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liaa--qb · 2 months ago

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Sleeping n' Fucking

Yan(ish)!Nerd x GN reader

Tw: cnc/dubcon, somnophilia, semi-degrading

AN; didn't proof read/edit and please welcome my nerd OC <3

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Your teacher has decided to do a partner project right before the school semester ends. Fortunately for you, you got a partner who you sorta know. You have seen him a couple of times outside of the classroom, but never really talked to him a lot. So you went and sat next to him.

"Hey, your name is Luka right?" "Yeah, that's me. Nice to meet you. Do you want to meet at my house to work on our project together?" "Yeah sure, that works." "Alright. See you then." "See you."

As soon as you finish the conversation, the class has ended and everyone left. Luka slowly followed you from behind. Avoiding your line of sight, he made sure that you made it safely to your next class. Classes went by and you were finally able to meet up with Luka again at the end of the day.

"Hey, hop into my car I'll drive us to my house." "Alright."

Once you arrive at his house, you follow him to his room and sit down on his bed. Looking around at the posters and decorations. While you were looking Luka left to make some snacks and tea. Of course, he added something to make you sleepy and drowsy. He is giggling inside as he anxiously mixes the drink and carefully brings it up back into his room.

"Hey, sorry for taking so long, here is your drink and some snacks." "Oh! Thanks."

You take the drink and slowly sip it. Luka sits next to you and pulls up the project requirements. Both of you threw ideas at each other to see what the project could be about to make sure it fit the criteria. After both of you agree on what to do, you start to feel sleepy and drowsy. Of course, Luka takes notice and his dick starts to harden. The more you fight to stay away the more obvious his bulge is. He carefully guides you to his pillow and watches you fall asleep as he turns his back to you, trying to pretend to work on the project. As he glances back at you after a couple of minutes, you have fully fallen asleep and groans as he watches you. Looking so peaceful and innocent. He feels slightly bad but he's tired of watching guys flirting and or talking to you so that guilt quickly washes away. Carefully taking off your clothes, giving petals of kisses as he removes each piece of clothing. Sighing at the beauty of your body. His dick keeps twitching and he finally undresses himself.

He aligns himself in front of your entrance and rubs his pre-cum all over your hole. Sighing and biting his lip as he slowly enters your hole. Holy shit it feels so good to him as your hole clenches onto his dick. Giving you kisses as he keeps slowly thrusting back and forth. It feels so good seeing how weak you are underneath him. After thrusting slowly he picks up the pace and starts going ham. Groaning as he hears you softly whimpering and moaning as he abuses your poor little hole.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. You like that huh? Being unable to defend yourself as I take your hole and training it to only love my cock, and only my cock. God, I love seeing you hopeless as I ram my cock into you. Oh, how I love seeing you and admiring you from afar. You have no idea how much I wanted you to myself. How I want you to whimper and moan for me, begging how good my cock is. God, I wish you were awake right now but I can't risk you screaming at me. Not yet at least. You will be with me. You will be mine."

He grabs your waist and slams you into him as he cums into your hole. Panting as he dumps his load into you and slowly pulls it out, watching his cum come out and puts on your undergarment. Taking his cock and carefully puts it into your mouth. Taking your head and slowly rock back and forth as you 'suck' his dick. Once he feels satisfied he cleans himself up and dresses you back to normal. Sighing at your beautiful and wrecked body wishing you were his.

AN; sorry that this ending was shitty </3

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liaa--qb · 2 months ago

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Yandere Nerd who creeps you out.

Tw. For NSFW themes

He thanks god that he's been partnered with you for the next few months for this report. He's one of the best in class, and you'd be stupid to walk away from an opportunity like that. Don't worry, he knows you're not that dumb baby.

Yandere Nerd who shamelessly sniffs your hair as you walk past, or tries to touch you as much as he can while you're studying together. He keeps trying to get you to go back to his room, and he thinks it's really cute if not a little frustrating to watch you try to find any reason not to.

Yandere nerd who takes photos of your bare ass from when you were using the restroom. You have no idea how on Earth he managed to get those, but you know he has them because he shows you with no shame.

It's maddening, but he has had so much funding dedicated to his research by the university that they won't do anything if you report it.

"Don't worry," He giggles and let's his hot, disgusting breath ghost over the shell of your ear. "You're the onlyyyyy one who I pay this much attention to."

But hey, maybe the grade will be worth it after all.

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liaa--qb · 2 months ago

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Yandere Nerd Blackmails "Mean Girl" You into Being His

[Yandere! Nerd x Popular! GN! Reader]

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You're one of the popular people in school: surrounded by tons of friends, always going out on dates every weekend, and always invited to every party.

To say the least, you loved you life.

However, while your social life was on an upward trajectory, you struggled a little bit with your classes. And with an upcoming physics midterm giving you anxiety, you knew that you had to do something.

"H-hey, Y/N," some random nerd (Nate?) who sat beside you in class said. He wore a really large smile and his eyes seemed to shine with adoration the more he stared at you.

"Yeah?" you asked, anger seeping into your tone due to your stress levels.

"If you want a tutor, I can help you out?" Nate cheerily smiled, almost begging you to accept his offer.

He wanted you to accept so badly! He loves you so desperately!

You vaguely recalled this nerdy guy as the one who kept following you around like a lovesick puppy. However, given your high social status, you didn't pay him too much attention.

"Eww," you scoffed, oblivious to his frown. Ugh, what would your friends say if they saw you with him?

You didn't like the idea of owing anyone, plus, Nate would most likely just drool all over you as you attempted to study.

*Sigh, it's just the price to pay for being pretty.

After school, you were making your way down the hall when you noticed that the door to your physics class was slightly ajar, and there was zero sign of the teacher. And on the desk was a little, tantalizing manilla folder.

You knew it was wrong, that you could get in some serious trouble (even risking expulsion), yet you couldn't resist rushing inside and snatching the folder off the desk to peek at its contents.

And voilà!

The answers to the midterm were in your clutches. Thinking quickly, you took a quick picture of the answers with your phone and placed them back into the folder, setting it on the desk and rushing out of the classroom.

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You got an A+ on your physics midterm.

"Good work, Y/N," the teacher even said as she handed you back your exam. "I can tell you studied a lot."

"Sure did," you confidently said, a wide smile on your face. You were on top of the world, having passed the hard test with absolutely zero negative consequences.

You were riding high for most of the school day, already planning out your weekend that was supposed to be full of partying and flirting with the quarterback of the football team (he has muscles for days), when Nate approached you at your locker.

"Hey there, Y/N," he smirked, his eyes narrowing for some reason.

"Whaaaat?" you sighed, already fed up with this loser who seemed to just want to waste your precious time.

"I heard you got a perfect score on the midterm," Nate knowingly grinned, something in his tone making you wince. "That's pretty impressive, seeing as how you were a little worried before."

You rolled your eyes, slamming your locker shut as you readied yourself to storm off. "Are you trying to say that I'm not smart?" you deflected. "That's not nice." You spun around on your heels.

"Neither is cheating," Nate muttered, making you freeze.

Slowly, you turn around to stare Nate down. Despite your face going pale at the thought of being found out, you saw that Nate had a big smirk on his... did... did he know? No, there was no way.

You were careful, right?

"What are you talking about?" you asked, trying to act all cool, but your heart was racing like crazy in your chest.

The knowing smirk on Nate's face, the way he narrowed his cold calculating eyes at you, and the way he chuckled let you know that something was wrong. Plus, Nate was WAY taller than you, and the way he towered over you, leaning threateningly over you, was enough to make you shiver.

Something was definitely wrong.

Nate snatched his phone out of his pocket and held it up to your stunned face. On the screen was something horrible:

A video recording of you sneaking into the physics room, and taking a picture of the midterm answers.

How?

How could Nate have recorded you cheating? You were so careful to not get caught?

...and worse...

...w-was Nate following you? Why else would he record you?

The blood drained from your face as you watched the video play over and over on Nate's phone.

Out of instinct, you tried to snatch it away from the nerd, but he was too fast for you. He held it up in his grasp, way out of your reach.

Nate mock-frowned at you. "That's not very nice, Y/N," he teased. "Now let's think about this real quick."

You huffed and fought with all of your might to not roll your eyes (again).

"If I were to show this copy to the school board," Nate continued, his voice slow and smooth, "and yes, I said 'Copy'-- then you'd be expelled. And then what would happen to you?"

If you were expelled, it'd be the end of the world for you, no exaggeration. Your parents are super strict, and if they found out you'd cheated on a midterm, they'd blister your ass. And if they found out you'd been expelled for cheating on a midterm, then you'd might as well dig your own grave.

And Nate inferred that he had more than one copy of the video of you cheating.

No matter how much you wanted to deny it, the stupid nerd had you cornered.

Hangin your head in defeat, you tried to hide your reddening face. "You can't show that video," you whispered. "...please."

Nate snorted as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Oh?" he questioned, challenging you. "And what's stopping me?"

Fuck.

Your stomach was tied in knots, and the more you stared up at the smirking nerd, the more you realized that you had you cornered; both literally and figuratively.

"Well," you frowned, feeling as if you'd projectile vomit all over his cocky face, "what do you want?"

Nate's smirk grew and stretched out the confines of his face, the shadows crossing over it in an eerie manner. He leaned in closer to you, making your back press tightly against the cold locker that you were trapped against, especially when he pressed both of his arms on either side of your trembling frame.

"You," he answered flatly.

"...huh?" you asked.

Nate snorted and leaned down even closer, his nose brushing up against yours. "I want you," he said.

At first, a look of pure disgust crossed over your face. You were popular, the top fo the top! There was absolutely no way in the world that you'd be caught dead with someone as lowly as Nate!

But when his smirk transformed into a scowl, your face melted into a look of fear.

"Look, Y/N," Nate spat, "either you be mine, and only mine; or, I tell the school board that you're nothing but a filthy, lying cheater, and you get expelled."

Your heart fell the floor.

Nate continued to smile down at you. "The choice is yours, Y/N."

To be continued...? (depending on if people like Nate)

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liaa--qb · 2 months ago

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YANDERE!PERV X FEM!READER // PT1

warnings ;; nsfw themes, creepy behaviour, overall yandere themes

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˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who didn’t really believe in love at first sight. ‘People were horrible and mean, loves not real at all!’

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who immediately disregards his previous statement the moment he saw you, his ears perking up at the sound of your voice speaking to your fellow classmates.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who’s enamoured with you the first time you ran into the lecture hall, hair messed up, books all jumbled and bag almost falling off. You looked so perfect and sweet!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who watches you so intently as you work, he stares at you as if he’s an eagle. Everyone notices him staring at you and thinks he’s a perverted freak, but you don’t pay any mind to it. That must mean you think he’s okay!? that must mean you like him..<3

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who doesn’t even have a conversation with you for months but just practically eye-fucks you. He remembers all your outfits and if you ever rewore them. Your favourite sweater, which he wants to steal so he can do god knows what to it.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who almost whimpers when you sit next to him, He secretly thanks the person who stole your self assigned seat.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who’s eyes widen as he realises he’s going to have to speak to you. shit shit shit what should he do?!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who after 30 long minutes, has the courage to shyly ask for a pen. quickly hiding his stationary; he stutters, pauses, and whispers the 7 words. It’s practically impossible to understand him. “d..do you have…a p..pen that i can borrow..?”

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who almost combusts when you give him a polite grin, saying ‘of course!’ and lending him a pen before focusing back on your work. To you it was a conversation you don’t think twice about, for him? It made his entire month.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who can’t even focus on his work as he notices the bite marks on top of your pen. your lips and teeth touched the lid…his slender fingers slowly brush the bite marks, hands quivering with delight. Even a streak of blood couldn’t compare to how red he was. He’s keeping this pen no matter what.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who gasps in relief when you leave forgetting to ask for your pen back, he quickly puts it in his bag and beams happily all the way back to his flat. The happiest he’s been in years!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who places the stolen pen on his night desk, and kisses the top of it every night like a routine. ‘I’m practically kissing her~!’

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who slowly collects the things you accidentally leave behind. Half drunk water bottle? His. A tissue you used when it was getting a bit cold? In his pocket like it’s his hankerchief. A core of an apple you chucked into the trash can before walking into the class? Treats it like it’s Gods gift

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who built a mini shrine of your belongings at the back of his closet. His harmless little secret, no body, especially you needs to know.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who loves you so so so much! he’d do anything for you! ..even if you guys have only ever spoken once or twice.

“Mmm hey! Can you help me with this question…?”

purerae<3

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liaa--qb · 2 months ago

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Do you take requests?

If you do, could you write more about yandere nerd and maybe getting to know the reader better?

Oh and maybe the reader is actually kind of smart but still a mess? So they can actually kind of keep up with him 🥹

No pressure at all of course

۶ৎ pairing : yandere nerd x reader

a/n : awww that's such a cute request ♡ and yes, i AM currently open to asks. check out pt.1

where were you? why couldn't he find you anywhere? didn't you come to school today? how would he survive all those pests swarming him around without you to keep him going through the day?. . . Vance gnawed on his freshly manicured nails as the overwhelming thoughts clouded his mind.

the clock ticked to 8. you were supposed to be here by now. . . ah there you are! putting a pause to his worries, you finally entered the classroom. it was quite clear from the disheveled hair and uneven breathing that you quite literally ran to class. yet you still looked so breathtaking. . . it was as if he was meeting you for the first time again.

thankfully, your teacher didn't really make a fuss about your late entry to the class but the everyone's eyes still made you feel embarrassed. oh there's an empty seat, you quickly scurried off to the nearest seat to avoid anymore attention. and guess who it turned out to be next to? your infamous admirer, of course.

you were too busy taking out your books to even notice how a pair of green eyes longingly gazed at your figure from a distance. you were so close, yet so far away.

they smells so good too. . . call him a creep but God, he couldn't pass out on this opportunity now, could he?

he doesn't remember how fast time went by. it all felt so blurry to him. all he can remember is how your sweet scent filled his empty senses, the way your hair cascaded down your pretty face as you tried to note down every bit of information from the board ; the way your pencil scratched against the white paper only made him wonder if you'd scratch against his skin like that in the late hours of night.

who cares if he didn't pay attention to his teacher or his peers? he's one of the best in school, so it's not like someone would even dare to come close to him. from a chiseled body to a sharp brain, he has it all. all he wanted to do was shower his attention on his one and only bunny.

a chill ran down your spine. you have noticed how Vance has been looking at you for the past 40 minutes, the way his eyes lingered on your body for longer than it needed it. you didn't understand exactly what about you caught his eyes. yes, you were quite smart yourself but not enough to come close to the star student. ranking within top 10 of your class every year wasn't that bad you guess. but there wasn't anything special about you. you weren't pretty or skinny like the girls in your school, you weren't athletic like the guys either. art wasn't your forte and neither were you rich.

"alright class, there's a group project for this sem which makes up for 30% of your final grades", your teacher's announcement broke you out of your daydream. you inwardly sighed. . . you hated group projects because that meant you'd now have to socialise.

your teacher soon started to call out the names for the groups. and Vance saw it as the perfect opportunity to finally get close to his long term obsession. he liked the reactions you were giving. with your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and the cute pout giving it away how bothersome you found this. don't worry, baby, he knows how to play his cards right. . . and that's when he specially requested for a group of two. with just him and you. there was no way you could avoid him now.

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update : we now have a name for our cute yan! check out pt.2

⟢ yandere nerd who you met accidentally when your small figure collided with his broader torso in the hallway because you weren't carefully enough to see where you were going . . . silly little bunny.

⟢ yandere nerd who had a weird glint in his eyes as he looked down to see the fat tears swelling up at the corner of your eyes from embarrassment. thankfully, no one noticed how his lips curled into a small smirk as he excused himself.

⟢ yandere nerd who took a note of your cute face, just so he could spend that night relentlessly stalking you . . . after all, he's always been good at quenching his curiousity. it wasn't too much work to find out about someone like you, who was quite open on social media.

⟢ yandere nerd who's always graduating at the top of his class. he had his professors wrapped around his fingers. his peers feared him, some even admired his patience and dedication but he never cared about any of them, until a certain little bunny decided to catch his eyes.

⟢ yandere nerd who now had a new obsession to spend time on, besides his studies. but you'll always be far more interesting to study than those boring textbooks. he loves the way your chest rises and falls softly when you sleep or how cute you look when you puff up your cheeks in annoyance when you get a question wrong.

⟢ yandere nerd who was now enamoured with you, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce on his perfect little bunny.

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More Yandere Nerd thoughts...

Dead Dove Do Not Eat! MDNI ! NSFW !

Tw. Dubcon/ Noncon, stalking, yandere, mansplainer supreme, voyeurism, dumbification

Yandere Nerd who stares at you every single day in class. He thinks you're so pretty and cute, and he fucks his fist to the thought of you multiple times a day. He thinks you're far too dumb to truly be on par with him, but he likes that you're just smart enough to understand the same things he does.

Yandere Nerd who loves the confused little face you make when he goes off about some niche, hard to comprehend topic that he spends far too much time researching outside of class. You're not a ditz, but he likes being the one to put you in the same place as all the other brainless, pretty faced sluts he sees prance around on campus. No, no see you've got substance, don't you? That's probably the only thing more alluring that that adorable little hole he knows you have hidden so unfairly underneath all of your clothes.

Yandere Nerd who seethes with jealousy every time you get a shred of attention from anyone else. He hopes you're not fucking someone else behind his back. If you are, he loses his mind. How could you go for someone so lackluster in comparison to him? He'd lavish you with gifts, praise and attention if you would just look his way. In fact, he'd give you a lot more than that. He'd pound into you until you were babbling, speechless, and all you had to worry about was how stuffed full of cum you were going to be by the time he was done with you.

Yandere Nerd who is so damn insufferable when he gets his hands on you. He loves the fact that he has a little cutie like you in his life, and sometimes online he'll post photos of your gaping, stretched out entrance onto some obscure forum just so he can brag about how his little fucktoy is the best one there is.

Yandere Nerd who wants to see you wearing shit from his favorite hentai. Microkinis with stockings, cat ears, bunny outfits, maid costumes, virgin killer sweaters: you name it, and he's slapping his card on the table just so he can pound you silly in it. He loves taking photos of you from lewd angles. He makes you sit down and compare the ones he takes of you now that you're "dating" versus the more rushed, unflattering ones he got while sneaking cameras into your old room. He also makes you masturbate to your own pictures. His little darling has got to practice self love, you know?

Yandere nerd who tries to get you into every fandom and interest he has. He'll strap you down and keep you tied to a fucking machine for hours if you get the lore wrong for his favorite video game or book series, so you better pay attention if you don't want to get any dumber.

Yandere Nerd who makes you come up with new ways to reward him every time he accomplishes something academically.

"If I get a 98 or above on this exam, you have to cock warm me with your mouth for at least three hours while you sit on a dildo as a treat. You will do it, right? For me? Don't I deserve a treat for once?"

He doesn't even have to try all that hard to score that high, he just likes seeing you hope that he fails even though you know it's no use. Yandere Nerd is an asshole, and he totally deserved to be rejected by you before you got kidnapped, but how're you going to tell him that when you're stuck sucking on his balls?

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Fairy trees of the Baltic Coast II by Heiko Gerlicher

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Aemond Targaryen, Alicent Hightower & Helaena Targaryen (HOTD) - Credit if using

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‘The Bitter Bond.’

Chapter XXXII

As the next morning had come, Daerlyssa and Aemond had both made their way down, ready to fly out with a given oath, signed from Lord Borros himself.

“Within four fortnights, we will have our men” Daerlyssa spoke, as she stood opposite him, “as of you, we have promised a dragon, for your safety. That is what you will receive.”

“Very well-?”

“If-!” Daerlyssa interrupted, “you do not do as you swore, we will still give you a dragon.”

“But we can not guarantee your safety” Aemond spoke with a sly smirk at the end.

“That is.. rich, coming from you” Lord Borros muttered.

But it was not a mutter whispered nor spoken in his head. It was a mutter spoken out loud, enough for both to hear.

Aemond tilted his head, waiting for Lord Borros to explain his sudden attitude.

“It is quite obvious, Prince” Lord Borros chuckled.

“It is not. Not at all, in fact” Daerlyssa responds.

“Your brother is dead and you jump into his wife’s bed” Lord Borros responds, “it is obvious.”

“Mind your tongue, Lord Borros” Daerlyssa warned him.

“You came into my home, than I granted your stay-! And yet still, you insult me? Under my roof?” Lord Borros seemed stunned by the Targaryen’s and their confidence.

“Do you understand what you are accusing us of?” Daerlyssa asks, “that is an act of treason.”

Before Lord Borros could open his mouth to spawn his death sentence, Aemond had stepped forward, his hand holding firmly onto his jaw.

“I could have you killed” he whispered, the devil in his eye.

“Aemond?” Daerlyssa called out in alarm.

It was one thing, to worry that she would be unsuccessful, in bringing back what she was asked of. Yet it was another worry, to see a red flame ignite in his eyes.

“Will you?” Lord Borros asks.

“Do you wish it?” Aemond responds with another question, his voice condensing.

“Aemond, that is enough. Lord Borros knows himself” Daerlyssa had stepped forward, wishing to pull the two apart.

“Accuse me of murdering my brother again” his voice continued to come across condescending, except now Daerlyssa knew he meant every word her spoke.

“Aemond, please-?” Daerlyssa held his shoulder, only to get pushed back harshly, herself hitting the ground by his sudden movement.

“Do not pull me back!” He shouted out, before turning around with softened voice, “Daerlyssa?”

He rushed to her side, wishing to help her up, but she had put her hand up to him, helping herself up.

“Have our men ready. Good bye” she turned away embarrassed, heading out without Aemond beside her.

Turning to face him, Aemond continued to hold his anger towards him, “this is not over.”

With one final look, he had followed out after Daerlyssa.

…

“Daerlyssa!” Aemond called out as he walked rapidly behind her, “I’m sorry, -!”

The two had returned to Dragonstone not long after.

“I know” Daerlyssa nods, turning to face him, “it was an accident, yes. Just- be careful.”

“Daerlyssa you had come inbetween” Aemond looked at her confused, “he accused me of murder.”

“Aemond, i need his men. We need his men, in order to have enough support, against the Hightowers. I understand your anger but i need this alliance” Daerlyssa responded.

“So i let myself be accused?” Aemond scoffed.

“No. Lord Borros understands what happens to who commits acts of treason” Daerlyssa responds, “but until gain the Stormlands and Westerlands, his punishment must be put to hold.”

“Right” Aemond nods.

“I know that you are angry” Daerlyssa sighed.

“You know nothing. Your brother did not die right in front of you!” Aemond shouted out.

“Aegon was my best friend. I feel every bit of grief-?”

“And yet no one blames you! I am who everyone turns to point a finger at. Me!” Aemond had lost his cool and quite a sudden, when Daerlyssa stared back at him confused.

“Aemond no one thinks that” Daerlyssa responds, “Lord Borros is simply just a man who is driven by ego and finds pleasure in making sarcastic jokes about others. You should not take his word to heart.”

“Put yourself in my position, Daerlyssa. Only then will you understand” Aemond had responded, at the ready when he turned away, and walked off.

Daerlyssa had watched him leave, her eyes filled with worry, as Aemond’s attitude is something she hadn’t expected. A sudden motion, and she stood still not knowing what must be done.

Daemon had taken a couple of days away from Kings landing, a mission he tended to deliver on his own, as he had sneaked passed the guards and found his way into the head quarters of Old Town, disguised as a rat catcher.

He had hidden himself amongst a room of people that had worked alongside Otto and Aidan both.

“What will you do when we bring her back?” One asked in curiosity.

“For what she and her father had done, as long as she ends with death, it does not matter what we do.”

Daemon continued to listen on, a risky move as he was sat in the same chamber, his hands trembling in anger as he pretended his job.

“You should fuck her in front of her father” another spoke, only to receive cheers and agreements.

“I’ll rape her and shove her father’s withered cock down her throat!”

Hearing those words, Daemon could only keep himself calm as he knew he would get his justice towards the end of the night.

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Raymond, one of Aidan’s workers, was the last to walk the dark corridor, as he kept a watch to all the rooms hidden from under the building.

Walking down, Raymond could only wonder if he was being followed, due to the presence of haunting steps behind him.

He hand turned around once.

And then again.

And again.

But each time he had come unsuccessful, to witnessing another.

He had given one last look, before he shook his head in disappointment, turning back around.

His eyes and mouth were quick to be covered, as he had been dragged across into a chamber, with no understanding to what was going on.

After being pushed against a wall, the door closing behind him, Raymond found himself head to head with the dragon himself, his mouth agape as he had been ready to scream.

“If you utter out a single world I will cut your throat” Daemon whispered to him, his blade against the young man’s neck.

Raymond nodded, before Daemon’s hand slowly slid off his mouth.

“There is one of you, and thousands of us Prince. You will not stand a chance” Raymond responded.

“I am your King now, boy” Daemond whispered, glaring back at him.

“You are no King, merely Viserys brother and even he did not see you fit to have you a seat at the council” Raymond smirked.

“My brother wished to keep peace, but that was long before what you had done to my daughter” Daemon responds.

Raymond gulped, realising he was caught out.

“Tell me what it is you wished to do to my daughter, hm?” Daemon asks.

“I do not know-?”

“Rape her in front of me before shoving my withered cock down her throat?” Daemon scoffed.

Raymond blinked repeatedly out of fear, Daemons fingers digging deep into his skin as he continued to have him held from his jaw.

“Why must you persist-?”

“Because you came for my child!” Daemon shouted back, his hands now craddling around Raymond’s neck, “my daughter!”

“It was not me! I-! Aidan-!” Raymond gasped as he slapped Daemons arm in hopes that he would let go.

“Men like you, who are willing to sacrifice your men for your safety are not honourable. There is no loyalty, and no reason for you to have an honourable death” Daemond stared back in the eyes of a man heaving, shortness of breath.

With a chuckle, he leaned in to whisper, his voice tempting and devilish, “perhaps i shall have your head delivered to your wife, gifted with your cock shoved in that foul mouth.”

After cooling down, Aemond had decided to look for Daerlyssa, in order of giving a proper apology as he understood her reasons, and knew that she understood his too.

Walking through the hallways, he had walked across an open door chamber, only to take a couple of steps back to it when he heard Daerlyssa’s voice.

She sat beside her maid, a Grand Maester beside her as he touched up her injured arm with ointment.

“Please.. do not tell the Prince of this” Daerlyssa spoke, “he is.. he has his own problems right now, and I do not wish to burden him with something this small.”

“I would not exactly call it small, Princess” the Grand Maester responded, “it was a harsh fall, and quite frankly the swelling in your arm is not a good sign.”

“But it will heal” Daerlyssa responds, “.. I do not want Aemond to believe himself at fault. He is troubled, and needs my help. So let us keep this to ourselves.”

Overhearing, Aemond had stood to the side, not wishing to get caught and could only stand silently, as guilt continued to consume the better of him.

It was after four fortnights, that Daerlyssa had gained the men of the Stormland’s, alongside a raven with them, as they had travelled to the coast of Dragonstone, where the Princess had awaited their arrival.

“It seems Lord Borros is eager for a dragon to protect his castle” Daerlyssa spoke as he turns to Aemond, “it seems the Hightowers have found him out, on his support.”

“What do you wish we do?” Aemond asks.

“We had made a pact” Daerlysss responds, “but i know you are against protecting a man like him. I could not blame you either.”

“So I kill him?” Aemond asks.

“That is your call” Daerlyssa responds, “but I just begin travelling to Casterly Rock. The Lannisters are expecting me.”

“They will not give up the men of the Westerlands to fight against the Hightowers” Aemond responds, “Lord Tyland Lannister served beside my grandfather all those years. He is loyal.”

“There is a possibility a fight is to break out” Daerlyssa nods, “but I am not going down without one.”

“The Lannisters have more, stronger men” Aemond warns her.

“And I have a dragon” Daerlyssa responds, shrugging to the obvious statement.

“They came for my daughter” Daemon point to the head laying at his foot.

“So you behead a man?” Alicent asks, “as if we haven’t enough problems.”

“Tell me, Alicent” Daemon sighed, “would you let a man get away with threatening to rape your daughter?”

“What?” Alicent turns her head to face him.

“Look at your daughter” he points to her, “look to her, and tell her you would not kill the man who claims the idea of raping her.”

She turned away silently, with nothing to say back.

“You are a mother” Daemon spoke with a low voice, “you of all, should understand the pain of it.”

“So killing a man will help to change minds?” Alicent scoffed.

“No one comes for my daughter, Alicent” Daemon responded, “you want to know why I kill? Why I would tear every head off every body, from limb to limb? Because it sends a message.”

Walking closer, Daemon had kicked the head to the side, watching it roll over, blood dripping with a trail.

With a whisper, he had leaned down to her ear, “if you wish to send a message for Aegon… do it.”

Turning away, he had left the young woman in question, staring back at the disfigured head before her, causing him to smirk.

He knew in the end, he would cause the downfall of house Hightower, the moment he turns Alicent against them.

Aemond had arrived to Storm’s End, awaiting Lord Borros’ greeting, as he stood outside, Vhagar on guard behind him.

“You have made me wait long enough, boy” Lord Borros spat out, “give me my dragon!”

“The only way you can have a dragon to protect you, Lord Borros, is for the Dragon to choose you” Aemond responds, stepping to one side.

Lord Borros had looked up, from one eye to two, staring in the eyes of the might beat, Vhagar’s growl echoing to his stomach.

“That is not what we had agreed on” Lord Borros responds, “where is she? Where is the Princess?”

“The Princess had other matters to attend” Aemond responds, as he had been directly face Vhagar.

He then turned back around to Lord Borros, a smirk on his face, “what do you know of loyalty, Lord Borros?”

“I’m sorry?” Lord Borros was confused by Aemond’s sudden question.

“Dragons will only serve to Lord’s of loyalty” Aemond responds, his eye twitching within his soul, “what do you know, of loyalty?”

“I have served your Queen faithfully as you’ve asked. That is loyalty” Lord Borros responds.

“Our Queen? And is she not yours?” Aemond asks, “or did you simply wish a dragon beside you, that is why you had agreed?”

“Listen here boy-!”

“Say it” he whispered.

Lord Borros scoffed, as he shook his head in disappointment.

“Say what you think!” Aemond shouted back.

“I made it clear when I told you the first time, young Prince” Lord Borros responded with confidence, “your brother died in your hands, so you could bed his wife. I see the way you look at her.”

Aemond had let out a soft chuckle, and soon after his laughter had become hysterical, as Lord Borros stood back and watched.

He had eventually gone silent again, his eye staring back at once again.

“You have served the Princess faithfully” He whispered, “she thanks you for it.”

“What-? What are you-?” Lord Borros stuttered.

“Dracarys” Aemond spoke, his head high.

“Drac-? What-?” Lord Borros continued to stutter, his eyes glancing to Vhagar who seemed agitated, his head lifting up towards him.

With the dragon’s mouth becoming agape, Lord Borros could not run nor turn away, his feet feeling suddenly glued to the ground, due to the initial shock.

That initial shock becoming the cause of his death, when Vhagar’s hot breath flickered in the air, and soon after her flames ignited his body, turning him to ash.

Aemond, who stood beside him, had watched the Lord turn to dust, with no remorse, but felt his dignity gain back, after the insults had burnt to dust alongside the one that had made them.

Daerlyssa had marched to the Westerlands, as she had taken along the Stormlanders with her.

“And what brings you here?” Lord Jason Lannister had greeted her at the gates of Casterly Rock.

Daerlyssa had handed over a raven to one of her soldiers, who had then passed on to Lord Lannister.

Jason Lannister had stood back as he unraveled the raven, reading with an expression that Daerlyssa could not make out, but from what it seemed, he was hardly impressed by it.

“You wish for me to fight for your mother?” Lord Jason Lannister looked up at her confused.

“For your Queen, yes” Daerlyssa responds.

“Then perhaps she has not informed you of the political world, Princess” he responded, “we have been allies, alongside the Hightowers since the beginning of an era.”

“And yet they have turned their back on their oath’s and threatened the Queen, and killed one of our own” Daerlyssa responds.

“And who is that?” He asks, taking a step forward with his head tilted, intrigued.

“Prince Aegon Targaryen, Second of his name, slain by your allies, what do you have to say for that?” Daerlyssa asks.

With a gulp he had responded, “that was not anything concerned to us.”

“Then will the Queen have her commands met or not?” Daerlyssa asks.

“Princess-?”

As Jason Lannister had let out a nervous chuckle, a dragon’s shriek had taken over his chords, leaving him silenced.

Despite travelling by horse, Daerlyssa’s dragon had followed with her, as he had flown above the clouds, guarding the Princess and her safety.

With Vhagar and Aemond not present to do so, at that given moment, her protection could only be granted by the young Dragon himself, Nighthawk.

He had travelled by night, and camouflaged through the clouds by day, yet a hawks eye, having been able to witness and hear every sound and movement from below.

“What is that?” Lord Jason Lannister pointed up to the clouds, not being able to see, and could only hear.

“That is my dragon, Vestrasõna” Daerlyssa responded with a smile, “but let us not worry of him. You can only worry if you deny the Queen’s offer.”

“Princess, you understand my hands are tied here. I can not” Lord Jason Lannister responded.

“For that, I would have to label you a traitor to the realm” Daerlyssa responded, “is that what you truly wish, whilst I am still giving you a chance? Not many would be this merciful.”

“I do not mean this with offence, but your mother was the rightful heir, only until your late husband was born, no?” He asks, “she is a woman-?”

“And yet she was crowned, and sits the iron throne, and will have your head on a spike if you do not mind your tongue” Daerlyssa responded harshly.

With a nod, Lord Jason Lannister had held his hands up in defence, tumbling back.

“I know of no ruler, of the Seven Kingdoms, except my mother” Daerlyssa responded, “and I will accept no other than the Queen, my mother.”

She watched Lord Jason Lannister sweat in his own shoes, looking back at her with worried eyes, as Vestrasõna had shrieked within the clouds yet again, “now, will I have your men, or not?”

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Ours Never Knew Peace

Pairing: Helaena Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen Warnings: Targcest/incest, explicit sexual content. Word count: ~3k

Summary: Helaena has grown weary of Aemond; though he is a welcome source of comfort outside of a loveless marriage that is for appearances only, he handles her with a gentleness that she knows is not his true nature. A chance discovery from a flower merchant upon the docks allows her to exert the control that, until now, has always eluded her.

Author's note: For @emilykaldwen and written for my Big Fucking Stupid Sex Pollen Writing Challenge. No tag list. Follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications.

Helaena felt irritable. She fidgeted as Aemond read to her, his soft voice doing little to ease her discomfort as he recited from the pages of Septon Barth’s ‘Dragons, Wyrms, and Wyverns: Their Unnatural History’. The fingers of her younger brother’s free hand seemed to snag upon every tangle in her hair as they stroked through it, making her wince. It was as though she could feel the very bones of his thighs digging into the back of her skull as she lay with her head in his lap. The mattress beneath her back was lumpy, the fabric of her gown too restrictive, the air itself seemed as though it meant to stifle her.

With a huff of frustration, she reached up, snatched the book from Aemond and snapped it closed, before tossing it carelessly onto the bed beside them. She scowled to herself, clasping her hands across her middle and twisting the rings upon her fingers as her brother looked down at her, his single eyed gaze narrowed in confusion.

“What did you do that for?” he asked, his hand stilling in her hair to rest gently at the crown of her head.

It was a reasonable question, but not one that Helaena had a good answer for. “I am bored.”

She noticed Aemond blink, the faintest twitch of his eyebrow. It would be an expression that would be easily missed by anyone else, but she knew it all too well – his feelings were hurt. She sighed, pulling herself into a seated position and resting against the headboard beside him. “I do not mean you are boring. I just mean…I am restless. I want to go out.”

Aemond hummed in acknowledgement, reaching for the book to place it upon the bedside table before turning to her. “We could take a walk around the gardens, or perhaps we could go flying. If I were to accompany you to the Dragonpit, you could meet me above the Kingswood once I’ve found Vha–”

Helaena groused in frustration, cutting him off, as she pressed the heels of her palms to her eyes. She allowed her hands to fall heavily back into her lap, balling into the soft satin, eggshell blue fabric of her skirts before she spoke again. “I mean out – like you and Aegon do. There is a market at the docks today, I have heard.” She watched as Aemond pursed his lips, his long fingers drumming anxiously against his thigh. He wanted to say no. She would not let him. “I will go anyway if you say no,” she urged, “would you not rather be there to ensure my safety?”

“Fine,” he muttered with a roll of his eye as his shoulders sagged in defeat.

Helaena fought the urge to giggle in triumph. She had known that would work. It always did.

Half an hour later, having ensured that Jaehaerys and Jaehaera were safely still in the care of the nursemaids, and would remain so, Helaena stood in her chambers draped in Aemond’s black woolen hooded cloak. It was ill fitting, almost sweeping the floor by her feet, and somehow much too large in the shoulders, while simultaneously not feeling roomy enough around either the chest or hips. However, if she felt silly then she could only begin to imagine how Aemond must feel having borrowed Aegon’s. She watched, biting back a laugh, as he wrinkled his nose, inspecting a deep, dark stain that smeared down the front of the cloak’s chest – if she had to guess, she would have said it was wine. She hoped it was wine. The hem of it barely reached his thighs, with the ends of the sleeves stopping well before his wrists. He looked like a praying mantis caught in a handkerchief.

“We could swap, you know?” Helaena offered, fiddling with the brass filigree clasp of Aemond’s cloak between her thumb and forefinger.

Her younger brother lifted his gaze to her, features twisted in disgust. “If you could smell this one, that is an offer of trade you would soon retract.”

He kept his hand at the small of her back as he ushered her through the passageway in the stone wall, only stopping to move in front of her and take her hand as he led her down the spiral staircase, and out and away from the Keep. He remained as her shadow as they picked their way quickly and carefully through the winding streets of King’s Landing, towards the docks of Blackwater Bay. Aemond and Aegon usually did much of their creeping out of the castle by nightfall, so had to be less careful when obscuring their appearance, as the darkness did much of the work for them. In the blazing sunshine of the day, Helaena longed to throw back her hood and let the breeze ruffle through her long silver hair, however, eager to keep their identities hidden, Aemond stopped at every corner to ensure that her head still remained fully covered.

Her younger brother’s protectiveness of her was a curse as much as it was a blessing. Her marriage to their elder, Aegon, had been one of duty – neither of them had wanted it – and she had expected to feel the same way about their child when she had learned she was expecting. However, when Jaehaerys and Jaehaera were born, Helaena had been filled with a love she did not know she was capable of. It spread through her body like honey, viscous and seeping into the very cracks of her soul. It had not been until after the twins were born that anything romantic had blossomed between her and Aemond. She had known that he had always desired her, he had expressed his wish to marry her on more than one occasion to their mother, but as Aegon was heir it had to be him she would be married to, his children she must bear.

Aegon did not touch her again once their children were born, considering his duty to both her and their family fulfilled. Lonely, and feeling self conscious about the changes that birthing twins had wrought upon her body, Helaena had sought comfort in the willing arms of Aemond, and it was nice – at first. He was protective and respectful, gentle and careful with her in a way that Aegon never was. He looked at her with such adoration as he coaxed tender pleasure from her body that it made her feel as though her heart would burst with the intensity of it. Over time, she grew bored of it. Helaena did not wish for devotion, or to be handled as though she was made of spun glass. She did not crave lovemaking. She wanted to know what it felt to be desired, to experience the raw, primal hunger of unbridled lust. She wanted to be fucked. She had seen the way that Aegon ogled the pretty young maid servants of the Keep and it made her feel envious – not of the broken vows that lay between them; they were as meaningless to her as they were to him. Helaena envied the maid servants because they knew what it felt like to be lusted after. She had attempted to guide Aemond’s hand on more than one occasion – presenting herself to him on all fours, or taking his hand to wrap it around her throat, he had maneuvered her onto her back, pulled his hand away, a look of concern on his face as he had uttered “I do not wish to hurt you.”

It seemed that Helaena was destined to remain unfulfilled – that was until she stepped into the market upon the docks.

The briny sea air carried with it the squall of swooping gulls upon the shoreline, their cries piercing through the thrum of the busy market. The scent of spiced meats being cooked over open flames carried with it a thick smoke, the tendrils of which stretched outwards before being carried towards the horizon. There were stalls selling more herbs than Helaena dared to count, silk merchants offering spools of fabric in numerous lurid shades, and jewellers peddling hammered brass jewellery inlaid with jewels that glittered in the sunlight. Each stall holder’s shouts to entice customers seemed louder than the last. Helaena walked slowly through the crowd, which parted wordlessly for her, all intimidated by the hooded spectre at her back. She was blissfully unaware of Aemond’s looming, silent presence though, too wide eyed with wonder at the sights, sounds and smells. All of her earlier overstimulation was long forgotten, replaced by burning curiosity which propelled her forward in earnest, she wanted to see everything.

As a trader pushed their overfilled wagon out of the way, Helaena had a clear view across the market, and her gaze was immediately drawn to a flower stand. Breaking free of Aemond’s grasp, she moved swiftly before the crowd could close in upon the gap that had been created, making her way towards it. It was not the colourful array of roses, gillyflowers or lavender that attracted her attention though – she had interest in only one flower. The full, frilly petals of large, white blossoms held her transfixed. She had only read about them in books, and seen them illuminated by maesters in the pages that presented their information to her. She knew they were used in perfumes, and their scent and pollen held a potency that when administered had a drastic effect on a person’s carnal desires.

“May I help you?” a woman with a thick Lyseni accent asked, stepping towards her. When Helaena finally tore her eyes away from the flowers, and looked at the merchant, she saw a kind face, framed by ebony curls pulled into a loose braid that draped over one slender shoulder. Her eyes were dark, vibrantly so in contrast with her golden brown skin. The steel bracelets upon her wrists tinkled gently with each movement of her hands.

“Are these spiceflowers?” Helaena asked, nodding towards the white blooms upon her cart.

The woman glanced over her shoulder at the flowers, then turned back to Helaena with a smirk. “Very well spotted. They are.”

Helaena grinned, excitedly rolling up onto the balls of her feet before settling firmly back on her feet once more. “I will take them all.”

The woman’s eyes widened momentarily, before she tilted her head. The sun caught her irises, turning them to pools of honey, making her seem almost feline as she regarded the princess with keen curiosity. “Are you aware of what these flowers…do?”

Helaena smiled wryly, casting a quick look behind her to ensure Aemond had not yet found her, then turned back to face the older woman. “Why else would I want to buy them?”

As she turned away, now cradling a large, parchment wrapped bouquet of spiceflowers, she collided with the chest of someone much taller than her. She lifted her eyes, met by the furious stare of her brother, his stern face partially obscured by both the hood of Aegon’s cloak and his eyepatch. “You must not run off like that”, he hissed, grasping her arm hard enough to make her wince in pain. He released her the moment he saw both her discomfort and attempt to shrink away from him. Aemond was thoughtless when angered, but even he knew that touch was a privilege that his sister did not bestow upon many, so it was not one he would abuse without consequence. His voice and demeanour softened in silent apology. “I was concerned for your safety.”

“We can go now,” she told him with an easy shrug, “I got what I wanted.”

“You made us come all this way for flowers?” he asked, unable to hide his sneer of derision as he looked down at the bouquet she held.

“The flower that follows the sun does so even on cloudy days,” she murmured to herself, gazing fondly down the pretty white bundle she held in her arms.

“Mmm, if you say so,” Aemond sighed, his touch now much gentler as he laid his hand upon her shoulder to guide her through the crowd and away from the docks.

His dismissal did not bother Helaena, she was used to it. Their mother, their grandfather, Aegon, no one in their family seemed to fully grasp the meaning of her words when she said them, choosing instead to wave her off as moon eyed and fanciful. She was happy to let them think that. Their underestimation of her was of little consequence to her when she knew exactly what she meant to say, and the importance of it. Perhaps after today, at least Aemond would finally hear her.

She lifted the bouquet to his face as they walked back the way they had come, giggling as he grimaced and spluttered, pushing the flowers away as he fought back a sneeze. “Stop that, you will draw attention to us,” he scolded quietly.

Helaena allowed her thoughts to consume her the rest of the walk back to the Keep. She thought of all the things she could do with her purchase – she could grind the flowers into a poultice to be brewed into a tea, or steep the petals with cinnamon to make perfume. She smiled to herself, imagining dabbing the concoction upon her wrists and using it to entice her brother to be more bold in his claiming of her.

By the time they made it back through the passageway in the wall of Helaena’s bedchamber, Aemond was visibly trembling, his breaths shallow, with sweat visible upon his brow. She knew that it was a warm day, and even she felt close to being too hot draped in his cloak, however, she saw no reason for him to be so affected. Aemond was physically fit, a walk from the Keep to the docks and back was not enough to exert him.

Realisation dawned upon her as she looked into his eye, seeing the way his pupil was blown wide, the way he watched her with almost predatory interest. It sent a shiver down her spine. She had not realised the flowers would have an effect on their own. Placing the paper wrapped bundle down upon a side table, she moved towards her brother, unclasping the cloak he wore and allowing it to drop from his shoulders – an attempt to cool him from the effects of the pollen he had doubtless inhaled on their walk home. In response, Aemond grasped her waist, pulling her to him. This time she did not try to shrink away; she welcomed the press of his arousal against her thigh, the roughness in his touch. Butterflies danced in her lower belly at the heat that radiated from his skin. There was something primal in the way that his body curled around hers, how he looked at her as though he meant to devour her. And despite it all, Helaena knew she was in control – for the moment.

“On your knees,” she uttered softly, reaching up to cradle the back of his neck.

Aemond needed no further instruction as he dropped before her, pushing her back against the edge of her vanity table as he parted the cloak she wore. Bunching fistfuls of satin in his fists, he pushed her skirts above her hips, dipping deft fingers beneath to drag the smallclothes down her stockinged legs, tossing them over his shoulder. She gasped, her back arching as he dove between her parted thighs, licking at her with the ferocity of a man starved. Helaena was not gentle as she tangled her fingers into his hair, holding him in place as she ground her hips, using him for her pleasure. He groaned, and the sound reverberated through her body, setting every nerve ending ablaze, as the ache within her grew to become near intolerable. She wanted the feeling to last, to keep his cheeks pressed against the plush softness of her inner thighs forever, but as he lashed at her pearl with the tip of his tongue, she came undone with a violent shudder. She yelped as her legs shook, bucking against his mouth as the hand not buried in Aemond’s hair scrabbled for purchase against the wooden surface of the vanity table.

Far from sated, her shaking hands met Aemond’s, helping him as he rose, his chin shining with the evidence of her arousal. He tugged at the lacings of her gown, pulling it from her shoulders and down her body. Her hands moved to the clasp of his cloak at her throat, but he stilled her.

“No, leave it on,” he commanded, voice gruff with unfettered lust.

Helaena trembled, a mixture of excitement, nervousness and pure need coursing through her as she sat bare before her younger brother, draped only in his cloak. He looked more beast than man, and as she reached to guide his face back between her thighs, he pulled away. His obedience had run its course, as had Helaena’s domination of him. She bit her lip, eyes wide as she braced herself against the table, sending glass bottles toppling over. He freed himself, and she had never seen him in such a state, so hard it appeared almost painful, the tip of him weeping with his own desire.

Aemond grabbed her, the predilection to be gentle long since past as he turned her swiftly, pressing her front flat against the surface upon which she had previously perched. As the blunt head of him pressed insistently against her slick entrance, Helaena lifted her gaze to the looking glass, a dreamy smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she watched. Her brother was a man possessed behind her, his fingers creating indents in the swell of her hips as he pulled her back towards him.

Finally, Helaena knew what it meant to be desired, and ensured it was a feeling she never went without again. Less than a year later, she gave birth to her son, Maelor.

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