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── 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: minors dni. smut, canon!aemond 𝓍 shy wife!reader, afab reader, profanity, teasing, flirting, fingering, cunnilingus, slight manipulation, innocence + breeding kink, pet names, mentions of p in v sex, obsessive & possessive behavior.

aemond adores how shy his sweet little wife can be around him, he cannot help but tease you in the privacy of your martial chambers − listening to you whine as he brushes his long, nimble fingers beneath the hem of your lace skirts, watching you become completely flushed, heart thumping wildly against your ribcage.

“what’s wrong, little love?” he questions innocently, watching as you try to hastily pull down your skirts, “won’t you allow your beloved husband to touch your sweet little cunt?”

you huff, your plump lips forming into a cute pout, “must you be so lewd, husband?” you ask, looking away bashfully as you get up and move to your vanity, needing something else to focus on besides your husband trying to get under your skirts.

aemond loves picking out his little wife’s favorite flowers from the red keep’s gardens, watching as you flush, bringing the colorful, blooming buds up to your nose to inhale the sweetness, sighing with happiness − though, your pretty smile doesn’t last very long, watching as your husband’s plush lips curl up into a small smirk.

“those flowers are indeed beautiful, my dearest love,” he comments casually, gesturing towards the bouquet of flowers he’d picked for you, “but no flower comes close to the beauty that lies between your thighs,” he purrs, making you squeak.

“aemond!” you scowl, rolling your doe eyes at his inappropriate behavior − but you cannot help but softly giggle, walking over to place the lovely bouquet of your favorite flowers into a vase, gently arranging them to your liking.

the next day, aemond quietly creeps up behind you inside of the red keep’s royal library − coming up to stand directly behind your distracted self, startling you with a small, girlish gasp as he leans down to brush the tip of his sharp nose against your ear, whispering, “you’ve been hiding from me, little one,” he purrs, amused by your bashfulness.

instantly, you begin to deny his words, placing your romance novel back on the bookshelf, breathing shakily as you turn to face him, looking up at his lithe, towering physique.

“i haven’t, i’ve just been…” you trailed off, completely flustered, never having being able to master the skill of lying − just like your husband has.

aemond smirks, a breathy chuckle escaping him before he abruptly drops down to his knees (eloquently), startling you as you begin to question him in a sharp, hushed whisper.

“husband?!” you squeak, doe eyes wide and on alert, looking all around the empty aisle of hundreds and hundreds of old tombs, “what are you doing?”

aemond doesn’t give you an answer − instead, he ducks beneath your fluffy pink skirts, deftly moving aside your small-clothes and begins lapping at your silky folds like a man starved, pressing his face snuggly against you as the tip of his sharp, aquiline nose rubs your aching clit, causing you to squeal.

“oh, gods… please, have mercy on my soul,” you beg, slapping a hand over your mouth, before yelping as you feel your devilish husband nip at your clit, hearing you mewl his name like a silk street whore.

“your soul is mine,” aemond growls possessively, before continuing his task at pleasuring his lady wife.

minutes pass, with aemond continuing underneath your skirts, feasting on your sweet cunny, hearing you panting and moaning breathily as you near your peak − feeling your husband’s skilled tongue rolling around your little, buzzing clit, before pumping a long finger inside of your little fuckhole, chuckling as he listens to you quietly panic.

“aemond!” you hiss, whimpering softly as your lower belly tightens, your peak so close to consuming you whole, “someone will see us!” you scold, your back digging painfully into the bookshelf behind you, but you couldn’t care less.

aemond hums, continuing to suckle at your swollen clit, “let them see,” he murmurs darkly, smirking as you huff, no doubt pouting those cute, rosy lips of yours.

gods, aemond can just imagine your pouty lips wrapped around his cock, fucking your throat deeply until tears stream down your flushed, teary cheeks, causing him to harden even more inside of his black leather breeches.

“let them see your husband pleasing his little lady wife − let them know that it is me, your husband who tastes you, who fucks you, who fills your womb every night,” he babbles, continuing his assault on your weeping cunt, fingering your clenching fuckhole faster and faster, never once stopping.

then suddenly, he feels you clench around his finger incredibly tightly, feeling the muscles of your velvety walls spasming helplessly, before you let out a muffled cry, “aemond, aemond…!” you wail, sounding so pretty, so needy − it makes aemond spill his own seed inside of his breeches.

once finished, aemond rises from beneath your skirts with a satisfied smirk, “seems my shy little wife isn’t so shy after all,” he teases, leaning down to claim your lips in a sweet, tender kiss, licking into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

after a moment, aemond pulls back just slightly, brushing his nose against yours, nuzzling you affectionately, “do you think we can finish where we started back in our own chambers?” he asks cheekily, grinning down at you.

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loveslibrarywp · 3 months

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HI. I have a request for you but I noticed that requests are open in both your profiles. I actually already sent it to @roselibrary so I was wondering if I had made a mistake and therefore this was the right profile. Sorry to bother you and thank you!

No worries!!

This is my only public profile that I post on. I’m not sure if that other creator writes what I write but you can request whatever you want on my profile. Thank you for asking!

#ask #anon

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I hate the fact that the HOTD writers deny their characters the capacity to take decitions, to want thinks and take actions towards those things, even if they are terrible.

Aemond kills Lucerys by error, not becuase he hated him for taking his eye and had been marinating in resentment and hate for years, and not two scenes ago he was threatening to TAKE AN EYE.

Alicent crowns Aegon because of misconception, not because she's angry and thinks that her son should be the legitimate heir and seize the oportunity, no, it has to be because she thinks is what Viserys would've wanted.

Rhaenyra doesn't want the throne, and then she wants it, and the she doesn't, but she also doesn't want to go to war. They don't even let her order Daemon Vaemond's head!! The don't let her do anything.

Let them be evil, let them be twisted and ambicious and vengeful!!

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Top 10 embarrassing moments

EWAN MITCHELL as Aemond Targaryen in House of the Dragon 1.08

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Me when Michael Gavey is trying to explain math but I’m just there to fuck

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IM SORRY THE LAST COMMENT?? “me when they give yn a backstory…like that’s just an OC babes” UM HOW ELSE ARE WE SUPPOSE TO WRITE FICS WITHOUT A BACKSTORY OR ANY KNOWLEDGE ABOUT THE MAIN CHARACTER?

Let’s use Wattpad x reader fics for example, you quite literally need a backstory for a main character to make sense for literally any character in any genre of media. Some actions are based on past experiences and those experiences make that character who they are, aka BACKSTORY.

And I totally agree that we aren’t writing about you or for you specifically. If you don’t like what we write that you do, then simply don’t read it. Get a grip!!

pov you’re a brain dead fanfic consumer and haven’t got an ounce of imagination

#um ok

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smutty Osferth drabble

Author's Note: Thank you @fatherkoffin for this post, to @liv-cole for adding the amazing gif^^ created by @barbieaemond, and to @poetic-fiasco for making me realize his necklace is a goddamn leash and for beta reading... Your combined efforts created this and had me neglect my other WIPs.💜 Warnings: Osferth x Female!Reader. This is just a smutty drabble filled with religious guilt, voyeurism, masturbation, fingering and grinding goodness. Enjoy!

The sight of you was almost sinful as he watched you pull the cloth from the sudsy basin, following along the length of your arm, your fingers pressing to wipe up the curve and to the back of your neck. Osferh could smell the rosemary and the sage, the lavender and thyme, though it was muted by the wood ash mixture to create the soap.

It still mixed enticingly with the skin that you had bared. The sleeves of your nightdress spilled off the slope of your shoulders, giving view of your dewy cleavage that now air dried.

Osferth swallowed his torment. It was an inviting softness that his eyes could not tear away from, and he felt his blood pumping thick in his veins to below his waist. He shifted, willing himself to pull away and yet…

You had looked back, catching his hooded gaze and the swell of black that now eclipsed the brilliant blue of the priest’s eyes. The red stained his sharp features which made you smile, just the subtle curl of your lips that were silky from the taste of your tongue. You said nothing about his post at the door frame to your sleeping quarters, but instead you turned towards him, ruching your chemise to your hips and spreading your legs for him.

Osferth choked on his breath, now stricken with the vision you made.

His whole life served an atonement for sins that were not his own; his devotion to the Christian God had been decided by the king who would never dare breathe the truth of his relationship to Osferth.

But he managed to find comfort in his circumstance, in the written word ordained. Osferth sought salvation in the repeated mantra of prayers for his faith to continue to grow and that he remained steadfast, selfless, and pure of mind.

This left him in that moment as he watched your fingers dipped between to stroke your bare cunt.

He watched how you blossomed from your own ministrations, how your blood rose to the surface of your skin, and how you glowed in the amber light of the candles lit, your folds glistening with your arousal.

This moment burrowed into his chest and began to split him apart, his desperation replacing the blood of his veins and his heart bruising erratically against his bones beneath. He felt the uncomfortable pressure against the crotch of his slacks that was gratefully hidden beneath his albe.

You beckoned to him with a coy grin and his legs willed him forward. Osferth fell to his knees at the altar you made, tucked between your flushed thighs, welcoming the intimate scent that now fused with you.

He trembled with his touch, his warm palms settling on your knees to hold himself. He released a shuddered breath when your hand reached for his, bringing it to your lips and suckling, your tongue tickling his finger pads before leading them back towards your core.

The red thickened to crimson on his face and his neck as you mewled from his guided touch; your soft words encouraged him, “Osferth, please touch me further,” and your slick now covered his fingers. He tentatively curled his finger within you, a gentle prod to search for your pleasure, and continued when you cried out with the beginning flutter of your velvet walls around his digits.

Osferth could only gape with how your body responded to his touch, how you were flushed, but gleaming and begging for more. You pushed yourself upright, reaching to curl your fingers around the cross resting on his chest, using it to pull him closer. When you pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth, it was met with a choked gasp, the stammered prayers of forgiveness spilling from his lips in response.

This only spurred your actions further. You rolled your hips against his hand, chasing your pleasure, pushing to be closer, to reach beneath his albe and place your palm against his crotch. You could feel his heady warmth through the fabric.

Your legs lifted to knit around his slender waist, pulling him even closer to continue rutting against, coaxing his heavy length to rub against the inside of your thigh.

This effort had your breath become an exchanged shared, with his exhale becoming your inhale, until you both were panting with your building pleasure. He dipped his head into the curve of your neck and your skin rose as his teeth nipped at your pulse.

Your completion rippled through with your sweet sighs, until you were breathless against him. You held onto his broad shoulders to maintain how your hips rolled against his own and Osferth chased after this euphoria.

He felt the heat pooling at his lower back, his own pleasure coiling tight at the base of his spine. It pulled him towards an unknown precipice, something he followed blindly with each thrust against the softness of your body.

And it came with your touch through his sandy locks. He choked on his words, “Oh, God,” that was muffled against your skin, a pitiful moan partnered as his hips stuttered. His release came hot and thick, dampening the layers of his priestly garb.

Osferth welcomed the warmth of your embrace after, your arms and legs wrapping around his slender frame. You enjoyed his weight against you and your fingertips drew soothing patterns on his backside until you felt his heart rate settle once again.

Even then, neither of you dared move.

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loveslibrarywp · 4 months

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Uhmm

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Real

truth is there is not a single ewan mitchell character i would not smash

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"i'm team black" "i'm team green"

well i am neither because i choose my teams with my pussy and not my moral compass

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chronically online and chronically on tumblr are two different things btw

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Act two. Chapter 5 teaser. Salvatore - Aemond Targaryen x niece!OC

Summary: The morning after her first sexual encounter with her betrothed, she finds herself in her bed and feels more aroused than ever with the attractive and naked man beside her.

Warnings: NSFW. P in V sex. Cowgirl position. Tiddy succin. Aemond can’t keep his hands to himself. Praising kink. Creampie. Insest.

Authors note: this chapter will be posted on my wattpad soon but here’s a little teaser!!

Prologue:

Groans and moans from the two bodies filled the chamber and the sound of slapping skin clapped throughout. Nymeria found herself on top of her uncle and riding his cock as he sucked on her breasts. The feeling of the two sensations was wonderful.

“Gods, you’re so good! Right there, Aemond!” She moaned as his hips collided with herself as he fucked up into her. The pace was fast and hard, unlike the night before. Each clap of their hips hit her clit and only added to the glorious feeling.

“Such a beautiful body, my sweet girl.” Aemond released her nipple from his mouth and caressed her body with his hands. He dragged them down from her chest to her waist and then grabbing her hips roughly to help with her movements on my cock.

“What a goddess you’ve become..” he cried softly as his cock throbbed inside of his soon-to-be wife. She smiled at the man beneath her, she pressed her lips to his in a rough yet sensual kiss. Their lips moved in sync as they groaned into each other’s mouths.

She broke apart from the kiss to speed up her pace, her hips practically slamming onto his. He took her thighs into his grasp and kissed on her neck. “I love you! Ñuha Valzȳrys! Avy jorrāelan!” My husband. I love you. She spoke in their foreign language and earned a groan from him when she called him her husband, even though they were yet to be married.

Their peaks both approach quickly, “Avy jorrāelan, ñuha dōna ābrazȳrys.” I love you, my sweet wife. Aemond panted out into her neck. Their moans echoed through the room and probably through the castle.

“-Close!” She gasped as she bounced on her lover’s thick cock. She came all over his cock as he also reached his peak and came into her, filling her with his seed. They both groaned at the feeling, their juices mixing together inside of her.

“Shall we break our fast together, my love? You’ve worked me up quite an appetite..” he laughed at her words as he tucked himself into her neck.

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this is.......this is boyfriend material..........

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Just posted full chapter on my Wattpad!!

Salvatore - Aemond Targaryen x Strong!Niece!OC

Summary: At a young age, Nymeria Velaryon found herself infatuated with her Uncle, Aemond Targaryen. Not knowing how he felt for her, she hid it to protect the friendship they had. Until one day, her mother proposed to betroth the two. The betrothal brought the two closer than ever until she moved away from her beloved Uncle. Years later, she found herself back in Kings Landing and her feelings for Aemond were stronger than ever.

His kisses felt like fire on her skin as his lips pressed against her soft skin. Her back arched against the stone wall as she grasped the bookshelf beside her to support herself. “Aemond…My love..” she gasped out, it was like as if all the air in the room was gone. She felt she was suffocating on the lust and desire she was feeling for her betrothed.

“You are so beautiful, Ñuha dōna riña” my sweet girl. He smiled against her skin as his lips glided down from her neck to her chest. He yanked the collar of her dress down to get a glimpse of her chest. Her dress draped over her shoulder as he pulled its down, her breasts spilling out ever so slightly, giving Aemond an eyeful of her tits in the dull lighting of the library.

He groaned at the glorious sight, his pants feeling tighter than ever. “Please Uncle, touch me…” she whispered and looked up at the tall man through her lashed as she pleaded with him.

“Be patient, Niece.” His eyes filled with desire and his mind thinking of a million ways he could take her right there and then. She whined at his words, which he found himself biting back a smirk, oh how she was so desperate for him, he thought.

“I have been patient, Aemond. For 6 years!” She cried, her hands gripping his tunic. It felt as if he had been teasing her for hours on end, her pussy was dripping in her wetness. He felt bad, they both have been apart for so long, they needed this. So, he gave in.

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Entangled. // Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader x Alys Rivers

MDNI ; reader discretion is advised.

Summary: after so much loss, you had been betrothed and later married off to aemond as a means to put an end to the war, he takes you to harrenhal where you meet his mistress, Alys rivers. What can possibly unfold?

WARNINGS: dubcon (I'm not sure but I'm adding it just to be safe), unprotected sex, p in v sex, slight breeding kink, tiddy sucking, m/f/f, cunnilingus, threesome, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, polygamy(?), witch stuff, aemond x alys, alys x reader, aemond x reader, canon typical incest, war, loss, slight angst, slight fluff, contains spoilers for fire and blood, canon divergence, reader doesn't have a description. + not proofread.

A/N: here's a fic as promised before I leave for 2 weeks due to mid terms! hope you all enjoy it! // divider credit: @cafekitsune

WC: 2.8k

The war was devastating to you and your siblings, having lost both luke and jace, you were terrified for your life as well as your younger sibling's.

You watched as your family fell apart, slowly but surely, all of them ended up dying, leaving you and your younger siblings alone and estranged. The moment you heard your stepfather, daemon's, death; you knew that it was over, there was no more winning anymore.

Especially with Aemond surviving the fight.

Loss, Grief, and Sorrow were emotions you became familiar with.

You had to anyway.

Because with war, there would always be the plague of such pessimistic emotions that would follow, with every news it will only grow stronger.

Alas, the greens ended up winning the war.

And Alicent, as a way to make sure none of this repeats again, has quickly betrothed you to her second son, prince regent, Aemond, while your younger brother Aegon III was betrothed to Jaehaera.

It's not as if you and Aemond were on bad terms before the war, it would rather be described as more… tolerable. Aemond didn't hold any feelings towards you, neither negative nor positive.

Is what you had taught.

Until you found out that halfway through your wedding procession that it was Aemond who proposed the idea of marrying you to him, Alicent had only planned for Aegon and Jaehaera's betrothal.

You exchanged your vows half heartedly, and as soon as the wedding had ended, Aemond wasted no time and immediately whisked you away with him to Harrenhal, which he inherited and resides there to rule rather than at the keep.

You had not spoken a word to him ever since the departure. You did not want to.

Harrenhal looked and felt ominous, everything about it screamed danger, whether it was the rumours about the curses that surrounded this place, or just the overall aesthetics and appearance of it, it scared you.

You knew that it was destroyed and basically melted during Aegon's conquest, but it seemed Aemond had tried his very best to rebuild the place, yet the result was more horrific than it was ‘fixed’ you would've preferred if it had been just left untouched.

Aemond, wanting to go all the way with the formalities, he gave you a tour of the castle, before stopping in front of his chamber, a private residence where only he is allowed, “This is our chamber.” He said.

Ah yes, it also belongs to you now, doesn't it? You are his wife after all. You nodded, not wishing to speak to him, the guard opened the door.

As you both entered inside, there was already a woman who seemed to be waiting, as if she knew you both would be coming. “Aemond, you have returned.” She stood up from her seat, putting the book down, addressing him informally.

Not your grace, my prince or any formal title, just Aemond.

You took note of her appearance, hair as dark as the night sky, eyes that resembled emeralds, donning a valyrian steel necklace.

Alys rivers.

Aemond's mistress.

“Alys, I have not permitted you to enter my chambers.” Aemond speaks calmly, not realising the awkward situation that has occured with you in the room. “Oh come on Aemond, do not be so cold, Is she your wife?” She turned the conversation to you and you wished the ground would swallow you whole because of the tension in the air.

“Yes, she is.” Aemond confirms and she hums, “And you must be his mistress.” You speak, breaking the silence you maintained all throughout, acknowledging her presence, catching her by surprise. “Oh? You're know of me?” she asks and you nod, “How can i not? When there's words of your presence infiltrating every corner of the world, after all, Who could the prince have taken as a mistress after his betrothal to Floris broke?” You question, eyebrows raised, you see Aemond visibly tense, likely feeling the tension now.

“What have you heard of me, Princess?” Alys asks, tilting her head to the side, “That you are very beautiful, eyes that shone brightly like the stars amidst the night sky; that is your hair.” You tell her truthfully making her lips break into a smirk, “And what else?” She doesn't break eye contact, it's your turn to smirk now, “That you must wield powers, which you had used to bewitch the prince.” You watch as her smirk turns into a smile, “What exactly are you implying princess?”

“That you are a witch.” You put implication on the word ‘witch’, Aemond coughs awkwardly and her chuckle breaks the silence and you giggle as well, “And what do you think of it?”

Why was she so curious to know of your opinion?

“Mhm, I cannot speak for everyone, but I do not believe it, I can say that for sure.” You tell her your opinion, “And why is that so?” she asks, “Because- it's just my opinion.” you shrug and she smiles.

“Alys, you can leave now.” Aemond interferes, kicking her out and you give her a smile which she returns as she leaves the chambers. “I apologise.” Aemond expresses his apology. You simply ignore him, not wishing to speak to him.

He sighs in annoyance, “For fucks sake why can't you just talk to me? You were speaking a lot to Alys when she was here.” He breaks his formality and that's when you turn to him, “There you are uncle, I was getting bored with the formality you have shown me, pretending as though nothing happened, that your family did not just kill my family.” You say in anger.

“It's over now.” He says and you scoff, “Over?! What do you mean over?! What about the grief that I carry? The loss of my brothers, my mother, my father??! It's destroying me from the inside out!” You shout and Aemond stands still, looking down as if in regret.

“You are not the only one that has experienced grief.” He murmurs and before you can say anything, he lifts his head up and looks at you in the eyes and you immediately stop yourself from speaking.

That's right.

You aren't the only one that has experienced grief, you suddenly remember helaena and jaehaerys. You bite your lip in thought.

“I'm aware that you have experienced more loss than me, more grief than me, some directly caused by me, but that doesn't mean I'm not a victim of it either.” He sighs, “Either way, there is no use of dwelling over the past, we need to put our differences aside and make this work, you saw what happened. War will only make it worse.”

You hated that he was right.

You watch as he comes closer and you don't move away, he wraps his arms around you, embracing you, it feels so comforting, when was the last time you were held like this? You hug him back, burying your face into him, breathing his scent.

“I, I know this will not solve anything that has happened, or bring your brother back to life, but I apologize, I hope we can put our past behind us.” You hear him speak as you zone out in the comfort of his arms, slowly drifting off to sleep.

Ever since then, you and Aemond had grown closer a bit, trying your best to make everything work, he had bedded you during the days that followed, consummating your marriage. But he still laid with Alys.

You did not mind, because though you had gotten closer, you didn't always want to be around him and Alys helped you greatly with that, keeping him away from you.

You were sitting in the library of Harrenhal, reading on the chaise until you heard the door open and watched as Alys entered the room. “Greetings Princess.” She bows slightly and you raise your eyebrow, “You can drop the formalities Alys, you referring to me formally while being informal with my husband will make it seem like I'm that one mean wife who has forced herself between two star crossed lovers.” You close the book you were reading and she chuckles, “As you wish, Y/N.” she refers to you by your name and you smile. “What is that you require from me?” You ask and she shrugs, “I simply wanted to see you, see how you are doing.” She says and you nod, “Hmm.” you hum.

“Has anyone ever told you that you are delectable?” She suddenly says and you look at her, “I've gotten compliments, yes, but not to that extent.” you tell her honestly and she hums. “Well, you are extremely pretty. Almost makes me want to-” She interrupts herself with a cough and you raise an eyebrow, “Make you want to?” You question, and she looks at you, “Have you for myself.” She says directly to your face, catching you off guard. “Oh?” You smirk, “You wish to steal me from the prince? He might see it as an offence.” you tease and she chuckles, “Maybe.” She smirks and suddenly it feels as if the entire power dynamic has changed. You clear your throat in an attempt to deviate from this conversation and try to start another one.

Encounters like that had become more frequent with Alys, she was being flirty indirectly, she had even done it in front of Aemond to which he didn't bat an eye to.

You had tried your best to remain composed, only to find yourself in a situation you didn't quite expect.

Your legs were held spread open by Alys as she laid behind you, your back against her chest, you could feel the softness of her breasts against your back as she kissed your neck.

You gaze falls on Aemond who was currently undressing, he was taking off his breech which revealed his hard cock, to which he gave a few pumps to ease the tension, “Come on Aemond, don't take way too much time.” Alys coos and Aemond obeys, lining his cock to your cunt, sliding it down your fold, gathering the wetness on his cock and later placing his tip against your entrance.

He then slowly pushes inside, causing you to gasp and grip the sheets below, Alys’ hands travel up to your torso and she grabs your breasts, playing with the nipple as she continues placing kisses on your neck.

Aemond fully sheaths himself inside you, grunting when he feels you clench around him, “Fuck, I love this cunt so much.” He groans before drawing his hips back and pushing forward, thrusting. “I know right? Been wanting to taste it for a while, let me at it when you're done.” Alys replies to him, she turns your face sideways and presses her lips against yours, kissing you.

Aemond's tip prods at the sweet spot located inside of you, causing you let out a loud moan into Alys’ mouth to which she chuckles, one of her hands leave your breasts and go to your cunt, she rubs small circles on your clit, elevating the pleasure you're feeling, and before you know it, your orgasm hits you as you come all over his cock, clenching him, causing him to moan and eventually finish inside you. He pulls out slowly, his cock beginning to soften.

Alys is swift in her movements, moving from behind you to facing you from the front, she pushes you further up the bed before lowering herself down to the level where she is face to face with your cunt, she hums in delight as she watches Aemond's spend ooze out from you.

Her tongue collects some of it before she licks a long stripe up to your clit, before engulfing it completely with her moan, which causes you to throw your head back in place. Your hand flies to her head to grip it, your fingers locked in her tresses. You whimper as she pulls on your clit with her mouth, nibbling it. She travels a little down towards your hole and pushes her tongue inside, fucking you with it, her nose rubbing against your clit.

You watch as as Aemond begins to harden again, he positions himself behind Alys, grabbing her by her hips and lifting her lower body up, You feel Alys moan against your cunt as she feels him enter her, her body rocks back and forth as he thrusts into her, she uses your thighs as a leverage to keep her steady, annoyed by the fact that he's using so much force to the point her face keeps leaving your cunt, her tongue swirls around your clit which causes the band in your stomach to snap, you gasp out her name and she moans into your cunt as she reaches her orgasm, teeth clamping down onto your clit but not too harshly yet enough to cause slight sting. Aemond pulls out before he can finish inside her, finishing on her back.

Why did he not finish inside her?

The thought flies over your head as they swiftly change positions again.

Another round? You're already too overstimulated from the previous pleasure.

Aemond lays down and pulls you on top of him, you lay your hands flat against his chest and balance yourself, he lifts your hips up and lines his cock against your entrance again before sinking you down on it, letting out a groan. “Seven hells, I just can't get used to this cunt no matter how many times I take it.” He grunts, “Sit on my face, Alys.” He looks at her and she smiles, immediately obeying, she faces you and you watch as her cunt hovers right above his mouth before she descends to it, his tongue immediately capturing her sex.

You slowly start moving your hips, causing Aemond to groan against her cunt, one of his hands remains firmly on your hip as the other travels to Alys's thigh, gripping it for leverage.

‘This is what heaven probably feels like’ Aemond thinks.

You bounce up and down his cock, Alys leans towards you to capture your lips into a kiss and you let her, your hands roam all over her body before reaching her breasts, you give a slight squeeze to them, making her breath hitch. She kisses downwards your neck, to your breast before taking your nipple in her mouth.

She suckles on your tit while maintaining eye contact with you, and you can already feel the third orgasm of night beginning to build up. She moans with your breast in her mouth causing pleasant vibrations to shoot up your skin, it seems as if she had reached her peak.

She quickly get off of Aemond's face and he sits up, fully focusing his attention onto you now, pressing a kiss to your lips, you can feel the taste of Alys’ essence on his tongue as he shoves in your mouth, deepening the kiss, he ruts into you at a speedy pace and pulls away from the kiss, to watch your tits bounce up and down as he thrusts upwards.

His mouth descends onto one of them, tongue playing with the bud, flicking it up and down, “I can't wait to see these swell with milk when my seed takes, I bet you'd taste so fucking good.” He growls, biting your nipple making you wince.

And it isn't long before you reach your third orgasm of the night, moaning his name loudly as you finish on his cock, and he once again finishes inside your cunt, filling you up with his seed, painting your walls.

You fall slumped onto his shoulder, exhausted from all the intimate acts you have committed with Aemond and his lover, and practically your lover too now.

He pulls you off him and lays you down next to him gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead, you watch as Alys lays on your stomach, and she turns to press a kiss to your lower abdomen, right where your womb was located and whispers some words which you couldn't make sense of.

She then climbs up further and lays beside you, hugging you close to her chest and Aemond pulls you both into an embrace.

“She'll soon give birth to children that will look like the three of us.” Alys says to Aemond and he hums, “How?” You question, furrowing your eyebrows and she chuckles, “Maybe that being a witch rumour wasn't false after all.” She says and you gasp, “Though, I never really bewitched the prince, I never had to.” She chuckles and leans over to kiss Aemond before falling back to place.

You thought Alys was just bluffing and joking at that time, until you gave birth to twins months later.

Who ended up having features of all three of you, your son, having one emerald green eye and one purple eye with your hair colour, and your daughter with platinum blonde hair with your eye colour and facial features of alys.

You wondered how she'd done it.

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