#aemond targaryen x yn

[aemxnd]

only you | aemond x niece!reader

You return to King’s Landing after a decade away from your childhood best friend, Aemond. While your feelings remain the same, his have changed.

WARNINGS: canon typical incest, angst all over the shop, physical assault, blood kink, knife, death threats, crying, v fingering, handjob, p in v sex

WORDS: 4k

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

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The commotion of the royal court swirled around you, distant gatherings of people engaged in conversation and merriment simply orbiting the room and yet your focus remained anchored to one among them.

The poker-straight platinum blonde locks flowing over his shoulders. The thin leather strap coiled neatly around his head. The tight cut of his leather suit perfectly formed to the shape of his body beneath. You smiled to yourself as you took in his lithe figure. How tall he had grown. How handsome he had become.

He suddenly turned to face you, finding you instantly amongst the bustling crowd. Your smile grew wider as you waited for his in return, only to discover his thin lips tightened to a fierce pout and his remaining eye clenched under a suspicious frown. The invisible daggers fired from his gaze to yours spoke a thousand words of Aemond’s true feelings that certainly did not match yours, fading your smile in a heartbeat.

His fiery gaze returned to the room, engaged in a thoughtful exchange with his mother, Queen Alicent, or rather stood firm while she held intense conversation with his somewhat unresponsive frame. He clasped his hands behind his back, idly twirling his fingers together as if he would rather be anywhere other than here in this moment.

“My lords and ladies,” King Viserys’ voice boomed through the hall, the crowd falling silent in waves as they turned to face his address, holding a golden goblet aloft. The announcement snapped you out of your stupor but as you looked back at the spot where you left Aemond, he and the Queen were gone. Suddenly, a hard shoulder bumped against yours and platinum blonde locks billowed in the corner of your sight.

Uncomfortable from your last exchange, you quickly averted your gaze to the floor and noticed his familiar black boots standing beside you, damn near willing themselves to sink into the floor instead of be this close to you.

“Let us drink to the continuation of pure Targaryen blood,” the King continued. “For tonight, I am happy to announce the pending marriage of two souls born of dragon blood, a pairing that grew up side-by-side here at King’s Landing, only to be tragically separated for the last decade. Now they are reunited at last, this is by all accounts a truly perfect match to continue the Targaryen bloodline from the Dragonpit to the Iron Throne.”

You swallowed hard, finding a particularly interesting flagstone to focus on instead of the commotion in the hall.

“I hereby declare the betrothal of my granddaughter Y/N, daughter of my firstborn Princess Rhaenyra to my son, Prince Aemond.”

After a moment’s silence, a tardy round of applause spread throughout the hall, no doubt delayed by the couple’s refusal to even look at each other.

“I take great pleasure in wishing the young couple the happiest of futures together, bound in blood and hopefully bearing numerous grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, for myself and the Queen.”

Cheers erupted from a number of angles in the room, although you didn’t dare to look up to see who had created them.

“A toast to Y/N and Aemond,” King Viserys called over to you, goblet hoisted in your direction as you tore your vision away from your chosen flagstone to find your grandsire beaming from ear to ear. “May their marriage be fruitful, and may said fruits be as bright as the sun above us!”

Aemond scoffed under his breath beside you, barely stifling a chuckle at his father’s declarations until the applause gradually ceased. Upon the sound of the last pair of hands clapping together and the room’s dull roar of conversation returning to normal, Aemond’s black boots scurried away behind you to leave the hall.

“Go to him,” whispered the Queen beside you, nervously wringing her palms together in front of her. “Despite appearances, you may be the only one to talk sense into him.”

“Yes, your Grace,” you agreed without question, grasping your skirt to hasten your escape as you followed the hollow clacks of his footsteps into the dark corridors of the castle.

“Aemond, please wait!” You called out into the blackness, quickening your pace and following the dim torchlight that faintly illuminated your way ahead.

Steering around countless stony corners and passing so far from the hall that not even servants were present in your path, you found yourself led down the hallway towards Aemond’s quarters. The door was closed, its wooden omniscience concealing whether the one you sought had even entered this way.

“Uncle Aemond, please,” you called through the portal, all too aware you may be speaking to yourself. “Can we not talk about this?”

No response came from beyond the door.

“Uncle, you taught me everything I know,” you confessed, pressing your palms to the wood between you and your invisible confidant. “You taught me to honour each and every person with the respect to hear their side to every story. So please, let me hear yours.”

No answer.

You hesitantly clicked the door open, swooping through and closing it behind you as quickly as possible in hopes nobody would witness your entry to your betrothed’s bedchamber. Taking tentative steps further into the room, you called out again.

“Uncle Aemond, I understand this was going to be difficult for us both. We lost a decade while I was in Driftmark with my mother, those years together we will never recover. But we can go some way to mending them, if you will allow me.”

The darkness did not call back.

“You heard the King’s dedication to our marriage. We were inseparable as children, playing together, growing together. We are of the same age, not two months’ difference between us. We trained in the sword together, studied the histories and philosophies together, fought the conflict against High Valyrian lessons together. We fell in love, as much as children understood of the concept. I worshipped the ground you walked on, and I thought you the same in return.”

No reply.

“I tried to stop Luke when he took your eye, I stood by you when the entire court wished to overlook your wounds… save your mother, of course. I fought for you until the very last second before my mother packed us off to Driftmark to escape any further ugliness. I did not wish to leave, I had no choice. I have come back as soon as I possibly could, but it was not my wish to marry before we had reconciled the last ten years of differences between us. We have grown since then, you have become a man and I have become a woman.”

Nothing.

“If we are to be wed, there need not be secrets between us any longer,” you sighed in quiet resolution, assured that your declarations had fallen on no ears at all. You threw your hands to your sides in defeat. “Oh, what’s the use? I have loved you all my life, yet now you cannot stand the sight of me and I do not even know why.”

A gust of air that caught your hair in a breeze signalled a rush of movement toward you, your body suddenly thrown against the wall by a force grasping at your throat and holding you against the cool stone. You winced at the sharp pain in your spine, quickly grappling at the assailant’s hand clasped tightly around your neck.

“Uncle Aemond… I… I cannot breathe,” you wheezed out in sharp intakes of shallow breaths, fingers clutching at the grip on your windpipe.

“Good,” his once-tender voice seethed, the first word he dared to utter towards you since your return to King’s Landing. His face came into view behind your ruffled hair tumbling in front of your eyes, his prominent pout skewing his entire jaw as he half-snarled just looking at you. “This whole marriage is a sham, it would be better for us both if you were to disappear… again.”

“But… but…,” you hesitated, gasping weakly and fighting in vain against his vice grip on your airways. “Why do you think of me so? Wh… what has changed? We… we used to… we were great friends.”

“That was then,” he sneered down at you, watching you squirm with a sadistic delight. He looked into your eyes, seeing panic gazing back at him and curling his lips even tighter with rage, his voice rising to a shout inches from your face: “You abandoned me when I needed you most! As everybody does!”

“Uncle… please, I… I had no choice…,” you protested, your vision of Aemond now blurring at the edges with the image of stars framing his face. “My… my mother… s-sent us to Driftmark. I… I tried to stay for you.”

Noticing your struggle was causing a great deal of discomfort to his own hand, Aemond conceded and released you, massaging his own wrist while blissfully ignoring your battles for breath, harsh splutters and sharp inhales as your form folded in front of him.

“You never wrote,” he spat, towering over your crumpled form. “You never enquired about me. Not once.”

“What are you talking about? Of course I wrote!” You screeched back at him, straightening up to stare him in the face. “I wrote every single day until the guard told me you refused my parchments!”

Aemond’s furious scowl turned to confusion, searching your face for any sign of insincerity.

“You are lying,” he hissed, fists balled together in front of him as if wanting to slam you against the wall once more for such insolence. “I never refused any parchments from anybody, least of all you!”

You both stood in silence for a moment, comprehending how such a turn of events could take place, each coming to clarity at the same moment.

“My mother,” he declared for you both, dropping his tense fists to his sides like lead weights. “My mother intercepted your communications.”

Lost in his own spiralling thoughts as he calculated the betrayal, Aemond spun on his heels and stormed towards his bed, plummeting his weakened frame to the edge and planting his face in both hands.

“Why? Why would she? How could she?” His rhetorical questions fell into the void, not hoping for an answer which you so desperately wanted to provide.

“The Queen only has your best interests at heart,” you followed him to his side, resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “My family did not exactly ingratiate themselves by dismissing Luke’s attack on you as a child’s quarrel.”

“A quarrel,” he scoffed into his hands. “A quarrel that left me defiled for life. Scarred, broken. Tell me,” he raised his head to look at you through a rage-stricken eye, searing hot tears threatening to burst their banks at any moment. “Who would place their trust and loyalty upon a One-Eyed Prince?”

You sighed, extending a palm to rest against his cheek, brushing the tip of your thumb to outline the edge of his eye patch, grazing the cool leather and tracing the extension of his scar down his countenance.

“I would, Prince Aemond, I always have and I always will.”

He looked back at you, hurt, bruised, tormented, unable to form some witty, sarcastic reply. Instead, he wiped his remaining eye and swept his eye patch clean off in the same motion. Revealing a glistening sapphire embedded into his eye socket, you took care not to gasp or shock, but instead returned your thumb to trace around its edge, marvelling in every royal blue facet glittering back at you.

“Does it hurt?” You whispered, drinking in the sapphire’s beautiful beams in the dim light of the chamber.

“Only when I frown.”

You stifled a chuckle under your breath, using your free hand to lightly slap his arm like you used to as children.

“You frowned at me considerably in the hall earlier, Uncle Aemond.”

“Yes, I did,” he confirmed, gazing up at you with the old familiar warmth you had wished to arrive much sooner. “I willed it to hurt enough to drown out the pain of seeing you again.”

“Hush now, no more pain,” you cooed. “I am here now.”

Your words struck a chord within him. And not a good one. His smile faded back to a scowl, raising both hands to grip your shoulders and throwing you on the sheets beside him, towering over your form as you froze to the spot.

“I suppose you believe a scattering of throwaway comments will be a poultice to the last ten years, dear niece?” He spat through pursed lips, snarling above you and reaching to fumble for his dagger at his hip. “Perhaps I should put an end to my agony once and for all, right here in my own quarters.”

A whisper of metal signalled the unsheathing of his weapon before the cool blade rested against your throat, your breaths becoming shallower and more rapid in fear of the blade slicing your delicate skin.

“Yes, maybe I’ll slit your throat right here, turn my sheets red with the blood of my one and only, the love of my life.”

He looked upon you as prey, nothing more and nothing less.

“Or perhaps your blood is not even red at all. I’d wager it would be black, considering you left me to my own fate for a decade without so much as a flying visit.”

He gazed down at the silver sheen of his blade, watching his own reflection towering over you, dominating you.

“You weren’t there!” He screamed through gritted teeth. “All the taunts Aegon found time to conjure, all the names my wretched father called me, all the cold nights out riding Vhagar to escape this prison!”

You tried to protest but terror froze you to the spot.

“You haunt me, Y/N, you will haunt me until my dying breath and that is a pain greater than any children’s quarrel could possibly induce.”

You gasped carefully beneath the dagger, looking up at him in fear.

“You didn’t even notice, did you?” He gestured towards his sapphire eye, glinting with the fire within him. “It matches your own. I chose a sapphire so I could always be reminded of your fucking eyes!”

You tried to swallow under his grasp but failed, eyes darting around for signs of an escape route.

“You should have been there! But you left me!”

“Aemond, I tried—!”

As you moved to utter a protest, his blade nicked your skin ever so slightly and a bead of purest crimson formed in its wake. His eye widened in terror, casting his dagger across the room and immediately firing his fingers to your throat to stem the bleeding. His breaths became erratic, terrified.

“My… oh gods no… I’m so… I’m so sorry,” he pleaded frantically, closing the gap between you as he lost his strength to hold himself away. “Please forgive me.”

“Aemond, it’s just a scratch!” You joked, slapping his arm again. “We did far worse damage to each other in sword training all those years ago.”

“That was then,” he repeated, releasing his fingers to check if the bleeding had subsided. Sure enough, it was only a scratch. “I never meant to hurt you, I swear.”

“The last ten years were infinitely more painful, Aemond,” you reassured him, planting a caring hand on his shoulder. “I understand your pain but I can see this betrothal is too much for us both. I shall request that the King rescind the promise made between us and find each of us… less agonising matches.”

Aemond scoured your face for a sign you were joking, hoping for another slap to his forearm, but nothing came.

“I’m sure you understand why we need to—.”

You were cut off by his lips crashing into yours, feverishly pressing into you like a man starved. His fingers trailed around to delicately cradle the back of your neck, drawing you in closer and yet you did not withdraw, did not pull back. Instead, you melted into his touch and kissed him back, both moaning gently into the contact for which you had waited all your lives.

Aemond broke away to look at you, tracing your features with his lovelorn gaze as if to mark this moment in his memory for a lifetime. You acquiesced for a moment, but not before you hooked his neck to bring him in again.

“Marry me,” he mumbled into your mouth, vibrating against your lips. You nodded frantically, humming in agreement and nudging your nose into his cheek further grappling for even closer contact. Taking that as a signal, Aemond blazed on, trailing his hand from your neck down across your collarbone, following the trail of your dress’ neckline as it scooped across your chest before resting his hand just above your left breast.

“Am I still in here?” He questioned, devoting his attention to your heartbeat thundering beneath his palm.

“Always,” you whispered, squeezing your thighs together beneath his frame pinning you down, his knees trapping you within the confines of your heavy skirt. Noticing your struggles, Aemond raised himself from you and grappled at your bodice.

In a flurry of blurred limbs, tangled laces and cracking leather, you both raced to disrobe each other, stealing chaste kisses between each garment leaving the confines of your bodies and sharing sentiments you kept concealed over the last decade.

“Missed you.”

“Been so long.”

“Need you.”

“Want you.”

“Don’t leave me again.”

“You’re mine.”

“Always mine.”

By the time Aemond crawled between your blissfully parted thighs and peeled your sodden undergarments from your core, he could no longer conceal his gratuitous moans. Laying his forefinger over your folds and ghosting a featherlight trail around them, he revelled in the keening of your hips, the way your spine flexed beneath him.

“Am I still here, too?” He asked, gesturing at the heat radiating from inside you, pulsing with the want of a lifetime.

“Only you,” you muttered, trailing your hands to ball into his silver locks that flowed down toward you. With your last syllable, he dipped his finger inside you, quickly joining it with another and curling them within your folds to stroke the grooves of your walls.

“Good girl,” he purred lowly, consuming your lips in a haunting kiss while his fingers delved knuckle-deep within you, caressing your walls, beckoning your hips as they bucked into him. “You belong to me, just as much as I belong to you.”

Your grasp wandered down his chest to his cock, leaking beads of anticipation just watching you unravel beneath him. Mirroring his actions, you ghosted a fingertip over the tip to spread his pre-cum, then followed the thick vein down his shaft to curl around his base. A strangled groan erupted in his throat, recognising the similarities in your exchange.

“Am I still down here?” You queried, wrapping a hand around his shaft and pumping ever so slowly, enough for his spine to bend and dip into you while he worked your core in the same teasing manner.

“Mērī ao,” he moaned softly. Only you. “And only you from this day forward, betrothed.”

You hummed contentedly and picked up a steady pace on his length, sending his eye roving to the ceiling while he attempted to retain a similar pace thrusting his fingers deep into your core. In place of quick hurried pumps, he took pleasure in drawing his fingers almost completely out of you and swooping them back into your cunt in languid motions, gasping as you keened into him. Your breaths became ragged, abdomen tightening and back arching as you chased your climax at his hand, racing after the coil tightening inside you. Aemond observed your state and quickly pulled out his fingers, leaving you clenching around nothing and mewling at the loss.

“Not yet, beloved,” he hummed, raising his dripping fingers to his tongue and wrapping his lips around them. As soon as they were clean, they journeyed south to part your pumping fist from his length so he could line his tip with your soaking entrance. Trailing the head over your folds, he held still for a moment. “Are you sure about this?”

“Wh… why would I not be?” You cried gently, hips still bucking into the air to return his contact.

“Before our wedding, would you rather wait?” His courtesy was charming but altogether poorly timed.

“Aemond, I need you…”

“You have me, sweetling,” he reassured. “I can assure you that I will act surprised during the bedding ceremony, as if your maidenhead were not broken when it was I,” he paused to rock his hips gently forward, his cockhead breaching your folds and slipping inside you to the hilt, “who already broke it.”

His cock filled you completely, effortlessly, perfectly. Two jigsaw pieces had found their match, slotting together as if they were made for each other. Stunted gasps and soft hisses through gritted teeth filled the room above the lewd sound of your soaking core greeting his cock, Aemond’s fingers grasping your hips and digging crescent moons into your flesh with every keen thrust into your sensitive walls.

“Oh gods, you feel like heaven around me,” Aemond muttered, sinking his head into your neck and peppering kisses over your skin. “You are my heaven.”

Each time his head nudged at the deepest parts of your core, your back arched up to him, the years between you slipping away with every hastened kiss between you.

“I have needed you for so long,” he confessed, rocking slowly into your core and savouring every twitch of your insides in tune with his body. “I have craved you all my life.”

As he leaned up to face you again, you curled a hand behind his head and drew him down to your lips, only this time kissing the sapphire set deep into his face. Lips pressed lightly to the cool stone and eyes clenched tightly closed, you showed your reverence to the changes he had faced since you left his side.

Upon opening your eyes and falling back to the sheets, you noticed his one eye remained clasped shut, a single tear brimming at the inner corner. You ventured to brush your lips against his, and he closed you in with the deepest kiss you would ever know.

It was in that moment, you could both swear the rest of the world simply did not exist.

His thrusts were smooth, languid, emotive, speaking a thousand lost words between you, his body flexing to reach the deepest points within you and building a pressure inside you that you could not conceal. Your walls tensed around his cock, pulsing wildly and breathing feverishly into the kiss you dare not break. He hoped you had not noticed his eye opening while you embraced, but the silent splash of his tear falling on your cheek gave his secret away.

“Let go with me,” he whispered on your tongue, one hand wandering between your bodies to stroke your abdomen and then cup your mound, concentrating the pressure inside you to breaking point as you screamed into his mouth. “Chase that heaven with me.”

He wrapped his arms around your bristling body, holding you close as you convulsed for him, careening over the cliff-edge of your climax with your eyes closed and lips fused to his. Coming undone with a flood of juices spilling over his cock and bursting the banks of your folds onto the sheets beneath, Aemond roared deeply and thrusted harder before emptying his own within your walls. Fervent strings of his cum painted your womb like an artist consumed by his craft, stuttering thrusts betraying his every pulse inside you.

His palm journeyed to settle within the valley of your hips, expectantly preparing for the day your skin will swell with his child, a child born of the truest love to which no epic poem could do justice.

Reluctantly breaking your kiss, Aemond gasped for breath before gazing deep into your eyes; hazy, lust-blown, besotted.

“I love you, Aemond,” you whispered like a solemn prayer, tangling your fingers into his platinum locks. “I have loved you all my life.”

Aemond reached to brush your hair away from your face, drinking in your gaze up at him as if he had waited all eternity to witness this moment.

“I love you,” he returned, his sapphire somehow beaming brighter than ever before. “And I will love you all my life. Mērī ao.” Only you.

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éternité - (i)

j’attends patiemment la lueur / qui jaillira des abysses (i patiently wait for the glow / which will spring from the abyss)

When Rhaenyra’s sister opts to go to Storms End instead of Lucerys, she thinks the trip is a waste of time. Borros Baratheon will probably not support her sisters claim. But when she sees Aemond at Storm’s End, she realizes the trip is not without its uses after all. Maybe another sort of alliance can be made. 

Pairing: aemond targaryen x reader Warnings: incest, mild sexual content, some angst Notes: it’s written around the song éternité by Hante., the lyrics come from the same song. The reader is Rhaenyra’s sister, but I do not describe the reader. So you can imagine her to look whatever you want her to look like. Fic is cross posted under the same name at AO3. 

dedicated to @thechildofmay​ who made me like aemond. 

(i) j’attends patiemment la lueur / qui jaillira des abysses (i patiently wait for the glow / which will spring from the abyss)

Her heartbeat is one with the rhythm of the dragons’ moving wings. Above the shelter the storm gives them, they make their way, almost invisible in the moonless night. 

While her nephew Jacaerys traveled north, she proposed to take Lucerys’ place to travel to the Stormlands. Her nephew had said he had wished to go, but she had convinced her sister to send her instead. Her nephew should stay at Dragonstone to protect his queen mother. Or so she had told Luke, so that he no longer felt disappointment. 

Truth be told her motives were not entirely in the new Queens’s favor. With the grief that came with losing their father and Visenya, Dragonstone felt colder than ever. With her uncle planning a war and her sister trying to prevent one, tensions never been higher. They all know war is coming and they all know it won’t be without losses. 

Her relationship with Rhaenyra is one of contradictions. For her to live, their mother had to die. Her first breath meant their mothers last. To her father she was the daughter that was not wanted and to her sister the girl who killed her mother. At the same time, she was also all that was left of their mother and their father’s wife. They said her smile was so alike Aemma’s, they sometimes said she was her mother reborn. She never believed them until the last time she saw her father and he called her by her mother’s name instead of her own. The smile had not disappeared from her face, it was the final confirmation that she was not entirely unwanted after all. 

It’s the burden she has to bear, to be the killer of her mom and be a girl at the same time. A second daughter, to never be more than an object to be used in a marriage pact. To make sure the Targaryen line goes forth and forth. And to probably end up like her mother did, dying in the warfare of childbirth. If Viserys hadn’t named Rhaenyra his heir, the same fate would be bestowed on her. The same fate Rhaenyra now expects of her to fulfill. 

She was betrothed before; Aegon was only two months, and she was two years. And all her life that was all she knew; she would marry him and he would be hers. Of course the match fell the moment she followed her sister to Dragonstone and Alicent married him to Helaena. She now wonders if it would’ve prevented the war that is about to come if she stayed. Maybe she would’ve been happy. Maybe she could’ve been more than just a babe that killed her mother, more than a second daughter and more than a mirror of a person that will never be again. 

As she urges her black dragon closer to the stars, she tries to not think about what she left behind on the ground.  It would be so easy to forget about duty and to escape. To fly closer to the stars anyone else ever has, to be one with the night and together with the moon. Forever looking down on what’s beneath, to never have to worry about anything. All she would have to do is glow. 

Borros Baratheon will not support Rhaenyra, her trip is a wasteful one. He has no son she can marry and she has no cock to bed one of his daughters with. Maybe the Gods are kind, and she is there before any Hightower is, they still have two sons to marry off. Maybe she can persuade them with her words and otherwise maybe she persuades them with her dragon. She owes it to her sister to at least try. Delving into the stormy clouds, away from the stars and back into duty, Storm’s End takes shape. 

// 

“Sister.” She does not even have to look in the direction the voice is coming from to know which of her two brothers is here. A small smile plays on her face, she was sure this trip was a waste of time. But maybe now this visit might become fruitful after all. 

“Half-brother.” If he feels anything at all because of the distinction, his face masks it well. But the eye that he still has can’t hide the flash of annoyance he feels. She imagines Aemond sometimes wishes it is as emotionless as the sapphire that rests on the other side of his handsome face. 

The line-up of Baratheon daughters tells her all she needs to know. A marriage pact was probably discussed, if not already made. The girls suddenly find the ground very interesting, not one looks up. She tries to find the one that might be blushing, or the one that secretly smiles. Or maybe there is one who looks disappointed. Did her brother choose his new bride, or did they offer him one? 

“It must be a second child’s curse, to always have to do the eldest sibling’s dirty work.” Her words are for Aemond, but she is looking at the lord of Storm’s End. Borros Baratheon is as impressed with her as she is impressed with him. “I came here to remind you of your father’s oath. But seeing how willingly you have your own blood lined up as broodmare for a traitorous second son, I know my sisters’ words will only be wasted.” She waves with the letter Rhaenyra wrote. 

“You can tell your whore of a sister that there is no place for a woman on the throne.” Borros spits the words out as if they are supposed to hurt her. She does not show emotion, instead she walks to one of the torches that light up the hall. She puts the letter close to it, so it catches fire. She searches for the one familiar face in the crowd and when she finds it, she makes her decision. 

“Let’s pray you won’t burn as this paper does when the fighting starts.” 

The clatter of swords being drawn makes her drop the burning letter to the floor. But to her surprise it is Aemond who is the first to be in front of her. His own sword drawn, but instead of facing him she faces his back. She does not understand why he is still defending her after all she had said. The whole hall is silent, the tension so thick it almost suffocates her. The tension is lifted when Borros laughs a deep raspy laugh. “Let’s pray for that indeed, princess. Lower your swords, there is no need for bloodshed, today.” 

//

Aemond had followed her outside. He joins her on the wooden bench that looks over the training yard, sheltered away from the storm but close enough to taste the rain. 

“How did you come here?” His first question is a loaded one. For a long time she didn’t have a dragon, the egg that was placed in her cradle never hatched. And she never found a dragon to bond with, not until she followed her sister to Dragonstone. 

It was something they used to bond over when they were children and without a dragon. But then he lost an eye but gained the sky and all that was left for her to claim was the loneliness on the ground. 

“The same way as you did brother.” 

“Now I am no longer your half-brother?” He does not even ask about her dragon. At least it is good to know that the poison she put in her words stung. She opens her mouth to answer, but the sound of thunder interrupts her. She stands up to have a closer look at the empty yard. The sound of the rain calms her down a little. The clattering sound reminds her of how the sea sounds at Dragonstone. 

“Which one will you marry?” She does not dare to look at him when she asks her question. 

“Why? Do you want to make the choice for me?” When she turns around, she sees him smiling at her. It feels comforting and like she is in the past. Where they would fight each other daily to be seen strolling in the gardens after. 

“Like how I had to decide what sweets we should steal from the kitchens? Will I also be blamed if your wife is as sour as the sweets I used to choose?” She sits down next to him again. “Blamed like I was when you tried to steal a dragon egg.” 

She pretends to be offended. “As if I didn’t steal one for you too.” They both laugh at the bittersweet memory that comes with it. Back when they were lonely together on the ground, when their adventures came in the form of stealing candy, dragon eggs and reading stories in the library. It was the day after their nephews and brother had presented him with the pig-dragon she had stolen the eggs. He took the blame, but at night she came to his room with books, candy and a promise to get back at them. 

The memories once so sweet now taste bitter. They can never have that again and he probably doesn’t even care. 

To ache the pain in her heart she pretends to not care either. “You know, I almost forgot how much fun we used to have.” It’s an invitation for more laughter, but Aemond does not give her that. 

“I didn’t. I will never forget it.” 

They are silent after that, both listening to the storm that rages over the steadfast. He is the one to break the silence after the fifth flash of lighting. 

“I think we are so alike, both the second child of our mother. You a second daughter and me the second son. We are both closer in age to Aegon, but yet it was always you I found.” 

She looks up at his face, but his eye stubbornly stares into the storm. So she takes the hand that rests on his leg. Her skin is cold against his, but he accepts her touch. 

“Would you still have found me if I stayed in Kings Landing?” They both know if she stayed, she would’ve been Aegon’s wife. He finally looks her in the eye, his hand squeezing hers. 

“I found you now.” 

There are so many things she wants to tell him or ask him. She wants to ask if he missed her, she wants to tell him how she sometimes dreams of him. She wonders if he thinks of her when he flies, because she does think of him. But she doesn’t dare to go there, so she asks something else. 

“Have you been to Fleabottom with Aegon in the time I was away?” She doesn’t want to know why she is dreading his answer. He smiles that half smile that he used to give to her when they were younger. It’s the smile he would wear when they were to do things they were not supposed to do. 

“Yes. But not in the way you’re insinuating.” He must like the relief that clearly shows on her face, because his smile grows a little too cocky for her liking. But she can give him this one truth, it won’t hurt her that much. 

“Good.” 

“What does it matter to you?” 

“I imagine it matters to your future wife. I know it is something I will want in my future spouse.”  His one eyebrow is raised, but the mocking expression leaves his face when she leans in closer. “Wouldn’t you like to be the only one? To be the first and the last. To take ownership of all the good memories in their head. To be forever theirs and them to be forever yours.” 

His eye darkened, she can almost see purple in the blue now. Her mouth is so close to his. He breathes in her air, something that was once inside her now inside him. She hopes she can worm her way inside of him like her air does. To be in his head and through his head in his heart. She feels possessive, she wants to be his first. Maybe not his last, but this moment she wants to take from him. Something that will be just for her, something no one else will ever make claim of. She must have him, can’t let anyone else have the pleasure to be the first. So, she is the one to close the gap and kiss him. 

His lips taste like smoke and she turns into ash when he wraps his arms around her to deepen the kiss. He is like her future and her past, everything she thought would not last. And it is only a kiss, but in this very moment she is sure that he not only belongs in her past, but also in her future. 

Breathless she leans back in his arms, to see her own desire mirrored on his face. With his flushed cheeks and swollen lips, he looks like everything she wants him to be. Her heart is raging as loud as the storm. She’s trying to decide what to do, she can’t have him here publicly in the yard of a house that hates her. But she wants him to come back to her, begging for more and more and for her to give him that again and again. 

He does not give her time to think things through, because he kisses her again. His kisses on her throat are too light, too soft and too sweet. She hates how her body feels out of control, as if it no longer belongs to her but to him. This is not how it was supposed to go, it was just him that should feel this way. But his tender kisses feel like the soft glow of a sunrise and the way he murmurs her name against her skin sounds like a prayer. 

She pushes herself closer to him, her body hiding to where her hand wanders. She can feel him through the fabric of the pants. He is already half hard.  Softly she strokes him, he immediately freezes, his eye big with uncertainty. 

“If you want me to stop, now is the time to say.” She wants to give him a smile to reassure him it is okay for him to say no, that he doesn’t need to go there if he really doesn’t want to. 

“No, don’t stop.”

“Then keep kissing me.” She smiles her smile now. 

Her rubs are on the rhythm of his kisses. Too slow, too sweet, but she starts to think he likes it that way. Her skin catches his soft moans and breathy sounds. His eye closes, his skin glows in the lighting. He looks like something that only appears in her dreams, too good to be true. 

Her other hand finds its way into his hair. It’s damp because of the rain, but still so soft. She wants to pull it, maybe that will make him less loving and easier to distrust. To feel his fire and to burn her fingers on his heat. For him to lose control and to think about this moment for months. Like a blood stain in white fabric, she won’t be erased from his mind. 

Something about the way his hips arch up to meet her touch excites her. The sounds that escape from his mouth, his skin that is so adorably flushed. The way her touch blinds him, so willingly, so needy. Just for her. 

Their bodies will be the battlefield and his heart the casualty. But not here and not yet. 

When she stops her touch, he reaches for her face with both hands. The next open-mouthed kiss more heated than the one before. Almost can she feel the fire burning inside him, ready to unleash and ready to take what it wants. 

His fingers make its way inside her dress, where warm skin meets the cool skin of her upper leg. But she grabs his hand before he can go further. “No. That is something I can only give to the one I will wed.”

The disappointment on his face she feels inside her heart. The spell is broken, she feels in control again. 

“Maybe you can’t be my first, but you can certainly try to be my last.” 

It is a promise she knows he will keep no matter what. An insurance to be his in a way the Gods will disapprove of. She notices that the storm had stopped, there is only a light rain now. 

“Besides, we can’t do that here.” Suddenly Aemond seems to be aware of the location they’re in too. Where first it was only them, suddenly the world around them lives again. 

//

“Do you want me to fly you back to Dragonstone?” She turns around, already in the middle of the yard. “And how can I trust you to not take me with you to Kings Landing? Besides, I have my own dragon.” 

“Then where is it?” She now realizes he didn’t ask about her dragon because he didn’t believe she had one. 

“Where it belongs, free as a storm and one with the stars.” They both look up to the sky, where a big shadow circles closer to the ground and then how her dragon lands outside the walls of the keep. 

He grabs her arm before she can truly leave him. “If I were the one to be married to you all those years ago, I would have kept my promise.”

She realizes it now. The way he was so fast to draw his sword when she threatened Lord Baratheon and the way he so easily fell in the feelings of nostalgia. He will kill for her, conquer for her and maybe even betray for her. It’s not just the lust, it’s the nostalgia and childhood memories not to be forgotten. To never be enough and always be there to be a pawn. The understanding only second children will ever have between them. 

Her smile does not reach her eyes when he lets her go. “But we weren’t.”

//

Later Aemond would watch her fly away on a black dragon he does not recognize. His heart filled with contradicting feelings, but his head occupied with a plan. She said he might not be the first but could try to be the last. What if he could be the first too? She could be his and maybe he could let himself be hers. If she was his, it would mean she would be on his side too. She wasn’t entirely wrong with her accusation before, he would’ve taken her with him to Kingslanding. As a pawn and perhaps as a lover and only now he realizes she could become both. 

//

“We can forget about the Baratheon’s support.” Her arm is linked with her sister’s arm. In the distance they can hear a dragon’s calling, loud enough to overcome the sound of the waves. “Aemond was already there when I arrived. I think he will marry one of the Baratheon daughters.” Rhaenyra sniffs and grabs her hand, squeezing it lightly. “It does not matter; I am glad you came back safely.”

In this moment she is happy she came back; the warm glow of the stars does not compare to the fire that is her sister’s love. 

“I would not say the trip was without it’s uses. Perhaps there will be a powerful new ally in the future after all.” 

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Thank you for reading! Part two will be a whole lot smuttier. This part is the needed build up for what is to come ;) 

ps: yes her black dragon is of course the cannibal 

[yns-world]

House of The Dragon Reacting to You Being Named Heir

part i of The Heir series

part ii

a/n: fem reader, race not specified, size not specified

In this imagine, your competition is: Rhaenyra, Daemon, Aegon, and Aemond

Context: King Viserys saw all of his potential heirs unfit for one reason or another, therefore he broke tradition and chose to name Lady Y/N of House L/N to create a new dynasty under her name. 

Rhaenyra: She was secretly happy that a different heir was promised so she can breathe easier knowing that the weight isn’t on her. She admired how you ran things, it was similar in thinking to hers. Given her experience with this kind of politics, you honored her as being your Hand, one of the many positions that you had given to women during your reign, and you two were a match made in the First Heaven. There wasn’t a single deal or conflict that you two couldn’t solve. You two were a dangerous duo against your enemies, yet respected. You two were perfect. The chemistry between you was felt at your coronation itself, but neither of you made a move until it was time for you to wed, and you wouldn’t-- for you only had eyes for her. 

Daemon: He was bitter to say the least, but he’ll try to get into your bed to be crowned king. It won’t work, you’ll only use him as a toy and this makes him want to chase you-- no one’s thrown away a Targaryen, least of all him. Eventually his obsession would turn into passion for you. He wants to learn everything about you-- why you became heir, why his brother chose you over him. His curiosity would blossom into love when you two spent more time at council meetings and got to know each other more. At your coronation, he would gift you a dragon egg.

Aegon: He vehemently disapproved of it. He can’t believe he was just tossed to the side like that, especially since he was the one in the running against you. Aegon would grow up to spite you, and even orchestrated a few (failed) assassination attempts, but as he grew into his late-twenties, he realized your rule was indeed permanent and nothing could change this fact. This realization sent him into a spiral, one of which only alcohol could soothe. 

Aemond: You becoming queen or Aegon becoming king all means the same to him. At first he didn’t mind it, just paid his usual manners and went about living. Over time though, he would learn the reasons behind your crowning. Your generosity, your wisdom, and your heart for not just the Seven Kingdoms, but for the world. He would grow to fall in love with your ruling, and soon fall in love with you. 

At the announcement party:

Daemon lifted his goblet to his lips while his eyes stayed glued to the heir apparent-- who was currently accepting gifts and toasts by other powerful Houses of the kingdom. 

“Pathetic. As if it wasn’t bad enough to strip us of power, but to name a girl heir?”

Rhaenyra held her chin high and shoulders back as she took in the same view of the new heir. It made her proud that there would be a queen afterall. 

“Better her than you. All eyes will be watching her now. They won’t pardon her like they have pardoned the Targaryens.” Rhaenyra added.

“On the contrary, sister.” Aemond chipped in, walking towards the two in a calm manner, his hands clasped behind his back. “A new name brings new hope. And new hope means softer hearts.”

Daemon rolled his eyes. “Fantastic. A fairytale princess is to be the protector of the Seven Kingdoms. We’ll surely last.”

Rhaenyra looked back at the new heir sitting on the throne and had a hopeful glint in her eyes. “I wouldn’t be so sure, Uncle. A new dawn washed over King’s Landing.”

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[written-in-flowers]

Aemond Targaryen x niece reader smut...

Lady Strong

Pairing: Aemond x Strong!Reader x Aegon | Side pairing: Aegon x Aemond

Warnings: female!reader, frenemies, arrange marriage, family feuds, threesome sex (M/M/F), bisexual sex, incest, slight dub-con, facesitting, oral sex (m and f giving/receiving), throat fucking, cock worship, dom/sub themes, bdsm themes, spit fetish, cum swapping, facials, dirty talk, name-calling, slight degradation, pussy slapping, spanking, anal sex, anal fingering, rimming, edging, double penetration, multiple positions, 

*** 

Your marriage to Aemond was a complete farce. You knew it; he knew it. A marriage between House Targaryen and House Velayron was a grabbing-at-straws attempt to ease tensions between them. But, you each knew that it’d be pointless to do so. Aemond made it clear what he thought of you and your family, and you’d learned to not like his in return. You’d been there the night he called you and your brothers ‘bastards’. You’d listened to his toast at a family dinner, where he toasted to the health of his niece and nephews:

‘Each of them handsome, wise...strong.’ 

How could your mother expect you to marry him after that? She could have picked any other man, but chose him in a weak attempt at making peace. You didn’t really like Aemond. He was cold, mean, intimidating, lethal, and impulsive. He hardly spoke to you during your courtship, and even less once you married. You didn’t mind it at all. You didn’t have to spend time with him, if you didn’t want to. For a young married couple, you did not share a bed. Both your chambers were connected by an apartment in between them. This made it easy for one to see the other if they needed to, but that rarely happened. You avoided Aemond’s company, if at all possible. 

There’s only one time you truly desire your husband’s company.

“Aemond?” 

You stood beside Aemond’s bed in your nightgown. Aemond laid naked underneath his sheets, soundlessly sleeping and unaware of your presence in his room. It was quite unnerving watching him sleep. He didn’t wear the eye patch to bed, so his sapphire eye remained open and glimmering. It was foolish, but you felt as if Aemond slept with one eye open at all times. You turned away from his eye to the rest of his body. Chiseled from years of training and exercise, Aemond went from a scrawny boy into a lean, tall man. Even with your sour feelings towards him, you couldn’t deny he’d become handsome. Women at court did not envy you though, since they found his disfigurement ghastly. 

“Aemond,” you said his name a bit louder, which caused him to slowly roll onto his side to face you. 

“What?” he replied groggily, not opening his closed eye. 

You walked over to the bed, gingerly taking his hand to put under your gown. A soft whimper escaped your lips at the light touch of his fingers on your sex. You guided his hand over your slit a few times before he sensed your wetness. He did not open his eye, yet that familiar crooked smirk crossed his face. You stayed standing, taking in his soft caresses. His thumb dragged over your clitoris in slow circular motions each time he went upwards. A familiar tightness began forming between your thighs as Aemond’s hand rubbed your pussy. You felt his long fingers brush across your entrance while he teased the pearl in your folds. 

“I wonder what made you so wet,” you heard his soft voice say to you. “Were you, perchance, thinking of me, dear wife?” 

“I may have...”

No, not ‘may have’. You’d never tell him that you’d been in bed remembering the last time you shared a bed. After a day of watching him in the training yard, you’d started picturing the taunt muscles underneath contracting in each movement. You thought about how his defined arm muscles whenever he propped himself above you; how hard his shoulders felt under your fingers when he thrusted into you. His thumb continued gradually circling your pussy while you thought about how his tongue felt so much better. He always kept it light and slow, knowing the feeling sent you into a blissful torture. 

“Would you like me to do what I did to you last time?” he asked, eyes focused on your soaked sex. You’re never wet enough for him. You could make yourself positively dripping before seeing him, and he’d still tease until he was satisfied. “I know how much you enjoyed it,” he said, rapidly rubbing your clit just to watch you tremble at his touch, “And I certainly did...especially when you came for me...because of me...because of me and my tongue...”

“Aemond...”

“Come have a seat,” he said, sliding further down on his bed and giving you space. “It’d be wrong of me to leave my wife wanting.”

Right away, you straddled Aemond’s head and sat on his face. A flood of pleasure washed over you as his tongue continued the same motions as his thumb. You’d made yourself already so sensitive, that your body became hyper-aware of his body against yours. Every lick made you weak. He flicked over the small nub of your clit, sliding from side to side and up and down gingerly. Each swipe sent dozens of nerves down to your core where the ball tightened. You tore off the sheets covering his lower half, and your mouth watered.

Another positive side to your marriage: Aemond’s cock. A little above average size, you simply liked looking at it sometimes. You took it in your hand, feeling it pulse in your palm, and slowly stroked. Blood pumped through the veins to make it harder, thicker and longer. Already, you imagined him balls deep inside you and taking you how he pleases. It stabbed your ego a bit to submit to a “Green”, but Aemond’s cock...how could you resist? Aemond groaned into your sex when you ran the flat of your tongue over his hardening shaft. You kissed every inch of it, worshipping the length and thickness in your hand; you reached down to the balls, heavy with cum and fitting perfectly in your hands, rolling them gently around while teasing his reddening tip. You traced the smooth skin of the bulb of his cock, latching your lips around for a gentle suck that made him groan into you again. The act on its own aroused you, and Aemond knew this. 

The strong, calloused hands that easily swung and twirled swords squeezed your ass tightly, giving each side a swift smack. His way of telling you to stop teasing him, but you didn’t obey. You loved teasing him. You continued slowly  swirling patterns along the shaft, feeling it tighten as he grew more aroused. You yelped once more when he smacked your ass again, growling into your pussy and making you squeal. When you didn’t take him in your mouth, but instead started playing with his balls again, Aemond’s hits became harder and sharper. No doubt your bottom will be feeling sore tomorrow. But, you didn’t care. Small shocks of pain combined with Aemond’s tongue fueled the arousal burning deep inside. You rocked your hips back and forth on his face, his chin and nose more apparent when you fully sat on his face, and started coating his length with precum. Aemond did not object at all. He hooked his arms around your thighs to keep you steady, and rapidly attacked your clit with his tongue. 

He moaned lowly when you finally slid him into your mouth. Nothing truly compared to Aemond inside you. Whether he slid into your mouth, cunt or, even sometimes, your ass, the feeling of him was addicting. Your families might not like one another, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t bed him. He was your husband. You’d never tell him how you touched yourself to thoughts of his cock sliding to your throat, droplets of precum spilling onto your tongue and mixing with your saliva so he went in smoother. You’d never say that you love it when he makes figure-eights on your clit and dips into your sex; that nothing brings you to orgasm faster than his long fingers probing your holes. Admitting that you’ve often peeked through his keyhole to watch him bathe after a long day would bring you no peace. 

Deciding your slow movements aren’t good enough, a large hand took hold of your hair and forced your head down. Finally. Your pussy throbbed as Aemond forced you to deep throat him. His tip pushed right into your throat over and over, causing you to gag and choke. Streams of saliva and precum came whenever you pulled away for breath; they fell from your open mouth back onto his wet cock. It only made you want more. Your pride sat aside while Aemond fucked your throat and tongued your pussy. Perhaps, somewhere deep down, you wanted to give him control. You wanted someone else to hold the reins. It became tiresome being the formidable daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, having to live up to her image and reputation. Aemond provided that, you supposed. As a soldier, he took orders often. 

With you, he can give orders. 

“Ride me,” he said, gripping your thighs and biting on the inner side, “Ride my cock however you please.” 

You did not protest. Sliding your sex down his body, you gasped once his cock brushed your sensitive cunt. Hands on the bed between his legs, you straddled his hips and rocked yourself over him. You went the entire length, only stopping when your clit touched his tip. His hands grasped your ass and gave it another smack, a demand for you to slide him inside your hot sex. 

“Don’t make me put it for you,” he grunted between his teeth, “If I do, I’m going to treat you like the little bastard whore you are.”

The words, at any other time, would send you into a rage. But right then, as you teased his cock between your folds, it only built up your arousal. Grabbing his base, you carefully pressed him to your entrance. The slight touch made your pussy throb around the tip pushing past it; you enjoyed hearing his frustrated groans as you teased him into you. The other of you moaned together when he fully filled you; your body tensed and clenched at the hard cock twitching against your walls. You closed your eyes and let yourself get lost in him. You forgot about the quarrels and reality outside his bedroom door, choosing instead to focus on Aemond Targaryen and how his cock made you see stars. Grasping the bed sheets beneath you, you started rocking yourself with him inside you, feeling his head slide further. Aemond laid still, content to watch him slide in and out of you, while you started moving faster. 

Soon, yours and his moans grew louder when you bounced on him. He always hit the exact spot, angling himself to the weak point that made you unravel for him. How could anyone blame you for wanting this every night? You sometimes considered sharing a bed to make things easier; so you could have this as much as you liked. Aemond never said ‘no’. You recalled the times he’d cornered you in staircases and hallways, pushing you to a wall and taking you there where anyone could find you. Every time, he left you with weak legs and cum sliding down your thighs. If you slept in the same bed, you could enjoy the benefits of having him as your husband. 

Aemond slipped himself out of you, leaving a gap between your thighs as he rolled you onto your back and brought an ankle to his shoulder. Putting the other over his thigh and around his waist, Aemond went back inside in a new angle that made you roll your eyes back. His thumb continued rubbing your clit as before while he slammed his hips to yours. He kept his focus between your bodies, and awed at how his girth stretched you. You remained still for him to use as he wanted, a hole for him to pump until he came. You clutched the sheets bundled against your chest, needing something to keep you grounded, as Aemond blinded you to all sense. 

“Look at you,” he growled bending to suck and bite at your breast. The small twinges of pain only added to your desire. “My Lady Strong, surrendering her body over to me. I cannot fathom how disturbed your brothers would be seeing their big sister being fucked senseless,” he emphasized this with a few hard thrusts, “Her sweet cunt stretched and filled by me...” he smiled when you moaned loudly through gritted teeth, eyes squeezed shut and fighting off the urge to cum a bit longer. “Or perhaps...they might be jealous...” he stayed fully inside you a moment, “That they’ll never know how your body feels. Only I know...Only I know how your cunt squeezes me and pulls me closer when I’m ravaging you.” 

Aemond slid a hand up your body to your throat, giving a gentle squeeze and turning your next moan into a strangle gurgle. His words should upset you, but it almost brought you to the edge. He kept a hold on your throat even when he slipped out and laid behind you, pushing into your pussy and having you that way. Aemond continued spewing filthy words into your ear, playing on the fact you enjoyed his dirty talk, while pounding you. His fingers abused your overstimulated clit and his lips sucked and bit at your shoulder and neck. 

“Aemond, Aemond,” you struggled to say his name, “Aemond...”

“Yes, Lady Strong?” he taunted, going deeper to hear you whine each time. “Do you have something to say or simply enjoy moaning my name? I personally prefer the latter.”

“Please,” you gasped when he released your throat, “Let me...Let-Le-Let me...”

“Cum? Is that what my lady wishes, hm?” 

“Y-Yes. I cannot hold on...hold on much longer, oh gods, Aemond, fuck, please.” 

“You’re going to,” he demanded, withdrawing from you right when you felt it approaching, “Until I decide you can.”

“You absolute arse-Ah, Aemond!”

He sunk down between your legs again and buried his face to your drenched clit. You stayed on your side, knee lifted, and grinded into his mouth. You wriggled each time his tongue swiped over your clit; it sent a whole new sensation that drew your orgasm forward. He snickered knowing what he was doing to you, and how you’d folded immediately for him. You hated it, but couldn’t help enjoying the feeling of his tongue flicking your pussy before spitting on it. Sliding a hand into his silky silver hair, you kept him right where you wanted him as he dipped his tongue into your fluttering hole. You used his tongue, the tip of his nose brushing your clit while his chin cupped the underside. Aemond did not protest to you quite literally fucking his face. He loved it, and showed that while groaning small vibrations with his tongue. Yet, the moment your body began to tense and shake, he pulled away from you and laughed at your disappointed whimper. 

Aemond said nothing as he dragged you by the ankle to the edge of the bed, the movement requiring no effort for him with all his strength. Propping you onto your knees, Aemond spat on your pussy again, rolling his wet tongue over it before spitting once more. He loved your sex sloppy and wet. It excited him whenever you came to him already soaked and wanting. Satisfied with his work, he sunk back inside and grabbed both your arms. Pulling them behind your back, he bounced your body on his pelvis in a steady rhythm. The restraint would ache your body later, but nothing in you cared about later. The new position made you nearly scream from the pleasure coursing inside you. You tried so hard to chase your climax on your own; you needed it badly, and Aemond knew that. 

“Well, well, well,” another voice said, and you immediately felt ashamed. “What do we have here?”

You turned your head to see Aegon walk up to the bedroom area of the apartment, leaning against the divider frame on the top step. Violet eyes gazed over your naked, sweaty form as Aemond continued using you. He wore his traveling cloak, shirt and breeches. No doubt he’d just returned from the city and planned to visit his brother with a bottle of wine he’d brought. Shame crept up on you being exposed to the young prince this way. You hated how his eyes drank in the scene before him, immediately locking on you and your naked body. He walked over to the bed, smirking and crossing his arms, and said, “Looks like Lady Strong is finally being put in her place by my little brother...Is this what you like? Being fucked like a whore just like your mother?”

“Fuck you,” you spat at him, but he only laughed at the reaction. 

“They really get riled up whenever we mention it, don’t they?” Aegon asked his brother, who’d stopped thrusting. He knelt on the bed in front of you, Aemond lifting you until your back touched his chest. Both brothers chuckled once they saw the state of you. Aegon pinched your chin, causing you to look at him, “Such lovely lips,” he said, pushing drool from your chin back into your mouth, “I think I’m going to enjoy having them wrapped around my cock.” 

“You’d be surprised the things this one can do with her mouth,” Aemond groaned, bottoming his hips into you so you opened your mouth in a moan. “She certainly enjoys sucking my cock whenever given the chance.”

Aegon huffed and hurriedly untied his breeches. Aemond let you fall forward onto the bed until Aegon lifted you onto your hands by the hair. Holding himself at level with you, he slipped easily into your mouth. It felt strange having a soft dick in your mouth, the velvety skin rubbing over your tongue and reaching your throat. Aemond continuing to use your cunt, your moans became muffled by Aegon’s cock. You couldn’t help feeling embarrassed. Giving into your mother’s enemies, even if married to one, was not what you’d planned when you came to Aemond. Yet, both Targaryen men did not seem to care. Slowly, Aegon grew harder and moaned louder when he started hitting the back of your throat. Drool started leaking from your lips, the sound of your gagging encouraging both men further. Each thrust left you desperate for air and tightness in your chest. But, you liked this feeling. You enjoyed the slight restriction it gave every time he did it. The combination of sensations burning your body brought you close to your orgasm again. 

Deeming himself hard enough, removed his shirt as his brother withdrew from you again. 

“Has she finished at all?” Aegon smirked, removing his clothes with his stiff member sticking up to his stomach. 

“Not at all,” Aemond flipped you onto your back in the middle of the bed. He lifted your legs so Aegon could see your swollen, throbbing pussy, which made you feel more humiliated. “I never let her until she’s given me what I want. Isn’t that right, Lady Strong?” he slapped your pussy hard, which made you whine and buck your hips around. Your reaction made both brothers laugh out loud. He spread your legs apart, leaning over your hips, and spanked your sex a few more times. “Isn’t it?” he asked again, spitting on your pussy and slapping it again, “Answer me, whore.”

“Yes, yes!” you cried when he gave a particularly hard slap, “Yes...”

“Let me try her out.” 

Aegon forced your knees to your stomach until you folded in half. Unlike his brother, he did not tease or go slowly. He forced himself fully into you, moaning and shutting his eyes when you encompassed him. Pinned down by your own body, you could only lay there and let him have his way. He wasn’t as long as Aemond, but you definitely felt him stretch you. His head hit right where you became weakest, causing your thighs and knees to tremble each time he touched it. Aemond’s hand rubbing and spanking your clit only heightened your pleasure. You couldn’t believe it. You felt so ashamed, yet so aroused by it. 

“Clean my cock,” Aemond prodded his head to your mouth, “Clean me up before I go back in.”

You weakly opened for him, immediately tasting yourself on his length. Your jaw began aching from having your mouth open so long, but you enjoyed it too much to care. A thick mixture of fluids gave Aemond easy entry, and he slid fully to you throat. It hurt being breached so many times in one night. He kept you still by the hair, thrusting in while also rapidly and lightly running his fingers over your clit. You could feel your eyes tear from the pressure building and being withheld from you every time Aegon pumped into you. He pulled out of your mouth, streaks of fluids leaking from his tip, and tapped it onto your face. 

“Filthy whore,” he sneered, wiping his wet cock over your face and mouth, “I suppose it is true what they say about bastards: They truly are products of sin and lust.”

“And this one is a very nice product,” his brother agreed.

Aegon kept himself on his fists as he went faster. His eyes stayed focused on his brother using your mouth. You saw the laughter behind his eyes. The satisfaction he must be feeling seeing his niece be used this way. It disgusted you, yet you wanted him to make you cum so much you gave him a pleading look. When your pussy tightened around him, he instantly pulled out and laughed at your wriggling. He continued smiling as he instantly started licking your pussy, not minding the various fluids leaking from it. Aemond stopped teasing your clit to let Aegon take over, and went to pinching your nipples with his wet hand. He rolled both between his fingers at the same as Aegon flicking you, both of them being merciless in their teasing. You nearly came several times during this, though each stopped once they sensed it. You almost cried from the denial. 

“Aw, is our cock sleeve crying?” Aemond teased, slapping himself on your cheeks where he saw tears. “Is this too much for you?”

“Ye-yes,” you nodded, “Please, let me cum. Please.”

“But, we’re not finished,” he said as if it were obvious. “If you’re a good toy for us, we’ll let you cum as much as you want, but for now, this is about our pleasure, not yours. Understand?” he smacked your face with his cock again before putting it back into your mouth, not giving a chance to respond. 

“My brother is insanely lucky,” Aegon’s voice remained muffled by the clit in his mouth, “Having the luscious, gorgeous Lady Strong all to himself whenever he pleases...If only the Gods favored me so...” 

“I wouldn’t mind sharing,” Aemond said, pushing back into your mouth. “We are brothers, after all, and our mother always said sharing brings people closer.”

“So much closer.” He swirled his tongue over your pussy, fingers dipping and curling inside you suddenly, and continued the torture so you moaned around Aemond’s cock. “But, there is one hole I think my brother hasn’t tried yet,” 

He pulled out his fingers, coated in your slick, and went down to your buttocks. You jolted when he slid his fingers between them; he didn’t mind them being squished down, as long as you felt his fingers brush your hole. 

“Trust me,” Aemond sighed, forcing himself deep in your mouth, “I have many times. She loves it. She’s never cummed harder than when I’ve fucked her ass.” 

“Is that so?” Aegon asked, continuing to rub your ass hole while licking your clit. “I’d love to test that for myself.” 

“At least let me fuck her while you do that,” he grunted back, “I fear I might finish if I stay in her perfect mouth any longer.”

“Fine.”

Aegon moved away as you weakly straddled Aemond again. They kept you pressed to Aemond, who brought you into a deep kiss, while Aegon guided Aemond’s dick into your pussy. Your pussy still filled once more, you began bouncing on him out of habit. The brothers laughed at your desperation.

“Look at her,” Aegon laughed, giving your ass a spank, “So desperate for our cum, isn’t she? Do not fret, Lady Strong, you will get it soon.”

“Very soon,” Aemond held you down against him, continuing to kiss you while slowly pushing up inside you. 

The thing that drove you wild was feeling Aegon spread your ass cheeks apart. His tongue started sliding around the rim, occasionally sliding up to your crack and back down to where you and Aemond met. Aemond huffed whenever he did this. You could’ve sworn the elder brother licked over his balls once or twice, before returning to your ass. Keeping you spread open, Aemond whimpered at the slight teasing your heat brought. His tongue brushed around yours in each deep kiss, more fluids leaving your mouths. 

“He’s going to fuck you in your ass,” Aemond said in your ear, biting at your throat, “And you’re going to love every second of it.”

“Wait...”

“Don’t worry, love,” he said, “It only hurts for a moment. Aegon will be gentle with you...Oh, fuck, fuck, Aegon...”

You heard a soft humming come from below, and knew what Aegon did to Aemond. It excited you somehow. The thought of the two brothers locked in a passionate embrace some drunken night long ago made you start riding Aemond again. They let you enjoy this pleasure for a short time, however, before a finger slipped into your ass. The feeling alien and surreal, your eyes closed to savor the new pleasure burning you alive. Your body began feeling weak and pliable; they could do whatever they wished, as long as you were allowed to finally cum. Aegon kept his fingers at a gentle pace while he focused his tongue elsewhere. You knew where based on how Aemond’s head tilted into the pillow and his nails dug into your flesh. Aegon even pulled him out of you at one point, and you heard soft humming come from below, a bit of spitting before putting him back inside you. 

Soon, you felt something hard push to your hole. Thicker and harder than fingers, you braced yourself for the plunge. Aegon went inch by inch, giving you a second to adjust before going further. Aemond held you close, kissing you softly and muttering encouragements while his brother went hilt-deep into your ass. Having both brothers fully inside you completely undid you. They each slowly thrusted together, both of them hitting each side of the same spot. 

Neither of them stopped you once you came. You came hard and loud when they finally started going faster. Aegon teased your nipples while Aemond rubbed your clit to add more fuel to it all. Your screams filled the space of the bed, your orgasm hitting you hard and making your body contract. Your muscles shook as you feverishly pushed back into both cocks. You never imagined having two before. It felt better than anything else Aemond has ever done to you on his own. When you started coming down, trembling and quaking between them, they each withdrew from you and let you flop onto the bed below. Rather than stroke themselves...

Aegon and Aemond stroked each other. It seemed to heighten the pleasure for them both, making them both gasp and whine as they orgasmed. You laid there, touching your sore sex, as you watched them jerk each other off. Aemond’s large hand moved swiftly and easily over Aegon’s leaking cock, while Aegon squeezed the tip of Aemond’s each time he went to it. You wondered, as you begged them to cum on you, how many times they’ve done this. You wanted to see them do it again. Soon, the droplets of semen started spraying from their tips onto your body, leaving streaks of hot cum on your breasts and face. You kept your mouth open for whatever drops reached your mouth, which excited both of them further. 

When they finally finished, Aegon and Aemond fell onto the bed with you. You felt sticky, sweaty, and sore, yet also satisfied and elated from the sex. You thought it’d ended before Aegon started licking cum from you to put into your mouth with kisses. Aemond laid content to watch his brother kiss his wife, enjoying the sight of their tongues swapping what he’d just sprayed over you. This was usually the part where you wiped yourself clean, pulled on your gown, and left Aemond alone. However, your body became heavy with exhaustion and you doubted you’d be going anywhere. 

“How do you feel?” Aemond asked, a hint of concern in his voice as he rolled onto his side. 

“Tired.”

“She’s not the only one,” Aegon said in a stretch, “It’s been too long, Brother. Far too long.”

“I agree.” He pecked your lips softly, and whispered, “Stay here with me. I like keeping you close when I’ve finished breaking you apart...” 

The way he phrased it made you deepen his next kiss. By no means did you heart warm or melt at the kiss. These men will no doubt make it known what you’d done here today, whether in snide remarks near your mother or insults to your brothers. They’ll bring it up to silence you during arguments or simply to watch you turn away shamefully. Perhaps you’ll do the same by bringing up how Aemond nearly came when Aegon licked his balls. You kissed Aemond deeper, feeling a hand slide between your thighs. 

You’d learn that Targaryen lust is absolutely insatiable. 

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A/N: Wow, that really took a turn lol I know it was meant to be only Aemond x Niece, but I couldn’t help it with the TGC brain rot I’ve been experiencing. Hope you guys liked this one! <3 

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MORE DAD AEMOND FANFIC 🥺🙏🏻 ITS SO CUTE !!! I LOVE HOW DEDICATED HE IS WITH DRAGONS BUT STILL UNDERSTAND WHAT HIS FAMILY NEED BEST ✨🥲

⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰The wild princess and the wild dragon.

Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader.

Another part of Daddy Aemond for all of my lovelies.Now is Visenya time to shine and to finally have a dragon,just like her father did.

Thank you for reading and let me know what you think💕(sorry for the errors).

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The fire was crackling in the fireplace,the sun was rising above the horizon,every living small creature was now awaking for living another day in the peaceful and sunny Dragon Stone.

Y/n was laying on the bed,the white sheets were messy,half dangling on the floor and half wrapped around her sweaty body.Her hair sprawled on the pillow,back arching and eyes closing in the blissful feeling that was flaming on her skin.

It was the first lights in the morning,when her husband made his way on top of her after admiring her beautiful features.The perfect and immaculate texture of her skin,the sweet little smile on her sleepy face,the way her chest rose up and down in every breath.

Y/n hands wrapped around his neck and went to his hair,beautiful strands of silver moonlight,long enough for her to run her fingers through and to pull at.

Aemond moaned,pulling her closer until his lips claimed hers in a kiss full of desperation and need.He kissed her as if he was a man starved,the only thought of her the most delicious meal,and showing her exactly how much he craved her.

Y/n groaned in his mouth,the euphoric feeling pumping in her veins,wrapping her legs around his waist.He pulled her waist against his hard body,the bulge in his pants rubbing against her pelvic bone as he choked out with a moan:«I want another one.»his voice was low and it made her shiver.

His wife know immediately to what he was referring,to what his heart wished since the moment they got married,having another child.It wasn’t a secret for her,it wasn’t a secret for anyone,to see the way Aemond eye always lingered for too long on his wife belly,how he caressed it and the disappointment on his face to find it empty,imagining the future life that could come out of it.

Aemond had always been a family man,devoted to the woman that he loved and swore his life to,and to the beautiful children they had together.He didn’t had the best experience of family growing up,his parents barely looked in his direction or at each other,leaving him to be raised in empty rooms by even more empty people that gave him only the necessary.He didn’t wanted that for his children,he wanted them to feel safe and loved around him,always ready to find a shelter,a friend,a listener whenever they wished.

But now his children were growing,too fast for his liking.Rhaegal,his first son,his heir,soft and thoughtful like his mother,was now eighteen and ready to be wed to Lord Baratheon youngest daughter,making him spending half of his time in the Stormlands to court her.Aedion,his second son,now thirteen,calculating and mischievous,taking it after his paternal great grandfather,preferred to spend his free time with his cousin and with his dragon flying across Westeros.

Even his youngest daughter,Saera,who was only five,a beautiful princess that looked exactly like him,seemed to grown faster each day.Making him cherish every moment he had with her,from her first word,her first steps,answering to all her curiosities about the world that he’d always protect her from.

Then there’s was Visenya,his first daughter,the one girl he prayed and wished so much for,was now ten years old and a walking earthquake.The young princess was nothing like the Ladies of her age,nothing like her mother was.His daughter was short tempered,quick to anger and slave to acting before thinking.She preferred her hair short,no jewelry or pompous pastel dresses,but leather dark green pants and a sword.Instead of a Septa to take care of her and teaching her the good manners,Criston Cole was sworn to her,to teach her how to duel and how to work with armors on.

Y/n reached down with her hand,rubbing against his prominent bulge«Another girl?»she teased him with a smirk on her face.

Aemond shuddered,a spark running dow his body«I don’t care»he panted in her ear«As long as it’s you who’s giving it to me.»now sucking on the tender skin of her neck.

A loud knock on the door was what made them pull away.Needy lips running after each other,short breaths,and warm skins as they both got up from bed,adjusting themselves.

Criston Cole stood in the doorway,his white cape and shining armor making him look even more dutiful«I’m sorry to interrupt your morning my prince,my princess.»he stated looking at the couple.

«Has something happened?»Y/n was smothering down her nightgown,the one that till a moment before her husband wanted to rip off her.

Aemond was beside her,his hair messy thank to her,eye widened when he saw two of his children making their way into the room.

Aedion had become taller in years,but still he was shorter than his brother and his father were at his age.His white hair were a mess of silver strands,like someone had pulled them roughly,the angular features of his pale face morphed in a annoyed expression.Under his left eye a purple bruise bloomed on his skin with a little cut,sand all over his cheeks.

Visenya stood beside him,soaked from head to toe,was trying her best to not shiver but the sound of her teeth trembling was audible in all the room.Her shoulder length hair were wet,sticking on her neck and cheeks.The dark fabric of her clothes,clinging on her like a second skin while little droplets of water landed on the stone floor.Her hands were on her side,clenched fits,and on her right hand her knuckles were peeled,crusty blood on them.

«I heard the screams and i found them fighting on the beach.»Ser Criston explained.

Y/n looked at her husband,exchanging a knowing look with him«Why when something happens is always the two of you?»she said in a exasperated tone.

«He started it-»Visenya bursted out immediately,adverting on her the gaze of her parents.

«She attacked me!»Aedion defended himself,pointing his accusatory finger on his sister.

«Quiet,both of you!»Aemond yelled,tiredness in his voice.

Then he pulled Visenya in his arms,wrapping a blanket around her shaking figure a guiding her toward the fireplace.The little girl sighed in relief,enjoying the warmth of the flames and her father caressing her back to help her warm up.

Y/n took a deep breath,placing a hand on her son shoulder«Thank you,Ser Criston.We will take care of it.»she thanked him with a genuine smile.

The knight bowed his head and closed the door behind him,leaving the scene.When his mother turned to look at him,her face stoic and a strict gaze on her eyes,Aedion shivered on his feet.

«Care to tell me why you and your sister were fighting like animals,again?»she asked,anger very clear in the sound of her voice.

Y/n took her son face on her hands,examining the bruised skin and cleaning him from the sand.Aedion hissed in pain,closing his eyes and trying to turn away from his mother grasp«She punched me!She is the animal,look at the way she dress!»he cried out.

Visenya head shot up,angry purple eyes setting on her brother«You deserved it!It’s you who gave me a donkey!»she barked back.

«Because you are one!»Aedion told her,his face now free from his mother care but still hiding behind her body.

«Aedion!»Y/n yelled immediately at her son insult.

There was a ruffle sound,the blanket that was covering Visenya cold body was now on the floor,the little girl ready with another punch for her brother face.Fortunately,Aemond was ready to catch her by her waist,holding her up against his chest,before she could flung herself on Aedion scared figure.

«Enough!»Aemond roared,his daughter kicking and squirming in his arms ceased at the authority in his voice«Me and your mother are gonna deal with this separately,since the two of you can’t be civil enough to have a proper conversation.»he stated,breathing deeply through his nose.

Y/n nodded at him,knowing more than well that this was the only solution.Growing up,she had missed the special bond that Aedion and Visenya had.Once they were inseparable,it was impossible to see one without the other,playing together,laughing and caring for each other.

Now it was impossible to see them going along,always picking on one another,the continue teasing and stupids pranks.It was tiring,especially since both Y/n and Aemond wanted nothing more than a lovely family who have each other backs.

When his wife closed the door behind her,taking with her their son,Aemond turned his gaze to his daughter now sitting again on the carpet next to the fire.

Her little figure was curled up against the stone wall,one of her hand towards the flames to gather some warmth.Aemond could her the sound of her sniffing and see her lucid eyes,it broke his heart to see her like that.

«Want to tell about this donkey?»Aemond voice was calm now,softer.

«They both laughed at me,like i’m some sort of jester.»Visenya started,her little face softened,tears to the corner of her eyes.

Aemond chest ached at the sound of her broken and shaky voice«Visenya»he started calling her attention«You need to tell me what happened,otherwise i can’t help you.»he got closer to her,sitting next to her and caressing her cheek to wipe away the tears.

His daughter cleared her throat and nodded«Aedion and Jaehaerys said that here in Dragon Stone lived three wild dragons»she talked lowly«so they took me to get one,so i could be just like the rest of you.But instead they gave me a donkey.»she told him,little sobs leaving her mouth.

Aemond froze on his spot,his mind racing just like his pulse did.Suddenly it all came back to him,it was like living that stupid nightmare again but instead of a donkey his false dragon was a pig.His chest burned with anger,if he closed his eye he swore he could still hear his brother and nephews making fun of him.But what anger him the most was that no matter,no matter the fact that he got he revenge on them by claiming the biggest dragon in Westeros,that didn’t felt like a win now that his daughter had to experience his same pain.

He felt powerless,he had promised Y/n that he would protect his daughter from the moment she was born till his last breath on this earth,but he was unable to shelter her from his own past.

«Then I got angry»Visenya sniffed again«and i punched Aedion in the face.Jaehaerys had to throw me in the sea to stop me.»she explained,looking up to her father with sad eyes.

But it was different this time,his daughter was different,he was different.When it happened to him,his mother did what little she could,promising him that one day he would had a dragon.His father never talked about it,not even a pitiful glance on his way,not a single word of comfort to forget.Even though his mother tried,that weren’t the words that his younger self needed her to say to him,the ones that only him said to himself.

What he needed that day was someone to tell him:«If there is a dragon out there,go and claim it.»just like he did right now.

He couldn’t repair on what his parents did for him,but he could be the best version of himself for his daughter so that she could never experience this kind of pain again.

Visenya eyes widened«Can i?»she asked,like for a permission,her eyes now sparkling.

Aemond smiled at her«It is your birth right,as a Targaryen,to have one.If you are brave and bold enough go and claim one for yourself.»he stated,turning serious.

His daughter shivered,but this time not from the cold but for the examination that she felt running through her veins at her father next words«You are not a donkey,you are a dragon.So be a dragon.»

Y/n was sitting on a chair in her son room,from the other side of the table Aedion was looking down at his hands.The Maester had left just a moment ago,after cleaning a stitching up the little cut that he had under his eye.

The smell of medical alcohol still lingered the room«It was just a harmless joke»Aedion tried to defend himself.

His mother crossed her arms,the disappointment on her face hurted more than the punch he received in the morning«Visenya is your sister and you,better than anyone,should know how much this topic hurts her.»she stated with a stern voice.

Aedion sighed«It’s just»he started«she has to be in everything that i do all the time.»he explained.

«Aedion-»his mother began.

But the young boy interrupted her«It’s the truth!Whenever i’m practicing with the sword she is there.When i want to take a fly with Hyperion she asks me to come and father says i have to take her.This vacation on Dragon Stone was suppose to be my free time with Jaehaerys but she’s been following us since we first landed here!»he sounded tired,ready to cry and combust on himself.

Y/n face softened,a little smile on her face,as she stood up and walked to her son.Turning around the table,she took his face in her hands,carefully caressing his cheek with her thumb«She wants to be involved because she want to be like you.»she said with a tender voice«Ask her who’s her favorite dragon rider is,but don’t tell your father the answer.»she then chuckled making her son do the same.

Aedion looked surprised,a sparkle behind his lavander eyes«Really?Me?»he sounded surprised.

But when his mother nodded his chest warmed and his heart ached«I’m sorry for what i did.»he murmured.

Y/n smiled,she understood him.Being a older brother have its up and its down,and a nagging little sister wasn’t always the best thing to have around.But with the sincerity of his words and the sight of regret in his eyes,she knew everything would be better.

«You have to tell this to your sister.»she said,hugging him closer to her.

Night time came faster than a blink of an eye.The sky was dark and starless,looking empty and intimidating,the cold breeze of the ocean and the impetuous wind hollowed knocking at the winds to come in.The pale moonbeams lulled every living creature to sleep,expect for one.

Visenya lifted the warm covers from her body,jumping out of her bed,dressing quickly with a dark green cloak on her shoulders and a torch in her hands she flew out of the castle and making her way to the hills around it.

She had heard tales from the small folks who lived there,about three wild dragons that roamed the island at night.One who was know to steal the sheep from the shepherds,one shy and silent,barely seen,and another one,the biggest out of them,that eats his own kind.

The young princess shivered,the cold wind hitting her pale face as her legs walked faster in the dark cave.It was pitch black,humid and smelled like something died in there.The little flame of her torch flicked as more deep she got,tracing her hand on the rough stone walls,under he feet she could hear the cracking of something breaking with each step she was taking until the darkness swallowed her up.

In her head the comforting words of her father repeated themselves.She was a dragon,she was brave and she was bold,named after the strongest woman warrior that ever existed in Westeros,it was her birth right to claim that dragon.

But not only a simple dragon,her need to prove herself,to be better,made her want the biggest out of the three dragons:the Cannibal.

Visenya jumped surprised,squeezing her purple eyes and crunching down when she heard a little screeching sound.Pointing her torch to the ground a little smile appeared on her face,a dragon,no bigger than a cat,scales greens as a emerald,was lurking towards her.

She remembered seeing her brothers,the rest of her family raising little dragons and taking care of them since they came out of the shell.How she missed it,now looking at the small creature that she could have had since her birth,the pain of a sensation that she will never be able to feel.

«Nyke’m daor going naejot ōdrikagon ao.»her voice was calm as she spoke slowly,spelling out every word.

Her father had taught her the dragons language,along her brothers,when she was a child,narrating to them all the tales of ancient Valyria at its full glory.

Visenya was calm,even though her heart raced,and politely telling to the small dragon that she wasn’t there to hurt it.The little creature had other plans,seeing a stranger entering the cave,a snarl came out of it opening his wide mouth.

The young princess didn’t had the time to react,to jump back and to retire her hand before it was to late.The green dragon pointy and sharp teeth closed around her left hand,the sound of broken bones and the high pitch screams leaving her mouth echoed on the stone walls.

The pain went directly to her heart,her pulse quicker,hot tears running down her cheeks,as she tried to hit the small dragon with the torch.Before she could even lift her right arm,a loud roar shook the very foundation of Dragon Stone,the sound of heavy steps and animalistic snarls.

The Cannibal emerged from the shadows,black as coal with menacing green eyes,he was the largest and the oldest of the three wild dragons.

Visenya stood still with her knees on the dirty floor,her left hand tucked to her chest trembling.Blood was everywhere,on her white camisole,her pants,her cloak,under her chin and especially on left arm.She couldn’t feel her fingers,nothing aside the sharp pain the was running up her hand and all over her small body.

The wild dragon in front of her opened his mouth and without wasting his time,with just one bite,he ate the smaller green one.The sound of chewing,the smell of blood and death,and the vision didn’t made her flinch.

Instead,hissing in pain,she tore a piece of her green cloak to wrap it on her hand to prevent more bleeding.Then she rose on her feet,not even this would had stopped her to have that dragon.

Visenya walked slowly,the Cannibal eyes were scrutinized her,looking at every move the young princess was making in her way towards him.

Lifting her right hand up,almost near him,Visenya felt a strange pull in her chest,something warm,like a hook in her ribs that was dragging her to the creature.

The dragon opened his mouth,a glowing color sparkled in the back of his throat with a ferocious rumble.

«Dohaeris.»she stated with authority in her voice,every trace of fear leaving her body«Dohaeris,Cannibal.»she repeated.

Listening to her,with a low sound,the creature closed his mouth,obeying her just like Visenya requested.Something,a primal devotion that was in him before his birth,finally awoke.

«Lykiri.»Visenya said again,an invisible string was tying itself up around them,keeping them close to each other,calm like she asked him,when her hand finally touched the warm scales on his head and he let her.

Because now,the Cannibal was not a wild dragon and Visenya wasn’t a donkey.They belonged to each other,a dragon and his rider.

It was the sound of something hard landing and breaking the ground outside their window,a low screeching sound that made the glass tremble,that woke them up.

Aemond and Y/n were sleeping peacefully in each other arms,right under the warm covers when a servant girl came rushing into their chambers stating that something had happened to the princess.

In the grand Hall,Y/n was crunched down,still in her nightgown,tears in the corner of her eyes and a worried expression on her face«She’s gonna be fine,right?»she asked with trembling voice for the tenth time.

The Grand Maester,an old man,was sitting at the table in the center of the room,Viseny was right in front of him.Her left hand was in a horrible state,covered in blood,the flesh torn apart and one of her fingers almost detached.

«Her hand gonna heal,princess.»the Maester reassured her«But i can’t save this one finger.»he said pointing at the ring finger.

Aemond felt his mouth become dry,his pulse was quick in his ear while watching the way his wife cried out at the horrible news holding her daughter desperately.

Again it felt like living again that moment of his childhood,remembering how his mother was crashed for what happened to his eye and now seeing his wife going through the same pain.

Visenya hissed in pain as the Maester was stitching the cuts on her hand,but a little smile was present on her face«Do not worry mother.I may have lost a finger,but i gained a dragon.»she stated proud of herself.

Aemond let out a choked chuckle«A fair exchange.»he whispered to his daughter,caressing her head.

Y/n head shot up to her husband,the anger in her eyes made him shiver«Our daughter could have died!And you say it was a fair exchange ?»she screamed at him.

Aemond breathed through his nose,as a father he almost had a heart attack when he saw his daughter bloody hand.But his younger self was screaming how proud he was of her,seeing coming down the sky with her dragon.

«I’m aware of what could have happened.»he remained her«But it didn’t,that dragon was destined to belong to her.From now on he will protect her.»he said.

Visenya passed her eyes from her father to her mother«I’m fine and i finally have all that i ever wanted.I’m sorry if i made you worry.»she excused herself.

Y/n sighed deeply,knowing that no matter what,her husband and daughter were more similar to each other than anything else.It would been impossible to make them change their mind on this topic.

«But you have to promise me that you will ride that thing only when you will have a saddle and in your father presence,deal?»she said,a small smile that mirrored his daughter one.

«Deal!»Visenya answered enthusiastically.

Aemond smiled,making his way towards his wife a wrapping his arms around her.A quick kiss on her forehead as he realized that even Visenya now had grown,from the little tremendous girl to a soon magnificent dragon rider.And he couldn’t wait to be there for her in every step,helping her and teaching to her like he did with his sons.

«After this,i definitely want another one.»

[erajoie07]

Royal sex stuff : Aemond x Fem reader

Warnings: not suitable for some ages, straight up sex

Aemond drags YN in a hurry towards the bathroom of his family's majestic home. Those who have witnessed them scurry wonder about them. 

He locks the door and he slowly turns toward YN who is also perplexed by his behavior.

"Do you want to take a shit, old man?" She teases him and laughs mocking him by pointing to the toilet seat. But Aemond's eyes are only dark and she begins to turn it down.

Aemond walks forward and YN steps back, until she reaches a wall. 

"I have a hard on." He whispers to his ear, massaging those aching balls. 

YN focuses her gaze on the bulging part in the middle of his black pants. She must have turned her on when she danced with the other women during their dance with the bride.

YN places her hand on that bulging part and runs her palm along that noticeable shaft piercing through. 

"What do you want me to do about it?" She mock-innocently asks.

Aemond groans in pain, slamming his palm to the wall and nudges his head to the side of her neck. "YN, please suck me off dry." 

YN pushes him back and goes on her knees like a devotee to her god. She then tries unbuckles his belt, but to his dissatisfaction, she can't unhook the hook from its hole. Aemond unsteadily unhooks and unbuckles it. Impatience is etched across his face—his eyebrows furrow, his nose flares every second, and his mouth opens as his breathing is staggered. YN just watches his fingers do their work, not minding his face. She helps him pull his pants along with his boxer brief. She meets his long and thick dick, flowing with pre-cum. 

YN begins to lick the head of his dick, dragging and focusing the tip of her tongue to its hole. Licking it like it's a lollipop got Aemond moaning a little. YN runs her tongue from the base to the head before teasing to swallow the head. 

"That's it, give me more," he says, his mouth is open and his eyes are close to that ragged breathing from that lusty movements she makes with her tongue. 

"Suck those balls, love." 

And she sucks the skin, while her hand strokes the shaft and her other hand on his hip. As she puts her lips on its skin, she pulls it a little, never failing to lose her eye contact with him. Aemond, in return, caresses her hair and his fingers swim on her scalp to massage it. YN continues to suck and pull his balls to stimulate him further, making him grip her hair tightly. YN sucks his dick halfway inside her mouth with pressure. She bobs her head forward then backward in a fast pace, giving Aemond a ragged breathing and an even tighter grip on her hair. YN then abruptly slows it down all the way to the head, rendering Aemond a moaning mess and a tingling feeling.

"Do that again," he orders

Knock, knock, knock, on the door. Aemond turns around to the door, squinting his eyes if he locked it. YN looks at him when he meets her gaze back.

"Hello, will you take long?"

Aemond and YN recognize that voice. A man's voice. But YN continues to suck him rapidly, delivering himself towards her.

The doorknob moves left to right, signifying the man's want to enter.

"Let's just go the other room," the man says, what seems talking to another person.

The other person groans, "Bet that's diarrhea."

A woman's voice.

YN removes her mouth to snicker. Aemond notices this and shoots YN a dangerous stare.

"Bet that's diarrhea" she mocks.

Aemond grabs her jaw and stuffs his dick inside her mouth, then bobs her head himself. YN tries to take the control but Aemond has a hold on her head. Aemond pulls her head towards his pelvis, deepthroating her. He then lets go for her to lead and continued to suck him off fast a few times. Aemond feels himself closing in, "That's it, more, more YN."

YN sets her pace and Aemond holds her head again, deepthroating her, and he shoots his load to the back of his throat.

"Ahhhh-fucking hell, yeah-" he lets out a satisfied sigh and he slowly releases his grip on her head.

YN then shows his cum to him, "Swallow it, princess."

She does as she is told and swallows it with contentment, ending by giving him her smile.

Before they go back, YN meet Conrad between Serenity's legs as she sits sprawling on the window seat. The bottom of her dress rudes high up, with her underwear hanging on one of her ankles.

YN sees her dipping her finger inside her pussy before Conrad pulls it inside his mouth to taste her sweet juice.

"Delicious," he remarks. Conrad puts it again, "I can't get enough."

Then Conrad goes on his knees to face her "delicious" femininity.

Alora has heard so much about Conrad, and his several sudden meetings with her. How he lost some things, valuable, and his powers. How he wishes to become a mortal man just to be with her forever. Alora has heard the rumor of Serenity's want to be annointed with the elixir of youth. She knows what that is and the consequences of being annointed with it. It will ruin them both in the end.

"Oh, Con" Serenity moans

"YN" Aemond calls her quietly. She turns back towards him and he nudges his head to the side. YN walks back and takes his hand and they walk together.

"You're still watching porn here. That's some royal stuff. Wait till you hear the rumors."

YN is quiet during their walk towards the outside. Her gaze is stuck to the ground, zoning out, and her eyebrows furrow in sadness.

"Serenity is a mortal and Conrad intends to marry her. But her wish would be fatal. Chloe is going to be bound with Fantine soon, and intends to denounce his immortality. And..."

"And I'm going to marry you, soon. I just need his blessing." He points to the king's portrait.

YN looks at him in utter worry, "Why do I feel like nobody will accept us? Our families are enemies."

Aemond stops them both and he puts both of his palms on her cheeks.

"Death will not be the solution to end this feud. Maybe it's time we teach ourselves our own ways and see that there is beauty, not hate. YN, I will marry you, whether they like it or not. I will threaten the king's son, Marvius if I need to."

YN taps his arm angrily.

"I'd do that, really."

YN taps his arm again, this time even harder.

"I will marry you, let's work on this together. And I will never let you go."

Aemond places a passionate kiss on her lips, to which YN gives back.

Aemond notices Conrad and Serenity approaching. He stands beside YN. He bows and YN curtsy when they pass them. Conrad nods his head, while, Serenity smiles and waves at them lovingly.

"You both look perfect." Serenity compliments.

YN can only smile and she croaks her gratitude, Aemond snickers after.

Conrad and Serenity takes a turn in the hallway. Aemond looks at YN, then smirks. She is bewildered by his gesture.

"Royal stuff."

They go back to the party where they see the guests enjoy their drinks and snacks. They meet Serenity and Conrad after.

[absurduty]

MASTERLIST

AEMOND TARGARYEN

UNDER HIS SKIN [AEMOND X BIG SISTER!READER]

SAINTLIKE [AEMOND X BIG SISTER!READER]

ADORNMENTS [AEMOND X LITTLE SISTER!READER] COMING SOON

ANAKIN SKYWALKER

no fics yet… but requests are always welcome 🪐

BILLY LOOMIS

no fics, but please feel free to request 🔪👻

JACAERYS VELARYON

ASHORE [JACAERYS X AUNT!READER] COMING SOON

TRYSTANE MARTELL

THE SUN AND THE MOON [TRYSTANE X STARK!READER] COMING SOON

[legitalicat]

Sweet Sister (Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader x Jacaerys Velaryon)

AN: Oh gosh guys. I did it. Thank you to @zaldritzosrose for being my workshop partner (I also got the amazing dividers from her) and to my spiritual twin @foxyanon for reading a bit of it when I needed to make sure it was okay. Also this snowballed very hard very fast I am sorry.

Masterlist here!

Summary: It wasn't the fault of them that this was their lot in life. Aemond and YN could only make the best of a marriage they did not particularly want. Yet Jacaerys does not see it as an obstacle. The gods made her for him. She was meant to be his.

TW: Language, characters are over 18, AFAB reader, use of YN in 3rd person pov, use of she/her pronouns, SMUT SMUT SMUT, oral (fem!receiving), a smidge of dry humping, lactation kink, tiddie sucking, masturbation, cuck!Aemond, threesome, Dom!Jacaerys, switch!Aemond (mostly veering on subbing), sub!reader, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, Jace's monster cock, NO DANCE, canon typical Targcest, Jace grinding his cock on Aemond, Jace cumming on Aemond, cum eating, spit, political marriage, Jace kinda teaching Aemond to proper fuck his wife, I think that's all

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon Niece!Reader, Jacaerys Velaryon x younger sister!Reader

Word count: 6.2k

It wasn’t his fault.

It was a thought that lived consistently in her mind in the years since her marriage. Both of them offered to each other’s mother as a solution to the growing rift between them. A marriage made in desperate hopes to avoid an ever looming annihilation.

It was good, she supposed, that it was to a man she was so familiar with. Her Uncle Aemond, while never particularly warm, had always been kind enough. He usually spared her the vitriol he shot at her brothers. Even when making it clear he knew the truth, he was less violent in his hatred. Queen Alicent raised him to be better than that.

A spat between boys here and there was acceptable, expected even. Training together, he got plenty of chance to beat on them, to spill the vile whispers that invaded his ears. Nobody but Ser Harwin ever said anything, but Aemond figured it was only because he was too stupid to pretend as everyone else did.

YN was different. Between his mother and Ser Criston, he knew that every woman was meant to be seen with a certain amount of respect. Despite who her father was, or wasn’t, YN was a princess. She was not like her brothers, who antagonized him at every step. And so he would hold his tongue.

As children, they were polite to each other. If he and the Velaryon boys were arguing, he went quiet when she would walk into the room. He would hold the door for her and in the same motion let it slam on Jacaerys.

It was this politeness that allowed Alicent to see reason. She couldn’t marry her only daughter to one of Rhaenyra’s sons, yet the King made it clear that it was his will their lines would converge. She made a counter offer to Rhaenyra’s, Aemond wed to YN. The Princess of Dragonstone denied for many the same reasons The Queen denied hers. But the Driftmark Incident all but forced her hand if she wished for Lucerys to remain unharmed as a consequence.

He was a good husband to her when they married not long after her coming of age. He stood by her side at court, always keeping her close. Over the moons they spent at each other’s side, a natural affection was felt between them. It may not have been a fairytale romance, but he at least could be counted as her friend. And for a girl who was without her family for the first time in her life, a friend was exactly what she needed.

It wasn’t Aemond’s fault that they were still expected to provide children to their line. They held off as long they could. Yet as they approached two years of marriage, rumors of infertility started hanging over their head. He could not bare to leave his wife to such scrutiny. It was only then they started laying together as husband and wife.

The affection they felt gave a solid foundation for their relationship in the bedroom. It was an awkward beginning in which he would blush every time his hand grazed her breasts and a small squeak would leave her lips when she saw him naked. Aemond, though, was a man of proficiency. He always planned to be the best in everything, the need in him increasing tenfold upon learning that bringing his wife to orgasm increased her odds of becoming pregnant.

“You looked lovely tonight at dinner,” he commented as they came from dinner.

“Thank you, husband. Your words flatter me always,” she told him.

He opened the door to their suite, the warmth of the fire already having filled the living space. When the door closed behind them, she let out a noticeable breath of relief. She always preferred the peace of their suite.

He stepped closer and began to unlace her gown. She reached behind her as he did so and took a hold of one of his wrists.

“Are you nervous?” he whispered. She hadn’t been nervous with him in months, but he always asked.

“Grateful, I suppose. For a husband like you,” she told him. Her dress fell to the ground in a pool around her ankles. She had forgone her slip and so she now stood naked in front of him. “I must admit though, today I am eager. I feel as though soon I shall be pregnant.”

He gave a small smile even though she could not see him. “A darling mother you shall be. How many do you wish us to have?”

“No less than two,” she told him. “So I hope you do not mind continuing this for a few years yet to come.”

“Never, my sweet niece. After all, I do still enjoy myself as a man should when I bed you.”

Satisfied, she released his wrist entirely so that he move as he wish. A feather light kiss to her shoulder as he began to undo his pants. A hand roaming the front of her body from behind, grabbing and squeezing to elicit soft little hums of approval from her. With his pants off, he stepped closer to her.

“Settee or bed?” he whispered in her ear, his hard cock pressing firmly against her ass.

“Settee,” she whispered while a shudder moved through her. Within a heartbeat, he lead her to the sofa near them.

“I want to make sure my seed takes in your womb, little wife,” he whispered in her ear before he helped her into position.

His touch traveled from her hip to entangle itself in her hair. She turned her face to him to allow a single kiss before he pushed her head roughly onto the settee’s cushion. Any sound she made was muffled by the cushion, but it was how they preferred.

The blood rush provided by his delicate fingers created as many desires in her as it sated. Any looks of love he would give her would be fake, they didn’t love each other. Yet when his nails raked against her back as he prepared to grab her hips, she knew she was lucky in this.

His left hand rested along the curve of her hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh to hold her where he wanted her. His right hand moved between her thighs before finding their home in her folds.

The fabric where her mouth was pressed warmed against her skin as she let out small, repetitive moans. In the months since their first bedding, his fingers had become experts at a quick orgasm. He would flex his thumb to rest against her pearl with fluctuating pressures in time with the speed of his middle and ring fingers thrusting into her cunt.

Her thighs trembled as Aemond curled his fingers, coaxing her orgasm ever closer. A faint sound of her moaning made it to his ears as her walls tightened around the digits. She came hard, only getting a second’s reprieve before his hand moved away and it’s presence replaced by his long cock.

His hips repeatedly moving into her turned him into a desperate man. Watching himself disappear into her cunt while her ass melted against the muscles of his lower abdomen was a sight made of sin. She was soaked around him, her juices dripping off his cock.

Aemond was a restrained man until he was on the precipice of orgasm. It was when she felt his fingers return to her swollen pearl and his hips start to stutter that she cried out. She could feel him pawing at her back, his once anchoring grasp becoming a desperate touch. His movements were no longer careful and considered as he rubbed his thumb eagerly against her pearl and fucked into her with abandon. She could feel the tension begin to build within her as she whispered his name into the cushion again and again.

She came for a second time, squealing into the cushion as she attempted to move forward. The pleasurable band that had snapped inside her belly increased how much she felt tenfold. Every movement of his cock was like the sweetest torture. The head pushed against that spongy spot inside of her, making her whimper with every brush. Her walls gripped even tighter, like he was the missing piece of her.

He groaned out her name as he released his spend, ropes of white coating her walls. She was certain, as he pulled out of her while trying to steady his breath, that this was it. This would be their luck.

Within two moons she had confirmation she was pregnant. She wrote letters to her family immediately upon telling Aemond. Together, they would walk to Her Grace the Queen’s apartments and tell her she would once again become a grandmother. One would think they had divulged the secrets of the universe with the way the Queen became so overjoyed.

She was approaching her fifth month of pregnancy when her family returned to King’s Landing so that her mother could take the Throne. With the passing of King Viserys, many had anticipated war. But neither Rhaenyra or Alicent wanted to risk losing their grandchild. If war had broken out, both knew that the baby would be torn between the desires of both it’s parents. That was enough.

YN stood in wait for her family alone at the Dragon Pit. The peace was tense already, and they had yet to arrive. But one by one, the elder members of her family landed on their dragons in front of her.

A journey by ship would take too long when there was a throne to take. Her mother dismounted Syrax with grace befitting a queen. Her eyes though did not fix themselves to her mother, instead the new Prince of Dragonstone capturing her full attention.

“My sweet sister,” her older brother said once he dismounted Vermax.

Jacaerys looked at her like she was his favorite toy. Two years her elder and that had never changed. She was his little sister, the one he knew the gods crafted from the heavens specifically for him. It was everything he believed to be true. She was meant to be his Queen, to be his.

That is why he was never too worried about her betrothal to Aemond when it was announced. Jace knew he didn’t necessarily need to be her first husband. Men run away or die every day, leaving their families behind. Knowing his uncle meant knowing how perfect the one eyed man had to be. He anticipated Aemond running away the moment he proved to be subpar at being a husband.

And when he did inevitably run, when he did abandon his wife, all Jacaerys needed to do was be there. He had told YN her entire life how he adored her, how he would give her a crown and a throne and nobody would doubt his devotion to her. She would be his equal in every way once he was King. No marriage to some lesser standing man would change that.

“Jace,” she said with a smile on her face. She closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He was sturdy, lean but firm. There was no sway in his body when she all but collided into him in her excitement, her small bump pressing against him. He held her just as close.

Even her pregnancy could not dissuade him from believing they were meant for each other. Jacaerys knew she would have children from this marriage, he had long prepared for that reality. But this child was as much of her as it was of Aemond, and he would love every part of his beloved sister.

“You are stunning, my queen. The babe is not too much trouble, I hope?” he asks when he pulls away. But only enough to look at her.

“Oh none at all. The little bug has only just began kicking,” she told him.

“I was more referring to your husband, but I am grateful your pregnancy has been easy thus far,” he told her with a smirk, creating a giggle she could not hold back.

His eyes look over her face more times than he can count. He had never seen a beauty such as hers. From the way her lips stretched as she smiled, to the little furrow in her brow as she watched him look at her, to the subtlety of her eyes shining with a joy he doubted she had for years. Everything about her captivated him.

As his eyes raked further down her body he was a man in love. Her breasts already were beginning to swell with milk, looking deliciously full and ripe for providing his pleasure. The bump was small, he knew she wasn’t too far along just yet, but seeing evidence of a child growing inside her was enough for him to feel like a man gone mad.

His cock began to swell under his trousers. He could not resist pulling her in for another hug just to be able to rut against her for a mere moment. It was subtle, discreet, one would be forgiven for thinking it was the embrace of a brother who missed his sister. She knew what he was doing. She could feel his bulge pressing through his skirts and against her heat.

“I have missed you dearly, my queen,” he whispered in her ear.

“I have missed you as well, my dear brother,” she whispered, hugging him tighter to her.

Pregnancy had a way of clouding her judgement. She desired more than just this juvenile attempt at some relief. And while it was true Aemond would tend to her when her hormones became too overwhelming, there was a difference. Aemond was her husband, the man she was legally bound to. He was the father of the babe cradled safely inside her. He was allowed.

Jace was her older brother. Adore him as she might, he had no true claim to her. They had risked enough the night before her wedding when he made her ride his thigh to orgasm. It was his way of ensuring she knew pleasure before he would get the chance to properly give it to her. But now, to even do this was a slap in the face to her husband and an affront to the gods.

He pulled away, completely this time, and smiled at her. “Your presence has been missed deeply, sweetling.”

And with no other words he stepped away and allowed a proper greeting between her and their mother.

With Rhaenyra’s coronation and subsequent restructuring of the Small Council, life remained hectic for months. Rhaenyra was smarter than her father as a ruler, she understood that the only thing that posed a threat to her rule was the ambitions of one man in particular. The best way to remove such a threat was to understand the ambition and give it only enough power to remain useful to her.

Her first act? Removing Otto Hightower as Hand. He was still on the Small Council as Master of Whisperers, as he was a man best kept close and an expert of intelligence. In his stead she placed Jacaerys until such a time he was married and would move to his seat of Dragonstone. It would give him opportunity to learn the workings of ruling the country that would once be his. As a way to create good faith between her and her brothers, she offered them positions as well. She would appoint Aemond as Master of Laws, as she doubted there were any who knew more of Westeros’ histories and laws as him. And for Aegon she created the position of Master of Celebrations, offering no further explanation before he accepted.

Being as her husband was preoccupied with his newfound duties, YN spent many nights alone. The babe, due in the next month by now, made her ache and weep. It was all she could do to avoid such pains. If it wasn’t her back or hips hurting, both from the weight of her stomach and the way her body prepared for labour, it was the way her breasts were already filling to the brim.

Her only comfort was found in her baths. The water ran so hot it would be uncomfortable for many. She had the blood of dragons coursing through her, she carried a dragon inside her. A little extra heat did nothing to dissuade her.

In fact, she was sitting on the bed, waiting for her maids to bring forth the water needed. Her hands massaged her aching breasts to attempt to provide any relief for her. As such, she was hardly covered by anything. Only a thin sheet laid draped over her lower half.

There was a knock on the door. She beckoned them inside, assuming it was her maids. Yet when she opened her eyes, there stood Jacaerys. Her eyes widened slightly, though she made no grand attempt to hide herself.

“My sweet, are you okay?” he asked her softly. His voice was filled with a love she had mostly forgotten.

“Pregnancy is hard on the body, at it turns out,” she joked as he came closer to her. It was then she pulled the sheet up further, now hiding her breasts.

“And your husband is not here to attend to you,” he commented. He sat in front of her on the bed and repositioned the sheet, exposing her breasts and pregnant belly to him.

“He does as he can. His duties have been weighing more as of late, though, so I am typically asleep by his finishing hour,” she told him.

“A dutiful wife. Never speaking ill of him,” he whispered.

“He has been good to me, Jace. He cares a great deal for my safety and happiness. Better to me than I believe many would have been,” she said in response. Her words were soft and genuine. She bore no ill will for Aemond, truly she did not. And she would not pretend she did.

“I am grateful you were granted such a kindness by the gods.”

His hands moved now from the sheet he stilled gripped to roam her stomach. The babe kicked at his touch as if to say hello. The two chuckled at the sensation.

“She has never kicked so eagerly before,” YN told him.

“She?” he asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“Call it instinct,” she shrugged, smiling at his hand on her stomach.

“She has a fiery resolve, just as her mother and her mother before,” Jacaerys told her happily before leaning forward and placing a kiss to her stomach. “Such a beautiful mother already, my queen.”

“You are too good at your flattery, brother,” she whispered.

“Is it flattery if it’s true? Is it flattery if just the sight of you, swollen with a babe and practically dripping milk, make my cock harden?” he asked, looking up at her with his chin rested on her stomach.

When her jaw slacked and her lips parted, he knew he had her attention in the way he needed. He moved up her body, pressing gentle kisses along her stomach and breasts as he did. Her uptick in breathing was bordering on panting as she watched him. His mess of curls tickled her skin just as his lips did.

“Can’t wait until it is my babe in your stomach. But I will love this one just the same,” he murmured against her skin.

“I am married, brother,” she whispered as she attempted to move his head away.

“You think the gods care for the law of man when they have crafted you for me?” he asked. His body did not budge at her insistent nudges.

“Jacaerys,” she whispered.

His hand flew up to grip her wrist. It did not hurt but it was a former grasp than Aemond ever had. In a moment her hand was being held to the mattress by his own, his head unmoving. His face was nestled comfortably in the crook of her neck where he inhaled deeply.

“You know you were made for me, little one, just as I have known it always. And you said yourself our uncle cares for your happiness, yet where is he? Why does he not tend to you as you prepare for him the greatest gift?” he murmured against her neck.

“He is busy,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut as he once again inhaled her.

“The gods themselves would have to bind me to the earth in order to keep me from putting my cock in you whenever you needed,” he told her before nipping at her skin.

His free hand found it’s way to her left breast. She whimpered a bit under his touch, the pain she felt earlier mixing with a pleasure from how much he desired her. She could feel his smirk against her neck as he began rutting his hips against her lap. His hardened cock pressed painfully into her thigh.

She should tell him to move. She knew he would respect her desires. But how could she focus on any desire she held save for him? She had always loved Jacaerys as he loved her.

Her first memory was of Jace promising her she would be his Queen. He doted on her from the moment she was born. He had always told her she was his, made for him by the gods to be his perfect match, even after her betrothal. And while she understood the role she was meant to play in keeping the peace, she believe it too.

“What is this?” Aemond’s voice said from the door.

YN was about to answer him, to insist that despite what it looked like she had only been waiting for her maids to draw her bath. She could only hope he would understand. Instead, Jace sat up. He smirked at his younger sister before turning to face Aemond, his hand never leaving hers.

“I am doing your job, since apparently you do not find my sweet sister important enough,” he said to the blonde man.

“Do not speak to me of my wife,” Aemond said darkly. “She understands the nature of my position.”

“You do not speak to me of my sister,” Jace commanded. “She is beauty in all she is, she is carrying your child, and yet you do not wait on her hand and foot? Instead leaving her to rot in this room while you pour over your books and scrolls.”

“I am a prince you do not get to speak to me this way,” Aemond said angrily, though not as loud.

“And I am Prince of Dragonstone, Heir to the Iron Throne!” Jace all but shouted. “I should have your cock removed since you do not use it as you should! Send you to the Wall for daring to deny my sister an existence of gluttonous pleasure!”

Aemond silenced himself and looked to his wife. His wife who, until this moment, he wasn’t aware could look at someone with such a burning desire. But she looked at Jacaerys the way he had once hoped they would looked at each other, when he thought there was hope they would love each other. He could see that for her, Jacaerys hung the moon and stars.

“Close the door and sit in that chair by the window,” Jace told Aemond.

Having no choice to comply, the older man did as asked. There was little doubt in his mind Jacaerys would send him to the Wall if for no other reason than to have YN to himself. And so, he shut the bedroom door and took a seat in the chair.

The bed was close enough he got a perfect side view of his wife. He could admit the sight of her displayed in such a manner stirred something inside him. He could feel his cock twitch at the sight of her full breasts, her rounded belly, but mostly? It was the way she wasn’t even concerned with him.

Her focus was solely on Jacaerys now. Her brother was back to pressing kisses against her body. It was the first time Aemond could see the faces she made with the slightest pleasure. How easily her face contorted the second Jacaerys took one of her nipples between his teeth was a sight he wished he could commit to memory.

“Some ground rules,” Jacaerys said after pulling away from her breast. He looked to Aemond. “Sit in that fucking chair until I tell you you’re allowed to move. Answer me when you’re spoken to. Stroke your dick or whatever, just do not leave that chair.”

“And if she asks for me?” Aemond asked him.

“She won’t,” was all Jacaerys offered him. But it was enough to make YN whimper beneath him. Aemond flushed as his cock twitched once again, hardening with every passing second.

Jacaerys turned to YN, smiling down at her. “And you, my beautiful, darling, sweet sister…all I want is your permission to love your body the way it is meant to be loved,” he said. His voice with her was soft and tender as opposed to how harsh and angry he was with Aemond.

“Jace,” she whispered. She began to turn to Aemond, but Jacaerys gripped her chin and kept her gaze on him.

“No, my queen, it is not about him. It is about you, and us. About you belonging to me, if you wish,” he whispered to her. His brown doe eyes made her melt before he sat up, finally releasing her hand to he could grab the bottom of his shirt.

All she could do is nod. She was speechless with the sight of him pulling off his shirt. His toned abdomen caused a gush of her arousal to pool between her legs.

She felt heat flood her cheeks when he removed the sheet from her lower half. Her face felt even hotter when he pushed her legs apart, eyes locking in on her cunt.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby,” he praised her, hands rubbing the inside of her thighs. “Doesn’t she have a pretty pussy, Uncle?”

For the first time, YN looked at him. Her wide eyes were heavy with lust. In all the nights they had spent together, he had never really allowed himself the chance to take in the beauty of her face. He wanted more. Needed more

“Yes,” was all he could manage to say. His eyes moved from her face to where Jace was touching her. In almost expert fashion, Jace removed his pants. His cock was longer than Aemond’s, thicker too. As husband and wife stared at the monstrous cock, they both couldn’t imagine how it would fit.

“Have you drank from these tits, Uncle?” Jace asked Aemond without turning his eyes from her pussy. He smirked at how wet his sister was, feeling more desire in him than he had ever felt before.

“Not yet,” Aemond choked out. His self restraint was out the window now. He pulled his cock from his trousers and gripped it in his hand.

“Seems fitting, I suppose. You were the first to fuck a babe into her, I shall be the first to drink from her,” Jacaerys smirked at the idea of claiming a part of her Aemond had not.

He laid his cock in between her slick folds, allowing it to rest against her clit while he leaned down and began suckling from her. His left hand held one tit while he suckled from the other. Her sweet milk flowed freely past his eager lips and onto his greedy tongue.

He moaned against her as he ground his hips against hers. Her slick aided his cock in sliding between her folds and creating a friction that caused her to whine out. She couldn’t hold the moans from her lips.

“Fuck,” Aemond whispered. His pupil was blown wide as he desperately stroked his cock. Pre-cum beaded on the head just to continuously be wiped away by a swipe of his cum.

With a loud pop, Jacaerys pulled off her tit. He kissed her hungrily. There was nothing he needed more than her. He couldn’t help himself. He pulled his hips back just far enough to readjust, pushing his cock into her. She groaned into the kiss, feeling the burn of stretching around him. His hips stilled when his cock was seated half way inside her.

He broke the kiss after several moments. He looked between her lips and her leaking tits. His cock throbbed at the sight.

“So beautiful,” he whispered. “So fuckable. So perfect on my cock.”

“Yours, Jacey, yours,” she muttered. She made a pointed effort to ignore her husband whimpering in his chair. The thought of him so hard at this sight made her pussy flutter around the cock inside her. “Want your fucking cock, Jacey. All of it.”

He kissed all over her face as he pushed further into her. She cried out his name repeatedly, moaning, begging for more in the same breath she cried it was too much. Jacaerys nearly busted inside her in that moment. Her full tits moving with just the slightest snap of his hips, her cock drunk expression written on her face, her pregnant stomach pushing against him.

With her beautiful sounds as encouragement, he began fucking into her with abandon. All that mattered to him was how perfect she felt around him. Her walls squeezed around his cock in a quiet desperation to keep him inside her. With every stroke, the tip pushed against the spongey part of her walls, causing her to cry out his name. She was more sensitive in her pregnancy, allowing for her orgasm to build quickly.

“Fuck, fuck,” she moaned out as the band inside her snapped and her orgasm washed over her entirely.

The gush of her release flooded over his cock. He wanted to hear her moans every day. It was all he could think about as his balls, heavy with his load, slapped against her ass. His grunts and groans of pleasure drowned her out until finally he cried out her name, spilling his seed deep inside her.

“Stop,” YN commanded Aemond after a few seconds.. He looked to her face desperately, obediently stopping his furious tugs of his cock just as he was on the verge of his own release.

“What do you wish, my queen?” Jace panted, pulling his still throbbing cock from her.

“Eat your spend from my cunt. Then when you pull away I wish Aemond to begin to fuck me, and you spit your seed into his mouth,” she told her brother, never looking away from Aemond. She watched as his cock twitched with anticipation. “I think that is what my husband wants, too.”

Jace smirked at her once more before looking to Aemond. “Come over here, then. Naked. My Queen wishes to enjoy you.”

Aemond had never moved so fast in his life. As Jace moved down his lover’s body, YN took her husband’s hand. It was a small moment of intimacy neither had allowed themselves before. Until tonight, a certain part of them remained duty. But now, there was no pretending.

Jacaerys lapped eagerly at her clit once he found his home between her thighs. She squirmed under his careful tongue, whimpering his name. Aemond felt desperate now, to make her replicate those sounds for him.

Jacaerys pulled away from her right before she came again. She was breathing heavy, eyes wide, as she looked down at him. Without breaking eye contact, he reached beside him and grabbed Aemond by his cock. Wordlessly, Aemond allowed himself to be lead, occasionally bucking his hips into Jacaerys’ hand. YN moaned at the sight.

With Aemond in position, his cock firmly pressed against her entrance, Jacaerys grabbed his uncle by the jaw and squeezed. Aemond instinctually opened his mouth. The brunette looked to his sister, who at this point was rubbing her own clit, before turning back to Aemond and spitting the mixture of his seed and YN’s release onto his waiting tongue. Just like a seasoned whore in Flea Bottom, Aemond swallowed eagerly.

“Tell her thank you for the gift she has bestowed in you,” Jacaerys whispered in Aemond’s ear. His hand moved to grasp his uncle’s cock, giving slow, lazy tugs. Between the heat of his wife’s pussy all but begging him to fuck her and the firmness of his nephew’s hold, it was almost painful to not begin to fuck her at a reckless pace.

“Th-thank you, for giving me a child,” Aemond stuttered out. Jacaerys began grinding against Aemond’s hip, his cock hardening with every passing moment.

“Apologize to her for not satisfying her enough,” the future king demanded. His eyes watched his sister’s fingers rubbing furiously against her clit, her body trembling. And then they traveled up her body. “Tell her what a goddess she is.”

“Such a goddess,” he whispered, looking down at her. “I am a fool for not worshipping every moment.”

“Mhmphh,” Jacaerys breathed out as he rutted against his uncle. “Slide your pretty cock into her and beg her to keep you. Beg our Queen to decide she wants to keep you when I marry her.”

As soon as Jacaerys’ hand fell away, Aemond buried himself to the hilt inside her pussy. But his hand was not unoccupied for long. He batted her hand away from her clit and replaced her fingers with his. He rubbed the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts against Aemond’s hip.

“Do not cast me aside,” Aemond begged her, his hips moving at breakneck speed as he pounded away at his wife’s pussy. “YN, my wife, please. Keep me by your side, fuck, fuck, and and I will worship you.”

“Slow yourself, match your thrusts to mine. Deeply,” Jacaerys whispered his ear. Aemond was quick to adjust his speed. He wanted to make both of them happy.

“Fuck,” YN whined out. Her thighs were trembling uncontrollably as once again she approached orgasm. “Want both of you. Want to be Queen. Want to be both yours,” she begged the two men. Her back arched as she screamed out, their names tumbling from her lips in a jumbled mess. Both men tried to maintain their movements as she rode out her eye.

Jacaerys came first, still sensitive from his first orgasm. His sticky spend painted Aemond’s pale hip before beginning to slide down the taut muscles and onto the mattress below. Aemond followed sooner after, his seed finding home deep inside his wife.

The three of them were breathing heavily. Jacaerys stepped back off the bed, finding a cloth so that he could wipe off Aemond’s hip. By the time the blonde prince had pulled out, his cock had softened. But neither man could avoid staring at her pussy as it leaked cum.

Aemond laid beside his wife, Jacaerys on the other. She giggled and pulled a sheet over their bodies.

“We shall wed in the Valyrian tradition, and our Uncle and I shall take turns fucking babe after babe into you,” Jacaerys whispered as he kissed her cheek.

“It is against the Faith, the law,” YN reminded her brother.

But Aemond saw the frown on her face and knew how much she wanted that future. And he wished for it too, wished for more nights in which the three of them could spend together. Something inside him shifted as he looked at the two of them. What was once a marriage to his dearest friend was now more. It was a chance at a happiness he would never have allowed himself.

“Lucky for us, we know the person responsible for the law,” he murmured as his hand rested on her stomach. “And I have it on good authority he wishes nothing more than to allow us this pleasure.”

She looked up at his face, her gaze soft. “Truly?” she whispered.

“Jacaerys is right. I have been a fool. A fool for not realizing the beauty that you are, the wonderful thing you are giving me,” he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “And this was the happiest I have ever seen you.”

“It is the happiest you have ever been either, dear husband,” she pointed out. “I have never seen you so responsive.”

Jacaerys rested his own again against her stomach, his finger tips grazing Aemond’s. “I am glad to have seen it from the both of you.”

“Marry her. And we shall all be together as we were tonight,” Aemond murmured. Jacaerys chuckled. “What?”

“Oh next time, I’m fucking your ass while you fuck her,” he smirking. “Or maybe we should see if both our cocks could fit in her.”

“Oh, I think she’s definitely a good enough girl to let us try. Aren’t you, my wife?”

She nodded eagerly before leaning up to kiss him. He hummed against her lips for just a moment before she pulled away and kissed Jacaerys.

When she pulled away, both men moved as close as possible to her and held her.

“I love you, sweet sister.”

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[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Not even for a second.

Aemond Targaryen x Fem Reader.

The one eye Prince believed if a man wants something he needs to create his own opportunities. He tried to forge his destiny by himself and you spoiled it.

Warning: mentions of death and suicide, spelling and grammatical errors.

You're the middle child of Rhaenyra Targaryen, her only daughter with Laenor Velaryon. You were betrothed to your young brother Lucerys since you were merely kids.

Aemond always felt life wasn't fair with him, you were meant to be with him, your true valyrian blood shouldn't be mixed with bastard's blood.

You never showed him affection or gave him any signs that you have the minimum interest or sympathy for him, but Aemond never cared about it, or at least that's what he said to himself all the time, he always said he would marry for duty, never for love. But in fact the boy secretly craved affection, he envied all the love you and your young brother shared for each other, as kids it was fraternal and innocent but while you were getting older and knowing that one day you would be more than siblings the affection developed in something else still innocent though, there wasn't darkness, Aemond was always observing your little interactions with your brother, always supporting and caring about him, he wanted that.

He wanted to hold your delicate and small hands, caress your skin or your hair, give you presents at any chance, hold you by the waist, walk side by side, dance even if he's not a big fan of it, he would do it for you, all the things he would do for you. He realized he wanted you not because of duty or alliances or just because he didn't want to see you with Luke, he wanted you because he was in love.

Your short stay in kingslanding made him realize it, you're a true Targaryen, always fighting for your convictions, smart, beauty, rage and pure fire inside you. But there's also your own and pure essence, you have a kind heart, you're not hard to love, people love and follow you easily. Everyone in the kingdom knows you for that, you're always looking for ways to help and interact with people, you won't be sitting on the iron throne but you certainly reign in people's hearts.

Aemond admires and loves you until Lucerys appears at your side, until he sees you kissing his cheek or forehead, until you squeeze his hand to secretly show him your support and reassure him everything will be fine.

Why? Why you have to be so kind and affectionate to that dark haired boy. Aemond can feel all his body tensed, his jaw hurts for all the strength his putting it on and as if it wasn't enough to increase his rage, his father, the king decided to leave his deathbed and come back to life just to support Lucerys claiming and announced happily about your wedding, Aemond will lost you without even had the chance to fight for you.

Then that damned family dinner, you looked gorgeous with that red wine dress, exposing your shoulders and long neck, laughing at your siblings jokes, dancing with Helaena, even drinking a little with Aegon, having fun with everyone except him, he's just a spectator, feeling miserable because you avoid him as if he was a plague, he was too angry and Luke's little laugh was the drop that spilled the glass, the dinner ended up in the worse possible way.

He couldn't sleep that night, you were in his mind, he couldn't handle it anymore, he took the secret hallways until he arrived at your chambers, surprisingly you were still awake, walking around and reading about ancient remedies and medicine, your nightgown was thin enough to reveal your curves and body shape, he's trying hard to be a gentleman and not observe but he can't, he's observing your hips, your breasts, he's devouring the image of you until you talk.

- If you don't come out now I will call my guards or my stepfather to take your other eye.

He stepped back, how did you discover him, he was pretty sure he had been silent, why is he feeling so anxious now? The nerves are eating him alive but he appears.

- There you are, spying on me is something I wasn't expecting from you, uncle.

You never looked at him, you were still in your book.

- My apologies dear niece, I swear my intentions weren't to spy on you.

- What are you doing here then?

He really didn't know what to answer, he actually didn't know why he did such stupidity, but perhaps this was his only chance to be alone with you and speak about what your presence has been causing to him.

- I honestly don't know why I came here tonight. Considering that we aren't really close, you barely talk to me.

- Perhaps because there's nothing we can talk about.

- I think I can be more interesting than my brother and still, you talked more with him than with me today.

- Again uncle, I don't have anything to say or talk about with you.

- Well, I have something, would you allow me?

He pointed at the chair in front of the smokestack, you left your book on the nightstand and took the other empty chair.

- So, go on.

- Y/n, I always had the feeling that my destiny it was to be married, mainly for duty, I always believed you and me would be a fitting couple, but destiny has twisted and funny ways to go against me all the time... having said that, I have to confess you have caught my heart and I would like to court you and show you I can be a better husband material for you.

You were shocked, you all this time thought you had been clear about your disdain and lack of affection for the man, you were wrong.

- Uncle, I fear I have to ask you to leave now.

You were trying to be kind, even if you hated this man, you didn't want to be rude and create more roughness in the family.

- Is that all you have to say?

Aemond is not good at showing up his feelings, but he tried his best to put in words his intentions and you didn't even try to pretend you cared.

- Yes.

- Why?

- I do not have intentions to give you a chance to court me, not even for a second. I have to let you clear that you're the last man on earth I would marry.

Just like that, Aemond didn't complain or discuss, he stood up and vanished in the darkness of the secret hallways. You thought you were free of him, the next morning a piece of lemon cake was sent to your chambers, before you leave the capital a beautiful dress was placed over your bed, of course you didn't touch them, you left the place.

Your refusal should be enough to show that your posture about his desires of courting you hasn't changed. But once you arrived home the presents and letters arrived too, your mother and Stepfather weren't happy, neither were your siblings, you never opened the letters, you sent back all the presents and every time you did it you asked him to the messengers the same thing.

«Tell him I don't want him, I prefer to be burned or devoured alive by the dragons before accepting him.»

Time passed, the present's arrival wasn't frequent anymore but still arrived, you still refuse to accept them. The news of your grandfather's death was hard, but the usurpation of your mother's throne was the flame you needed to keep you strong and with your head up. You and your brothers flew looking for allies, you went back in time, with good news, unfortunately your mother didn't have good ones, Luke didn't come back, no one knew where he was or what happened.

You were in tears, you became a widow before even being a wife. The rage inside you was like poison, you didn't lose only a brother, you lost your soulmate and if that was not enough you also lost a little sister, the little Visenya, the girl your mother and stepfather waited for so long.

Just like your mother, the kindness that once represented you, changed for anger and cruelty, your desire for revenge reigns in your heart. A Messenger with a Letter arrived.

You knew who sent it, for once you decided to open it.

«See me tonight outside of dragon stone, sincerely Aemond.»

And for once you would attend his request, you have a presentment. As soon as you arrived at the forest, far from dragon stone you see him in his horse. You don't leave yours in case you have to escape.

- Uncle. What's the meaning of your request?

- Merely to see you, you look beautiful tonight. Death suits you well, niece. I also wanted to give you my sincere condolences. I'm deeply sorry for your loss.

He smiled mockingly at you, his words gave you a strange feeling in your skin, you felt as if you were bathing in acid, your stomach is twisted and the air is burning your lungs, your hand is holding strongly the handle of your dagger.

- Pardon?

- I heard you're a young widow now... It's a shame, perhaps now you can reconsider my proposal.

He laughed, your pain is causing him happiness. Without thinking you left your horse and walked to him, he does the same.

- What have you done Aemond?

- I... Have to admit it wasn't my intention, I just wanted to play a little bit with the boy but Vhagar had different plans. Now tell me niece, will you think about our union?

You're heartbroken, your rage has been extinguished the thought of your Luke and his dragon escaping and then disappearing in the nowhere is enough to make you wish your own dead.

Before you could let Aemond see your tears, a last flame grew inside, the last sparkle of anger. You make a quick movement with the pure intention to cut his throat but he's faster, not enough for avoiding the cut but enough to have his neck untouched, instead another scar will paint his face, over his nose running up until his forehead, his eye patch ends on the ground.

- Not even in your deepest dream I will marry you!

- I Will have you! some way or another Y/N!

You went back to your horse and rode back home, Aemond couldn't follow you, he was bleeding he needed to clean his wound. You arrived at the castle and requested to see your parents and let them know what happened, they would certainly have their revenge.

In your chambers you were crying and sobbing unstoppable, the pain in your chest is growing more and more, you feel guilty for the death of your Brother, you can't handle it, Aemond's words are stuck in your head, he would come for you and take you by force, putting your family on risk again, unless...

As soon as the sun is starting to shine and light up your room you run to the secret door of your room, you will leave the safety of the castle and pay a last visit to your dragon. You decided, you really meant it when you said you preferred to be burned or devoured alive by dragons than being Aemond's wife, you wouldn't give him the satisfaction or the pleasure to have you.

Your dragon Riverflame sensed you, the beast is in pain as much as you, it knows what you will ask It to do.

- I'm not sure if I'm doing the right thing... I know I will hurt my family and my mother needs me, but I won't let him take me... I feel so guilty for Luke's death...

You started to cry again, your dragon put his big nose under your palm, giving you comfort and growling softly, you hug its big head.

- I will miss you my old friend, I love you, I love you, never forget that...

You stepped back and looked at it, you know your dragon is ready to fulfill your orders, even if that means to end with its own rider.

- Riverflame... DRACARYS!

The beast sends up a Growl full of pain that echoes around the place and then, the river of flames of your dragon is the last thing you see.

The ashes of your body were found hours later, your dragon didn't let the servants or somebody else get close to them, the protector of you until the end.

Aemond found out about your dead days later, the rage, the fury inside him, how could you do that, he tried to forge his destiny by himself and you spoiled it.

[devilsjacket]

Aemond: I hate you

Y/n: have I done something to offend you, my prince?

Aemond: No- I’m showing my affection towards you.

Y/n, confused: you just said you hated me-

Aemond: Don’t question my methods.

[visxenyax]

-𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖀𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖊

Synopsis: Aemond has been sent to find his granddaughter, in the middle of the night! Warning: Incest; possessive;(soft) brat kink; SMUT; NSFW ---------------------------------------------- It was the middle of the night and along the path that led to the village of Westrose, there was Aemond who with his black steed with thick hair, were traveling that road in search of his niece, who was no longer at the castle for just over a few hours. Finally the young prince wearing a robe with a hood came to the village, tethered his steed to the side of the village entrance warm, because of the illuminations and people dancing, getting drunk, gambling and you could even glimpse, of couples in the middle of a sexual act;

he wasted no time when the young man was harassed by two prostitutes, a male who promised him divine experiences and the woman who told him that if he went with her, she would take him to see the seven gods!

<<Let me pass!>> he said in a cold voice and his temper was also icy, on the other hand it was his nature to always be icy and cold! The prostitutes were embittered, but on the other hand they were used to having similar behaviors from people; without remorse Aemond resumed his search for his niece; she was renowned for being a fairly open person, not very disciplined, who loved the freedom of the world, and hated being a princess locked up 24/7 inside a luxurious palace. As he went further and further, the number of people increased; continuing at this pace, he arrived at the square where there was a large wooden slab where belly dancers danced on it

Bodies with abundant and not abundant curves, which with their movements could enchant anyone, those curves and sinuous and sensual movements, lust but also the joy in expressing oneself by dancing transpired from them, a dance full of sensuality but also of happiness and joy . In the middle of the slab it was possible to notice a mane with long white hair, so long that it reached up to his bottom, it seemed made of shiny silk, although it was visually splendid and soft. "There she is," thought Aemond.

In his rough way, Aemond waded into the fray and forcefully took his niece's arm and dragged her away from the slab; the girl didn't seem to react at first, but when she turned around and saw who it was and what was going on, she became furious and was trying to wriggle out of his grip in every way, looking like a wild young filly. <<Let me go, uncle! I told you to let go of this fucking grip!>>she yelled, but he paid no attention

"Do you know what the fuck time it is?! it's time to stop doing your usual little girly shit and act like a princess, and you can't come here at this hour!>>Aemond's head whipped around towards her, and his face was full of anger, his eyebrows were furrowed, while his one eye was wide open, you didn't need the other eye to cause concern, that alone was enough; only from that could his anger be seen, through his glacial eye <<You are angry?>> Visenya looked down, she was scared and sorry for his behavior, he didn't like it when his uncle scared him so, she always felt uncomfortable almost disappointed in his presence when he behaved like this… Aemond didn't answer and turned away, still yanking his niece towards the exit that wasn't very close to them. Visenya's arm started to ache... <<Aemond…let go, you're hurting me, I won't run away, I promise>> said Visenya Without doubting Aemond aware of the too much force he had put on the girl's arm, I immediately loosened my grip, but it was too loose that Visenya escaped from his clutches. ''Holy sh-'' With a skilful shot he chased his niece, it wasn't easy to catch her, the young woman was rather plump but had muscles in her legs, which allowed her to have a fairly fast run.

the race was slowly becoming more and more exhausting, Visenya was trudging so to the first barn she saw, she darted into it, hiding behind a giant accumulation of pairs; lying down on a bed also made of the same material as the accumulation of pairs.

exhausted by running, she lay dead weight on it, hoping not to be found by her uncle. Aemond couldn't find her anymore, for the first time a feeling of panic hid inside him; thinking about how many punishments he would have had if he hadn't found her. Or to the millions of problems that her mysterious disappearance would cause, the people loved her, and would like her to become the future queen, for this Aemond must find her at all costs, for the kingdom.

without thinking he entered the barn in which his niece had entered, the place gave off her perfume

<<I know you're here, Visenya, show yourself!>> He was calling her back, even though he was looking for her everywhere, inside that place. He finally reached the place where Visenya was hidden, and there he could see the candor and sensuality of his niece...

her green, almond-shaped eyes looking at him with that innocent look, her heart-shaped mouth, half open with surprise at having been found; her curvy body, her slender legs....

An intense heat slowly built inside Aemond

<<Visenya, get up...and come- let's go!>>

Visenya shook her head as she pulled back

The young man kneeling in front of her was surprised by her audacity and the sensation she was experiencing; enjoying the moment he threw his head back, while being caressed by the young woman, he gave out soft moans, he wanted to keep himself composed even in that intimate moment, he didn't want to sin of virilityAemond was more and more fascinated, his member felt it, he felt he was going crazy... the tissue that trapped him was becoming more and more tight and annoying.. ''Fuck..'' even her thoughts were reeling with lust Aemond closed his eyes inhaling all the air he could, letting it out two minutes later, he had to calm down, but he felt the young girl caressing the inside of his thigh "What are you doing, brat- Visenya's hands were climbing more and more, until they reached Aemond's covered linguine... <<If you don't stop, the fire will burn you>>Aemond said <<Eh..then burn me, under this pair, let's create hell inside this barn>> she answered longing for Aemond. Aemond quickly lowered himself joining his lips on those of the young woman, in a hungry kiss, he was in need of her attention, that attention he had craved since time immemorial, his member was bursting with the desire he had for his Visenya, always the defined as hers even if she was unaware, wherever she went, she had her icy shadow, watching her, longing for her, protecting her. the kiss grew more and more fierce, adding their tongues from both sides, a kiss that became red-hot; Aemond wanted her and without thinking twice, he took both sides of the corset she was holding and forcefully split the corset, ripping the dress underneath; revealing the curves of her young, soft curves, almost milky white skin; her body in Aemond's eyes was perfect, her small breasts were grabbed and licked by the young man; the small nipple of the left breast was meticulously licked by his long and wet tongue. Making the girl moan, her repeated moans were like choirs of angels to Aemond... Visenya's hands were helping her uncle strip off the clothes he was wearing, leaving him shortly thereafter naked; his body was lean and muscular, but not too much, he wasn't excessively full of scars, but these little accessories made a bad impression on him, made him a fascinating man in the eyes of the girl. The hands that were previously busy stripping him were now busy on the young man's modest member, caressing and giving him pleasure. The young man kneeling in front of her was surprised by her audacity and the sensation she was experiencing; enjoying the moment he threw his head back, while being caressed by the young woman, he gave out soft moans, he wanted to keep himself composed even in that intimate moment, he didn't want to sin of virility

Aemond's hips started moving towards the girl, he wanted to feel more pleasure.

<<I want to hear you, Aemond, come to me>>

The young man didn't have to repeat it, he grabbed the girl's legs and dragged her upwards, bringing her close to his virility, eager. He entered her with such slowness as to send her to the gallows, he wanted to make every inch of himself felt inside her; the young woman was moaning, her moans were driving Aemond crazy and from there the inferno lit up, Aemond began to give decisive and repeated jabs, the young woman's body was slammed back and forth, their pleasure was increasing greatly , Aemond's composure had become nothing, his soft moans were making themselves heard, a chorus of moans could be heard inside that barn. Movements of hips more and more animalistic was giving, the young man felt his heart explode from the pleasure that the girl's flesh gave him. More and more he wanted the girl, he loved the young man's member inside her, he loved how he was giving it to her Aemond and Visenya were almost at their climax, the two mouths that had parted, reunited, as his hands returned to her small breasts, squeezing and releasing, moving it from side to side, as the movements of boy they became less and less until the last jab she gave him was so decisive and dry that it made the young girl's eyes widen, making her gasp.... Aemond's orgasm poured out onto the pair that was next to her body; while Visenya's climax was heard by a scream of pleasure… ----------------------------------------- The bodies lay side by side, sleeping, and weary from the sexual intercourse they've just had.

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the thrill of the chase | aemond targaryen x niece!reader

Aemond has a plan, whether you like it or not.

Inspired by a wonderful anonymous request — I’m sorry for keeping you waiting, but I hope this is what you were looking for!

WARNINGS: consensual non-consent/dub-con, physical assault, chase play, primal play, knife use, v fingering, p in v sex, praise, degrading, profanity, breeding, aftercare, reader has silver hair for plot point, reader is Rhaenyra’s child with undisclosed father, Aemond being sinister af, sickening fluff at the end

WORDS: 5.2k 

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

As fire forged steel, the gods forged your soulmate from your own blood.

Betrothed to each other by and large since birth, your bond with Aemond Targaryen was as invincible as Valyrian steel itself. Born mere weeks apart, two dragonriders watching each other grow and mature knowing you would be spending the rest of your natural lives together under the eyes of the Seven, your pledge to marry your beloved uncle was a match made in the heavens. 

Filling your parents’ hearts with the first sign of contentment they had felt in years, your union intended to solidify the bonds between your two Targaryen branches at last. After all, your brother Lucerys had not ingratiated your unit with glory having permanently disfigured your husband-to-be as children. Your marriage to your kepus would salve the wounds between Viserys’ offspring once and for all, leaving behind only scars.

Having sworn yourselves to each other so young and placing an unrivalled trust in each other’s hands long before adulthood, your childlike antics sprawled long into your years of maturity. You still challenged each other to races on dragonback knowing full well Aemond had the upper hand with Vhagar, pulled childish pranks on the other and giggled your hearts out whenever King Viserys mucked up an important speech.

Your bedchamber activities were no exception — remarkably unconventional and downright blasphemous. Still children at heart, you played games among the sheets, adopted unrealistic roles and experimented with your own pleasures more than a wed couple twice your tenure. In placing such trust in each other, you decided upon a number of safety nets to reassure each other should your adventurous nature exceed each other’s boundaries. Aemond’s signal bore the form of pressing two fingers to the inside of your left wrist, to which you would respond with either two taps of your fingers to signal your comfort, or three to mark your discomfort. Failing that, you decided upon a word to utter if either of you felt uncomfortable, unsafe or unwell in the situation you created within your carnal adventures — Malvales. If those three syllables were spoken at any point, you each made a solemn vow to cease at once. The safety net this term provided had sprung open the doors of possibility between you, each night (and often day) setting a challenge to explore new heights with the reassurance that you could each call a truce at any moment. 

Court’s proprietary standards bypassed you to the point your family no longer expected you both to conform. Where wed couples would typically keep a respectable distance at public engagements in the presence of others, you and Aemond were so often found stealing chaste kisses and boldly wrapping your arms around each other that more traditional members of your family became all too accustomed to rolling their eyes at your unseemly behaviour. Not that their clear visual disapproval irked you in the slightest, they only sought to encourage you in amplifying your public displays of affection with your husband to make their skin crawl even more.

At the close of a particularly monotonous family dinner and dance, Aemond’s arm snaked dutifully around your waist constricted slightly, startling you back to earth from your daydreaming. You turned to find your husband staring idly into the crowd, his violet eye desperately willing to gaze at you instead of maintaining a noble indifference for the sake of present company. 

“My darling wife,” Aemond addressed you without breaking his stare into the swirling commotion at court. “Are you quite aware of how beautiful you look tonight?”

“What, this old thing?” You chuckled to yourself before mirroring his hard glare into the crowd, flicking a dismissive palm over the heavily beaded emerald dress flowing over your form. “It’s just something I threw on.”

“It is quite unbecoming of you to appear so indecently delectable when I cannot take you until we return to our chambers,” Aemond gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing eagerly. “I wish to inform you that I consider this a personal indignation against your long-suffering husband.”

Your ability to withhold a typically jesting slap to his chest was waning with every insufferably formal syllable tumbling from his irresistible lips. 

“I am most apologetic, dear husband,” you declared through a sarcastic half-pout. “Pray tell, how could I possibly make a reparation for such an erroneous act?”

Aemond’s fingers idly stroked into the deep green velvet so rudely obstructing his access to your body beneath.

“I fear there is only one way to compensate for this,” he sighed softly, jaw tightening as he calculated his punishment so deeply he may as well have exuded steam from his ears.

“For you, Prince Aemond, I would do anything,” you gulped in anticipation. 

“Considering the evening’s festivities are drawing to a close, I must insist on a hunt,” he leaned to hum into the shell of your ear. “A hunt where my irresistible wife shall become the prey.”

You fired a hand to your chest in a vain attempt to disguise your faltering breaths, eyelids fluttering at his implication before he embellished his ingenious plan.

“You wish to hunt me, dear husband? So what happens if you catch me?”

“If I catch you before you reach our shared chambers,” he lowered his voice to a faint murmur to avoid prying ears. “I will fuck you in any way I see fit, and I will not take ‘no’ for an answer.”

You swallowed thickly at the prospect. Even if you put up a resistance, Aemond would take you by force. Especially if you put up a resistance.

This unconventional demand was not without precedent. One time you feigned weak protests against Aemond’s needy advances, dribbling out half-hearted “stop”s and “please don’t”s so temptingly that you portrayed more of an encouragement than an obstacle. Immediately upon hearing your false resistance, Aemond’s violet eye darkened to a sinister pitch black and sparked an inhuman drive to fuck you harder than ever before. The mere memory of that night’s ecstasy, losing track of the times he forced you to your peak and the way he gazed at you as if you were his prey, helpless and captive in his grasp, was enough to make your knees buckle beneath you. 

“Easy, princess,” Aemond hummed, tightening his grip on your waist to keep you upright. “Something tells me you approve of this notion.” 

“And…,” you swallowed thickly in a terrible attempt to retain your conversation at a publicly respectable level. “What is the prize if I evade capture before I reach our bed?”

“Unfortunately I have not yet considered that outcome on account of its sheer impossibility.”

“You may maintain this delusion, your Grace,” you choked down a giggle, shaking your head dismissively and finding a new spot in the crowd to focus on. “Perhaps I shall decide the outcome myself if I am crowned victorious.”

“Considering its improbability, you may do so, Princess. Meanwhile, I see the Lannisters and Starks are bidding the King their leave,” Aemond husked, his gaze finally snapping back to you, finding his violet eye already descended into a deep lust-filled black. “So the hunt is nearly upon us. Are you satisfied with the plan, dear wife?”

“You shall hear no protest from me, Prince Aemond,” you nodded dutifully.

He quirked a brow. “Oh I hope I will.”

You gulped so loudly, you swore the entire court heard as you prepared to seek a lesser-known path through the castle to a safe hiding place. Eyes darting around the great hall for a plan of action, Aemond watched your deliberations intently, firing his tongue out to trace along his bottom lip. 

“You have a head start, my love, but use it wisely,” he confirmed with a flick of his eyebrows, gently growling beneath his breath as he watched you like a panicked deer searching for a way out. Just as you started to pull away, his hand grasped yours and dragged you back to face him. “Remind me, what is our word again?”

“Malvales,” you confirmed, nodding frantically. “Y… your Grace.”

“Good girl,” he half-growled in the base of his throat, his sinister grin drawling out his final syllable. “Now I believe it is time for you to run for your life. May the Seven bless you, issa jorrāelagon.” My love.

In the moment Aemond released his grip on your hand, you demonstrably smoothed your gown and calmly paced toward your first exit.

“Ah, Y/N!” Your grandsire bellowed, beckoning you over to join his conversation with Queen Alicent. “My dearest granddaughter, how beautiful she looks in Hightower green this night, do you not think so my beloved?”

Alicent smiled faintly, nodding in agreement. “Quite, your Grace.”

You could barely hear their conversation over your thundering pulse in your ears, well aware of the precious time this idle conversation would be wasting. You glanced back across the hall to the spot where you left Aemond, clocking his lip curled into a predatory smirk. “Go now,” he mouthed before turning on his heels to disappear down a darkened corridor.

“I… I am sorry, grandsire, I must bid you farewell,” you stuttered frantically, balling your fists into the layers of your dress. “I… I am tired and I must rest.”

“Oh, of course my dear, it has been quite a long evening, please take your leave,” King Viserys pleaded, palms outstretched toward the nearest doorway.

“Thank you, your Grace, I shall see you at first light on the morrow!”

The promise sent a pang of regret through your veins the moment it left your lips while you fled for the door, for if Aemond has his way tonight, you will be quite unable to walk for the next five days straight, let alone first light. 

In the throes of sheer excitement, every hallway in the Red Keep looked exactly the same. The same bronzed candlelight only partially illuminating the way, leaving all too lengthy sections of darkness in which danger could lurk. The dull grey flagstones never changed in texture or pattern, enough to leave you disoriented after the first few twisting turns in the darkness when motivated by sheer tension between you and Aemond should he find you. You broke into a run each time you faced a long, straight hallway, settling to a jog with every corner. 

Your breaths grew ragged and hitched in your throat, spinning on your heels to check behind you at every turn but finding the same empty corridor as before. Your heartbeat brewing a storm in your ears prevented you from hearing even your own frantic footfalls on stone, let alone those of a predator. 

You swallowed thickly as you reached a familiar hallway, recognising that you were not far from your destination and that Aemond would lose his precious hunt after all. Slowing your jogging pace to a brisk walk, your thundering pulse relaxed. It was a nice challenge while it lasted, you thought to yourself, allowing your mind to drift through the multitude of consequences you could enforce on Aemond as forfeit for losing his precious race to you. Perhaps you would tie him to your bed and leave him untouched for hours, pleasuring yourself with your fingers while he watches on with lust-blown pupils, unable to reach out and conquer your body for himself. 

Suddenly, a loud whoosh behind you suggested that the shadows concealed more than the same old flagstones, but a cloaked hunter. You swooped around to catch a glimpse of the spectre but found nothing. Your heart sank at the realisation that Aemond was not wearing a cloak in the hall, eyes widening at the thought that you may have been pursued by someone other than Aemond. After all, the castle was still teeming with noblemen and women of varying families with very conflicting ideals of loyalty to House Targaryen’s claim to the Iron Throne, not to mention the looks of incredulous disgust cast in your direction for kissing your husband in front of the court. In a heartbeat, your blood ran cold as your anticipation transfigured into terror, freezing you to the spot — there is another attacker in the Red Keep. 

Yet the hunter did not strike, leaving you motionless in the middle of the hall staring into shadows but finding no ambush. Trying your best to dismiss what you heard as a cruel delusion in the midst of panic, you turned on your heels and continued on your path. Only two more corners and you would be safe within your chambers, free from this torment on your nerves and senses. 

Your heavy dress swooped around the final stone turns as a lead weight, dragging you down as if you were taking one step forward and two steps back. Trudging ahead, the wooden portal to your chambers came into view in the dim candlelight and elicited a deep sigh of relief from the bottom of your lungs. Whatever had been chasing you had failed, you were finally within reach of safety. Grinding to a halt as you pressed a palm to the wood between you and your safe haven, you exhaled once more, eking a slight self-satisfied grin across your lips. 

The loud swoop of an unsheathed blade filled the silence and a cold breeze snapped you from your blissful stupor, you gasped against the shock of a cool blade resting on your throat and a hand firing to cover your mouth to conceal your screams. Wordlessly, your captor steered you through the portal which once offered you sanctuary in order to avoid any prying eyes in the hallway. 

Your eyes darted to their peripheral points desperate for a glimpse of your captor, any glimmer of poker-straight silver locks would quell your concerns at any moment, but there was no respite to be found beneath a pitch black cloak flowing in the corner of your eye. The long fingers cupping your lips were concealed by a pair of sleek black gloves, hiding your assailant’s identity at every turn. You swallowed as shallow as you could against the restraint of the blade, jagged breaths betraying the sheer terror conflicting your every thought as you were being puppet-driven into the doors of your own chambers.

As you entered, the attacker threw you against the closing door, the wooden portal smashing into your chest as they used your body to close it. In removing their gloved hand from your mouth to click the door lock beneath you, they soon ensured no escape from your once safe haven that had now become your prison. No matter how many times you strained to see your captor, you could not glimpse any recognisable features. Whoever they were, they took great efforts to remain anonymous. Now free to cry out for help but still restrained by the threatening blade, you instead issued a soft plea to your captor. 

“Ser, please…,” your pathetic pledge spilled from your lips against the wooden door, careful not to move your throat too much against the sharp Valyrian steel edge. “If it is money you seek, I can bestow riches upon you. If it be power, I can arrange it. But please, spare my life for the sake of my family.”

Your assailant did not respond, merely holding you flush to the portal and awaiting your next comment. 

“My… my husband, h—he would stop at nothing to avenge me,” you cringed at the mere thought of the words tumbling forth. Whether you genuinely believed they would spare your life for the sake of a weak plea such as this was by-the-by, the waves of sheer panic flooding through you were responsible for all your decisions at this point, foolish or otherwise. “Please, ser…”

A low groan echoed from your captor’s throat, stopping just short of allowing you to identify their voice. Instead, they removed the blade from your throat and trailed it down your spine, following the path of the boning in your gown which cinched your waist beneath. Now able to breathe, your chest heaved and another growl emitted from the attacker as they observed your dress throbbing before them. While a hand reached to pull the top seam away from your body, the blade traced to the edge, pressed into you and sliced the fabric all the way down to your hips, decimating your smallclothes underneath in the process. You squeezed your eyes shut and hissed softly as the cool air of the chamber flushed over your bare back, the realisation of your fate flooding over you in chilling waves. Your captor would certainly take what he wanted from you before slitting your throat, your own Targaryen blood flowing between the flagstones of your chambers. 

“Ser, I’m begging you,” you pleaded weakly, gasping at the sharp sensation of cold gloved hands rolling the ripped fabric down your shoulders so what remained of your gown pooled at your ankles. Your captor swallowed thickly behind you, consuming your naked figure and the goosebumps that prickled in the cool air’s wake.

No response came. 

“W… what do you want with me?” You stuttered, petrified of the answer. Suddenly, both gloved hands clasped around your hips and steered you toward the bed in the centre of the chamber, violently tossing you head-first onto the sheets. In that brief moment, you could have escaped, should have escaped, but the fear of capture as you raced naked across the room no doubt to be stabbed by your captor froze you to the core, instead burying your face in the pillows as if to will the moments away. Maybe your ordeal would be over sooner if you accepted your fate, but that didn’t stop you kicking and flailing your limbs to deter them from attempting to pin you down. 

“Please, stop…”

A rustle of leather behind you suggested your speechless captor had taken off their gloves and began fumbling with their pants while watching you bare before them, faint echoes of sobs emanating from deep within the pillows. The mattress sank beneath you as they crawled onto the bed, bare knees caging you on both sides of your bucking hips yet still evidently wearing their cape as a wave of heavy fabric sweeping up your bare thighs. In the blink of an eye, a hand reached into your hair and tugged you skyward as hot, predatory breaths fanned your hair. A faint chuckle erupted from the attacker, coiling their fist into your silver locks and revelling in the way your body so easily caved to their will, even if your mouth did not.

“No, please, my husband, please…,” you panicked, writhing in their vice-like grasp as a wave of dread coursing through you as the enormity of your situation finally hit you. You had only ever bedded your husband, only ever felt his touch, only ever felt his cock inside you, only ever felt his cum dripping from your folds. Tonight, that loyalty, that commitment would be forever tarnished. Scalding hot tears burst their banks and seared their way down your countenance to soak the pillows below as you lowered your cracking voice to a pleading whisper: “Aemond, please help me.”

Suddenly, the hand that tugged on your hair reached for your left wrist, pressing two fingers to your pulse point. 

Aemond’s signal.

Your every muscle relaxed with relief, the tension in your spine loosening immediately. A sigh of contentment escaped you as you tapped your fingers twice onto the pillows beneath you, an unexpected bolt of pleasure thrumming through your core and seeping through your folds as you snapped back into the room, realising you were completely naked and pinned beneath your husband, not an anonymous attacker. 

“Aemond, gods be good, I--.”

You were cut off by his hands firing straight back into your hair, yanking you back to face him. His silver locks billowed under his dark hood, the cloak clearly the only garment he was still wearing, his jaw tensed in a sinister pout and most notably, his eye patch was nowhere to be seen, enabling his sapphire eye to glimmer softly in the dim light of the chamber.

“It seems I won the hunt, Princess,” he cooed into your ear, nibbling gently on the lobe and groaning gratuitously as you bucked into his touch, your thighs squeezing together tightly. “But you resist me so well.”

With one hand wandering to part your cheeks beneath him, the other scooped around your hip to drag you up from the sheets. His motions were just as swift, curt and merciless as they were before you knew his identity, making it abundantly clear that Aemond was still very much in character. 

“Aemond, I need time to still my nerves,” you pleaded weakly and unconvincingly, your back arching instinctively into his touch.

“I don’t think you do,” Aemond snapped, again tugging at your hips to pull you against him, his hardened cock tapping on your parted cheeks, leaving a light trail of his own slick in its wake. “You will do as I say, dear wife.”

“Please, at least prepare me first,” you panted, wriggling gently against his restraint but not enough to betray your own desires. The adrenaline rush from realising it was indeed your husband that ravished you had left you desiring to fuck him now more than ever. You didn’t need any preparation, he could bottom out inside you in a heartbeat and your warm walls would welcome him as ever.

“Oh, my dear sweet little princess,” he hissed through feigned gritted teeth, venturing a finger to trace through your already dripping folds. “It appears your cunt is already well prepared for me.”

A blast of heat rose to your cheeks as if a furnace had ignited before you. “Aemond, stop…”

“Tell me,” he hummed, replacing his finger with the tip of his cock lining up at your waiting entrance. “Did the thought of being ravaged by an anonymous intruder really satisfy my little wife that much?”

Frantically shaking your head, you balled your fists into the sheets in anticipation. 

“This is quite a way to find out my beautiful wife is not only a liar but also a whore,” Aemond concluded, slapping his tip against your cunt before nudging inside just a little. “I’ll have to take you by force more often.”

In one swift snap of his hips, his cock slipped inside you as comfortably as the first time he bedded you so many moons ago. Both moaning in unison, his fingers dipped into the flesh of your hips and drew you back to impale yourself further on his cock, his length nestling into your spongy walls like the missing piece of a jigsaw. Your eyes bulged at the intrusion, in sure and certain knowledge that you may never get used to how big he felt, how perfectly his girth filled you, how his tip reached the furthest points inside you that felt as if he was nudging into your lungs.

“Oh gods fuck, you’re so tight,” he swore out amongst a strangled gasp, the sensation of your walls clamping around him becoming almost too much already. “That’s it, clench down on me, try and stop me fucking you.”

“Aemond please, please stop,” you let out a half-hearted protest which stoked a fire in his loins, making your husband rear back and deliver a punishing thrust that stole the air from your lungs. “Please, it’s too… too much.”

“You’ll take what I give you, Princess,” he commanded, reaching down to knock your elbows from beneath you so you fell into the pillows. His hand pressed the back of your skull ever so slightly downwards. “Scream into the pillow if it hurts, because I’m not listening.”

Muffled whimpers and yelps vibrated through the cushion as you feigned protest, arching your back and pushing up your ass to meet his thrusts. Somehow, play-fighting against his actions only heightened your sensitivity to his every movement inside your heat, and Aemond responded eagerly each time you pleaded with him to stop when every inch of your body persuaded him to surge ahead. 

“I knew someday my plan would come in useful,” Aemond’s free hand fumbled to cast aside his cloak as it impeded his motions, leading him to initiate a perfectly normal conversation while piledriving your cunt and sinking your head into the pillows. “I concealed a cloak and gloves in a chamber some moons ago for a quick midnight escape if the Red Keep ever became too much to bear. Tonight, it finally paid off handsomely.”

Aemond began bending his knees to curl his thrusts, his cockhead meeting your sweet spot with every swoop inside you. Noticing his new tactic, you took the opportunity of his distraction to wriggle your hips beneath him, a false attempt to break free and stop his onslaught on your pussy.

“No you don’t, little whore,” he spat through gritted teeth, one hand grasping your hips and the other firing to pin your hands above your head. “You’re not just fighting a mysterious assailant now, issa jorrāelagon, you’re resisting your husband and we both know you could never resist me.”

Testing his theory, you writhed and flexed harder beneath him, trying to kick away his thighs behind you. “Please, please let me go,” you feigned, gasping for air now you could freely breathe above the pillow. 

“Take what I give you like a good girl,” Aemond commanded, an accomplished growl spilling through his last syllables. “Next time, I think I’ll fuck you while you’re sleeping. Maybe then you’ll stop trying to fight off what you want more than anything.”

You swallowed harshly as your body betrayed your façade, hot waves of pleasure pooling in your core and building a searing tension in your walls that threatened to burst its banks with a particularly devastating thrust.

“Aemond, I’m… I’m…,” you stuttered in hopes your husband would catch your hint that you were about to reach your peak.

“No you fucking don’t,” he snarled, rearing his hips back to pull out of you completely, kicking your knees from beneath you and tumbling you on your back into the sheets. Your first full-body vision of your feral Prince claiming you by force revealed his porcelain frame beaded with sweat, his violet eye so blown with lust that in your blurred vision it looked pitch black. His jaw constricted into a fierce pout, he gazed down at your shaking body beneath him as if a man starved, desperate to reach his home deep inside your cunt once more. But in dropping to the sheets, your thighs had clamped together, battling the loss of his cock inside you. 

“Spread yourself for me,” he growled like a wild animal. “Now.”

You nodded frantically, acting as innocent as possible as you opened your thighs before him, your throbbing folds reddened and puffy after his first onslaught. 

“I said, spread yourself for me,” he repeated, palming at his cock as he waited for your compliance. 

Your shaking hands trailed between your legs and parted your soaking folds, trails of your own slick glistening in the dim light.

“Good fucking girl,” he praised through a filthy drawl, his syllables melting together as his own heightened senses overwhelmed him. “Always such a good fucking girl for me.”

He leaned forward and plunged his length back into your waiting cunt, his eye journeying to the ceiling as your rippling walls greeted him willingly. He returned to his devastating pace all too quickly, fighting to gaze back down and watch his slick-glistened cock disappearing inside you at a breakneck speed, the lewd splashes of your coupling making a filthy echo throughout the chamber. 

“Please… please let me go,” you began to falsely plead for mercy again while his punishing thrusts sent you sinking into the mattress. “It’s… too much…”

“Easy, princess, I won’t cause you harm,” he cooed softly, bending down to whisper in the shell of your ear. “I only intend to break you so that the only coherent thought in that dumb little whore mind of yours belongs to me, my cock and how beautifully I split you open.”

The bolts of pleasure from his sinful words sent your hips keening up to meet his, head throwing back into the pillows and crying out his name like a sacrament to the Seven. 

“Aemond, please…,” you pleaded in the brief pauses between his thrusts, gasping for air and consciousness as the corners of your vision began to blur, your eyes fluttering closed. “I’m… I’m…”

“Stay with me, angel,” he husked, curling a hand around the back of your neck and hovering his lips above yours. “Be a good girl and watch me claim you.”

His pummelling pace refused to relent, taking your approach to your peak as a challenge to chase it fervently, swooping his hips and drawing his length out as far as possible before plunging deep inside you until you gasped his name so weakly that no sound came out. 

“That’s it, all you can think about is me, right?” He growled, relishing the way your mind and body had now caved to his desire, melted to his will and broken any wish for resistance. “I knew you could take it, I knew you wanted me to force you. All you needed was a little encouragement.”

With one last surge of strength, you pressed your hands to his chest and made a half-hearted attempt to push him off you. Chuckling deep in his throat at your pathetic action, his trademark sinister grin crept across the corner of his lips.

“A valiant attempt, dear wife,” he smirked, rearing his hips back so far his tip very nearly slipped out of your folds. “Now you get to watch me fuck a babe into you whether you like it or not.”

With one last devastating thrust, his tip pummelling against the perimeter your cervix, you cried out and wrapped your legs around his waist, curling your arms around his neck and drawing him in for a searing kiss as you toppled over the edge of your climax along with him, spilling his seed inside you and grunting with each string painting your walls. 

The chamber filled with both your ragged breaths, slowly riding out your orgasm as if you could stay rutting up into him for the rest of time. His exhausted gaze met yours, the fierce snarl to which you had become accustomed now softened to his traditional warm smile. 

As he tentatively withdrew from your folds, the mixture of your fluids dripping onto the sheets beneath you, Aemond scooped both arms under your back and pulled you up to sit upright with him. He held onto you so tightly, arms wrapped around you protectively as he dipped his head into your neck. Your body shook so gently in his grasp, the aftershocks of your experience still taking hold of your limbs. 

“I’m so sorry,” he pleaded softly into your ear, his tone so gentle and reassuring in such stark contrast to the entire evening. “Can I call for the Maester?”

“I… I am fine,” you stuttered weakly, returning his embrace and slumping into him. “Please, don’t send for him, I really don’t wish him to see me like this.”

“I did not mean to harm you, I would never… but you didn’t say the word…”

You shook your head against his. “I didn’t need to, my love. I promise, all is well.”

“Are you sure?” His worried tone calmed as his fingers ghosted lazy, comforting circles over your back. 

“Of course, please just… hold me.”

You could feel the stretch of his smile against your skin. 

“Kesan ōregon ao syt mirre hen ñuha tubissa, ñuha jorrāelagon.” I will hold you for all my days, my love. 

[hazashiovo]

For Aegon and Aemond

He gets twins but there's only one dragon egg so they decide to, for the moment, give it to the older one but when the dragon finally hatches it turns out it has 2 necks and heads and the other head is interested in the younger twin.

Okay okay, let's see what I can do!

So I'm gonna make them separate, as in one for Aemond one for Aegon.

Type: fluff

Warnings:none

Aegon was thrilled when he saw how his wife gave birth to twins.

A woman like her, the love of his life giving him two children, one inherited his appearance along with her eyes, and the other identical to her.

The only problem was, they were expecting only one.Of course Aegon was twice as happy but, they only had one dragon egg.

His wife decided to give one to the firstborn, until another egg shows up,wich Aegon agreed.

With time, , the little humans kept growing, now at the age of two. The dragon hatched, but it wasn't and ordinary dragon.

This one, had two heads. The odd thing was. The second head seemed to have bonded with the second born.

Aegon was surprised, since never has this happened in dragon history, yet he was delighted knowing that none of his children were dragon less, like his little. Brother once was.

The prince saw how you weren't scared of the small dragons, nor his Sunfire or any other dragons.

Once the children were old enough, they named their dragons.

The girl, oldest one named her dragon Firestorm. She wanted to have a dragon close to name like her father.

And the boy, the younger named his dragon Zelion.a character he heard in a fantasy book his mother read to him.

Once Aemond saw there is one dragon egg, he didn't want to chose between his children. He didn't want to have a child without a dragon like he once had been, or have his child risk their life for one.

His wife suggested to put the dragon egg apart until another one can be found, but Aemond had another idea.

To put the dragon egg in the crib next to his two daughters.

His wife was a bit worried but knew nothing would happen to their child.

As time went on, the children grew and the dragon hatched. Aemond was more excited than his children to see it had not one, but two heads.

The girls and their dragon were inseparable, having a great bond with their dragons. Aemond was so proud seeing that, and so where you.

There wasn't a day were Aemond wasn't thankful for having you and his children.

Things start to look the way he wants, and he loves that.

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So this one's finished, I hope it fits your taste and if you want another request you know where to find me💌

[demigoddessqueens]

Saw this pic and I’m having thoughts 👀💕

The night was the quiet reprieve for the day. Aemond gently stepped into your shared chambers so as to not wake you. Prepared for the night, he moved to where you slept soundly on your side of the bed. Hair strewn across the pillows, you still looked as lovely as ever to Aemond. Your soft breaths that rose and fell with your chest seized at his heart. It touched him that you would be so vulnerable in his presence. Just for a moment, he reached down to brush the stray hair from your face. Eyes fluttering open at his gentle finger tips, Aemond smiled softly as you gazed up at him. You reached up to cup his face before you noticed his hair, bunched and tied into locks.

“I missed you this evening. Come, lay down by me. I want to do your hair.”

[written-in-flowers]

Carnal Desires (AemondxReader)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader 

Word Count: 5k

Genre: Smut

Summary: You’d been tempting your younger brother for a while, and he has refused every time. But, this time you’ve taken it too far and will get more than you bargained for. 

Tags: Incest (brother/sister), infidelity, slight yandere vibes, possessiveness, obsession, masturbation, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving/giving), spanking, pussy slapping, light dom/sub themes, name calling: slut, whore, slight degradation/slut shaming, fingers in mouth, sloppy blowjobs, breeding kink, breeding, multiple orgasms, deepthroat, nipple/breast play, lots of dirty talk, edging, overstimulation, creampie, cockwarming, bisexual!reader.

*****

You never give up, do you? Aemond thought he’d made himself clear when he told you ‘no’, yet you continued nevertheless. You’d always been persistent. He blamed Aegon for this behavior; he enabled it by letting you run free with whoever you wished as long as a pot of moontea was ready nearby. It was common knowledge in the Red Keep that Princess Y/N had a string of lovers who followed her around. Your charming beauty and promiscuous attitude drew many men to you. Aegon should have stomped out this behavior of yours; it was unbecoming of a princess, and could have disastrous results. He had his fair share of other women as well, which you did not mind either. He understood you’d been betrothed since you were children and married very young. You might have wanted someone else who wasn’t Aegon. He wouldn’t know. Helaena ended up becoming a Septa, so he’d be betrothed to another noblewoman in his future. 

So, he shouldn’t be surprised when he catches you in his bed after training. It was mid-noon, the sun shining through the window near his bed. You were naked, laying on his sheets, with your hand between your legs. He heard your soft moans drift from his bedchamber into the rest of the apartment. You laid on your stomach, one leg higher than the other as you rubbed your sex. If he stood in the right place, he could see your fingers against it. He turned away at the step leading up into the bedroom area of his apartment. Yet, he could hear you still. 

“A-A-Aemond,” he could barely hear you, but your voice carried. “Pl-l-lease.”

It reminded him of the other day. He’d been walking through the castle to see his mother when a slight sound caught his attention from a nearby staircase. Carefully going closer, he caught you and Aegon, pressed against a wall in the very public area. Your dress lifted to your waist, it rested on your arched back as Aegon charged into you. He thought of your lips, parted in every moan and tried your best to stay quiet. Your ass pushing back into Aegon’s hips, the sounds of skin and skin slapping together at the rapid pace, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. You slut. You absolute slut. For the briefest of moments, he’d pictured himself in Aegon’s place, giving you all the pleasure he could. He stood in the shadows and watched you both. His cock grew hard watching you be taken right there in the stairwell, where anyone could catch you. He liked being nearby and witnessing such a erotic scene. It’d gotten better when you sunk to your knees and swallowed Aegon’s load like a whore. He bit his lip thinking of what those lips might look like around him. This was why he did not let you near him. Because, once you did…

He’d never stop. He’d become addicted to you, and he knew this. Aemond never dared say it out loud, but ever since that day, he thought about you. He actively sought out private places where he might come upon you and Aegon again. He’d been lucky some days, but you weren’t always with Aegon. He’d cummed the hardest after seeing you with one of the serving girls near the stables at night. The young woman stood against the wall while you licked at her cunt. Then, she returned the favor, sucking on your breasts and fingering your wet pussy. Gods, what he would’ve done if he had you both. 

“Brother…Please…”

He noticed your face buried in his pillows, holding one as you grinded into your hand. How many times have you come here? How many missed chances? Aemond silently walked to the bed. So lost in your euphoria, you didn’t notice him coming towards you. He took off his belt, and untied the flap of his breeches and grabbed hold of himself. Gradually, he stroked himself watching you on his bed. He looked over the curves of your body: your soft thighs and legs parted, your breasts exposed and lips bitten down on as you continued touching yourself. His eyes gazed downward to your bottom, the one he’s seen so many times by now but never touched. He betted you liked it there too, like a common whore in a brothel. He imagined how many times his brother fucked your ass, stretching and filling you while you touched yourself. He pictured it bouncing on him, rippling in every move as you screamed his name. But no, he wanted your cunt. He wanted to hear you squeal and giggle as he teased you; taste your wetness on his tongue and smeared on his mouth and chin. He might not be as obnoxious or boastful like Aegon, but he knew women too. Aemond would be a far better lover for you. You wouldn’t want anyone else when he was done with you.

Because, it was him who studied the carnal pleasures. It was him who’d tamed the largest dragon to gain your attention. He spent his whole youth desiring you. He’d begged his mother to annul your betrothal to Aegon and give you to him. He’d tame you like he tamed Vhagar. He and his cock would straighten you out. Obviously, Aegon isn’t that good if you’re seeking pleasures with other men and women. But, no. His mother refused. He’d marry some other girl from a noble house while lusting after you. 

He bit back a groan as he continued stroking in front of you. Aemond wanted to take it slow, truly enjoy the bliss while observing you. He took slow strokes, thinking of you wrapped around him. The scene changed when you rolled onto your back and smiled up at him. 

He supposed it happened when he’d caught you in the kingswood. His father declared they’d all go on a hunt, making an event out of it for Aegon’s nameday. Aemond didn’t go with them the first day, content to stay with his mother and sisters. But, when you’d scampered off somewhere, young Aemond was tasked with bringing you back. Fourteen-years-old and never having seen a woman naked before, he’d been shocked to find you in a small pond alone. You’d stripped off all your clothes, and dipped into the cool waters. He stayed in the bushes and watched you, admiring your naked body from afar. His first erection. The scene escalated when the person you’d been waiting for-a Lannister boy related to Lord Tyland-arrived. You and the Lannister boy kissed and fondled one another, but nothing else. Aemond wished it’d been him, yet he knew it’d only be a matter of time.

“Enjoying yourself, Brother?” you giggled breathily, still teasing yourself. 

“I…I…Come here.”

He growled as he grabbed your ankle and dragged you over to the edge. You didn’t protest. You didn’t struggle. Instead, you sat up and began undoing his jerkin. His lips found yours, and he groaned into your mouth. Your tongue easily slipped over his, dancing together as you fully undressed him. Once you were both nude, he pushed you onto your back. He didn’t use his cock right away. He used his own fingers instead, which brought on a new wave of pleasure for you. He rolled his fingers over your wet lips and swollen clit, sliding between them and dipping to your entrance every so often. 

“Aemond,” you said his name in a soft sigh, “That feels so-”

“-Hush,” he snapped, slapping your cunt sharply, “You wish to behave like a whore, you’re going to be taken like one.”

“But, Brother, I-”

He smacked your pussy again, which made you tremble, “I said ‘hush’.” He continued teasing your sex, seeing it glisten in the rays of light that hit the bed. He sat on the bed, and brought one leg over his lap. “You’re going to lay here like a good slut and let me punish you for your behavior.”

“Behavior?”

“I see how you carry on with others besides Aegon,” he accused, spreading your lips with his two fingers, and seeing your soaked clit in between. “I see all the people who get to taste and fuck you,” he gave another light slap, “And I’m appalled. It’s not becoming of a princess to parade herself around like a commoner on the Street of Silk,” he slapped your pussy again, more harshly. “You’re a noble lady,” he slapped it, “A woman of high birth,” Again, “And here you are laying in my bed, waiting for me to fuck you. Do you think a woman like you should be behaving like this?”

“No.”

“No, ‘what’, slut?” he spanked it again, knowing how tender and sore it’ll be tomorrow. 

“No, Brother-”

“-Wrong,” he smacked it once more, harder and louder. He landed a few more hits that made you wiggle in his gasp. “Try again.”

“Your Grace!” you cried, “Please, Your Grace!”

“Hm,” he smiled, “So a whore does know her place…” 

He eased the pain with his tongue. You tasted divine. He sucked the juices dripping down your sex and lapped at your clit. You mewled and squirmed around as he flicked his tongue teasingly on you. He’d make you behave. After today, you’ll be his property. Not Aegon’s. Not the realm’s. Not anyone’s except his. He landed a few more smacks to your pussy before rolling you onto your stomach and putting you fully onto his lap. Your ass in front of him, he squeezed and gripped your cheeks before starting to spank you. He started off slow, letting your body get used to his touch before going harder. Occasionally, he stopped to slip a finger into your pussy. 

“Mmm,” he hummed, “Even after all that cock, you’re still tight as a drum.” He continued pumping his fingers as he smacked each cheek. “Serves me much better. I wouldn’t bother if you were loose.”

“Aemond!” you snapped at him, but silenced with another hard smack. 

“You don’t get to say my name,” he said, picking up the pace on his fingers and making you moan louder. “You haven’t earned that yet.” He spat between your cheeks and moved his fingers further up, which made you gasp in shock. “Now, I bet this is extremely tight.” He pushed his fingers around it, but never went inside, “A hole made for pleasuring me instead of you.” 

“Your Gr-rr-race.”

“I didn’t give you permission to speak,” he spanked you to emphasize this. He went back to spread and spit on your hole. “I can just imagine how good this would feel after a hard day of training. A perfect way to let out all the frustration inside me,” he used his other hand to continue caressing your pussy again. “And this one too. Aegon doesn’t appreciate your pretty holes enough. Not even your sweet mouth.” He stuck the fingers on your bottom into your mouth, and you instantly started sucking them. “I’ve seen him. He just puts you on your knees and goes in. He does nothing to prepare you for him. Well,” he scoffed, “Not as if he has much to prepare. I think that’s why you want me so badly…” he pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth while his other hand fingered you again, “My cock’s bigger, and can go for so much longer. If you were mine, you wouldn’t go to other men. You’d have my cock to pleasure you whenever you liked. In the morning, at noon, at night…whenever your sweet cunt needs to be fucked. Our parents wouldn’t want for grandchildren…I’d fill you with my seed as much as possible. Strange,” he mused, “How you and Aegon have no children, yet hump like rabbits. Why is that, I wonder? Because Aegon would be a worse father than our own? Because you see what a useless sack of shit he is? Where does he put it?”

He removed his fingers long enough to let you answer, “My mouth, Your Grace. My tits or my back or stomach. Wherever he can in the moment.” 

"What a shame," he said, withdrawing his fingers from your pussy once he felt you tightening again, "Looks like I'm going to have to make sure you're full all the time."

He maneuvered you off his lap and onto the bed again. He got a good look at you. You'd been drooling, judging by the string of saliva on your chin, and your shifting body told him how much you needed him. Good. That was how he wanted you. Laying beside you he brought you close and kissed you again. He could get used to kissing you. Even if Aegon is in the room, what was he going to do? Hit him? He scoffed. Aegon stopped coming to training sessions long ago. A fight would be little challenge for him. He tugged on your bottom lip before pulling away. 

"Such an eager slut," he said, kissing down to your breast. He licked at one nipple while his fingers went back inside you. "Are you like this with all your lovers or just me?" 

"Just you, Your Grace."

"Not even Aegon."

"Not even-ah! Aemond!"

He let it slide. He'd just put his thumb to your clit again, and began moving it from side to side. Aemond enjoyed hearing your low moans, and needy whimpers. Your walls tightened around his fingers every time he slid in and out, letting him reach right to the knuckle. He left small bites and hickeys down your side as he went back to eating your clit. His cock hit his stomach from the arousal you brought on. Your hands ended up in his hair, gripping and tugging from the pleasure controlling you. He buried his face further in and growled, and soon you were shaking underneath him. Your grip on his hair became tighter, and your back arched the moment your orgasm came. He groaned, tasting you on his tongue, your cum gushing into his mouth. It'd be the first of many. You rested back, and he smirked. 

"You think we're done here?" He asked, sucking up what leaked out. 

"But I already-"

"-Sit up." He stood from the bed and pulled you in a sitting position. "I'm going to teach you to be a proper lady. Sit up straight, shoulders back…good girl," he said, seeing you follow his instructions, "Open your mouth."

You opened your mouth and he slid inside. "Don't move. Keep your posture. Yes, like that," he groaned as he started at a gentle, slow pace. 

He took hold of your head to keep you from moving, and looked down to see you sitting upright and hands in your lap. He envied his brother or any other man who had you. He pitied them as well. After today, you won't want anyone else. Only him. Your cheeks hollowed when you sucked him firmly, your spit helping him slide in and out easily. He took in the shape of your sweet lips, seeing how they suck him so eagerly. When you moaned, he felt it through the muscle. Aemond continued guiding you over him; pleasure mounted inside him the longer you sucked. He pulled himself out, streams of saliva and precum following, and rubbed it over your tongue. He angled your head so you looked up at him. Your pretty eyes were full of lust and need. They'd gotten slightly teary from the abuse he'd done to your body, yet you did nothing to stop him. He sucked on his fingers for remnants of your juices on them. The thought of having you whenever he pleased made him hungry for more. 

"Go further down. Take more of it," he forced your head closer to his center. He heard you gag, and chuckled, "Don't act like a novice now. I've seen you do this plenty of times. I like watching you." He groaned when he finally hit the back of your throat, "Fuck…I love watching you be fucked…with men…women…my brother. I might watch you two tonight. Would you like that?" He pushed his hips into you to hear you choke on him. "Hm? Me sitting nearby watching you be fucked dumb, then having you to myself afterwards? You and Aegon aren't the only depraved ones in this family." 

"Yes," you coughed when he pulled out, taking heaving breaths. "Yes, Your Grace. I'd like that."

He laughed, "Of course, you would, you fucking slut." 

He took a deep plunge into your throat, then stopped. He tossed you back onto the bed, climbing on to follow you and forced your legs apart. You seemed to think he'd finally enter you. He snorted. He grabbed his shaft and dragged his tip over your sex again. He continuously did this simply to see you cry from the pleasure. He spat right onto where you both met, then kept going. 

"Your Grace," you whined, "I need it. I need it so badly. Please, Your Grace. Please, let me have it."

"Hmmm, should I?" He smirked, continuing to slide his shaft over it. "I quite enjoy making you beg." 

"Please!"

He held back his own pleasure to slap your clit with his cock, the slight tingle going through you. He listened to you whimper, watched you claw at the headboard above you, and relished in your pain. When he saw you about to play with your breasts, he immediately smacked it away. Then, he laid on top of you, cupping them both and started to suck on them while he grinded into you. He remembered every time you flaunted them in front of him. Strategically bending forward at dinner tables, or standing close he could see down your dress. You shuddered underneath him; your hips pushed up into his to grind against his cock. He let you have that one pleasure. His tongue flicked over your nipples, sucking and biting gently. His cock grew harder sliding against your pussy, rutting like a desperate man; you cleverly tried angling yourself so he might slip inside, but only pressed on his tip. 

"Fuck me," you cried to him. "Please?"

Sheathed fully inside you, he went back to your chest. He gave small strokes along with licking your nipples slowly. He felt your pussy clenching and unclenching around him, which caused him to moan on your skin. Aemond pinched one nipple as he sucked on the other; then changed sides. He could lay there all day admiring your breasts; the soft supple mounds he often pictured late at night. He thrusted into you hard a few times to watch them bounce from the force. Soon, you gathered what he wanted, and made them move on your own. He stuck out his tongue to let them brush over it; he moaned when you lifted one side to his mouth where he sucked gently. He’d make you cum just like this. He cupped, pinched, kissed and sucked on them while you attempted to bounce on his cock. 

Aemond lifted your thighs and shoved himself deep into you; the both of you finally finding relief. Keeping you still, Aemond began a gradual pace despite the urgency coursing inside him. He needed the release. He felt it tightening in his balls, and wanting to shoot out, but he kept a hold on it. He’d practiced this just for you. He knew the day he fucked you, he’d hold himself back as much as possible. Aegon couldn’t possibly last. He looked down to see his cock, red and hard, parting your lips and intruding. Truthfully, you felt better than he could’ve hoped for; your tight pussy made him want to lose control, and fully ravage you. Yet, he kept himself composed, and kept it slow. He groaned when he pulled back and saw his member glistening from your wetness. He withdrew to rub himself over your clit again before going back in. You whimpered in frustration, rocking your hips and moving them to meet his cock. He chuckled again. He continued the action to watch you suffer longer at the expense of his own pain. 

“Aemond, Aemond,” you breathed as your next climax approached, “I’m…I’m…”

“I know, pet,” he muttered, “You can.”

You struggled to let your orgasm out, your moans coming out in cracked sounds as your body tightened again. It inflated his ego certainly. Your cum wetting his cock, he moved faster to ride out the rest of your climax. He paused only to keep himself from finishing with you, taking deep breaths and squeezing his eyes shut to force it back. He heard you giggle. 

“Doesn’t my prince want to cum?” you teased, rubbing yourself in front of him and trembling. “Don’t you want to see what it looks like with your cum dripping from it?”

“I do,” he assured you, kissing your lips lightly, “But I’m not done with you yet.”

You laughed, “You’re worse than Aegon.”

“You have no idea.”

Taking hold of you, he rolled onto his back and settled himself underneath you. You gasped at the feeling of being impaled on him. Aemond started with a few encouraging thrusts upwards before you began moving by yourself. Eyes closed, head tossed back, you held onto his torso as your lower half began sliding up and down on him. Your recent orgasms made your clitoris very sensitive; a fact he took joy in abusing as he reached down to rub it with his thumb. No doubt little sparks of pain followed, though were drowned out by the angle you rode him at. He panted and moaned as your body continued torturing him. It was his now. After today, he’d own your gorgeous body, and perhaps one day your heart too. Aegon didn’t deserve you. Nobody else did. He sat up from his position, cradling you in his lap, as he went back to sucking on your breasts and fondling your bottom. 

“Are you going to fuck me there too?” you asked shakily, arms around his neck. 

“Do you wish for me to?” he replied, squeezing your ass and guiding you on him. 

“I…I…Nobody’s ever…” 

“Not even Aegon, the pervert that he is?” 

You went faster, your bodies crashing together as much as they could before he laid back down to bring you with him. He started swatting at your buttocks again, seeing your eyes widen for a moment when he began. He knew you liked that. 

You shook your head. “So, I’d be the first then?” The idea intrigued him, “I like the sound of that. I like the sound of that very, very much.”

“Please, Aemond,” you whined, bouncing along his cock so your tits followed, “Please, play with it.”

He grinned, grunting as he spread your cheeks apart and gripping them tightly. Spitting on his hand, he placed his fingertips between them as much as he could. You accommodated him by leaning forward more, which put your breasts back in his face, and squeaked when you felt his fingers. He sensed your tiredness coming on, so he let you rest against him while he bucked up into you and rubbed your hole. His pretty sister. His pretty plaything. He felt the sweat slicking your bodies, and knew you must be tired. It was a feeling you’d get used to eventually. You came alive again when he slid a finger into your ass. He’d do a finger for now. His cock wanted your pussy. It ached and throbbed inside you. 

“Like this?” he asked you softly, kissing your forehead comfortingly. 

“Ye-yes,” you nodded. “But, I want your cum. I want it so much.”

“Do you?” he held you close, finger and cock both inside you, and went faster. “I’m not our brother. I will cum inside you.” 

The thought of you pregnant, round and swelling throughout the months because of him, and finally birthing a child for him sounded nice. Perhaps a bastard child might cause Aegon to cast you aside, and he can have you…physically, spiritually, and legally. 

“Inside, please.”

“How does it feel?” he panted, kissing your shoulder as he rested on top of you. 

He stopped his fingering and put you onto your stomach with a bit of shifting. On your stomach, arms around a pillow like before, face buried into the soft sheets, he mounted you once more and plunged into your pussy again. It did not take long for him to finally give in to you. Your body quaked, and you lost complete control of yourself. He watched you push back hard so he never fully pulled out. Your submission caused him to let go of the hold he’d kept on himself. He slipped his finger back into your ass, making you unravel immediately as he pounded you. He came right behind you, the powerful climax making his eyes squeeze tight and jaws fall in every moan. His entire body seized up and he felt his cum shoot inside you, adding to the obscene sounds already in the air. It was a pleasure he never wanted to end. He thought he could go on even longer; make love to you all day until he pumped out smoke. Aemond kept going until he’d completely drained himself, yet did not pull out of you. 

“So good,” you replied, satisfied and tired. “Don’t pull out just yet,” you intertwined his fingers with yours, “Stay inside me.”

“As you wish, pet.” 

You both laid on your sides, positioned so his cock never slipped out, and rested against each other. Having you curled up next to him, holding his hand, gave him a sense of triumph. He’d finally gotten the woman he’d desired for so long; the pretty flower he’d coveted over everything else. Taking in your scent, basking in your warmth despite the sweat gleaming on both your bodies, he knew he’d never let you go. Odds are Aegon won’t even mind. He didn’t care that you went with other men from time to time, why would he care if it was Aemond? He thought about the semen inside you, and what potential results it might have. You should drink tansy tea, and hope nothing came from it, but he disagreed. He put his hand over your stomach, already envisioning it full with a child, and smiled. A child made from each of you; a gorgeous boy or girl with silver hair and violet eyes. Nobody could say the child isn’t Aegon’s. Everyone knew you two coupled often. His mother worried you might be barren, but he knew the truth. Kissing your neck, he lets you drift to sleep in his arms even if it is the middle of the day. 

Maybe she’ll figure out the truth, and to avoid scandal, will have you and Aegon annulled. To have you this way every night sounded like a dream. 

****

You kept what happened between you and Aemond a secret, which he did not mind. Yet, you still did not let him forget what you’d done. You’d taken to leaving him notes on where you and Aegon or another lover planned to meet. He’d hide in a corner or behind a wall and observe you in coitus with another person. You never knew if he was truly there, but the thought alone aroused you. He particularly liked it when you had your handmaiden, a lovely girl who sounded delightful when she came. On the nights you slept with Aegon, he’d creep in through the secret panel in your apartment and hide behind the divider. Through the holes, he watched his brother make feeble attempts to pleasure you. You never appeared as interested anymore; you merely let him have you out of marital duty. It was him you desired now. Envy sometimes caused him to snap or summon you to his chambers simply to have you for a night. You became so special to him. You always have been.

“Aemond, I’m pregnant.”

Three words he’d longed to hear from you. You both had finished a late-night session in his bed chamber, laying on the fur carpet in front of his fireplace completely naked when you said it. 

“We only just finished,” he chuckled, pushing hair from your sweaty forehead. 

“No, from last time,” you told him, resting yourself against him. “I haven’t bled for two months now. The Maester confirmed it this morning.” You smiled softly, “And it’s yours.”

He beamed, laughing softly and kissing you deeply. “Are you certain?”

“Aegon hasn’t touched me in weeks. Ever since he found out about us, he said he isn’t interested in his little brother’s leftovers,” you said. “He’ll tell Mother.” He heard the worry in your voice, and he took your hand in his, “He’ll tell her and she’ll scorn me for it. She’ll tell me that I deserve it, and that I’d have to get rid of it when it’s born. I don’t want to-”

“-You won’t,” he affirmed, kissing your knuckles. “Not after I’ve told her it’s mine.”

“What?! You can’t tell her! You can’t!”

“I will,” he said, wrapping an arm around you. “You’ve had no children with Aegon. This could bring about the possibility that he’s unable to give you children, and in that possibility, your marriage can be annulled. You and I, sweetling,” he kissed your forehead, “Will be wed before anyone suspects a thing.” 

“Wed? To you?”

“Yes, to me,” he smiled, amused by your surprise. “I’ve wanted you since I was a boy…ever since I saw you sucking off that Lannister boy by the pond. I’ve spilled my seed in you nearly every day since you willingly-willingly, Sister-came into my chambers. You’re mine,” he growled lowly in your ear, his hand trailing down your back, “And when I convince Mother that your child is mine, she’ll let me have you.”

“Aemond, I-”

“-Hush, pet,” he cut you off, “I’ll take care of everything. You focus on having a healthy pregnancy.” He looked over your face, “I hope it’s a girl…a girl as beautiful as her mother.”

You didn’t say anything. You didn’t have to. He knew you loved him too; you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Aemond could make his mother see reason; he’s her favorite out of all the children and there’s nothing she’d deny him after he lost his eye. He pictured your wedding day and the heated wedding night, where he’d pleasure you even if you were pregnant. Aemond slowly drifted to sleep, his head full of dreams of you and him. 

Dreams of owning you. 

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Fire and Salt chp 3

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YN just wants her family together for her nameday. She was sure if everyone had reunited then the foreboding feeling in her stomach would end. 

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Masterlist 

YN skipped around the castle trying to find her father. She knew he would and could never deny her, so with hope she planned her request for her nameday. Her quest for her father left her unaware of the stares from the people who watched her run. YN’s efforts were rewarded when she saw the familiar head of her father. 

“Papa!” YN hugged him from behind, causing Laenor to smile slightly and turn to pat her head.

“YN. Are you alright darling?” He sounded slightly sad to the girl.

“I think I know what I really want for my nameday.” YN said, holding his hand as they walked to his rooms. 

“Oh? And what is that my darling girl?” 

“I want Rhaena and Baela to come here to Westeros. I want to spend the day with them.” Her request made her father pause and kneel down to her height. 

“YN. It’s not so easy to just bring them here. There’s a reason that they are in Pentos and don’t stay in Westeros.” Laenor sighed, trying to reason with his daughter. 

“But that's all I want. Please papa. Please talk to the king and ask him to allow them to come for only a fortnight.” YN pleaded. “I just want to play with my cousins and see them face to face again. I want to show them around dragonstone, and maybe high tide.”

“Why don’t we both travel to Pentos instead? Like on your 7th name day hm? Wouldn’t you like to see the Essosi countries again?” Laenor tried to bargain with his daughter, but he was only met with a pout. 

“Please papa, please find a way to bring them here.” Her eyes begged him. 

The man sighed, kissing the top of her forehead and standing to his height. “I will see what can be done. But if it's not possible to bring them here, then will you consider the option of going to them?” 

“I will, but I;m going to pray to any and every god I know of to make them come here.” YN relented and they continued onward. 

Laenor hoped his daughter would wish to go to Pentos. Essos was closer to the StepStones, and closer to the war brewing. He hoped to fight again and though Rhaenyra commanded him to stay with her, if YN was to go to Pentos with him he may be able to answer the call to battle. And his daughter may see the seas at battle. 

“When we arrive at Dragonstone, I will write the necessary papers and show them being sent off for you.” He said, sitting in the nearest chair. 

“Papa. May I write Aemond when will live at Dragonstone? He doesn’t have many friends and he might get lonely without me here.” The girl asked, smiling when he nodded his head absentmindedly. 

With that she ran out of the room to find her uncle and tell him her goodbyes. Once again, she found him in her favorite spot, the wall overlooking the water. His silver hair covering his sullen looking face as the sounds of the waves did nothing to soothe him. 

“Aemond!” YN shouted and ran to his side. 

“I hear you and your family are leaving for Dragonstone.” He pouted not looking at her. “It was the fight that caused it wasn’t it? If we hadn’t caused it, maybe you’d stay and I wouldn’t be losing my only friend here.”

“I don’t know if that’s what caused it. Maybe it’s a bunch of things that the adults don’t want to tell us.” YN tried to assure him, standing next to him to watch the waves. “But, my father said I am allowed to write to you. So we’ll exchange letters as much as we can, updating each other on our lives. You’ll tell me when you claim a dragon, won’t you? And I’ll tell you when I’ve either claimed a dragon or a ship.”

“When I’ve gotten my dragon YN, I'll fly to Dragonstone and present them myself.” Aemond promised, both locking pinkies to solidify their vows to each other. 

With a tight hug, YN left the boy staring after her when she made her way to her mother’s room. As got closer, she had found Ser Harwin as he had finished preparing to leave for Harrenhall. She was not there when he said his goodbyes to her mother and brothers, believing they deserved a moment together. But now she didn;t want him to leave without her own farwell. 

“Ser Harwin!” YN ran forward. 

“Little princess?” The man asked, taken aback when she wrapped her arms around his frame in a tight hug. Her eyes pricked with tears. 

“I’m going to miss you. I know you were closer with my brothers, but I will always see you as a friend and protector. I don;t want you to go.” the girl said, battling her own tears. 

“We will meet again one day, princess. When you are strong and tall. You and your brothers are very dear to me, and I am sad I will not be there to see you become a fine woman.” He tried to calm her. The girl may not have been his child, but she was a kind person and he was just as close in his mind to her as he was to her brothers. “Now buck up. Be strong. You are strong.”

“If we never see each other again, I promise I’ll never forget you.” YN hiccuped. He gave her a final hug and pulled away. 

“We’ll see each other one day, princess. When you’ve amassed a whole army of ships under your command.” He smiled and went to his horse. 

It felt like a member of her family was dying or being exiled. The pain cut into YN’s heart and left an empty feeling in her stomach as tears ran down her light brown cheeks. Her plump lips tried to stop quivering as she went back to her mother’s rooms. She knew that if she had Rhaena and Baela and their mother here it would feel like her family was cracking. Soon they’d all be together and happy again. But the gnawing feeling in her stomach would not end. Not even as they made it to Dragonstone. 

Eventually the feeling took hold of her emotions again as two ominous ravens delivered letters to her parents. Death seals on both. Her stomach ached at the news. She would not see Ser Harwin again. And her cousins were coming to Westeros, but they were bringing a corpse with them.