N had to tell Aemond that she was involved with his nephew Jace.

If Aemond could have gritted his teeth any harder then he would have broken his jaw, the thing with Jace had initially started when Aemond was dating Alys, and Y.N understood that there maybe issues given that it was Jace’s younger brother Luke who cost Aemond his eye when they were children, but she was lonely and just needed a distraction from her feelings.

Although his posture and hair cut were atrocious, Jace was nice enough, but once again she kept comparing him to Aemond and then began to feel weird about Jace being his nephew and eventually it came to an end.

After one dating disaster after another, Y.N resigned herself to being single forever. Which saddened her deeply, she wanted to get married she wanted children. So, one day she decided why not be a mother, she had a steady job and enough savings, that maybe she could do it on her own. People used sperm banks all the time, so why couldn’t she.

Helaena was supportive and suggested asking someone she knew first, admittedly asking Aegon was a mistake, but it was a request made out of the fact that not only did she know Aegon but due to all his children, she knew his soldiers were marching, it was just the idea of tying herself to him as so many others had done which changed her mind.

So, sperm bank it was, at least they did the necessary checks, but in the end, she had no need for it as Aemond offered to father her child.

As surprising as it was, she was not opposed to the idea. Aemond was after all her best friend and she trusted him beyond all measure, so she accepted his offer.

Explaining the mechanics of the offer to Aemond had been mortifying, especially when she presented him with the pot, he would put his seed in.

Listening to him masturbate in the bathroom though had been a treat, his groans of frustration filtered through the apartment and if Y.N was brave she would have offered to help him, but she was a coward, so she put her earphones in, not like that helped much as the noise he made when he came, made her stomach flutter and her core clench.

When he handed her the pot, his cheeks were tinged pink and fuck he was still hard, she could see the outline of his cock through his sweatpants.

She excused herself, went to her room and did what she needed to do, when she emerged Aemond was hovering in the living room, his eye blown wide and his cheeks red.

Fuck his cock was straining hard against the fabric of his sweatpants, Y.N couldn’t help but move closer to him, but when she asked if he was ok, he seem startled and raced off to his room, going on about his mobile.

“Ok-now where is my-“ muttered Y.N as she looked for her magazine, only to see it in the bin. That fucker had thrown it away.

Over the next few weeks, they continued with their arrangement, but it wasn’t working. No pregnancy ever materialized, and she began to feel like there was something wrong with her, but Aemond supported her and promised that they weren’t going to give up.

She never imagined not giving up would result in him suggesting they try to conceive a child by having sex, but here they were in the living room with the weight of his suggestion hanging in the air.

Of course, it did make sense, but she was worried about it changing their friendship, and not only that she didn’t want to lose his family that taken her in as one of their own.

He said she could turn him down, that it was her choice to make, and it made her heart flutter. She could say no, she probably should say no but the only words that left her mouth was acceptance.

“Ok-let’s have sex” said Y.N.

Aemond had thought all his Christmases had come at once when Y.N took his hand and led him to her bedroom.

“Are you sure about this?” asked Aemond as he closed the door.

“I’m sure-now fuck a baby into me” replied Y.N as she pressed forward and claimed his lips with her own.

The kiss was filthy, it was depraved, and it was fucking amazing. Aemond couldn’t help the small groan that escaped his tips as Y.N’s tongue slid against his.

This was everything he’d ever wanted, and fuck she tasted divine.

Aemond slowly moved his hands down Y.N’s body before roughly grasping her ass and hauling her up against the door.

Y.N whimpered, gripping at Aemond’s shoulders as he slotted himself between her legs, his tongue still invading her mouth.

Aemond pressed himself against the apex of Y.N’s thighs, and he growls like an animal when she reaches down and palms his hard cock over his sweatpants.

“Fuck-“ groans Aemond as he began to grind his clothed cock against her.

“Someone’s eager” whispered Y.N as she flicked her tongue against the corner of Aemond’s mouth.

“Oh, sweet girl you have no idea” quipped Aemond as she spun her off the door and carried her to her bed.

Soon their clothes are abandoned in a haphazard heap on the floor and Aemond was laid between Y.N open legs moving his fingers through her dripping folds as he expertly devoured her with his mouth, his nose bumping against her pearl as fucked her with his tongue.

Gods, she tasted delicious here too. Obviously, this wasn’t required to make a baby but he couldn’t help himself, he needed her wet and wanting.

Aemond loved performing oral sex on women, something his past partners never complained about, but nothing compared to Y.N she was delicious in a way he’d never tasted before.

“Fuck,” squeaks Y.N as she grasps at the back of Aemond’s head, her fingers digging into his hair, holding him in place.

“You’re quite sensitive. Are you going to come already?” asked Aemond smugly.

Aemond alternates between using his fingers and tongue to bring Y.N to her peak.

Y.N arches her back as she comes, Aemond gently sucks on her pearl as she rides out the euphoria of her peak.

“Is that you done baby, or do you want more?” asked Aemond playfully, his chin shining with her slick.

“M-More, please” gasps Y.N as Aemond reaches forward and presses a singular kiss to her pearl before he quickly wipes his chin with his hand.

Aemond smirks as he removes his boxers, his hard cock slapping up against his abdomen,

Y.N looks at Aemond and her eyes widen, he was bigger than anyone she’d been with previously significantly so, his cock hard and heavy, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

“Don’t worry little bird-it will fit” whispered Aemond as he presses his lips against Y.N’s in a heated kiss.

Aemond takes himself in his hand and guides his hard cock to Y.N entrance, pushing in slowly and pausing to give her a moment to adapt to his size.

After pressing a gentle kiss to Y.N’s lips, Aemond pulls out slowly and slides back in, his pace gentle and steady.

“Harder-faster, please daddy I can take it” exclaimed Y.N.

Aemond lets out a pleased grunt and slams into Y.N hard, smiling as she lets out a yelp of surprise.

The pace he sets is brutal, his hips slapping against hers, all the pent up frustration of wanting her pouring out of him.

Y.N moans desperately, as she moves her hips to meet his, attempting to allow his cock to reach deeper within her.

Aemond gets the hint, and quickly lifts Y.N’s legs over his shoulders, using the new angle to drive his cock even deeper than before.

“Tell me how it feels” demands Aemond.

“It’s good, so good-yes-yes you feel so good”

Y.N praises sets something off inside Aemond as he continues to pound into her, the headboard banging against the wall from the force of his movements.

“Aemond, please, I’m close” whimpers Y.N.

Aemond moves a hand down to where the two of them are joined, and rubs Y.N’s pearl in quick circles, dragging her closer the edge of the precipice.

“I never want to leave this sweet pussy–fuck,” groans Aemond as he marks each of his words in tandem with a rough snap of his hips.

Y.N come with a loud, scream, her body shaking underneath Aemond’s as his thrusts grow sloppy.

“J-Just a little longer-fuck” groans Aemond as he slams into Y.N three more times before reaching his own peak, spilling rope after rope of seed inside her.

After a few moments, Aemond gently moves Y.N’s legs from his shoulders, his chest heaving with every breath he takes.

“I-I wasn’t too rough, was I?” asked Aemond.

“No. I-It was wonderful” exclaimed Y.N, her body shaking slightly.

Aemond smirks as he slowly removes his softened cock from her slick cunt, his singular eye fixated on the drops of seed that spill out.

He takes a finger to Y.N’s opening and pushes his seed back inside, delighting in her moan of surprise.

“Can’t be wasting it now can we” whispered Aemond as he laid down on the bed and pulled Y.N to him.

“I guess not” replied Y.N her eyes closed as she smiled slightly.

“Not tired, are you?” asked Aemond curiously as Y.N laid her head on his chest and began running her fingers through the sparse hair that graced his chest.

Y.N looked at him and smiled as she shook her head.

“Good, because I plan to fill you with my seed many times this night-”.

Over the next few weeks, Aemond and Y.N spent many nights entwined in bed, sometimes they didn’t even make it to the bedroom.

Aemond had practically taken her on every available surface in their apartment, he was unrestrained and ravenous.

Never had Y.N experienced such pleasure, that it often left her unable to walk straight, something that Aegon liked to tease her about quite frequently.

But a swift dig to the ribs would often sort him out and wipe that cheeky grin off his face.

Whilst all the sex with Aemond was enjoyable there was a purpose behind it and Y.N was on pins the day her period was due, but it never came, nor did it arrive the next day or the day after that.

Not wanting to get her hopes up too much, Y.N made an appointment with the Drs and anxiously waited for the news.

Later that day Y.N's heart raced with anticipation as she stepped through the door of their apartment.

"Aemond!" she called out, her voice trembling with excitement as she searched for him. "Aemond, where are you?"

Aemond emerged from the living room, a curious expression on his face as he caught sight of Y.N's radiant smile. "Y.N, what's going on?”

Y.N's smile widened as she held out a piece of paper, her hands trembling with excitement. "Aemond, I went to the doctor today- and guess what? We're going to have a baby!"

Aemond's eye widened in disbelief as he took in Y.N's words, the reality of her announcement sinking in. "Y.N, are you serious?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with awe and wonder.

Y.N nodded eagerly, tears of joy shimmering in her eyes. "Yes, Aemond, I'm serious! The doctor confirmed it-we're going to be parents!"

Aemond's heart swelled with overwhelming emotion as he pulled Y.N into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. "Y.N, this is incredible," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I can't believe it-we're going to have a baby."

But then out of the corner of her eye, Y.N noticed a figure sitting on their couch.

"Alys-what are you doing here?" Y.N managed to choke out, her voice trembling with a mixture of confusion and apprehension.

Alys looked up, her expression a mix of surprise and discomfort. "I... I came to see Aemond," she replied, her voice faltering slightly. "I didn't realize you would be here."

“I live here” retorted Y.N her voice dripping with venom.

"Did I hear you say that you were pregnant?” asked Alys.

“Yes, you did, Aemond is the father-“ said Y.N through gritted teeth.

“I-I didn't know you and Aemond were-together," Alys finally stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y.N felt a lump form in her throat as Aemond's response echoed in her ears. "We're not together," he said simply, his words like a dagger to her heart.

The realization hit Y.N like a tidal wave, washing over her with a force she could scarcely comprehend. In that moment, the truth of their relationship – or lack thereof – crashed down upon her, leaving her feeling lost and alone.

Tears welled up in Y.N's eyes as she struggled to make sense of it all. The joy of her pregnancy announcement now tainted by the crushing weight of rejection.

Aemond's heart clenched with anguish as he watched the devastation wash over Y.N's face. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, a painful reminder of the hurt he had unwittingly caused.

"Y.N, I'm so sorry," Aemond began, his voice laced with regret as he reached out to her. But before he could utter another word, Y.N pulled away, her eyes brimming with tears as she fled to her bedroom, the sound of her sobs echoing in the empty space.

TBC

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Closer

Summary:

Lucaela is a strong bastard-the twin sister of the boy who maimed him with a blade, but she's also the sweetest Omega he's ever scented, and Aemond soon finds himself unable to fight against the primal urge of the Alpha inside him, who has chosen his neice as the perfect mate.

Warning(s): Language, Angst, Masturbation, Uncle/Niece Incest, Kissing, Smut – Fingering, Oral Sex, Loss of Virginity, P in V, Knotting, Mating Bites.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x O.C LUCAELA VELARYON

INSPIRED BY - 'NINE INCH NAILS - CLOSER'

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 4569

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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Aemond strode across the training grounds of the Red Keep, his sword in hand, the sound of steel slicing through the air as he practiced his swordsmanship. His movements were fluid, each strike precise and powerful, a testament to years of training and discipline.

As he paused for a moment to catch his breath, a sweet fragrance wafted on the breeze, the scent of ripe peaches teasing his senses. Aemond's nostrils flared as he instinctively turned his head, searching for the source of the delightful aroma.

And there she was, emerging from the shadows like a vision—Lucaela, his niece a recently presented Omega. Her presence stirring the Alpha within. She was the twin sister of Lucerys, the boy who had took his eye when they were children. Aemond harboured a deep-seated hatred for Lucerys, but he couldn't deny the magnetic pull he felt towards Lucaela.

"Lucaela," greeted Aemond, his voice low and tinged with a hint of something he dared not name.

“Uncle” replied Lucaela.

A wave of desire swept over Aemond like a tempest, igniting a fire within his soul that threatened to consume him whole.

Lucaela was the epitome of beauty, her long, dark wavy hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of silk, framing her delicate features with an ethereal glow.

Her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of light purple, she was the only one out of her strong siblings that had inherited the Targaryen eyes.

And then there was her peach scent that enveloped him like a cloak, sending his senses reeling with its intoxicating allure. It was a scent he could never forget, a scent that awakened the Alpha within him, urging him to claim the omega as his own.

With every breath he took, Aemond could feel the pull of Lucaela's scent drawing him closer, igniting a hunger deep within him that refused to be ignored. The Alpha inside him roared with a primal need, demanding dominance, craving possession.

“What brings you to the training grounds?” asked Aemond, the point of his sword digging into the ground as he rested his weight upon it.

“I found myself drawn to this part of the castle-I was watching you train” replied Lucaela.

“-And did you like what you saw?” rasped Aemond smirking.

“Your skill with the sword is impressive-you’ll win many tourneys”.

“I don’t give a shit about tourneys-nephews have you come to train?” quipped Aemond as Jace and Luke came to a stop beside Lucaela who scowled.

“Open the gates-“

Aemond smiled at Vaemond Velaryon made his way inside the Red Keep, flanked by a retinue of guards.

Alone in the dimly lit chambers, Aemond sat upon a plush chair, his mind consumed by thoughts of Lucaela.

The sweet scent of peaches still clung to the air, haunting him with its intoxicating allure. Aemond's fingers clenched tightly around the armrests of his chair as he fought against the primal urges stirring within him.

The petition for Vaemond to seize control of Driftmark had failed, his sickly father had miraculously roused himself from his stupor and came to the aid of Rhaenyra-his favourite child.

Viserys had steadfastly upheld the bastard strong boys claim to Driftmark and Vaemond had lost his head for it.

Now he would have to endure spending more time in the presence of Rhaenyra and her brood of bastards, his presence would be expected at dinner, and he would have to be in the same room as Lucaela.

Never in his life had he been this tempted by the scent of an Omega, just thinking about her was enough to make his cock hard. He’d already fucked his fist three times since their encounter in the training yard and it had done nothing to satisfy his desire.

Aemond closed his eye, trying in vain to banish her from his thoughts, but her image remained etched into the depths of his mind. The soft curve of her lips, the warmth of her gaze—each detail a tantalizing temptation that threatened to unravel his self-control.

For an Alpha, the scent of an Omega, especially a newly presented one, is like a siren's song, weaving its way through the air and captivating their senses with its intoxicating sweetness. It ignites a fire within them, awakening desires that they struggle to contain.

The Alpha within him surged with a primal longing, a desire as ancient as time itself. It whispered to him in the depths of his soul, urging him to claim Lucaela as his own, to make her his mate, and to sire pups with her.

In the quiet solitude of his chambers, Aemond wrestled with conflicting emotions, torn between the responsibilities of his station and the yearnings of his heart. His Alpha instincts raged, demanding dominance and possession, driving him to seek out Lucaela and bind her to him in an unbreakable bond.

He imagined her taking his knot, his fangs sinking into her neck, forever claiming her as his. He pictured her belly swollen with his pups. The Alpha within him growling with satisfaction, his cock hard again.

“Fuck-“ groaned Aemond as his hands moved to untie his breeches once more.

Not even a day she had been back in the Red Keep and already he’d been reduced to hiding in his chambers fucking his own fist.

He briefly considered finding another Omega or perhaps a Beta female, perhaps if he could find one that looked similar to-

NO-the Alpha inside him would not accept a substitute, it had to be Lucaela.

His cock as hard as steel, already leaking precum and he began to move his hand up and down.

“Fuck-“ groaned Aemond his hips moving back and forth.

His mind a wash with vivid images of Lucaela, under him, on top of him, of him behind her, fucking his knot into her sweet wet warm cunny.

Gods he felt like he was in rut, his hips and fist moving faster, he was close-so close.

The scent of peaches-fuck he wondered if she tasted like a ripe peach, one of his favourite fruits.

Soft-sweet, perfect for sinking his teeth into.

“Lucaela-my Lucy-MINE” roared Aemond as he erupted, his seed spilling all over his fist and lower abdomen.

Aemond collapsed against the back of the chair, his heart pounding in his chest, the knot at the base of his cock throbbed continuously.

Then a soft knock at the door, broke Aemond out his reverie.

“Dinner is ready Prince Aemond-your presence is expected”.

“I’ll be there in a moment” replied Aemond, tucking his cock back in his breeches and reaching for a cloth.

God this dinner was going to be hell. But he must endure. He must do his duty. He supposed he could always hold his breath, that way he would smell the Omega’s scent, but that would also lead to his untimely death, and he couldn’t hold his breath all night.

His cock stirred once again at the thought of Lucaela and Aemond shook his head in disbelief.

“Fuck sake-not again” snapped Aemond as he ran a hand over his face.

No-he couldn’t indulge himself, otherwise he’d be late. So, with a deep breath he left his chambers and made his way to the dining room.

Praying to every fucking one of the seven that he could restrain himself.

The scent of roasted meats and spiced wines filled the air, mingling with the chatter and laughter of his relatives, yet beneath the facade of familial camaraderie, Aemond's inner turmoil raged like a storm.

Seated alongside his kin, Aemond struggled to maintain his composure, his fingers tightening around the stem of his goblet as he forced himself to focus on the conversation swirling around him. But try as he might to distract himself, his thoughts kept returning to Lucaela.

The Alpha within him clawed desperately at the confines of his self-control, yearning to claim her as his own, to dominate and possess her in a primal display of dominance. It whispered seductive promises of fulfilment and satisfaction, urging him to seize what he desired most.

But Aemond knew he couldn't succumb to those urges, not here, not now, surrounded by his family so, Aemond gritted his teeth against the tumult of his inner turmoil, his facade of stoicism masking the turmoil raging within. He cast furtive glances across the table, his gaze lingering on Lucaela, who sat beside her brother Lucerys, her expression a mask of serene composure.

Each glance only served to fuel the fire burning within him, the Alpha's hunger growing more insatiable with each passing moment. He longed to reach out and claim Lucaela, to mark her as his own and brand her with his scent—a symbol of their bond forged in the crucible of desire.

Not even his father’s desperate rambling were enough to distract him, not even the toasts, or even his sister Helaena dancing with Jace.

She was Aegon’s wife, but obviously the drunk cunt could only sit and stare as the bastard strong boy twirled her around in time with the music.

After his father had been escorted from the dining room, Aemond prayed for the night to come to a close, he had to get back to his chambers, his cock was throbbing with need, and he was sure the scent of his arousal was becoming more and more obvious by the second, due to the looks that Lucaela was giving him and the faint blush that dusted her cheeks.

Then the roasted pig was placed in front on him, and that bastard boy had the audacity to laugh at him.

His fist colliding loudly with the table, and he rose to his feet thanking the gods that his leather jerkin was long enough to hide the bulge in his breeches.

“Final tribute” said Aemond picking up his goblet “To the health of my niece and nephews-Lucaela, Jace and Luke-each of them handsome, wise and strong-“

“Aemond” warned Alicent.

“Come-let us drain our cups to these three strong-“

“-I dare you to say that again” challenged Jace.

“Why, it was only a compliment. Don’t you think yourself strong?” challenged Aemond, as Jace’s fist collided with the side of his face.

The dining room erupted into a cacophony of noise, Lucerys who had rose to defend his brother Jace had been slammed headfirst into the table, Lucaela had then slid her hands into Aegon’s silver hair and wrenched him away from her twin brother-and Jace had been shoved to the floor.

Aemond’s blood was growing hot as he watched Lucaela defending her brother, he didn’t give two shits about Luke, but it was the way in which the Omega had fiercely risen from her seat and thrown herself into the chaos.

The hard slap she delivered to Aegon’s pale cheek had the Alpha inside Aemond growling with delight.

But Jace had hauled himself of the floor and was charging towards Aemond, who braced himself ready to fight.

“Wait-wait-“ snarled Daemon, stepping in between the two.

“Go to your chambers-all of you go now” ordered Rhaenyra.

Aemond watched as Lucaela bowed her head to her mother and followed her brothers from the dining room.

As he watched her leave Aemond suddenly became very aware that Daemon was watching him with intrigue, following his gaze.

The older Alpha raised his non-existent eyebrows at Aemond who decided it was for the best to stand down, challenging Daemon wouldn’t do him any favours, not with Lucaela anyway.

So, he left the dining room, not bothering to deal with the aftermath of his actions as there was something else that demanded his attention.

Aemond’s footsteps echoed softly as he made his way through the corridors of the Red Keep, his heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. The flickering torches cast dancing shadows along the stone walls, casting an eerie glow upon his determined features.

He knew he shouldn't be here, shouldn't succumb to the forbidden desires that tugged at his soul like a riptide dragging him under. But the scent of Lucaela lingered in his senses, a sweet intoxicating fragrance that called to him with an irresistible allure, driving him ever closer to her chambers.

As he reached the door to Lucaela's quarters, Aemond hesitated for a moment, his hand poised to knock. His mind raced with a thousand reasons why he should turn back, why he should resist the primal urges that threatened to consume him.

But then he caught another whiff of her scent, carried on the breeze like a whispered promise, and all rational thought fled from his mind. With a shaky breath, he rapped his knuckles against the door, the sound echoing through the silent corridor.

The door creaked open, revealing Lucaela standing on the threshold, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of him.

Aemond's gaze locked with hers, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to find the words to express the tempest of emotions raging within him. But before he could speak, the scent of Lucaela enveloped him like a tidal wave, washing away his doubts and fears in a flood of primal need.

“What do you want?” asked Lucaela.

“You know what I want-“ replied Aemond as he stepped inside the dimly lit chamber.

“No, I don’t-“

“-Sure, you do” said Aemond.

“You can’t want me-“ muttered Lucaela, lowering her gaze to the floor.

“Why not?” snarked Aemond.

“I thought I was a bastard-you said it yourself. Handsome, wise and strong”

“When it comes to you I was wrong, I should have said pretty and perfect for birthing my pups” growled Aemond as he stepped forward, closing the distance between them in a single stride. He could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her skin, beckoning him closer with each passing second.

And then, without a word, he crushed his lips to hers in a searing kiss.

His Alpha roaring with delight, at the sweet taste of the Omega.

Breaking away from the kiss, Lucaela gasped for breath, her eyes meeting Aemond's with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. "We mustn't," she breathed, her voice trembling with restraint. "We should court properly, earn the blessing of the King and our family.”

Aemond's brows furrowed, a shadow passing over his features as he shook his head in disbelief. "You know as well as I do, Lucy," he murmured, his voice tinged with bitterness. "My mother and grandsire would never allow such a match to take place. They would sooner see us wed to strangers for political gain than grant their blessing to our union."

“Aemond” whimpered Lucaela as he reached out to gently cup her cheek, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

"You can feel it, can't you?" he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. "The pull of my Alpha scent”

Lucaela's breath caught in her throat at his words, her heart pounding with a mixture of longing and apprehension. She wanted to deny it, to cling to the remnants of her resolve, but the undeniable truth hung heavy in the air between them.

"I-I shouldn't," she whispered, her voice barely a breath as she fought to resist the primal urges that threatened to consume her. "We mustn't give in to temptation, Aemond. We must honour our duty and our family."

But even as she spoke the words, Lucaela could feel the last vestiges of her resistance crumbling beneath the weight of Aemond's presence, his Alpha scent wrapping around her like a velvet cloak, suffusing her senses with a heady intoxication that left her dizzy with desire.

Aemond's lips curled into a knowing smile as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You cannot deny the pull any longer, Issa dōna," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "Our desires are too strong, too primal to be ignored” (My sweet).

With a soft gasp, Lucaela closed the distance between them, her lips meeting Aemond's in a searing kiss that left them both breathless and wanting more.

Lucaela had lost most of her senses the moment Aemond had pressed her onto the bed and knelt down between her open legs.

“Issa dōna Omega” whispered Aemond (My sweet Omega).

Lucaela’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as Aemond’s tongue swept across her slick wet folds.

Lucaela bit the back of her hand to keep herself from screaming as Aemond began using his long fingers to tease her entrance.

“Ivestragī issa rȳbagon ao issa dōna” growled Aemond (Let me hear you my sweet).

“A-Aemond. Oh god. Please” moaned Lucaela.

Aemond pressed two fingers inside Lucaela, moving them against a spot that made her entire body shake.

“I know your almost there. Let it happen my sweet. Come for me” whispered Aemond.

Lucaela arched her back and let out a scream as her pleasure erupted.

Aemond crawled up Lucaela’s body, placing gentle kisses on her skin as he moved higher and higher.

Lucaela blushed furiously when she saw that Aemond’s chin was shining with her slick.

“Calm yourself my little strong girl” murmured Aemond.

“I-I’ve never-” mumbled Lucaela.

“Relax and let Alpha take care of you”.

Almost as if he could read Lucaela’s mind, Aemond smiled and began peppering gentle kisses all over Lucaela’s face.

“You can take it. Ao istan vēttan syt issa” whispered Aemond as he began rubbing his hard cock along Lucaela’s wet folds (You were made for me).

Suddenly Aemond rolls his hips forward and the entire hard length of him is buried inside Lucaela.

“A-Aemond” shrieks Lucaela at the sting of her maidenhead being taken.

Aemond stills for a moment, almost as if he is savouring the feeling of Lucaela’s tight wet heat being wrapped around him.

After a few mintues, Lucaela begins to writh against him.

“M-Move please Alpha. I need you” begged Lucaela desperately.

Aemond rolls his hips gently at first, allowing Lucaela the time to adjust to the feeling of his cock moving back and forth inside her, but when his sweet Omega begins issuing pleas of ‘Harder and faster’ Aemond loses it and begins fucking Lucaela into the mattress.

Their hips pound together as Aemond thrusts hard and fast, his movements brutal and precise.

“Lucaela. My Omega” moans Aemond as his cock begins to thicken at the base.

“Yes. Yes. Oh, it’s feels so good. Alpha don’t stop. Fuck me harder. I can take it”

“Going to fill you up with my seed. I want to see you swollen with my pups” hisses Aemond.

“Yes. Alpha breed me. I want to grow round with your pup. I will give you as many pups as you desire” exclaimed Lucaela.

“Y-Your neck. I need too-Claim you” growls Aemond.

“Yes, Alpha claim me. Make me yours” begs Lucaela.

With a low growl of desire, Aemond tilts Lucaela's head back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck to his hungry gaze.

His cock throbbing with anticipation,

Lucaela's breath hitched as she felt the heat of Aemond's lips brush against her skin, his touch igniting her blood. Then, she felt the sharp sting of his teeth sinking into her flesh, a mixture of pleasure and pain flooding her senses.

Aemond's Alpha scent enveloped her, swirling around her like a whirlwind, as Lucaela surrendered to the overwhelming sensation. With a gasp of ecstasy, she arched against him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she felt their bond solidifying, the mating bond that would bind them together for eternity.

But even as Aemond claimed her as his own, Lucaela's own Omega instincts surged to life, driving her to reciprocate the gesture. With a fierce determination, she bit down on Aemond's neck.

Whilst her teeth are not as sharp as Aemonds, they still manage to puncture his mating gland. Sealing Alpha and Omega together forever. Their bond snapping into place. Their hearts as one.

The blood from their bites running down their bodies, as they moved together. Her Alpha fucked her hard and fast, his hips pounding against hers. The sound of skin slapping together echoed around the chambers.

As Aemond gives one last thrust and forces his knot inside Lucaela, spilling rope after rope of his seed inside his Omega, which made Lucaela throw her own head back and scream, as she reached her peak, clenching around her Alpha’s pulsating cock.

It didn’t stop there, Aemond only needed a few moments of rest before growing hard inside of his Omega again.

As Lucaela’s legs relaxed and let go of her hold on Aemond, his knot had deflated enough to allow him to move backwards, and he raised himself to his knees between Lucaela’s legs.

The loss of her Alpha inside her made Lucaela whimper as the ache quickly returned.

“Roll over” ordered Aemond. It was a command, an Alpha command, and Lucaela whimpered as she felt it take control of her body, she had to obey, she had to please her Alpha.

She was now on all fours in front of him, ready to be mounted again. Her waves of scent and slick made Aemond almost stagger. He pushed his cock into the whimpering Omega once more with shaky hands and proceeded to pound her even harder and quicker than before, snapping his hips against her while grunting loudly, driving needy moans out of Lucaela.

Aemond was gripping her hips so hard that his nails were digging into her skin, leaving marks everywhere, the pain drove Lucaela wild with need and she needed to feel more of it.

Almost as if he could sense what she needed, Aemond reached forward and grabbed Lucaela’s hair, making her head shoot back. Lucaela cried out to her Alpha in pleasure, making Aemond growl.

His knot started to slowly push inside Lucaela, and she let out a feral cry as the knot made its way deeper and deeper inside of her.

It swelled up so much, it hurt, it hurt so good.

“A-Aemond-yes-yes-please” babbled Lucaela as she peaked, her slick dripping onto the sheets.

“I will have you dripping with my seed my sweet Omega. I can’t wait to see you swell with my pups, everyone will know your mine-“ moaned Aemond.

Aemond thrust one, two, three more times before growling once again, shooting his seed deep inside Lucaela, filling her up. He grunted out Lucaela’s name chasing the pleasure of his own peak. He then let out a deep, satisfied breath before collapsing onto his Omega.

Aemond moved his face to Lucaela’s neck again, and lovingly nuzzled her.

Lucaela laid trembling underneath him, his knot had swelled and locked together,

“ñuhon” muttered Aemond (Mine).

In the depths of the night, shrouded in shadows cast by flickering torchlight, Lucaela made her way down to the skull of Balerion, the ancient relic looming over her like a silent sentinel of the past. She paused before the massive skull, her heart pounding with a mixture of apprehension and resolve.

As she waited, Lucaela reached up to the fresh mating mark on her neck and grimaced at the dried blood lingering on her skin.

At the sound of footsteps, Lucaela took a deep breath and turned to face Daemon.

"Is it done?"

Lucaela nodded, her voice steady despite the turmoil churning within her. "Yes," she replied, her words echoing softly in the cavernous chamber. "Aemond has claimed me as his mate. His seed has filled my womb."

A slow smile spread across Daemon's lips, a flicker of satisfaction dancing in his eyes. "Well done," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that echoed through the darkness.

“Thank you-father” whispered Lucaela.

"You must lay with him as many times as you can to ensure that you carry Aemond's pup," he said, his tone firm and commanding. "No Alpha would ever turn away from their own child and with Aemond on our side, your mother's path to the Iron Throne is clearer than ever."

"I-I understand," she murmured, her voice barely more than a whisper as she met Daemon's gaze with a mixture of resignation and determination.

Daemon nodded; his expression unreadable as he regarded her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "Good," he said, his voice a low rumble that echoed through the chamber. "With his pup in your womb, our position will be secure”.

“What of those who conspire against mother?” asked Lucaela.

“Otto Hightower isn’t the only treasonous cunt involved, soon the others will reveal themselves and when they do-justice will served” replied Daemon his hand resting on the hilt of Dark Sister.

“Perzys se ānogar” said Lucaela (Fire and Blood).

Daemon's eyes softened as he looked upon Lucaela, a sense of pride swelling within him like a flame dancing in the darkness. Of Rhaenyra's three children from her first marriage, Lucaela was his favourite—the embodiment of everything he believed a Targaryen should be.

"You have done well" he said, his voice carrying the weight of his admiration. "But now, it is time for you to return to your mate and get some rest. Thanks to you, the war will be won before it even begins”

As Lucaela made her way back to her chambers, her mind drifted back to Daemon's plan.

Her presentation as an Omega had marked a turning point, her scent at its strongest—a heady concoction of sweetness and allure that had the power to captivate even the most stoic of unmated Alphas. It was a scent that could drive men to madness, igniting a primal hunger that could not be ignored.

Whispers had reached Dragonstone of Ottos plans to usurp the Iron Throne when Viserys passed and have Aegon crowned, and Daemon knew they had to play it smart at least for now and he had seen the potential of her power as an Omega and recognized the opportunity it presented.

Aemond and Vhagar were Otto’s biggest asset, and without them he was nothing.

So, Daemon had suggested that she deliberately place herself in front of Aemond, play coy and let her scent drive him wild with desire until he could resist her no longer.

Lucaela pushed open the door, the soft light of the moon casting a gentle glow across the room, illuminating the seed and blood-stained sheets that bore witness to their passionate union.

Aemond was still asleep, his features softened by the embrace of slumber, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

As Lucaela slipped beneath the covers and nestled against Aemond's side, his arms instinctively wrapping around her and pulling her close, a sense of warmth and contentment washed over her like a wave crashing against the shore.

And as she lay there in the darkness, wrapped in Aemond's embrace, Lucaela couldn't help but wonder if perhaps being mated to him wouldn't be so bad after all.

The fervour in which he had taken her to bed had been unlike anything she had expected, growing up the septa’s had always told her of a woman’s duty, that she existed for a man’s pleasure and not her own.

But Aemond had shown her that there was much pleasure to be had, and she couldn’t wait to experience more.

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Kickstart My Heart

Summary:

After his last relationship ended, Aemond decided he was taking a break from women, and it was going well until his sister Helaena introduces him to her new friend.

Warning(s): Language, Angst, Mentions of Past Cheating, Kissing, Smut – Fingering, Oral Sex, Loss of Virginity, P in V, Misunderstandings, Alys.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x Y.N (PAST AEMOND X ALYS)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 7215

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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Aemond stood in the dimly lit living room of the apartment he used to share with Alys. The air felt heavy with the weight of their turbulent relationship, a storm that had raged for far too long.

Tonight, however, he was determined to bring an end to it.

Alys sat on the couch, her green eyes fixated on her phone, barely acknowledging his presence. She exuded an air of indifference, as if his existence was merely an inconvenience.

"Alys," Aemond began, his voice steady despite the tumult of emotions swirling within him. "We need to talk."

She glanced up briefly, her expression tinged with annoyance. "Can't it wait? I'm in the middle of something."

Aemond shook his head, his resolve hardening with each passing second. "No, it can't wait. I've had enough."

Alys scoffed, a derisive smile playing on her lips. "What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Aemond replied, his tone unwavering. "I can't do this anymore. I can't be with someone who belittles me, who cheats on me, who takes advantage of me."

Alys's facade of indifference crumbled, replaced by a flicker of anger. "You're being ridiculous, Aemond. You can't just throw away what we have because of a few petty disagreements."

"These aren't petty disagreements, Alys," Aemond retorted, his voice rising slightly. "You've made me feel worthless, you've betrayed my trust time and time again, and you've manipulated me into doing things I never wanted to do. I deserve better than this."

Alys opened her mouth to respond, but Aemond held up a hand, silencing her. "I'm done, Alys. I'm leaving."

With that, he turned on his heel and strode towards the door, his heart pounding in his chest. As he stepped out into the cool night air, a sense of liberation washed over him, filling him with a newfound sense of purpose.

He made his way to his sister Helaena's apartment, seeking solace in the familiarity of her presence.

Of course, his sister welcomes him with open arms, saying he could stay as long as he needed to and as Aemond settle in and began to regain some semblance of normalcy he vowed to take a break from relationships and women.

He had been blinded by what he thought was love and lured into a toxic cycle that had left him broken and disillusioned. But now, as he gazed into the depths of his own soul, he knew that he could not afford to make the same mistake again.

"No more," declared Aemond, his voice growing stronger with each repetition. "I will focus on myself, on rebuilding my life and reclaiming my sense of worth. I will not let anyone else dictate my happiness or define my worthiness."

After that things were going great, Aemond regained his focus at work, he began hanging out with his friends again and he even started back at the gym.

His mantra of no women was doing him the world of good until one day Helaena had dragged him to flower shop where she worked and introduced him to her new friend and every single ounce of sanity flew from his head the moment her saw her.

"Aemond, this is Y.N," Helaena said with a warm smile as she gestured towards the stunning woman beside her.

Aemond's gaze swept over Y.N, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. He felt as though the air had been knocked out of his lungs, his heart pounding fiercely in his chest.

Y.N was breathtakingly beautiful, with long auburn hair cascading down her back and piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Aemond," Y.N said, her voice soft and melodious, sending shivers down his spine.

Aemond managed to compose himself enough to offer a polite nod in response, though his mind was reeling with a whirlwind of emotions. He couldn't tear his gaze away from Y.N, captivated by her beauty and grace.

As the conversation flowed between the three of them, Aemond found himself drawn to Y.N's every word, hanging on her every syllable as though it were a lifeline. He couldn't deny the magnetic pull he felt towards her, the way she seemed to light up the room with her presence.

As Y.N stood face to face with Aemond, she couldn't help but be struck by his undeniable presence. Tall and lithe, he exuded an air of quiet strength that drew her in like a moth to a flame.

But it was not just his stature that caught her attention.

Her gaze traced the sharp angles of his face, taking in the striking features that seemed to have been carved from marble by the hands of a master sculptor. Despite the scar that bisected the left side of his face and the eyepatch, there was an undeniable beauty in the symmetry of his features.

Y.N found herself captivated by the intensity of his remaining eye, a stormy grey that seemed to hold a world of emotions within its depths. There was a vulnerability there, a glimpse into the soul of a man who had weathered his fair share of storms.

But it was not just Aemond's physical appearance that left Y.N breathless. There was something about the way he carried himself, with a quiet confidence tempered by a hint of sorrow, that spoke to her on a deeper level.

In that moment, as their eyes met and held, Y.N knew that she had stumbled upon someone truly remarkable. And as she found herself drawn into his orbit, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of getting to know him better, of unravelling the mysteries that lay hidden beneath the surface of his stoic facade.

As Y.N stood before Aemond, her eyes cast downward in a gesture of shyness that was unlike anything he had ever encountered before. Unlike the confident and brazen women, he had known in the past, Y.N seemed to radiate a quiet and unassuming charm that drew him in despite himself.

Her timid demeanour stood in stark contrast to the fiery spirit of Floris, the regal confidence of Cerelle or the boldness of Alys. There was a softness to Y.N, a vulnerability that spoke volumes without her having to utter a single word.

Aemond found himself captivated by the way she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the way her cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink whenever their eyes met. There was a purity to her presence that stirred something within him, something he had long thought lost amidst the chaos of his past relationships.

Helaena couldn't contain her excitement as she extended an invitation to Y.N to join them at her apartment for a casual get-together.

As Y.N agreed to come over, Helaena shot a mischievous glance at her brothers, Aegon and Aemond, who were lounging in the living room.

"You should see the look on Aemond's face," Helaena teased, her eyes dancing with amusement. "I think he's more excited about this than anyone."

Aegon chuckled, casting a knowing glance in Aemond's direction. "I thought you swore off women, little brother. What happened to all that talk about focusing on yourself?"

Aemond felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, though he couldn't deny the truth in his brother's jest. "I-uh-it's not like that," he stammered, struggling to find the right words to defend himself.

Helaena laughed, coming to her brother's rescue. "Oh, lighten up, Aegon. Can't a man appreciate the company of a charming woman without it being a big deal?"

Aegon raised an eyebrow in mock scepticism, but the corner of his mouth twitched with amusement. "I suppose so."

With a good-natured chuckle, Aemond rolled his eyes, knowing that his siblings meant well. And as he awaited Y.N's arrival with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation, he couldn't help but feel grateful for their unwavering support and teasing banter.

As Y.N arrived at Helaena's apartment, she clutched a box of delicately decorated butterfly fairy cakes that she had baked herself. The nervous flutter in her stomach only intensified as she stepped through the door, greeted by the warm smiles of Helaena and her brothers.

"Y.N, you made it!" Helaena exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "And you brought your famous butterfly fairy cakes! I can't wait to try them."

Y.N's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson at the praise, her shy demeanour shining through as she handed the box to Helaena. "I hope you like them," she murmured softly, her gaze flickering towards the floor.

Aegon stepped forward, extending a hand in greeting. "I'm Aegon, Helaena's older brother. It's a pleasure to meet you, Y.N."

Y.N nodded politely, her eyes darting briefly to meet his before retreating once more. "Nice to meet you, Aegon," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aemond watched the interaction with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, noting the way Y.N seemed to retreat into herself in the presence of his siblings. When she finally glanced up and caught his eye, her blush deepened, and she seemed to shrink back even further.

"Hello, Y.N," Aemond greeted her with a warm smile, his voice gentle as he tried to ease her nerves.

"Hi, Aemond," Y.N replied, her voice barely audible as she fidgeted nervously with the hem of her sleeve.

Aemond couldn't help but be charmed by her shyness, finding it endearing in a way he hadn't expected.

As the evening progressed, Aemond found himself drawn to Y.N's quiet presence, his curiosity piqued by the mystery that surrounded her.

"So, Aemond," Aegon began with a mischievous glint in his eye, "do you think Y.N would be as shy in bed as she is here?"

Aemond's smile faltered, his amusement evaporating in an instant as he shot his brother a stern look. He was not amused by Aegon's insinuation, finding it distasteful and disrespectful.

"Aegon, that's enough," Aemond said sharply, his voice carrying a note of warning.

Aegon's grin widened, unfazed by his brother's reprimand. "Oh, come on, Aemond. I was just kidding. Lighten up."

But Aemond wasn't in the mood for jokes, especially not at Y.N's expense. He could see the discomfort in her eyes, the way she seemed to shrink back even further at Aegon's words. It wasn't fair to make her the subject of such crude humour, especially when she had done nothing to warrant it.

"I said that's enough," Aemond repeated firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Aegon held up his hands in mock surrender, though the smirk never left his face. "Fine, fine. I'll behave."

As the tension between them eased, Aemond turned his attention back to Y.N, determined to make her feel comfortable despite his brother's thoughtless remark. And as he caught her eye and offered her an apologetic smile, he silently vowed to ensure that she felt respected and valued for the rest of the evening.

As the evening drew to a close and it was time to say their goodbyes, Aemond gathered his courage and approached Y.N, his heart pounding in his chest. "Y.N," he began, his voice slightly nervous but determined, "I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me?"

Y.N's cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, but a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "I would love to," she replied softly, her eyes shining with shy anticipation.

Aemond felt a surge of relief and joy flood through him at her acceptance, his heart soaring at the prospect of spending more time with her. "Great," he said, unable to contain the grin that spread across his face. "Is there anywhere in particular you'd like to go? Maybe the cinema, or somewhere else?"

Y.N's blush deepened, but she shook her head. "The cinema sounds perfect," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Alright then," Aemond said, his excitement bubbling over. "How about we meet tomorrow evening at 7pm at the cinema? We can catch a movie and maybe grab dinner afterwards?"

Y.N nodded eagerly, a shy smile playing on her lips. "That sounds wonderful," she agreed, her eyes meeting his with a newfound confidence.

As Y.N departed from Helaena's apartment, leaving Aemond with a heart full of anticipation for their upcoming date, Aegon couldn't resist the opportunity to tease his younger brother once more.

"Well, well, little brother," Aegon teased, a playful smirk dancing on his lips, "looks like you've got yourself a shy little bird there. Are you sure you can handle her?"

Aemond shot his brother a pointed look, his patience wearing thin. "Aegon, enough with the jokes," he chided, his tone firm.

Helaena, sensing the tension in the air, quickly intervened, elbowing Aegon in the ribs with a reproachful glare. "Stop it, Aegon," she scolded, her voice carrying a note of warning. "Y.N is very shy, and I don't want her to get hurt."

Aegon winced slightly at the jab but couldn't resist a playful grin. "Alright, alright," he relented, holding up his hands in surrender. "I'll behave, I promise."

Aemond turned to Helaena, his expression earnest as he spoke. "You don't need to worry, Helaena. I'll be good to Y.N. I promise to treat her with the respect and kindness she deserves."

Helaena smiled warmly at her brother, her eyes shining with pride. "I know you will, Aemond," she said softly, her voice filled with confidence. "Just be yourself, and everything will be fine."

The next day -

As the clock struck 7 pm, Aemond Targaryen stood outside the cinema, his heart pounding with nervous anticipation. His eyes scanned the bustling crowd, searching for a glimpse of Y.N. And there she was, emerging from the sea of people, a vision of beauty in a sun dress paired with a cardigan that hugged her delicate frame.

Aemond couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration as he approached her, his lips curling into a warm smile. "Y.N," he greeted her, his voice tinged with excitement.

Y.N's cheeks flushed a rosy pink at his greeting, but a radiant smile graced her lips as she returned his gaze. "Hi, Aemond," she replied softly, her eyes sparkling with shy anticipation.

Together, they entered the cinema, the anticipation of the evening ahead hanging in the air like a delicate promise. As they settled into their seats, Aemond couldn't help but notice the way Y.N's eyes widened with excitement at the prospect of the movie they were about to watch.

The lights dimmed, and the screen flickered to life, casting a soft glow over the darkened theater. Aemond glanced at Y.N out of the corner of his eye, noting the way she jumped at the sudden burst of sound and movement on the screen.

As the movie unfolded, Aemond found himself more amused by Y.N's reactions than by the film itself. He couldn't help but smile as she buried her face in her hands during the suspenseful moments, her fingers peeking through to cover her eyes.

Unable to resist the urge to offer her comfort, Aemond gently draped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close in a gesture of silent reassurance. Y.N tensed slightly at the unexpected contact, but soon relaxed into his embrace, leaning into him with a sigh of relief.

After the movie ended, Aemond and Y.N emerged from the cinema into the bustling city streets, the cool evening air tinged with the aroma of freshly baked pizza. Aemond glanced at Y.N, wondering where she might want to go for dinner, but he was pleasantly surprised when she suggested his favorite pizza place.

"Really? That's one of my favorite spots!" Aemond exclaimed, a smile spreading across his face. "I didn't know you liked it too."

Y.N's cheeks flushed with a shy smile. "I've actually been there a few times before," she admitted. "It's delicious."

As they made their way to the pizza place, Aemond couldn't shake the feeling of gratitude that swelled within him. Unlike his ex-girlfriend Alys, who always expected him to foot the bill for everything, Y.N seemed considerate and respectful.

When they reached the restaurant, Aemond reached for his wallet to pay for their meal, but Y.N gently placed a hand on his arm, stopping him. "Let me get this one," she insisted, her eyes meeting his with a determined gaze. "You paid for the cinema, so it's only fair that I treat you to dinner."

Aemond's heart warmed at her gesture, touched by her thoughtfulness and generosity. "Are you sure?" he asked, wanting to make sure she was comfortable with the arrangement.

Y.N nodded, her smile soft and genuine. "I'm sure. Besides, it's the least I can do after you invited me out tonight."

With a grateful nod, Aemond put his wallet back in jeans pocket, allowing Y.N to take care of the bill. As they sat together, enjoying their meal and each other's company, Aemond couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment settle over him.

With Y.N by his side, he knew that he had found someone who appreciated him for who he was, and not someone who only valued him not for his family name or wealth.

As the evening drew to a close, Aemond walked Y.N back to her small one-bedroom flat, just a few blocks away from where he lived with Helaena. The gentle hum of conversation between them filled the air, punctuated by the occasional laugh and shared smile.

As they reached Y.N's door, she turned to Aemond with a shy smile. "Would you mind waiting here for a moment?" she asked softly. "I just need to grab something."

"Of course," Aemond replied with a nod, curiosity piqued by her request.

Y.N disappeared into her flat, leaving Aemond standing outside her door with a sense of anticipation building within him. He couldn't help but wonder what she was up to, his mind racing with possibilities.

Moments later, Y.N reappeared, holding something in her hands. Aemond's breath caught in his throat as he caught sight of the dragon-shaped pastry she held out to him, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"I made this for you," Y.N said softly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "It's filled with jam. I hope you like it."

Aemond's heart swelled with gratitude and affection as he accepted the pastry from her. "Thank you, Y.N," he said sincerely, his voice filled with warmth. "I'm sure it's delicious."

As he took a bite of the pastry, Aemond couldn't help but be struck by the sweetness of the gesture. It was a simple gift, but it spoke volumes about Y.N's thoughtfulness and care. And as he savored the flavor of the jam-filled pastry, he knew that he had found something truly special in her – a connection that he cherished more than words could express.

In a daring moment of impulse, Aemond leaned in, his heart pounding in his chest as he closed the distance between them. Their lips met in a gentle kiss, a tentative exploration of the unknown, and in that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still.

It was unlike anything Aemond had ever felt before – a surge of warmth and electricity that coursed through his veins, igniting a spark that set his soul ablaze. In that moment of intimacy, he felt a connection with Y.N that transcended the boundaries of mere physical attraction, a deep and profound understanding that resonated to the very core of his being.

As they parted, their eyes met in silent communion, the intensity of their gaze speaking volumes without the need for words.

As Aemond and Y.N's relationship blossomed, they found themselves drawn to each other like magnets, spending every available moment together exploring the intricacies of their budding romance. Their days were filled with laughter and shared experiences.

One sunny afternoon, as they lounged in Y.N's cozy kitchen, the scent of freshly baked goods wafting through the air, Y.N suggested that they try their hand at baking a sponge cake together.

"It'll be fun," she said with a smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "And besides, I've been dying to teach you how to bake."

Aemond chuckled, a hint of nervousness creeping into his voice. "I'm not sure I'll be any good at it, but I'll give it a try."

With Y.N's patient guidance, they set to work, measuring out ingredients and mixing them together with care. Aemond couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he watched Y.N work her magic in the kitchen, her skill and expertise evident in every precise movement.

As they popped the cake into the oven and waited for it to bake, Aemond found himself growing more and more excited at the prospect of tasting their creation. When the timer finally beeped, signaling that the cake was done, they eagerly pulled it out of the oven and set it on the counter to cool.

With bated breath, they sliced into the cake and took their first bite, only to find that it was a little on the dry side. Aemond's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but Y.N simply laughed and reached for the whipped cream, insisting that it would make everything better.

Together, they devoured the cake, laughing and joking as they shared in the simple pleasure of each other's company.

As Aemond and Y.N sat together one evening, the warmth of the fire casting a soft glow over the room, Aemond felt a sudden urge to confide in her, to share the depths of his past with the woman he had grown to love.

"Y.N," he began, his voice quiet but resolute, "there's something I need to tell you."

Y.N turned to him, concern etched into her features. "What is it, Aemond?"

Taking a deep breath, Aemond launched into the painful tale of his relationship with Alys – the belittling words, the constant infidelity, the toxic cycle of breaking up and getting back together.

"It was a dark time in my life," Aemond confessed, his voice heavy with emotion. "I was lost, and I didn't know how to break free from the hold she had over me."

Y.N listened in silence, her heart aching for the pain that Aemond had endured. She reached out and took his hand in hers, offering him the comfort of her touch.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that, Aemond," she said softly, her voice filled with empathy. "But you're stronger now."

Aemond nodded, a sense of gratitude washing over him for Y.N's unwavering support. "Yes, I have," he replied, his voice tinged with determination. "And I owe it to you, Y.N. You've shown me what it means to be truly loved, and I'll never take that for granted."

As the night worn on and the two of them shared kisses, the unspoken question of what was going to happen next hung in the air.

“I-I’ve never done it before” muttered Y.N shyly as she pressed her face into Aemond’s chest.

“It’s ok. We don’t need to do this, not until you’re ready” replied Aemond stroking her hair softly.

“B-But I want to. I want you to be my first” whispered Y.N.

“Only if you’re sure, I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything” said Aemond firmly.

“I’m sure Aemond. I want this-I want you” exclaimed Y.N as she took his hand and led him to her bedroom.

Despite his experience, Aemond had never so nervous in his entire life, his hands shook as he slowly undressed himself.

Y.N gently tugged off the dress she was wearing and Aemond could feel his mouth watering at the sight of her delectable body.

“I-I don’t know what to do” muttered Y.N her cheeks tinged pink.

“It’s ok-I’ll take care of you” replied Aemond as he directed Y.N to sit on the end if the bed.

“I trust you” replied Y.N quietly.

Aemond smiled as he knelt on the floor, lowering his head between Y.N’s legs.

“Aemond-“ shrieked Y.N her eyes rolling into the back of her head as Aemond’s tongue swept across her slick wet folds.

Y.N bit the back of her hand to keep herself from screaming as Aemond began using his long fingers to tease her entrance.

“Let me hear you”.

“A-Aemond. Oh god. Please” begged Y.N

Aemond pressed two fingers inside Y.N, moving them against a spot that made her entire body shake, his tongue moving against her folds, his lips wrapping around her pearl.

“I know your almost there. Let it happen my sweet. Come for me” whispered Aemond.

Y.N arched her back and let out a scream as her pleasure erupted.

Aemond crawled up Y.N’s body, placing gentle kisses on her skin as he moved higher and higher.

Y.N blushed furiously when she saw that Aemond’s chin was shining with her slick.

“Calm yourself my little bird” murmured Aemond.

“I-I’ve never-” mumbled Y.N putting her hands over her face in embarrassment.

“Was that your first peak?” asked Aemond as he gently pulled away her hands and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

Y.N blushed and nodded quickly, jumping when she felt Aemond’s cock against her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow” whispered Aemond as he reached down and took hold of his hard cock rubbing it along Y.N’s wet folds.

“Ok. I’m ready” replied Y.N, her heart pounding.

Aemond hesitates for a moment, his brow furrowed.

“I-don’t have a condom”.

“Oh-I have some” replied Y.N.

“You do?” questioned Aemond.

“I bought them from the pharmacy and-“ replied Y.N, her face flushed.

“-It’s ok-where are they?” asked Aemond.

“I-In the drawer” uttered Y.N.

Aemond nodded and briefly moved away from Y.N, he quickly opened the drawer and pulled out the box of condoms.

“Are they the right ones-there were so many different kinds and-“

“-They’re good” replied Aemond as he opened the box and took out a condom.

Y.N closed her eyes as Aemond ripped open the foil packet and rolled the condom down his length.

Aemond leaned forward again and placed a series of kisses along Y.N’s neck, his hand gently cupping her breast before he sucked the rosy bud into his mouth, his tongue rolling around the stiffened peak.

“L-Let me see you” whispered Y.N.

Aemond released her nipple with a soft pop and frowned.

“It’s not a pretty sight-I wouldn’t want to frighten you” replied Aemond.

“Nothing about you could frighten me Aemond-“ breathed Y.N

Aemond hesitated for a moment before he pulled off his eye patch, revealing a sparkling sapphire.

“Beautiful” whispered Y.N as she took Aemond’s head in her hands and placed a kiss upon the scar.

Aemond smiled before he knelt between her thighs, supporting himself above her on his forearm while his other hand guides his cock to her wet centre.

“Oooh Aemond” exclaims Y.N

Aemond slowly pushes the blunt head of his cock inside. Just the tip feels okay but then he’s pushing inside, and it stings, Y.N clenches her eyes shut as his cock fully slides into her, his hips coming to rest against hers.

“Are you ok?” asked Aemond.

“It hurts,” cried Y.N

“Do you want me to stop-I can pull out” whispered Aemond.

“N-No g-give me a moment” whimpered Y.N.

Aemond stops, holding himself above Y.N, she can feel his cock throbbing inside her.

For a few silent minutes, Aemond begins to press gentle kisses all over Y.N’s face and neck, then after the sting has faded somewhat, Y.N gently moves her hips.

“I-I think you can move”.

Aemond exhales shakily, pulling out halfway only to thrust right back in.

“You’re taking me so well little bird,” whispers Aemond soothingly, thrusting again, harder this time.

Gradually he gets into a rhythm, his movements slow but powerful.

Y.N brings her hands up to his shoulders, clinging to him as his thrusts shift her up and down the bed. The wooden frame creaking slightly.

Aemond makes a strangled sort of sound and lowers himself onto Y.N even more, kissing her passionately.

His cock still thrusting in and out.

Y.N kisses him back, threading her fingers through his silky hair.

Aemond breaks the kiss, breathing heavily.

Y.N can feel herself clenching around him as his cock keeps hitting the same spot inside her.

“Ooo Aemond-f-faster. P-please”

Aemond groans as he begins to move faster pounding into her, their skin slapping together.

“Aemond-Aemond-”

“You’re so fucking perfect little bird, mine all mine” growls Aemond.

“Y-Yes, yours all yours” moans Y.N squirming as he pleasure peaks and she explodes.

Aemond lets out a long low groan, his hips bucking wildly. His cock twitching as he spills into the condom.

Aemond’s hips finally stagger and stop. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, resting for a moment before he slowly pulls out.

“Are you ok?” asked Aemond.

“I’m fine” whispered Y.N smiling breathlessly.

In the days following their intimate moment together, Aemond's behaviour began to change, his once carefree demeanour replaced by a sense of unease and agitation. He grew increasingly distant, his mind preoccupied with thoughts he refused to share with Y.N.

As they sat together one evening, the air heavy with tension, Y.N couldn't help but notice the way Aemond's eyes flickered nervously towards his phone every time it buzzed with a new message or notification. She reached out to touch his hand, a gesture of comfort and concern, but he withdrew from her touch, his expression clouded with frustration.

"What's wrong, Aemond?" Y.N asked softly, her voice laced with worry.

Aemond's jaw clenched, his patience wearing thin as he snapped at her in a fit of frustration. "Nothing, okay? Just leave me alone."

Y.N recoiled at his harsh words, hurt flashing across her features as she withdrew into herself, uncertain of how to respond. She had never seen Aemond like this before, his normally calm and collected demeanour shattered by whatever demons haunted him.

As the days passed, Aemond's behaviour only grew more erratic, his temper flaring at the slightest provocation. He withdrew further and further into himself, shutting Y.N out.

Things didn’t improve and a few weeks later when Y.N was walking to work, and she spotted Aemond talking to a dark haired woman.

There was something about the way they interacted that made her stomach churn with unease – the woman's lingering touches, the way Aemond seemed visibly uncomfortable in her presence.

Unable to tear her eyes away, Y.N watched in silent horror as the woman leaned in and planted a kiss on Aemond's lips. A surge of pain shot through her chest, the betrayal cutting her to the core as she struggled to process what she had just witnessed.

Without a second thought, Y.N turned on her heel and fled, the tears streamed down her cheeks, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fought to escape the suffocating grip of heartbreak that threatened to consume her whole.

Aemond was frantic, all his calls and messages to Y.N went unanswered, his desperation grew, a gnawing sense of dread settling in the pit of his stomach.

Determined to make amends, Aemond made his way to Y.N's flat, his heart pounding with nervous anticipation. He knocked on the door, calling out her name in a voice tinged with desperation, but there was no response – only silence echoing back at him like a cruel mockery of his pain.

Growing increasingly frantic, Aemond tried again and again to reach Y.N, but each attempt was met with the same resounding silence. And as he stood outside her door, his pleas falling on deaf ears, he felt a sense of despair wash over him, knowing that he had pushed her away with his own foolishness.

But it wasn't just Y.N who turned her back on him – even Helaena, his own sister, greeted him with a cold shoulder, her expression tight with disappointment as she refused to meet his gaze.

He had expected her to be upset, but the fury in her eyes was more intense than he had ever imagined.

"What were you thinking, Aemond?" Helaena snapped, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "Y.N saw you with Alys. Do you have any idea how much you've hurt her?"

Aemond's heart clenched at the mention of Y.N's name, the weight of his guilt pressing down on him like a leaden weight. "Helaena, you have to believe me," he protested, his voice thick with emotion. "It wasn't what it looked like. Alys kissed me, I didn't want her to, and I pushed her away immediately."

Helaena's eyes narrowed in disbelief, her jaw clenching with frustration. "Do you expect me to believe that?" she demanded, her voice rising with each word. "Y.N saw you with Alys, Aemond. She saw it with her own eyes."

Aemond's heart sank at the realization of the damage his actions had caused, the truth of Helaena's words hitting him like a punch to the gut. "I swear it's the truth, Helaena," he pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice. "I would never hurt Y.N like that. You have to believe me."

Helaena's expression softened slightly, a flicker of doubt crossing her features. "I want to believe you, Aemond," she admitted, her voice softer now, tinged with sadness. "But you need to understand the gravity of the situation. Y.N is hurting, and it's because of you."

Aemond bowed his head in shame, the weight of his guilt threatening to crush him under its unbearable burden. "I know," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "And I'll do whatever it takes to make things right. I just hope that Y.N will give me the chance to prove myself to her."

As the rain poured down in torrents, soaking Aemond to the bone, he stood outside Y.N's flat, his heart heavy with regret and longing. He knew she was inside, just beyond the closed door, and he couldn't bear the thought of leaving without at least trying to make things right.

With a trembling hand, Aemond knocked on the door, each rap echoing loudly in the quiet of the rainy night. "Y.N, please," he called out, his voice raw with emotion. "Please let me in. I need to talk to you."

For a moment, there was only silence, the sound of the rain pounding against the pavement the only response to Aemond's pleas. But just as he was about to turn away in defeat, he heard the faint sound of movement from inside the flat.

Seconds stretched into eternity as Aemond waited with bated breath, his heart pounding in his chest. And then, finally, the door creaked open, revealing Y.N's tear-stained face, her eyes red and swollen from crying.

Aemond's heart clenched at the sight of her pain, a wave of guilt washing over him like a tidal wave. "Y.N," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. Please, let me in. I need to explain."

Y.N hesitated for a moment, her gaze searching Aemond's face for any sign of sincerity. And then, slowly, she stepped aside, allowing him to enter the warmth and safety of her flat.

As Aemond stepped over the threshold, he felt a sense of relief wash over him, knowing that he had been given a second chance to make things right. And as he closed the door behind him, he vowed to do whatever it took to earn back Y.N's trust and forgiveness,

Taking a deep breath, he began to speak, his voice trembling with emotion.

"Y.N, there's something I need to tell you," he began, his words coming out in a rush. "Alys has been-she's been bombarding me with messages. She told me she was pregnant."

Y.N's eyes widened in shock, her breath catching in her throat as she struggled to comprehend the gravity of Aemond's words. "Pregnant?" she whispered; her voice barely audible.

Aemond nodded, his expression grim. "Yes," he continued, his voice heavy with regret. "But I demanded a DNA test. I couldn't-I couldn't just take her word for it. And she kept refusing, insisting that the baby was mine."

Y.N's hands flew to her mouth, her eyes brimming with tears as the full weight of Aemond's confession settled over her like a dark cloud. "Oh, Aemond," she murmured, her voice choked with emotion. "I-I don't know what to say."

Aemond reached out to take her hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I'm so sorry, Y.N," he whispered, his voice thick with remorse. "I should have told you sooner. I should have been honest with you from the start."

“Yes you should have” replied Y.N.

"I refused to believe Alys," he confessed, his voice strained with emotion. "So, I kept insisting on a DNA test. She resisted at first, but eventually, she agreed."

Y.N's eyes widened in realization, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place as she understood the gravity of Aemond's revelation. "That was the day I saw you with her," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aemond nodded, his heart heavy with remorse. "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "I'm so sorry, Y.N. I never wanted to hurt you. I was just trying to protect myself, to make sure that I wasn't being manipulated by Alys."

Y.N's mind raced with conflicting thoughts and emotions as she processed Aemond's revelation. The image of Alys kissing him, coupled with the news of her pregnancy, had led her to assume the worst – that Aemond was the father of Alys's unborn child.

"Aemond," she began tentatively, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "Does-does that mean you're the father?"

Aemond's expression hardened, his jaw set with determination as he shook his head vehemently. "No, the DNA wasn’t a match" he declared firmly. "I'm not the father, Alys kissing me was just her last desperate attempt to try and manipulate me."

Y.N's breath caught in her throat at his words, a wave of relief washing over her as the weight of uncertainty lifted from her shoulders. "Oh, Aemond," she breathed, her voice filled with gratitude. "I'm so glad to hear that."

Aemond reached out to take her hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "I would never betray your trust like that, Y.N," he vowed earnestly. "You mean everything to me, and I would do anything to prove that to you. I love you"

Tears welled up in Y.N's eyes as she looked into Aemond's eye, seeing the sincerity and love shining brightly within them. "I know, Aemond," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "And I forgive you."

But Aemond wasn't finished yet. With trembling hands, he held up a soggy cardboard box, the remnants of his failed attempt at making her a cake. "I even tried to make you a cake," he confessed, his voice laced with self-deprecation. "But it's all ruined now."

Y.N couldn't help but laugh at the sight of the ruined cake, her heart swelling with affection for the man standing before her. With a playful grin, she knocked the box out of his hand, sending it tumbling to the ground, before throwing herself into his arms and kissing him passionately.

"Aemond," she whispered against his lips, her voice filled with love and gratitude. "I love you too."

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Aemond and Y.N's relationship blossomed anew, their love growing stronger with each passing day.

And as they stood side by side, hand in hand, they knew that they never wanted to be apart again. So, after much discussion and deliberation, they made the decision to take the next step in their journey together – they would move in together.

With excited hearts and eager anticipation, Aemond and Y.N began the process of finding their perfect home, a place where they could build a life together filled with love, laughter, and countless cherished memories.

And when they finally found the perfect apartment, with its cozy rooms and sunlit windows, they knew that it was meant to be. With smiles on their faces and love in their hearts, they signed the lease and began the process of making their new house a home.

With their love blossoming stronger each day, Aemond felt the time was right to take their relationship to the next level. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Y.N, and he couldn't wait another moment to make her his forever.

So on a crisp autumn evening, with the setting sun casting a warm glow over the world, Aemond led Y.N to his favourite spot in the park. As they walked hand in hand, their laughter floating on the gentle breeze, Aemond's heartbeat with nervous anticipation.

Reaching a secluded clearing surrounded by trees ablaze with fiery hues, Aemond paused, his heart racing with emotion. Taking a deep breath, he got down on one knee, his eyes shining with love as he looked up at Y.N.

"Y.N," he began, his voice steady despite the butterflies in his stomach. "From the moment I met you, I knew you were the one. You've brought so much joy and love into my life, and I can't imagine spending another day without you by my side."

Y.N's eyes widened in surprise, her hand flying to her mouth in shock as she realized what was happening. Tears welled up in her eyes as she listened to Aemond's words, her heart overflowing with love for the man who stood before her.

"And so," Aemond continued, his voice trembling with emotion, "I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy. Y.N, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife? Will you marry me?"

The words hung in the air; the silence broken only by the sound of their hearts beating as one. And then, finally, Y.N's eyes filled with tears of joy as she threw herself into Aemond's arms, laughter bubbling up from deep within her soul.

"Yes, Aemond," she cried, her voice ringing out with pure happiness. "Yes, I will marry you!"

And as they stood together in the golden light of the setting sun, their hearts overflowing with love and happiness, Aemond slipped a beautiful ring onto Y.N's finger, sealing their love with a promise that would last a lifetime.

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The clock is ticking Alys....

Of Dragons and Maelstroms

Themes and Warnings: slow burn, enemies to lovers, blood, violence, explicit language, sexual violence, period-typical misogyny, sexual themes, smut, tension, marriage, jealousy, pregnancy, childbirth, miscarriage, attempted sexual assault, breastfeeding, major character death, divergent timelines

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood/Game of Thrones characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Chapter Seventy-Five

The ride back to Harrenhall was filled with a sense of hope and anticipation, buoyed by the discovery of the dragon egg. Maera rode atop Ēbrion with a renewed energy, the wind whipping through her hair as they soared through the skies.As Ēbrion propelled them forward with powerful beats of his wings, Maera felt a surge of exhilaration course through her veins. She clung to the dragon's saddle with determination, her eyes scanning the horizon with newfound optimism.

The landscape below rushed by in a blur of greenery and winding rivers, the sunlight casting a golden glow upon the land. Glancing across the vast expanse of sky, Maera spotted Aemond flying on Vhagar alongside them. His figure was a distant silhouette against the backdrop of clouds, his dragon's wings slicing gracefully through the air.

As they landed back at Harrenhall and made their way to the castle gates, Maera and Aemond were filled with a temporary sense of excitement and camaraderie. The tension that had lingered between them seemed to melt away in the exhilaration of their adventure. Maera spoke animatedly about their discovery of the dragon egg, her green eyes alight with enthusiasm as she recounted the details of their flight and the breathtaking sight of the molten rock. Aemond listened attentively, his own excitement mirroring hers as they shared in the joy of their discovery.

Entering the courtyard, they were greeted by a flurry of activity and a sense of panic among the guards. However, as Maera and Aemond approached, relaxed and seemingly unaware of the commotion, the tension in the air dissipated. Maera couldn't help but giggle at the reaction they had caused. It was clear that their absence had been longer than expected, and the sight of them returning unharmed eased the worries of those within the castle walls.

Ser Adrian, Maera’s brother-in-law, approached them first, his blue eyes reflecting genuine concern. “We thought something had happened,” he confessed, his freckled face flushed with relief.

Maera couldn’t suppress her amusement. “Something did happen, good-brother,” she replied, a playful glint in her eye. Aemond grabbed the dragon egg from under his arm and proudly presented it to the onlookers. With a blackened shell and flecks of green, the sight of the rare and precious egg elicited murmurs of awe and excitement from those gathered around, their eyes widening in wonder at the remarkable discovery.

“Gods, even if it doesn’t hatch, it’s worth a fortune,” Ser Adrian remarked, his tone tinged with bewilderment.

“It will hatch,” Aemond asserted firmly, his confidence unwavering, earning a playful nudge in the ribs from Maera’s elbow.

Maera interjected with a gentler tone, her words carrying the weight of tradition and expertise. “What my husband means is that Targaryens are skilled in the art of hand-rearing dragon eggs and hatchlings,” she explained, her voice a soothing counterpoint to Aemond’s sternness.

As they made their way back to their chambers, Aemond’s hand rested protectively on Maera’s back, the warmth of his touch a comforting presence amidst the turmoil that surrounded them. For a fleeting moment, they found solace in each other’s company, their shared mission bonding them once more.

However, their temporary respite was shattered when they turned a corner in the corridors and came face to face with Alys, her swollen belly unmistakable beneath her green dress. “You have both returned unharmed. I’m glad,” the witch greeted them with a saccharine smile, but Maera couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that lingered within her.

The Princess’s heart pounded with trepidation as the witch's cat-like eyes lingered on the dragon egg cradled beneath Aemond's arm. "Is that...?" Alys began, her voice tinged with bewildered curiosity. The weight of Alys's fixation filled Maera with a sense of dread, her fingers instinctively reached out to Aemond's forearm for support, though she hardly noticed her own actions.

A knowing grin spread across Alys's lips as she clasped her hands together, her words dripping with eerie reverence. "It seems the Gods favor you, Prince Aemond. This is undoubtedly an omen from them." Maera's jaw clenched as Alys's gaze flickered momentarily to her before settling back on Aemond, her fingers absently tracing the curve of her swollen stomach. "What a powerful Prince your son will be as a dragon rider," the witch mused, her words hanging heavy in the air.

The Princess’s silent anger simmered beneath the surface as Alys brazenly requested the dragon egg for her own child, despite it not being a true Targaryen. The audacity of the request fueled Maera's disdain for the woman who had meddled in her marriage and sought to undermine her at every turn. Unable to tolerate Alys’s insolence any longer, Maera braced herself to speak out, but to her surprise, it was Aemond who broke the tense silence.

“Indeed,” he replied calmly, his tone devoid of emotion, causing Maera’s eyes to widen in disbelief. Surely he wasn’t entertaining Alys’s absurd notion. The One-Eyed Prince’s gaze shifted from Alys to Maera, his single violet eye piercing through her with a depth that left her breathless.

For a moment, their silent exchange spoke volumes, a silent understanding passing between them before Aemond returned his attention to Alys once more. “The egg will be placed in the cradle of my trueborn child,” he declared firmly, his words cutting through the tension like a blade.

Alys's reaction was immediate, her expression momentarily stunned before morphing into a mask of disbelief. Maera couldn't help but revel in the sight of shock on the witch's face, a small victory amidst the swirling currents of uncertainty that surrounded them.

Aemond's hand remained a reassuring presence on Maera's back as he attempted to gently guide them both around Alys, his gesture signaling his desire to end the conversation with the witch and continue their journey back to their chambers.

Yet Alys sidestepped, effectively blocking the couple's path with a determined stance. "Do you think that wise?" she challenged, her tone firm and unwavering.

Maera glanced up at her husband, noticing the subtle tightening of his jaw, a sign of his growing agitation. The Prince's response was swift and sharp, his voice laced with a dangerous edge that made Maera jump in surprise. "Alys, I suggest you hold your tongue," he growled, his words carrying a weight of authority that both frightened and thrilled Maera to hear him finally stand up to the witch.

Undeterred, Aemond pressed on, his voice dripping with suppressed fury. "I have endured your presence for the sake of your sight and your contributions to the war effort," he began, his gaze unwavering as he met Alys's defiant stare. "But quite frankly, I have tolerated your disrespect, particularly towards my wife, for long enough."

Alys's cat-like eyes blazed with fury, a storm of emotions swirling beneath the surface as she met Aemond's gaze head-on. Though Maera harbored doubts about the witch's supposed magical abilities, she couldn't shake the sense of apprehension that gripped her at the prospect of things escalating further. The tension in the air crackled with the unspoken threat of confrontation, leaving Maera longing for a swift resolution to their encounter.

"Aemond..." Maera's voice carried a note of pleading as she tugged gently on his arm, her eyes silently urging him to let the confrontation with Alys come to an end. But her husband, consumed by anger, seemed beyond reason.

"Should the Gods desire their vision to come to fruition so desperately, they can do so on my terms," Aemond declared, his single violet eye flashing with determination as he cast a steely gaze between the two women, ensuring they both understood the gravity of his words.

Maera nodded silently, her gaze downcast but a small, relieved smile playing at the corners of her lips. It seemed her husband had finally found his clarity. Yet, Alys remained undeterred.

"But, my Prince..." Alys began, her voice tinged with desperation.

At that moment, Aemond's composure shattered, his anger boiling over as he abruptly pulled away from Maera and advanced towards the witch with determined strides. He loomed over Alys, his voice dripping with venom as he spat out his words. "Do you really think it would be placed in the cradle of a half-breed? Of a bastard to a whore?”

As Alys averted her gaze, Aemond closed the distance even further and leaned down so his face was at the same level as the witch’s, his pointed nose and chiseled features accentuating his disdain. "Do you think I would entrust a dragon's egg to a child I did not desire? To a child I was assured would never come to be?" His voice, though hushed, carried a weight of stern authority that caused even Maera to flinch.

Sensing the tension reaching its breaking point, and seeing the tremble in Alys's frame, Maera stepped forward, her hand gently settling on Aemond's shoulder. At her touch, the Prince's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, his stormy demeanor softening as he took a step back from the witch, regaining his usual stoic composure.

"We are done here," Maera declared firmly, her gaze flickering between her husband and the shaken witch. With a firm grip on Aemond's arm, she guided him away, the tension dissipating as they retreated to the sanctuary of their shared chambers, feeling a renewed sense of solidarity between them.

In their rooms, the silence hung heavy between Maera and Aemond, thick with unspoken tension. Maera could sense the seething fury radiating from her husband after is interaction with Alys, a palpable force that filled the room with its intensity. A few months ago, Maera would have approached him, seeking to ease his anger and discuss the situation calmly. But now, after enduring so much hurt and betrayal, she chose to let him stew in his rage. It was a deliberate choice, a silent retaliation for the pain he had inflicted upon her with his indifference and betrayal.

As they sat in the oppressive silence, each concentrating on their own tasks of reading and writing, Maera allowed herself a small sense of satisfaction, knowing that Aemond was experiencing just a fraction of the turmoil she had endured since the arrival of Alys. It was a bitter victory, but one that offered a semblance of vindication in the face of their fractured marriage.With the hours passing by, the oppressive tension in the room began to ease, replaced by a more subdued atmosphere. Maera remained engrossed in her book, delving into the intricacies of Aegon's Conquest, while Aemond meticulously transcribed his notes into a new ledger, his movements deliberate and focused.

The Princess couldn't help but notice the new leather bound ledger, a replacement for the one she had thrown into the hearth in a fit of anger. Part of her felt a twinge of guilt, wondering if vital information had been lost in her impulsive act. However, another part of her, fueled by pettiness, secretly relished the idea of inconveniencing Aemond, who had to rewrite his old notes from scratch. Despite the lack of verbal communication, Maera and Aemond occasionally stole glances at each other, their eyes meeting fleetingly. In those moments, there was a silent yearning for connection, a longing for the bond they once shared to be restored.

When night fell, the couple shared their evening meal together before making their preparations for bed. Maera was assisted by the maid out of her dress and into a soft nightgown, her pregnant belly more prominent beneath the fabric with each passing day. The child within her seemed particularly active tonight, its kicks a comforting reminder of the life growing inside her.

As Maera settled into bed, she observed Aemond's nightly routine unfold. He made his way to the chair by the hearth, a ritual he had faithfully followed for the past month since she had banished him from their bed. He glanced at the black dragon egg in its metal pot, sitting atop burning coals before placing the lid back on top of it. With graceful movements, he untied his straight silver hair, allowing it to cascade around his shoulders, and removed his eyepatch, revealing the sapphire glint of his remaining eye in the flickering firelight.

Sensing Maera's gaze upon him, Aemond looked up, meeting her eyes with a silent acknowledgment. In response, Maera threw back the sheet covering her side of the bed and patted the space beside her, a wordless invitation laden with unspoken longing and a plea for connection.The Prince hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering in his violet eye as he silently questioned Maera's invitation. Her small, sad smile in response seemed to give him the reassurance he needed. With a newfound resolve, he stood and made his way to the bedside.

Slowly, Aemond removed his sleep shirt, revealing his slim yet toned chest and stomach, a sight that stirred a sense of longing in Maera. As he sat on the bed and discarded his trousers, he revealed himself completely, his vulnerability laid bare along with his form. With a gentle hand, he removed the sapphire from his eye socket and placed the gem in a dish on his bedside table.

Maera, too, shed her nightgown, lying before him naked, just as they had always been with each other in Kings Landing when they retired to bed. His gaze lingered on her, taking in the changes her body had undergone in the past month. Her curves had become more pronounced, her breasts somehow even larger, her stomach swollen with the life growing inside her, adorned with a few blue and purple stretch marks—a testament to the journey of motherhood she was embarking on.

As Aemond extinguished the candle, enveloping them in darkness, the only sensation permeating the silence was the rhythmic cadence of their breathing, intertwining in the stillness of the chamber. A shiver coursed through Maera's body as the cool air prickled her exposed skin. Accustomed to sleeping alone and clothed since banishing Aemond from their shared bed, she now felt a chill settle over her skin.

Seeking warmth and solace, Maera inched closer to him, her body instinctively drawn to his. With a tentative gesture, she rested her head on his bare chest, seeking the comfort of his proximity. In response, Aemond's muscular arm encircled her, drawing her closer to him. His hand found the curls on her head, his fingers gently stroking them with a soothing rhythm, a silent gesture of reassurance and affection in the darkness. As Maera stirred awake the next morning, she found herself still comfortably entwined with her husband, nestled against his chest with her head tucked under his chin. Aemond's arm remained draped protectively around her, his other hand tenderly resting on her swollen stomach, eliciting a contented smile from Maera as she savored the warmth of their shared embrace.

When they entered the council room that morning, the Prince and Princess presented a striking image of unity, both adorned in attire that echoed their shared allegiance. Clad in matching black leather accented with gleaming gold symbols of dragons, they exuded a palpable sense of connection that didn't go unnoticed by the courtiers who greeted them with respectful nods and murmurs.

Seated together, Maera observed in silence as Aemond took command of the room with confidence, providing updates and soliciting counsel from the assembled advisors. Throughout the proceedings, his hand remained firmly planted on her thigh, a subtle yet reassuring gesture of their renewed bond that Maera welcomed wholeheartedly.

As each lord provided their updates on strategy and army numbers, Maera couldn’t help but notice a distinct air of optimism that seemed to permeate the room, a stark contrast to previous meetings. From what she could surmise, the reports sounded more positive, hinting at progress and potential victories on the horizon.

When Aemond finally turned to Alys for her input, Maera noticed her sitting at the opposite side of the room, her expression dark and brooding. Despite her discomfort from the late stages of her pregnancy, Alys rose from her chair with determination, her hand resting protectively on her bump as she addressed the council.

“I would like to bring before the council once more the matter of the Westerlands, my Lords,” Alys proclaimed, her voice carrying an air of self-importance that elicited an eye roll from Maera before she continued. “The Gods have revealed to me that the Lannister forces will remain unharmed as they journey here. Therefore, I believe assigning the Princess to patrol the western border is a misuse of valuable resources.”

Maera couldn’t suppress a scoff at the absurdity of Alys’s suggestion, quickly masking it with a discreet clearing of her throat. Glancing around the room, she noted the skepticism mirrored in the expressions of the other council members.

“I’m not certain House Lannister would share your theory,” Ser Adrian interjected diplomatically, attempting to maintain a sense of decorum in the face of Alys’s bold proclamation.

“Indeed. The Princess’s patrol of the area ensures safety in the west,” the Peake Lord concurred, his agreement echoing the sentiments shared by many in the room. Maera offered him a silent nod of appreciation for his support as their eyes briefly met.

Meanwhile, the elder Lord Vance stroked his grey beard thoughtfully, considering Alys’s words with a hint of skepticism. “And what, may I ask, is your proposed course of action?” he inquired, directing his gaze towards the witch.

Alys’s smile widened at the attention, her confidence unwavering as she laid out her suggestion. “I propose that the Princess return to King’s Landing,” she declared, her voice dripping with certainty. “I have foreseen the sky above the Keep ablaze with red and gold flames, and venom seeping into Blackwater Bay. With her in the Capital, the catastrophe would be prevented.”

Maera’s eyes widened in disbelief at Alys’s proposal. The sheer audacity of suggesting such a thing, especially after Aemond had begun to stand up for her, left Maera incredulous. It was a ridiculous notion, and Maera couldn’t help but feel insulted by the suggestion. However, she was glad to see that the room had erupted into murmurs, frowns, and shaking heads among the attending lords and knights. The notion of sending the Princess away was met with disbelief and disapproval from those present, meaning Maera had the support of the councilmen.

But there was only one person’s support she truly needed. The Princess turned to her husband, but found his gaze fixed on Alys with a steely intensity that sent a clear message of disapproval. His hand remained reassuringly on Maera’s thigh as he addressed the witch, his voice carrying the weight of authority. “And is this belief rooted in fact? Or is it just a gut feeling?” The Prince sneered, all eyes around the room locked onto his commanding figure. Alys simply blinked bewilderedly at his words. Despite her attempts to maintain composure, the shock of Aemond’s rebuke was evident on her face, leaving her momentarily speechless.

The Prince shook his head, leaning forward to rest it on his propped-up elbow. “Aegon holds the city on Sunfyre. The city watch guards the gates, preventing any invasions,” he asserted, his tone laced with confidence. The attending lords and knights nodded in agreement, their murmurs of assent echoing throughout the chamber. Maera observed Alys closely, noting the flicker of realization in the witch’s eyes as she came to the stark realization that nobody in the room supported her misguided proposal.

Undeterred, Aemond continued, his hand rubbing reassuringly up and down Maera’s leg as he spoke. “There is no conceivable reason for Rhaenyra to invade King’s Landing at this time,” he reasoned, his voice firm with conviction.

Alys’s confidence wavered visibly, her demeanor shifting from assertive to bewildered as Aemond’s words sank in. Her cat-like eyes widened in surprise, and she ran a frustrated hand through her long dark hair, a subtle sign of her discomfort and annoyance at being challenged so publicly. The witch then scoffed dismissively, her defiance evident in her tone. “You’re not listening,” she retorted, her frustration palpable.

“And why should I listen to you?” Aemond shot back, his anger simmering beneath the surface as he scanned the room, locking eyes with each council member in turn. “I couldn’t give a shit what you think, Alys. My wife remains here,” he declared firmly, his loyalty to Maera unwavering.

Before Alys could voice another protest, Maera rose gracefully from her seat, her black and gold attire emphasizing her regal presence. Her gravid form, a testament to her impending motherhood, only added to her commanding aura, a symbol of her union with the Prince and her significance in the realm.

As the Princess surveyed the room, a sense of empowerment washed over her. She felt the weight of the Lords’ reliance on her and her dragon, recognizing the shift in power that had occurred in her favor. With Aemond’s support and the respect of the assembled courtiers, Maera was no longer a pawn in Alys’s scheming prophecies, but a force to be reckoned with in her own right.

Turning her green gaze upon the witch, Maera conveyed authority and determination. It was a silent warning, a declaration that Alys’s manipulations would no longer be tolerated. With her husband’s backing, the Lords’ esteem, and her own formidable intellect, Maera addressed those surrounding the table. “Clear the room,” she commanded, her voice carrying an air of authority that brooked no opposition.

Without hesitation, the council members promptly rose and filed out of the chamber, leaving Maera and Aemond alone with Alys. The witch lingered for a moment longer, shooting a venomous glare at the royal couple before finally exiting, her departure marking the end of the tumultuous council meeting.

The room was now empty, aside from Maera and her husband. She moved from her seat and circled the table, her gaze tracing the intricacies of the map of Westeros spread out before her. The figurines representing the Blacks' forces dotted the map, a testament to their growing strength. Yet, amidst them, she noticed new green figurines, symbolizing the dragons aligned with the Greens. Her heart swelled with pride as she spotted Ēbrion's figurine placed strategically on the border of the Westerlands, a clear indication of her contribution to the cause.

As she lifted her eyes from the map, she found her husband engrossed in reading from a scroll. A sense of admiration washed over her as she took in his features, the chiseled lines of his face, the intensity of his gaze. She couldn't help but marvel at the sudden change in his demeanor, the way he had staunchly defended her during the council meeting. It sparked a flicker of curiosity within her, wondering what had prompted this shift in his stance.

"You're being particularly cruel this morning," she remarked with a small smile, acknowledging his firm handling of Alys

Aemond remained focused on his scroll, but his response carried a flirtatious undertone. "I thought you enjoyed a bit of cruelty."

Maera chuckled softly, knowing the effect her next words would have on him. "It depends on the context, issa darys," my king, she teased noticing the way Aemond swallowed at the sound of the High Valyrian words, stirring something deep within him. But her amusement faded as she furrowed her brow in genuine confusion. "Are you going to tell me what's going on? What's changed for you to challenge her so suddenly?" she pressed, her tone tinged with concern.

Aemond's gaze flicked up to meet hers, and after a moment, he closed the scroll with a heavy sigh. “You are right. I have been a fool,” he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. Rising from his seat, the scrape of the chair against the stone floor echoing in the chamber, he approached her with purpose. “So blinded by notions of the Gods’s Will and their plan for me, that I have allowed you endure great pain.”

Maera felt her cheeks flush under the intensity of his burning gaze, and she averted her eyes, focusing instead on the map spread out before them. She felt his presence behind her, the warmth of his body radiating against her back as he reached out to lightly graze her shoulder, his fingers brushing away stray tendrils of hair to expose the nape of her neck to him. "And in doing so, I've risked losing you," he concluded softly, his warm breath teasing her skin as he leaned closer, his proximity sending a shiver down her spine.

As Aemond's lips brushed delicately against her neck, Maera's breath hitched in her throat, her heart quickening its pace. She felt his arm wrap around her waist, pulling her closer until the Prince's body was firmly pressed against her back.

"Your sense of duty and your drive to better yourself are qualities I admire most about you," Maera breathed, her words tinged with affection, even as Aemond continued to pepper wet kisses along her neck. Despite the sensations coursing through her, she fought to maintain her composure. "But your ambition can sometimes make you arrogant and blind to logic and reason."

Aemond's mouth trailed up to her earlobe, he bit down harshly, eliciting a surprised yelp from Maera. She turned to face him, her hands finding purchase on his chest, while one of his hands settled on her waist and the other threaded through her scalp, lightly tugging on her dark brown curls.

Meeting his gaze, Maera's expression turned serious. “I do not know what she told you of the Gods’s plan for you. In truth I do not wish to know as I do not trust her with every fibre of my being,” she admitted, her frown deepening as she referred to Alys. Aemond responded with a soft hum, his hand sliding down to rest on her hip. With a gentle touch, Maera's hand traced the sharp contours of Aemond's jawline, her touch imbued with a mixture of affection and concern. "But regardless of fate, your place is by my side," she affirmed, her voice filled with unwavering certainty.

Aemond sighed in response, his thumb tracing the curve of her bottom lip. "I am unworthy of you," he confessed, his voice heavy with self-doubt.

A mischievous smile danced across Maera's lips as she met his gaze. "I know," she teased, her tone playful yet affectionate.

Without hesitation, Aemond leaned forward, capturing her lips in a fervent, passionate kiss. Maera melted into his embrace, returning the kiss with equal fervor, their passion igniting like a wildfire as they surrendered to the irresistible pull of desire. His hand found its way to the back of her head, tugging on the roots of her hair so Maera’s head would tilt backwards, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

The kiss was warm and wet, all teeth and tongue and filled with desperation and lust. It was as if he never wanted to let her go, that he had now finally realised what was a stake. To hell with the Gods, to Hell with fate. There was only her. His Princess. His Wife. Maera attempted to keep up, sliding her tongue against his with equal enthusiasm but found herself breathless and lightheaded. She then felt his strong hands on her backside, lifting her up onto the table, knocking some of the black and green figurines over.

He jammed his knee between her legs, forcing them open and slotted himself between them, never breaking the desperate kiss for even a second. Maera’s hands found the clasps on his doublet and began to undo the buckles frantically, consumed by the need to feel his skin on hers. The Prince in turn began to greedily bunch her skirts in his fists, hiking up the fabric until it sat just above her hips. His calloused palms gripped onto her plush thighs, watching her concentrating on unclasping the very last buckle on his chest before pushing the leather from his shoulders, his white cotton shirt underneath.

Growing impatient, he discarded the remaining barrier to his torso quickly, allowing Maera to run her fingers over the chiseled muscles, licking and biting at the scars that littered his chest, causing him to close his eye and groan. Maera’s fingers descended lower and lower, down his toned stomach before reached the front of his trousers and palming his very obvious bulge through the fabric.

Aemond growled and pulled away for a moment, only to reach behind her and push all the black and green figurines off of the table, the marble objects bouncing off the stone floor below. Maera gasped in surprise and excitement before being roughly pushed back onto the table, her chest heaving beneath her dress as her breathing increased rapidly.

His cock grew impossibly hard at the sight of her like this, so the Prince reached forward and grabbed both of her breasts, eagerly cupping the soft flesh, his hands not being able to grasp them entirely due to their size.

“I have never seen you so beautiful,” he murmured darkly before squeezing the flesh in his palm. “You will look like the Maiden herself when these are full of milk for our child.” Maera’s core clenched at his words and she let out a desperate whine, causing the Prince to smirk at her needy response.

He withdrew for a moment, and Maera propped herself up on her elbows to see him pulling up a chair so he could sit comfortably between her legs. Grabbing her by the ankles, he yanked her towards him and sat down, his violet eye darkening as he fixated on the noticeable wet patch on her smallclothes, before ripping them off her legs and throwing them across the room. Aemond began to press wet kisses against one of her rounded thighs, lips trailing slowly up to where she needed him most before he abruptly switched to her other thigh, indicating that he was going to take his time.

“For fuck’s sake Aemond,” Maera groaned through gritted teeth, her hips practically chasing his face and the back of her head hitting the table in frustration. “Just take me, I need you!”

He leaned forward in his chair, his breath fanning across her bare cunt. “Patience, issa daria,” my queen, he chuckled cruelly, before pressing a feather-light kiss to her dripping centre, causing her to gasp. Aemond then began to deliberately bestow kitten licks on her clit, the pressure hard enough to elicit a gasp, but too light for a release to build. Maera felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his tongue on her pearl but desperate for so much more.

She attempted to compose herself, to not seem so wanting, but that idea left her head the his tongue slipping inside her and tasting her greedily, his sharp nose prodding against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Mmm, the sweetest cunt in the Seven Kingdoms,” he growled against her folds, lapping at her centre frantically as his hands resting on her hips to keep her in place.

The Princess panted as the pleasure began to build in her lower stomach, eyes rolling to the back of her head and hips bucking into Aemond’s face as he continued to feast upon her with practiced eased, groaning obscenities into her slick folds as he savoured the sweet taste. When he moved his tongue to her clit once more , Maera felt his skilled fingers gathering the wetness around her core before plunging two of them deep inside of her.

Her back arched as he immediately found her spongey spot, moving his fingers in a come hither motion, all the while sucking on her sensitive bundle of nerves relentlessly, the knot deep in her stomach winding tighter and tighter. Maera’s plush thighs began to shake and clench around his head, making him continue to press harshly on her hips with his free hand to keep her in place.

Rapidly, her body tensed as an unbelievable high hit her, blinding hot pleasure coursing through her veins, a sweaty sheen forming on her body as she rode out her orgasm against her husband’s mouth. Aemond’s fingers slowed inside her, a contented hum escaping his lips as he took in the sight before him; his wife, red-faced, panting and sweating, all because he had caused her to become undone.

Maera did not have time to think before the air was knocked out of her lungs as her husband sheathed his long, thick cock into her, filling her to the hilt before setting a tempestuous rhythm, thrusting in and out of her as if his life depended on it. The fact that they were doing this here, when just minutes ago they were sat having a meeting made the experience all the more captivating, the thought of it causing Maera to clench around her husband as she moaned his name.

“Fuck,” he groaned in response. “Such a perfect cunt. And it belongs to me.” He adjusted his hips upwards so that his length brushed against the soft spongey spot within, that familiar coil winding itself tighter and tighter once again.

“Gods, Aemond. Please!” She babbled, tears streaming down her face as she was jolted upwards on the table, the slapping sound of skin on skin making her even wetter.

“Tell me who you belong to, sweet wife,” he grunted, slamming his hips faster and faster into her. When Maera’s reply did not come quick enough, he reached between them and used his thumb to rub against her pearl, the sensation sending a jolt up her spine.

She relented between moans. “You, my Prince! I’m yours!”

“And I am yours,” he rambled, his cock bullying the sweet spot inside of her causing her second release to come upon her suddenly, her body convulsing as he fucked her through her high. Maera’s vice-like grip around his cock practically milked him for his seed, squeezing him so tightly that his pace faltered and he came with a deep and guttural grunt, his jaw going slack as he filled her up with his cum.

There was no sound left in the chambers, except the couple’s desperate panting as each of them came down from their high. After a moment, Maera propped herself up on her elbows, smirking as she drank in her husband’s cunt-struck face. Aemond raised a brow at her before abruptly withdrawing his softening cock, the loss of contact causing her to hiss. He then offered his hand and pulled her up, causing her to sit up straight and rest her face upon his bare chest, the rapid beating of his heart pulsing beneath his skin.

Hopping off the table, Maera smoothed down her skirts and combed her hand through her brown and silver curls. She turned to look at the table and felt Aemond’s hand caress her rounded stomach before he pressed a firm kiss to her cheek, his lips lingering a moment before he pulled away. Maera met his gaze and smiled contently before pointing at the table.

“I hope you remember where all the Black and Green figures go, because I don’t.”

Notes: Ok so I went over my word count this chapter, sue me! But definitely after this one it’s two more chapters of Alys, I’m sick of her as well. But hey we got smut so 🤷🏻‍♀️

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The Lost Dragon - Exile

Summary:

An Aemond POV from his time during exile.

Warning(s): None

AEMOND TARGARYEN x O.C -VAELYS TARGARYEN

Word Count: 6748

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Aemond took Sovia in his arms and held her close, his nose buried in her messy silver curls "Daddys go to go away for a little while-be good for your mother byka grēges" (little bug)

As Aemond spoke, he pressed a tender kiss to Sovia's forehead, savouring the softness of her skin against his lips. He could feel the precious seconds slipping away, each passing moment carving a deeper ache within him.

Aemond enveloped Vaelys in his arms, holding her tightly against him as if trying to etch her presence into his very being.

“Nyke kivio issa jorrāelagon bona nyke jāhor māzigon arlī naejot ao” whispered Aemond (I promise my love that I will come back to you).

“Avy jorrāelan olvie” replied Vaelys (I love you so much).

Tears glistened in Vaelys' eyes as she pressed her forehead against his, their breaths mingling in the stillness of the room. "Aemond," she whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the silence. "May the gods watch over you and guide you back to me safely."

With one last lingering kiss, Aemond reluctantly pulled away, his resolve steeling him for the journey ahead. As he made his way towards Vhagar, but stopped when he caught sight of Helaena standing with Daeron who it seemed had only just arrived, given his dragon Tessarion was looming ominously behind him.

"Helaena, Daeron," Aemond called out, his voice tinged with surprise and a hint of apprehension. "What brings you here at this hour?"

Helaena turned towards him, her expression a mixture of concern and determination. "Did you really think that you could leave without saying goodbye" she replied, her voice soft but resolute. "We wanted to see you off, to let you know that you are not alone in this."

Daeron stepped forward, his gaze meeting Aemond's with a steely resolve. "You may be embarking on this journey alone, brother," he spoke, his voice steady and unwavering, "But know that our hearts are with you every step of the way. We stand beside you, now and always."

Aemond felt a swell of gratitude wash over him as he looked upon his siblings, their unwavering support a beacon of strength amidst the uncertainty that lay ahead. He stepped closer to them, a sense of solidarity enveloping them in their shared moment of farewell.

"Thank you, Helaena, Daeron," Aemond said, his voice filled with emotion. "Your presence here means more to me than words can express. I will carry your love and support with me, even in the darkest of times."

With a solemn nod, Helaena reached out, embracing her brother tightly, while Daeron clasped his arm in a gesture of brotherhood and solidarity.

“Before I leave- Daeron, I must ask that you protect and watch over Vaelys and Sovia, they are my most precious treasures.

"You have my word, brother," replied Daeron, his voice unwavering with determination. "I will watch over Vaelys and Sovia and I shall ensure their safety and well-being in your absence."

Aemond's shoulders relaxed slightly, a sense of relief washing over him as he heard Daeron's solemn vow. "Thank you, brother”.

With a final, lingering glance at his wife and daughter, Aemond made his way towards Vhagar.

As he began to ascend the net ladder to her saddle, Aemond spared one last meaningful look back at Vaelys and Sovia, their figures bathed in the soft light of dawn.

With a heavy heart but a steadfast spirit, Aemond mounted Vhagar's back, ready to soar into the unknown.

As Vhagar's wings beat against the air, carrying Aemond away from the Red Keep, he couldn't help but steal one last glance backward.

With a heavy heart, Aemond raised his hand in a silent farewell, his fingers reaching out as if to bridge the distance between them and as the Red Keep faded into the distance behind him, Aemond turned his gaze forward, fixing his eyes on the horizon ahead.

As Vhagar flew across the expanse of the Narrow Sea, Aemond couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that gripped his heart. For the first time in his life, he was leaving the familiar shores of Westeros behind, venturing into the unknown lands of Essos.

No doubt it would take some hours for him to fully cross the Narrow Sea, and as Vhagar glided effortlessly through the clouds, Aemond realised he had no idea where he was even going, but then he remembered that Vhagar had spent time in Pentos in the years before he claimed her so maybe that was a good place to start.

“Shall we head to Pentos?” asked Aemond.

Vhagar grumbled in response, but she appeared to know where she was going as she changed direction slightly and increased her pace.

“I know this isn’t what you had in mind at your age-but I need you girl. Now more than ever” exclaimed Aemond as Vhagar roared loudly before she ascended into the clouds.

Hours later the silhouette of Pentos eventually came into view on the horizon and Aemond felt a mixture of relief and apprehension wash over him. The ancient city, with its towering spires and bustling streets, offered a welcome respite from the endless expanse of the Narrow Sea. But it also presented him with a choice: where to go next, and what path to take in this unfamiliar land.

Descending from the sky atop Vhagar, Aemond landed gracefully just outside the city walls, his dragon's presence commanding the attention of onlookers and passersby alike. However, they didn’t appear to fear her presence, they seemed more curious if anything.

With a practiced ease born of years of experience, Aemond dismounted from his dragon, his gaze sweeping over the bustling streets of Pentos.

Taking a moment to gather his bearings, Aemond considered his options. He could seek refuge within the walls of the city, perhaps finding shelter and solace amidst the labyrinthine alleys and bustling markets. Or he could venture forth into the wider world of Essos, seeking adventure and opportunity in the lands beyond Pentos.

After a moment's deliberation, Aemond made his decision. He would stay in Pentos for a time, using the city as a base from which to plan his next move.

After a few days of respite in an inn nestled on the outskirts of Pentos, Aemond and took to the skies once again, the wind whipping through his hair as they soared over the velvet hills and Ghoyan Drohe.

Despite his lingering wariness of the unknown, Aemond had managed to procure a map of sorts from the locals in Pentos and some of them had been helpful in suggesting places for him to visit.

As they flew, Aemond marvelled at the beauty of the land stretched out below him, the vibrant hues of the landscape painting a picture of untamed wilderness and ancient mysteries. There was a sense of rawness and vitality to the land, a stark contrast to the refined elegance of Westeros that Aemond had always known.

Descending towards the city of Norvos, Aemond felt a thrill of anticipation coursing through his veins.

There were tapestries that hung in the Red Keep that had been gifted to his father Viserys many years ago and Aemond was eager to experience what the city had to offer.

As Vhagar touched down on the outskirts of Norvos, Aemond's sense of curiosity burned brighter than ever before and despite Vhagar's imposing presence in the sky, Aemond understood the necessity of discretion as he walked through the bustling streets. Though his dragon remained hidden from sight as best she could, Aemond took care to conceal his own identity, just as he had done in Pentos.

Draped in a cloak of dark nondescript fabric, Aemond kept his silver hair hidden beneath the hood, its telltale gleam muted against the dim light of the city. He moved with purpose through the crowded thoroughfares, his eyes keenly observing the ebb and flow of life in Norvos.

The city's denizens paid him little heed, their attention consumed by their own affairs. Merchants hawked their wares from stalls lining the streets, while beggars sought alms from passersby with outstretched hands. Aemond blended seamlessly into the tapestry of life, his identity obscured by the cloak of anonymity he wore like a second skin.

As Aemond moved through the crowded streets, a woman approached him with a sway in her step and a seductive gleam in her eye. She was draped in silks that clung to her curves; her lips painted a tempting shade of crimson as she offered him a sultry smile.

"Good sir," she purred, her voice like honey dripping from her lips. "You seem lost. Perhaps I can help you find your way-to a place of pleasure”.

Aemond raised an eyebrow, his gaze flickering with annoyance at the woman's brazen proposition. "I am not interested," he replied curtly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

But the woman persisted, undeterred by his rejection. "Oh, but you are a pretty one," she cooed, her fingers trailing tantalizingly along the edge of his cloak. "And with looks like yours, you wouldn't have to pay much for the company of a willing woman or man if that is your taste."

Aemond's patience wore thin as the woman's advances grew more insistent. "I have a wife," he stated firmly, hoping to put an end to her persistent persuasion.

But the woman merely laughed, her laughter like tinkling bells in the air. "A wife?" she scoffed. "What harm could a little bit of fun do? Surely she wouldn't mind if you indulged in a bit of pleasure while you're away."

Aemond's temper flared at her audacity, his patience finally reaching its limit. "I said I'm not interested," he snapped, his voice tinged with anger as he brushed past her, his steps quickening in his haste to be rid of her.

As he walked through the streets, Aemond’s gaze fell upon a mural painted upon the side of a weathered building. The image depicted a delicate butterfly, its wings adorned with vibrant hues that seemed to shimmer in the light of the afternoon sun.

His drifting to his infant daughter, Sovia, his ‘byka grēges’. The endearment brought a bittersweet pang to Aemond's heart, a reminder of the joy and innocence that had been left behind (Little bug).

She had said her first words the night before he left, ‘Da-Da’ she had looked so proud of herself when she’d said it. Her little hands clapping together.

Gods, how he missed her, a tear slipped down his pale cheek as he placed his hand against the mural.

She was only nine moons old, and by the time he returned she would be almost three name days old; and he felt a pain his chest that his daughter may not even remember him.

He had always believed that producing a son was of the utmost importance, a boy to carry on his name, but the moment that tiny baby girl was placed in his arms, everything he believed had changed, his heart had exploded with a feeling he’d never felt before.

She was perfect and she was his, this tiny little creature. He’d helped to create her.

His girl, his butterfly.

With a heavy heart, Aemond tore his gaze away from the mural, his footsteps echoing against the cobblestones as he continued on his journey through the streets.

After spending a few weeks amidst the vibrant streets and ancient alleys of Norvos, Aemond felt the call of adventure beckoning him once more. With a sense of anticipation coursing through his veins, he mounted Vhagar and took to the skies, the wind rushing past him as they soared towards their next destination: Qohor.

As they flew, Aemond marvelled at the changing landscape below, the rolling hills and verdant forests giving way to the arid plains and shimmering rivers of Qohor. The weather grew hotter with each passing mile, the sun beating down upon them with relentless intensity.

Touching down on the outskirts of the city, Aemond and Vhagar made their way towards the nearby forest, seeking respite from the oppressive heat of the day. It was a welcome relief to be surrounded by the cool shade of the trees, the earthy scent of the forest filling the air.

As Vhagar settled down to rest amongst the ancient trees, Aemond set out to explore his surroundings. The forest of Qohor was a vast and sprawling expanse, teeming with life and hidden wonders waiting to be discovered.

As he wandered through the sun-dappled glades and winding pathways of the forest, Aemond couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of his surroundings.

But amidst the tranquillity of the forest, Aemond couldn't ignore the oppressive heat that hung heavy in the air. The leather clothing he had grown accustomed to in Westeros was ill-suited to the sweltering temperatures of Qohor.

With a resigned sigh, Aemond shed his leather garments in favour of lighter attire, the cotton fabric offering some relief from the relentless heat.

Initially he had wanted to explore Qohor, but he’d gotten as far as the forest edge before giving up and returning to Vhagar.

She greeted him with a rumble of contentment, her scales gleaming in the dappled sunlight as she feasted upon the remains of a deer she had hunted.

For a moment, Aemond simply stood and watched as his faithful dragon enjoyed her meal, a sense of peace settling over him in the quiet solitude of the forest. Though the city held its own allure, there was something comforting about being here in the presence of Vhagar.

With a smile, Aemond settled down beside Vhagar, content to spend the rest of the day in the tranquil embrace of the forest, far from the hustle and bustle of Qohor.

Soon Aemond closed his eye and drifted off beside Vhagar, unaware of the danger lurking nearby, a group of men stumbled upon the scene. Their eyes gleamed with greed as they spied Aemond's sword and the glint of coin in his pouch.

The men crept closer, their intentions dark and sinister. They had no qualms about preying upon a lone traveller, especially one who appeared to be resting so peacefully against a rock.

But as they drew nearer, the rock against which Aemond leaned was not a rock at all, but the towering form of Vhagar, her scales blending seamlessly into the surroundings.

Before the men could react, Vhagar unleashed a burst of dragon fire, engulfing them in a torrent of flame. Their screams echoed through the forest; their bodies consumed by the inferno in a matter of seconds.

Aemond's eye widened in shock as he watched the scene unfold before him. He had barely had time to register the danger before Vhagar had intervened.

With a sense of gratitude, Aemond turned to his faithful companion, his heart filled with admiration for the dragon who had saved his life. Vhagar regarded him with a knowing gaze, her eyes reflecting trust and loyalty.

Admittedly since the incident in the skies above Storms End, his faith in Vhagar had been shaken, she had disobeyed his commands and his control over her had slipped, but here now he could feel their bond.

It was like a blanket that wrapped around him, he could feel her breath, her heart and her ire at her sleep being interrupted.

Aemond had to laugh at that one, but his old girl was here, and they would take care of one another.

After the encounter in the forest, Aemond felt that lingering in one place for too long posed too great a risk, both for himself and for Vhagar, so he decided it was time to move on.

Mounting Vhagar once more, they took to the skies. As they soared high above the landscape, Aemond's thoughts turned towards their next destination.

Eventually they descended upon the vast expanse of Vaes Dothrak. It was a city unlike any Aemond had ever seen, its sprawling tents and wooden palisades stretching out across the plains like a sea of canvas.

As they landed amidst the grassy fields outside the city, Aemond couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. Vaes Dothrak was the heart of the Dothraki Sea, a place of ancient traditions and fierce warriors who worshipped the Great Stallion.

But to his surprise, it was not the fearsome Dothraki warriors who greeted them, but a sense of cautious curiosity. The Dothraki had heard tales of dragons, creatures of legend and myth, and their presence stirred a mixture of fear and awe among the nomadic people.

As Aemond dismounted from Vhagar's back, his silver hair gleaming in the sunlight, he was met with curious stares and whispered murmurs. The Dothraki regarded him with a mixture of suspicion and fascination, their eyes drawn to the large dragon at his side.

Despite their fear of Vhagar, the Dothraki seemed intrigued by the silver-haired man who rode the dragon. They approached cautiously, their curiosity outweighing their apprehension as they sought to learn more about this mysterious stranger who had descended upon their city.

Aemond met their gaze with a steady confidence, his demeanour calm and assured despite the unfamiliar surroundings. Though he knew that the Dothraki were a proud and fierce people, he was determined to show them that he meant no harm, that he was merely a traveller in search of adventure.

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Aemond found himself immersed in the vibrant culture of the Dothraki. Despite the initial wariness that had greeted him upon his arrival. Aemond had quickly earned the respect and admiration of the nomadic warriors through his deeds and actions.

With Vhagar by his side, Aemond became a familiar presence among the Dothraki, joining them in their hunts and battles across the vast expanse of the Dothraki Sea. His skill in combat soon became the stuff of legend, his sword arm wielding deadly precision against any who dared to challenge him.

But it was not only his prowess in battle that earned him the admiration of the Dothraki. Aemond immersed himself in their way of life with a sense of respect and humility.

He learned their language, mastered their customs, and rode alongside them as one of their own, earning the title of "Aemond the rider of last shadow" among the Dothraki warriors.

Although he was left pretty red faced by one of their traditions when he happened a group of Dothraki and their wives, making love in the open, they claimed it was a celebration of life, of love, of everything that connects them to the world around them-and admittedly Aemond found himself wanting to try it with Vaelys.

Among the Dothraki, Aemond’s presence sparked both curiosity and intrigue, especially among the women of the khalasar. His silver hair and striking features set him apart from the other men, earning him admiring glances and whispers of admiration.

But despite the attention he garnered from the Dothraki women, Aemond remained steadfast in his loyalty to Vaelys. Though he appreciated the beauty and allure of the women who sought his favour, his heart belonged to her alone, and he had no interest in pursuing any other.

Even if he did wake each morning with his cock as hard as steel, he never once indulged in the Dothraki’s offerings, he simply fucked his fist to the image of his sweet wife on her knees with her lips wrapped his cock, or the taste of her cunny.

Or imagining all the ways he would fuck her upon his return, perhaps he would fill her with his seed, and she would bless him with another child again.

Oh, how he longed to see her swollen and round with his child again.

But as the Dothraki women vied for his attention with coy smiles and suggestive glances, Aemond remained polite but distant, never once allowing himself to be swayed by their charms.

He knew that his bond with Vaelys was unbreakable, a love that transcended time and distance, and he would not betray that trust for anything in the world.

The time soon comes for Aemond to bid farewell to the Dothraki and embark upon the next leg of his journey, he was overwhelmed by a sense of gratitude for the time he had spent among them. The Dothraki had welcomed him into their midst with open arms, and he would forever cherish the memories of their friendship.

With Vhagar soaring through the sky once more, they left the Dothraki Sea behind and ventured out over the vast expanse of the Red Waste. The desolate landscape stretched out before them, a barren wasteland devoid of life or civilization.

But Aemond pressed onward, his determination unyielding as he set his sights on the ruins of Old Valyria.

As Aemond and Vhagar soared over the ruins of Old Valyria, he couldn't help but feel the connection to the land of his ancestors. Below him, the crumbling remnants of the once-mighty city stretched out as far as the eye could see, a haunting testament to the power and majesty of the Valyrian Empire.

As they circled above the ancient ruins, Aemond's thoughts turned to the origins of House Targaryen, to the time before the Doom had laid waste to Valyria and forever changed the course of history. It was here, in this ancient land of dragons and sorcery, that his ancestors had once ruled as kings and queens, their power unmatched by any other in the world.

With a sense of reverence, Aemond directed Vhagar to fly over the place where the ancestral home of House Targaryen had once stood, the place where his forebears had first hatched their dragon eggs and forged the bonds that would shape the destiny of their house for generations to come.

As they circled above the ruins, Aemond felt a profound sense of pride swell within him, knowing that he was flying over the birthplace of his family, the place where the legacy of House Targaryen had begun.

With a final glance back at the ancient city below, Aemond urged Vhagar onward.

Aemond had set his sights on a new destination: the ancient city of Volantis.

Volantis was a free city steeped in history and tradition, its towering walls and bustling markets a testament to its status as one of the oldest and most powerful cities in Essos.

As they approached the city, Aemond's eyes were drawn to the massive bronze gates that guarded its entrance, their imposing presence a stark reminder of the city's strength and resilience. With a sense of awe, he directed Vhagar towards the heart of Volantis, eager to explore all that the ancient city had to offer.

As Aemond and Vhagar made their presence known in Volantis, the officials in charge of the city took notice. Recognizing the potential benefits of having a dragon and a skilled warrior in their midst, they approached Aemond with an offer.

Gathered in the grand halls of the city's ruling council, the officials spoke with a tone of respect and deference as they addressed the silver-haired prince and his formidable companion.

"We are honoured by your presence in Volantis, Prince Aemond," one of the officials began, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "We understand that you seek lodging and sustenance for yourself and your dragon, and we are prepared to offer you a generous arrangement in return for your services."

The officials outlined their proposal, offering Aemond and Vhagar ample lodging within the city, befitting a prince of his stature. They promised to provide for all of their needs, including food and shelter, ensuring that they wanted for nothing during their time in Volantis.

"In return," another official added, "we would ask that you and your dragon lend us your strength in defending the city from raiders and rogue Dothraki tribes. Your presence alone would serve as a deterrent to any who would seek to harm us, and your skills in battle would be invaluable in protecting our people."

Aemond listened carefully to the terms of the offer, considering their implications. He knew that his duty as a prince of House Targaryen extended beyond the borders of Westeros, and he was eager to prove himself worthy of his noble lineage.

"I accept your offer," Aemond replied, his voice firm with resolve. "My dragon and I will stand by your side and defend Volantis with all of our strength.

As Aemond walked through the bustling streets of Volantis, he came across a figure cloaked in crimson robes, her eyes alight with an otherworldly intensity. She approached him with a sense of purpose, her presence commanding attention.

"Prince Aemond Targaryen”.

Aemond regarded her with a mixture of curiosity and caution, wondering how this stranger knew his name. "And who might you be?" he asked, his tone guarded.

The woman smiled, revealing a flash of gleaming teeth. "I am Melisandre," she replied, her voice resonating with an otherworldly power. "A priestess of the Lord of Light."

"What do you want with me, priestess?" he asked, his voice tinged with scepticism.

Melisandre's eyes seemed to pierce straight through him as she spoke. "I have seen you in the flames” she said. "I saw you flying in the skies of Storm's End, chasing after the strong boy."

Aemond's heart skipped a beat at her words, his mind racing with confusion. Chasing after a strong boy? It made no sense to him. He had never chased a strong boy.

"It was not a strong boy," Aemond replied, his voice firm. "It was my wife, Vaelys".

Melisandre regarded him with a knowing look, her eyes seeming to see into the depths of his soul. "Perhaps," she said cryptically. "Or perhaps the flames have shown me a different truth."

As Aemond followed Melisandre through the winding streets of Volantis, a sense of unease settled over him. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this encounter than met the eye, that the priestess held secrets that could unravel the very fabric of his reality.

Arriving at the entrance of the temple of the Lord of Light, Melisandre turned to face Aemond, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. "Come," she said, her voice a whisper in the dim light of the temple. "I will show you the truth that lies within the flames."

Aemond hesitated for a moment, his instincts warning him of the danger that lay ahead. But curiosity and a desire for answers drove him forward, and he followed Melisandre into the depths of the temple.

As they entered the inner sanctum, Aemond was greeted by the sight of a roaring fire, its flames dancing and flickering in the darkness. Melisandre approached the flames with a sense of reverence, her hands outstretched as if in prayer.

"Look into the flames, Prince Aemond," she said, her voice echoing in the chamber. "See what the Lord of Light has shown me."

Reluctantly, Aemond stepped forward and gazed into the heart of the fire. At first, all he saw was the swirling dance of flames, their hypnotic movements casting shadows across the walls of the temple.

But then, slowly but surely, images began to form within the flames. Aemond's heart skipped a beat as he beheld a vision unlike any he had ever seen before.

The skies ablaze with dragon fire and the air thick with the scent of death. Aemond watched helplessly as Vhagar, burst through the clouds and devoured Lucerys.

His heart heavy with sorrow, Aemond watched as Helaena Targaryen, was forced to make an impossible choice— Jaehaerys or Maelor? His heart breaking at his sweet sisters scream of anguish as her son was killed.

The scene shifted, and Aemond found himself standing in the courtyard of the Red Keep, surrounded by the sound of the desperate pleas from prisoners. His hands, slick with blood, trembled as he carried out executions with ruthless efficiency, each blow a painful reminder of the cost of war.

The funeral of his nephew, his body wrapped in the shroud hand stitched by Helaena, his little hand clutching his favourite dragon toy.

His own decent into darkness, the cold grip of ruthlessness had seized him and refused to let go.

And then, the fall of Princess Rhaenys and her dragon Meleys at the Battle of Rook's Rest—the gruesome bloody show of the dragon’s severed head paraded through the streets of Kings Landing.

His brother Aegon, injured and vulnerable-as Aemond found himself being crowned Prince Regent, tasked with ruling in his absence.

Alys Rivers, the witch of Harrenhal-her eyes dark and inscrutable as she beckoned to him with a knowing smile. Aemond was drawn to her, unable to resist the magnetic pull of her presence.

As they drew closer, the vision twisted into a grotesque parody of intimacy, with Alys wrapping herself around him in a macabre dance of seduction. Aemond's heart pounded in his chest as he watched himself become ensnared in her web.

As the vision continued to unfold, Aemond watched in horror as Alys grew round with his bastard-a son with no name.

Then he saw her-Vaelys, her eyes wide with fear as he stood before her, his own hands wrapped around her throat. He watched in horror as his grip tightened, squeezing the life from her with a brutality that tore at his soul.

The dark version of him, had no love for her-in this world she had been responsible for the death of his brother Daeron, unflinching as she bathed him in dragon fire during the second battle of Tumbleton.

As Vaelys' lifeless form crumpled to the ground, a primal scream tore from Aemond's throat.

His nephew Maelor torn apart by a mob of common folk, the decent of his sister into madness and her fall from the window’s of Maegor’s Holdfast.

In the skies above the God's Eye, the air crackling with the energy of impending battle. He felt the familiar rush of adrenaline course through his veins as he soared through the clouds astride Vhagar.

But his exhilaration was tinged with dread as he spotted the silhouette of another dragon, its massive wingspan blotting out the sun. It was Caraxes, ridden by his uncle Daemon, a formidable adversary with a reputation for ferocity and skill.

As the dragons clashed in a deadly dance of fire and fury, Aemond felt a cold knot of fear tighten in his chest. The air rang with the deafening roar of their flames, the ground below a blur as they circled each other in a deadly game of cat and mouse.

Aemond's heart pounded in his chest as he urged Vhagar onward, his mind consumed by a primal instinct to survive at any cost. But as he looked up, his eyes widening in terror, he saw something that chilled him to the bone-a flash of steel glinting in the sunlight, the deadly point of Dark Sister, his uncle's legendary Valyrian steel sword, aimed straight at him.

With a strangled cry of horror, Aemond tried to veer away, to escape the deadly trajectory of the blade. But it was too late, he felt the sharp point of Dark Sister pierce his remaining eye, driving through flesh and bone, agony engulfing him as the blade tore through his skull, its tip emerging from the back of his throat.

No," Aemond whispered, his voice barely audible above the crackling of the flames. "It cannot be."

But Melisandre merely watched in silence as the vision played out before them, her eyes burning with an intensity that seemed to pierce straight through to his soul.

As the vision faded and the flames returned to their normal state, Aemond stood frozen in shock, his mind reeling from what he had witnessed.

"Why have you shown me this?" he demanded, his eyes burning with intensity.

But Melisandre remained calm and composed, her gaze steady as she met Aemond's accusing stare. "The Lord of Light has shown you a glimpse of a life that could have been," she replied, her voice carrying the weight of certainty.

Aemond's heart clenched at her words, his mind struggling to comprehend the implications of what she was saying. Could it be possible? Could the vision he had seen in the flames truly be a glimpse of an alternate reality, a path not taken?

"But why?" Aemond pressed, his voice tinged with desperation. "Why would the Lord of Light show me such a thing?"

Melisandre's expression softened, a hint of sympathy in her eyes. "The ways of the Lord are mysterious and inscrutable; you must understand the importance of your union with Vaelys. Your marriage has changed the course of history for the better."

Aemond listened intently, his gaze fixed on the priestess as she continued.

"House Targaryen will not fall to ruin," Melisandre declared, her words ringing with conviction. "The stag and the lion will not claim the Iron Throne, and the last Targaryen will not live in exile across the Narrow Sea."

She paused, allowing her words to sink in before continuing. "A great dynasty will be born from the blood of you and your wife," she proclaimed. "A dynasty that will unite the Seven Kingdoms and bring the promised one”.

“The promised one?” asked Aemond.

“Se bōsa bantis iksos māzis. Hen aōha ānogar māzigon se dārilaros bona istan kīvio, se zȳhon jāhor sagon se vāedar hen suvion se perzys” (The long night is coming. From your blood comes the princess that was promised, and hers will be the song of ice and fire).

“Dārilaros?” asked Aemond.

“Daenerys jelmāzmo hen targārio lentrot” (Daenerys stormborn of House Targaryen).

“T-This is a lot of information to get in a matter of minutes” said Aemond.

"Beware, Prince Aemond," she cautioned, her voice low and urgent. "There are spies who lurk in the shadows, their ears attuned to the whispers of the wind. Queen Rhaenyra seeks to know of your dealings in Volantis."

"I will heed your warning and take all necessary precautions to protect myself."

“See to it that you do-spies do not always tell the truth of what they see” replied Melisandre.

"What do you want in payment for your counsel?" asked Aemond, his voice edged with caution.

Melisandre regarded him with a piercing gaze, her eyes seeming to bore into his very soul. "What makes you think I require payment," she replied cryptically, her voice carrying a hint of mystery.

Aemond furrowed his brow, puzzled by her words. "Nothing is for free” muttered Aemond.

With a graceful movement, Melisandre reached out and ran her hand along Aemond's arm, sending a shiver down his spine. "I do not seek coin or jewels”.

Aemond's heart skipped a beat at her touch, his mind racing with thoughts of what she could possibly desire. But before he could respond, his thoughts were interrupted by a sudden realization.

"You want me," he blurted out, his voice filled with disbelief and disgust. "You want me to take you to bed."

Melisandre's eyes widened in surprise at his words, a hint of amusement dancing in their depths. "No," she said, her voice tinged with amusement. "That is not what I seek-besides I know you would not pay such a price, given how often your cock stirs in honour of your wife”.

"Forgive me," he stammered, his face burning with embarrassment. "I misunderstood your intentions."

“There are those that would ask for such a thing-but I am not a woods witch living a cursed ruin-“

"Is that what the woman in my vision was?" he asked, his voice hesitant as he sought clarification.

Melisandre turned to face him once more, her gaze unwavering as she met his eyes. "Alys was a coiled snake," she replied, her voice low and solemn. "A serpent who twisted your mind until there was nothing left."

A chill ran down Aemond's spine at her words, a sense of unease settling over him like a suffocating shroud.

"What do you mean?" Aemond asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "How could she have twisted my mind?"

Melisandre's expression grew solemn as she spoke, her words heavy with meaning. "Alys was a creature of shadow and deceit," she explained. "She preyed upon your weaknesses, feeding upon your doubts and fears until they consumed you entirely-she would have led you to your death”.

“A death I would have deserved by the looks of it” muttered Aemond.

“In that life yes-but not in this one” replied Melisandre.

“You haven’t told me what you seek as payment-“

“I seek nothing-but the continuation of your blood,” said Melisandre.

“I shall endeavour to see it done” said Aemond firmly.

“Oh, I know you will-such pretty things they will be, the blood of the dragon runs thick”.

“I bid you farewell” said Aemond bowing his head respectfully.

With a final nod of acknowledgment, Melisandre faded back into the shadows, leaving Aemond alone with his thoughts, the vision of the alternate still hauting his mind.

The day had finally arrived. After two long years in exile, the time had come for Aemond to return to Westeros, to his wife Vaelys and Sovia. As he stood on the shores of Volantis, a sense of anticipation and longing filled his heart.

With a heavy heart, Aemond bid farewell to the friends he had made in Volantis, grateful for their hospitality and support during his time in exile. But now, his thoughts turned homeward, to the family he had left behind so many months ago.

With Vhagar by his side, Aemond climbed onto the dragon's back, his heart racing with excitement as he prepared to take to the skies once more. As he urged Vhagar into the air, he felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins, the wind whipping past them as they soared higher and higher.

Vhagar seemed to sense her riders excitement, her powerful wings beating against the air as she flew with a renewed sense of purpose. It was as if she, too, was eager to be returning home after so long away.

As they flew over the expanse of the Narrow Sea, Aemond couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and relief wash over him. He was going home, back to the ones he loved most in the world.

As Aemond flew closer to Dragonstone, his heart pounded with anticipation and a touch of apprehension. He couldn't shake the memory of the day he had left, the promise Vaelys had made to wait for him on the beach. In the midst of his excitement to return home, a deep fear gnawed at him. What if she wasn't there? What if these two years of separation had changed their love?

With each passing moment, the knot in Aemond's stomach tightened. He prayed fervently to the gods, pleading for Vaelys to be there, waiting for him as she had promised.

Finally, as Dragonstone came into view on the horizon, Aemond's heart skipped a beat. And there, standing on the sandy shores of the beach, was Vaelys.

Relief flooded through Aemond as he beheld her, his eyes misting over with tears of joy. She was there, just as she had promised, her silhouette outlined against the setting sun.

With Vhagar descending gracefully towards the beach, Aemond couldn't contain his excitement any longer. He urged the dragon forward, his heart racing as they approached the shore.

As they landed on the beach, Aemond leaped down from Vhagar's back, Vaelys sprinted across the sand toward Aemond, her heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. As she reached him, she leaped into his arms, her laughter mingling with his as they tumbled into the soft embrace of the sand below.

Giggling uncontrollably, Vaelys peppered kisses all over Aemond's face, her lips finding his cheeks, his forehead, and his nose in a flurry of affection and adoration.

Aemond wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they lay entwined in the sand, their laughter echoing across the beach.

Aemond's voice trembled with emotion as he spoke, his eye searching Vaelys' face for reassurance. "I was worried you wouldn't be waiting for me," he confessed, his words heavy with the weight of his fears. "That the years apart would mean you no longer loved me, that you had taken another husband-"

But Vaelys shook her head, her eyes shining with love and devotion as she reached out to cup his cheek. "It's you, Aemond," she whispered, her voice soft but filled with conviction. "It's always been you."

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