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Fade to Green Part II

Part I

Series Summary: Vaena Velaryon, Rhaenyra's firstborn daughter, becomes the lover of Queen Alicent, who intends to keep her by any means necessary.

Pairings: Alicent Hightower/OFC, Aemond Targaryen/OFC

Warnings/Tags: dead dove do not eat, smut, incest, yandere, porn with a pinch of plot, grooming maybe?, ofc is of age tho, drunk sex, spanking, power dynamics, body worship, oral, betrayal, ofc is morally questionable because this is game of thrones goddamnit, angst, Velaryons are black, ofc is either white or white passing, dubious if ofc is Laenor's or Daemond's child, breeding kink, hand feeding, period typical sexism, period typical homophobia, threats of violence.

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: This chapter is pretty Aemond-centric

"Eyes closed, both by blade, falling into the seven hells blind, his widow will not mourn him, but will join soon after."

Those were the new cryptic words Helaena kept repeating. Vaena was no different than anyone else in the family when it came to listening to her, if she did, she might have clued in that Helaena's words were prophetic. She was too consumed by thoughts of her engagement and her affair.

"We are to be sisters soon." Helaena spoke, more lucid now. Vaena smiled.

"Yes, I am excited. You feel like a sister to me already. I cannot wait for our children to play together."

Helaena said nothing, looking away, seeming distressed, for whatever reason, it made Vaena's heart drop down to her stomach. It wasn't like a rejection, it was like she knew a terrible truth.

"Are you alright?" Vaena asked. She wanted to reach out and touch her, but she knew Helaena didn't like to be touched by many people, one of the exceptions being Aemond. She reflected on Aemond's gentleness with his sister when he was severe in every other part of life, hoping that she might receive some of the same affection when she became his wife.

Helaena started back up repeating those cryptic words from earlier.

When Vaena was getting measured for her gown, Alicent was in the room, making all the decisions and saying exactly how she felt about the fabrics and the structure of the gown. She feigned frustration, dismissing the seamstresses from the room temporarily so it was just her and Vaena, and Vaena was in nothing but a corset and some small clothes.

"Is everything alright, my queen?"

"Yes, they're doing a fine job, but I wanted a moment with you." Alicent approached her future daughter in law, her lover, tucking a silver curl behind her ear. Vaena stood on a pedestal, her chest at Alicent's eye level, making it hard for her queen to maintain a sense of propriety.

"If these get any larger, I'll have to insist you retire all those enticing dresses and wear something more modest." Alicent told her. She knew Vaena's already soft and womanly body would fill out even more. Between her and Aemond, Vaena wouldn't want for admiration and pleasure, even as the eyes of men at court would start to turn in the direction of a willowy young maiden who had just flowered.

"I don't think a high neckline will do much to hide their shape, my queen." Vaena played into her queen's flirtation, inhaling deeply so her chest would expand and encroach Alicent's line of sight even more. "And wouldn't you like to look at them at your convenience, make a terribly boring day at court more pleasing?"

"If I got everything I wanted, you wouldn't be wearing clothes and you'd be confined to my chambers."

Vaena blushed, disappointed that Alicent had the restraint to not lift her breasts from her corset and suck on them. She was unable to stop herself from stealing glances even after the seamstresses returned. Even when Alicent approved of a concept for a wedding gown, Vaena was more attentive to Alicent than she was to the gown.

If she had cared to pay more attention, she might have noticed the message that green embroidery overtaking a white, Valyrian style wedding gown would send to the realm.

Even on her wedding day, she was more focused on the loss she felt with her family not being present, having abandoned her with a lack of letters. Vaena maintained composure, even though her mind had plenty of time to stew on the topic as her hair was braided and adorned with emerald jewels, today was not the day to cry.

When Aemond saw his bride enter the sept, he was in awe of her beauty. Green suited her silver hair and violet eyes. Her womanly body, silhouetted by the daylight outside the sept, suited the quiet opulence and loud message of her gown and emerald jewels that glimmered as she walked down the aisle, she would be given away by Aegon, seeing as her father was dead. She was not only surrendering herself to him as his wife today, she, the firstborn daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, was declaring her surrender to King Aegon II. The Blacks would hear about this betrayal, they would have lost the precious blood of a Valyrian woman. With Helaena by Aegon's side and soon Vaena by his, Aemond knew it would further legitimize The Greens in the eyes of the realm, Rhaenyra and her Strong boys hadn't a chance in the court of public opinion.

When they exchanged vows, Vaena kept unflinching eye contact, looking at him as if he had two eyes and was unscarred. Aemond was overcome with desire for his bride, she was perfect and eager in a way Aemond believed was above someone like him, a second son, a man with one eye.

And there would be no one to gawk and grope during the bedding ceremony, he remembered being powerless to stop what happened to Helaena on her wedding night, the late King Viserys had a kingsguard restrain him when he tried to attack a man who grabbed his sister. He wasn't untouched by women or an especially pious man, but the vile nature of men of a lower station treating a princess, especially one as fair and pure as his sister, like a common whore made him see red. He'd ban the barbaric ceremony if he were King, but Aegon had no interest in getting rid of the tradition.

During the wedding feast, Vaena noticed that Aemond was vigilant of their surroundings. He did not drink more than a cup of wine, declining servants' offers for it to be refilled. He put no such restrictions on Vaena, new brides benefitted from being mellowed with wine. She maintained a warm demeanor throughout their wedding feast, Aemond would whisper observations about the guests in her ear that would make her laugh, they leaned towards each other in their seats, and Vaena's warm smiles proved contagious to her husband.

Alicent watched the newlyweds. She had hoped and prayed to see Aemond this happy on his wedding day with a beautiful bride who reacted to him the way Vaena did. She supposed she got her wish, but at the price of seeing her lover look at another affectionately and at the price of knowing she pawned off a woman she had in her bed to her own son. If the marriage was successful, Alicent hoped it would assuage her guilt.

When she congratulated them, Vaena embraced her, almost as if a daughter would her mother if she hadn't just slightly pressed her chest against hers, a hidden message of sensuality no one but them could detect.

As the night drew on, the imminence of the bedding drew closer. Vaena looked at her husband expectantly through heavy lidded eyes.

"You won't let Larys Strong touch me, will you?" Vaena spoke with dulled inhibitions, thinking how awful it would be for such a rat to get to touch her before her husband.

"I'd be willing to gut every man here, but I've devised a plan that would spare you the indignity of having to see such violence." Aemond reassured her. "Ser Criston will be creating a diversion so that we might make it out of this wedding feast with our clothes intact." Aemond whispered in her ear.

"Thank you." Vaena said, her eyes now on his lips, thin and sharp, not at all like his mother's. There wasn't really anything about him that was like his mother, his features severe and wholly those of a Valyrian man.

Vaena watched Ser Criston carefully, wondering what his plan was. She noticed that he was basically shepherding the high lords, moving the crowd around with social graces until a most explosive confrontation between the young Lords Horus Tyrell and Edmond Frey was orchestrated. The two lords were frought enemies, Edmond had taken Horus' cousin, Wynona Tyrell, as his wife and she was found dead after a year of being unable to produce an heir, Horus swore to the Gods he knew his cousin was murdered. There had been significant effort to keep House Tyrell and House Frey separate, an effort Ser Criston intentionally sabotaged.

Horus drew his sword and chaos ensued, all eyes were on the spectacle. Noble ladies screamed in terror, Aegon reveled in the spectacle, making no orders to stop it.

"That would be our cue, wife." Aemond whispered in her ear before taking her hand and leading her opposite of where the crowd was gawking and through a door utilized by the cooks and cupbearers that supplied the festivities.

They ran through the kitchens and out the door that'd take them to the direction of his chamber. Aemond wrapped his arm around her skirts, picking her up and carrying her the rest of the way.

"Your plan is going to get one of those men killed!" Vaena scolded. Aemond smirked.

"Did I not tell you earlier that I would kill every man there to keep you untouched?" Aemond sealed the rhetorical question with a kiss on his wife's soft lips reddened with wine and sensuous blood that tinged her cheeks as well.

Upon arriving to their chambers, Aemond set her down and sprung into action.

"Lock the door." Aemond ordered. Vaena did so, watching her husband drag a heavy bookcase in front of the door for extra reassurance.

"Excellent idea." Vaena said. "I told the queen that I wouldn't let you leave these chambers until I was with child." Vaena rubbed her hands around the planes of Aemond's chest and shoulders. "She wants a little army of grandchildren."

"That, I think, we can arrange." Aemond having no qualms with the idea, sealed the agreement with a kiss. If Vaena were as fertile and wanton as her mother, the realm would be so overrun with little Targaryens that Westerosi houses would start to turn Valyrian, House Tyrell looked particularly appealing for such a plot and as of tonight there'd potentially be one less Tyrell in line for the lordship.

Vaena slipped her tongue into her husband's mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck, Aemond made sure to keep her balanced, seeing as she was clumsy with wine, her body had a satisfying weight in his arms, whether he was carrying her or holding her upright.

Aemond turned her around and undid her wedding gown, thankful the garment was fairly simple. When stripped to her smallclothes, he removed the emerald ornaments in her hair, which proved harder than the gown, Vaena eventually joined in to speed up the process of letting her curls free. Aemond made short work of her smallclothes, unlacing her corset and peeling off her chemise to reveal her nude form, one as exquisite as Aemond imagined it would be.

Vaena set to work on her husband's clothes, he had not dressed much more formal for his wedding save for some extra embroidery and more green. She struggled to undress her husband as he smoothed his hands up and down her nude flesh, getting her warm and pliant for her marriage bed. What she revealed was a slender, sinewy body with a crop of coarse white-blond hair on his chest and surrounding his cock, which sprung eagerly from the confines of his smallclothes. Vaena kneeled down at the sight of it, she had never seen an adult man's cock, but her husband's had a meatiness to it that didn't match the rest of him and was practically begging to have a mouth wrapped around it.

"No." Aemond stopped her. "You can suck my cock as much as you please when you're with child, but I have no intentions of letting my seed go to waste while you still have an empty womb."

Her husband was right, as disappointed as she was, all the more reason for her to get with child as soon as possible.

Aemond, however, made sure she was on her back, her thighs pushed back until her knees were on either side of her shoulders so he could devour her pussy. He wasn't as good as his mother, but he still brought her to climax multiple times, telling her it would make her womb more receptive to his seed.

"Wait, you're not fully naked yet, husband."

Before Aemond realized what she meant, Vaena reached up to remove his eyepatch, revealing the sparkling sapphire it concealed. She gasped, Aemond thought out of horror until she told him otherwise.

"You're striking." She pet his hair to reassure him.

It was enough to make Aemond snake his way up her body, kissing and nipping her belly and breasts, until his cock stood ready against her cunt and kept intense eye contact with his bride, as though to test to see if she really thought the sapphire in his eye socket was truly bearable to look at.

Just as he was about to penetrate her, there was excited chattering outside their bedchamber. Aemond paused, the crowd made him feel anxiety about his performance.

"Fuck, of course they're going to crowd around outside the door." Aemond hissed quietly, more to himself than to Vaena.

"Well, let's give them a little show." Vaena's eyes lit up and a sultry grin curled her lips. "Oh gods, Aemond, I don't know if it'll fit inside of me!"

Aemond's pupils dilated, he was both aroused and blindsided at his new wife's boldness, a string of precum dripped onto her swollen pussy lips.

"Don't worry, it should only hurt for a moment, you're so wet for me." Aemond said, looking deeply into her eyes before filling her completely.

"Seven hells!" Vaena cried out. "It hurts but it feels so good."

Aemond groaned at the sight of her virginal blood being diluted by her arousal. "You're even lovelier than I expected." Aemond groaned. "You're so tight."

When Vaena hoped Aemond would burn brightly in their marriage bed, she hadn't expected it to be quite like this. It was wildly different from when she pleasured her queen, there was something more primal about the way her body responded to Aemond, an instantaneous heat and need that made Vaena understand why incest was the norm of their families.

With every needy, desperate thrust of Aemond's, equally desperate sounds poured from Vaena's soft lips. The intrusive crowd outside wanted a show, they were getting one, but not the one they expected of a fair maiden being horrified by a man with one eye.

"I hope your seed takes right now, the very first time having me, taking my maidenhead." Vaena made no effort to hold back her desire.

"If we're fortunate, we might have twins like my brother and sister did." Aemond played along, feeling her cunt grip even tighter around him at the suggestion of twins.

"I would want nothing more, except maybe triplets, should the gods be so generous to provide them."

When Aemond filled her with his seed, the pair of them cried out, Vaena's thighs squeezed by instinct, unrelenting for several minutes as their cries softened into panting, Aemond's softening cock was sensitive to his wife's cunt fluttering around it, trying to milk every last drop of seed, her powerful thighs, thighs of a dragonrider, kept him locked in place, his seed having time to settle into her, less would be wasted on their sheets.

"I didn't think my little brother had it in him." Aegon could be heard from behind the door. Aemond eye rolled at the comment, much to Vaena's amusement.

When the crowd eventually left, Vaena settled into Aemond's arms, spent and sated as he was.

"You still had your maidenhead." Aemond said very matter of factly.

"Of course I still had my maidenhead, I hadn't been with a man before you."

"They can be destroyed with fingers, some maesters even claim they can break while a woman's on horseback or dragonback, but that's heavily debated."

"Your mother refused to do anything with me that would break my maidenhead." Vaena told Aemond truthfully. "Not even a finger."

"My mother is a wise woman. Which is why I was surprised to find you two in bed together. She looked happy in a way I never saw her happy with Viserys, so I kept it to myself until I was told I would be marrying you."

"I hope you would not deprive her now that we are married."

"As long as you do not take another lover and make yourself available to me, I see no reason why you shouldn't entertain my mother." He set clear boundaries and Vaena did not object to them.

A couple hours before dawn, a sleepless Alicent, curiosity overriding her better judgement, decided to make use of the servant's corridors to check on Vaena and Aemond, peaking through a slight crack in the door.

The newlyweds were spent, sleeping, Vaena was possessively wrapped in Aemond's arms as his superior height formed something of a cradle for his wife to settle into, their bodies flush against each other as they slept on their sides, and Aemond was without his eyepatch, his sapphire eye catching the moonlight. She smiled to herself before returning back to her own chambers where she would sleep restlessly alone while the newlyweds still acquainted themselves in their marriage bed.

Aemond was woken up by a loud sound. He rose from his warm bed, prying himself from his sweet wife before throwing on a silk green robe to conceal his nude body. The sound came from the window, where he went to investigate and saw an unexpected sight.

"I don't think I have ever seen you up this early, brother." Aemond called down. He had not fastened his robe with enough care, his chest was exposed and his voice was still thick with sleep.

"The maesters need to confirm the purity of the bride. They won't shut up about it and decided it was my problem." Aegon informed his brother with the understanding that he was a nuisance and not in the way he generally made himself to be a nuisance.

Aemond collected the bloodstained bedsheet, trying not to stir his wife awake, and hung it out the window using two heavy objects to pin the corners down to the window sill.

"Proof enough, brother?" Aemond hissed, turning away from the window as the king laughed from below.

"Now put a babe in her cunt before her whore mother thinks to take her back. Your king commands it!"

As crude as the king put it, Aemond knew that Rhaenyra would have no qualms wedding her despoiled daughter to some traitorous house, House Stark immediately coming to mind. Aegon was right, it was imperative to get Vaena with child.

"Who's shouting so loudly at such an early hour?" Vaena asked groggily, approaching the window in a nightgown and robe she had just thrown on for modesty's sake, her mess of curls showing off just how well she had been fucked the night before.

"Sweet sister, marriage agrees with you." Aegon flattered her.

"Thank you, your grace. What brings you to our window?" Vaena rubbed her eyes, sleepily leaning on Aemond.

"Your king requires a host of nieces and nephews."

"Then I shall tear your brother away from this window and return him to our marriage bed." Vaena laughed, grabbing Aemond and dragging him back to bed... where they proceeded to sleep for a few hours more before getting back to work on making new princes and princesses.

Vaena made a risky decision and decided to lick up his scar and just before her tongue touched his sapphire, her tongue rounded around his eye socket. Aemond hadn't expected to like that as much as he did, he couldn't hold back a moan, his cock grew painfully hard and he felt a richness at the back of his throat. His eye still hurt him physically sometimes, but it seemed the area was just as sensitive to pleasure as it was to pain.

When he took her that morning, he took her from the back like a dragon would, showing little restraint and receiving no pushback as he fucked her with the ferocity of a dragon.

"You'll be the most beautiful woman in all the seven kingdoms when you're heavy with child. The realm will know you're mine." Rhaenyra was known for having chubby, healthy babies, most of them boys, Aemond hoped Vaena took after her mother in this regard.

He was steadily coming to the conclusion that Rhaenyra's scandalous behavior probably had little to do with her and more to do with the fact her father and her late husband were unwilling to tame her, and now she was in the arms of Daemon fucking Targaryen.

It would be a difficult task, but he could right the sins of his father using his beautifully wanton granddaughter.

After topping her cunt up with more of his seed, Vaena's stomach let out a loud growl. Aemond promptly had breakfast sent up, removing the book case blocking the door and putting his eyepatch back on while they waited. To their surprise, breakfast came with a tiered tray of sweets and pastries, all of Vaena's favorites, and a handwritten note of congratulations from Alicent. Vaena quickly ate the more substantive parts of her breakfast and had no trouble sampling the desserts.

"No wonder you're so soft, you have quite the sweet tooth."

"Am I too plump?" Vaena asked, a little self conscious.

"Not at all." Aemond answered, surprised by the question. She had more weight to her than other maidens at court, but such a fine shape that it added to her beauty. "Before we were wed, after a long day of training and assisting my brother and the hand with running the realm, there was not an idea in my mind so alluring as a soft bed with a soft wife."

He thought of a whore Aegon had forced upon him when they were younger who had heavy tits leaking milk, sealing a specific preference in women he had yet to develop. He thought of Helaena as she filled out after having her three children and how he wished he could have been the one to father them. He thought of how he wrapped his hand around his shaft the night before his wedding, thinking of how beautiful Vaena would look riding him, her tits so full and round and she was just a maiden.

As if she read his mind, she mounted him like a dragon, telling him that if he didn't want her figure reduced from her exertion in their wedding bed, he had best feed her the rest of her sweets as she rode him.

Over the days the pair had to each other, Vaena had proved herself hypnotically wanton and Aemond proved himself capable of keeping up. Aemond took great pain in prying himself from his marriage bed to return to his princely duties, only having the willpower to attend to them when Vaena promised she would cater to his whims when night fell.

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