#AemondTargaryen
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Stress Relieving Purposes
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For @targaryen-dynasty sleepover challenge, again thank you so much!!
Trope is friends with benefits and the AU is College AU. The prompts are 23: “this is a one time thing” and 129: “i can’t hold back anymore”
Summary: Exam week is probably one of the worst things humankind has to experience in college, so you have a brilliant idea for you and your bestfriend; get laid. For that, a study group might help you get closer to those you wanna get with. but fate is always a funny thing
✧Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader
✧Warnings: MDNI 18+, p in v sex, masturbation (m), (kind of?) sex video, car sex, praising kink, degradation kink, dom/sub undertones, oral sex (m receiving),
✧Word Count: 10.5k
✧taglist: @qyburnsghost ✧˖°⊹♡ @cupidelocke ⋆⁺₊⋆
✧Note: I am so happy and excited, because i loved the trope, au and prompt given to me. I spent days thinking how to make it perfect (i wrote like 4 versions of this, lol) and i am proud of the results. Yes, I went insane and wrote exactly 10529 words, but hey, who is counting?
Aemond Targaryen was always an unconventional man. Even so, an unconventional friend. Maybe you spoke too much, always an extrovert, and he was more reserved. You were always admired by many, and he was always repealing the simps.
“Why didn’t you tell me about Aegon’s party?” You ask almost offended by him, as she comes to sit by his side. He rolls his eye as he turns to look at you.
“I thought you were in Epistemology by now”
“I was” you say to him “But do I care? no. I care more for why you didn’t tell me, Cregan Stark was there” You say to him and patting his shoulder as if wanting him to realise the seriousness of the situation. “Cregan Stark!” You repeat in a low tone.
“Maybe that’s why I didn’t tell you...” he says trying to refocus on the paper in front of him, both hands in his temple as he tries to ignore you, yet you appear in his good eye peripheral view.
“Come on, why didn’t you invite me? I thought we were friends” you say looking at him like a wet puppy.
“Do not start-”
“I’ll ask Aegon to do another” you say quickly “He’ll let me go”
“He’ll be the one to try to get in your pants” Aemond says, not looking at you. “And you need someone to present to you to Jace, so he can present Cregan to you. Aegon will do no best than to embarrass you”
You hum, as he knows your intentions well. He was your best friend since the start of college, and you two… worked together. He had your back, and you had his; he heard you ramble about your weekly crush and you heard about the books he read. Of course a friendship between you both was good, as you have managed to get along and become close. Yet, Aemond could not deny the sexual tension sometimes.
As if you didn’t catch him looking at your boobs. As if he didn’t catch you looking at his body in the gym.
“So go with me to convince him” you beg him.
“I am not in mood for parties”
“Because of Alys?” She asks, sighing and rolling her eyes “Get over her, it’s like the twentieth time you two broke up.”
“Seventh time, and it’s not that” he corrects you, turning his head to look at you, and you roll your eyes.
“It is that, I know you” You say looking at him and she takes his right hand and she inspects it “Aha!” You turned his hand to his face “The body of the crime. You have been picking your fingernails” You expose him so easily.
“It was one time, and it is because I have a damn exam Monday that my brain cannot seem to want to study” He says, sighing, and showing you the papers. He looks stressed, like the little eye bags under his eyes tell you enough.
You look at him, and you press your lips together. “Then you need a distraction, like.. Going to a party?”
“Absolutely not” he says, rolling his eyes. “University is for study. Not for parties” He says, looking at you almost scolding you.
“Come on, what did you do when you needed to relieve stress from the last exam season?”
“Alys” he responds with a smirk, which makes you gag. “And things with her that you don’t wanna know.”
“First of all, ew” You say looking at him as you are basically seated on the weirdest position by his side, your elbow resting on the table as you are turned to him, keeping the conversation alive. “Second of all, Alys? Really? You could go to a party and..”
“No parties”
You remain silent a bit as he starts to refocus his attention on his papers, but you can’t just keep quiet, it seems.
“Then get laid”
“I swear to the gods-”
“But think about it!” You say, and you can hear the ´shhh´somewhere in the library, so you sigh “Think about it” You repeat almost in a whisper “Let’s say, I present to you… Floris Baratheon, or anyone else from my friend group. You present me Cregan Stark, and we both get laid. You then, wake up tomorrow with a renewed energy to study to your political philosophy exam, and you get a perfect score as you always did… before her”
“Do you truly think getting laid will help me study? You are so delusional” He shakes his head as he searches for his last essay to have something to study.
“Ouch, rude.” You state “But it will help. She broke your heart!” Your whisper is loud, as if scolding him. “And you are miserable for it, if you don’t believe me, ask your fingers; if they are not too busy bleeding” You add sarcastically.
He squints his eyes at you, and he sighs. You were insufferable, in more than one way. But most of the time, you were right. In an odd and annoying way, you were right. He wasn’t concentrating, at all. No matter how hard he forced himself, it wasn’t working.
“It is clouding your mind. You have to get rid of the problem by root; you either let your frustrations go away, or we just gonna have to kill Alys” You say shrugging.
“Absolutely not.” He says and he rolls his eyes.
He looks at how you really want this, and he sighs. Maybe he could do something that could benefit you both.
“Maybe I could invite them to our study session” He says, almost instantly regretting his choice, but you seem too excited to care.
“Oh… That’s brilliant!” You say excited and you lean to kiss his cheek in excitement, and you lean back.
“I’ll invite Jace, and tell him to bring his friend group. The northerner will be there” He added.
“That is brilliant, truly brilliant” You repeat, and he has to roll his eye at how amazed you seem by his ideas. “We get to study, and then get laid.”
“It’s a study group, not an orgy” He clarifies.
“I know, imbecile. I mean, study… and then after, Cregan and I go to your room…”
“ABSOLUTELY NOT” he clarifies very quickly, and someone also shushes him. “It's going to be in Aegon’s house. I am not risking my own home for people to come, besides, Vhagar hates visits”
“Whatever, it is so exciting!” You say clapping happily as he collects all his papers and books, and the same student at your side tries to shush you again. “I’ll invite Floris and you Cregan”
“You just want to get laid” Aemond says in a sigh.
“You do too” You say, smirking. “For stress relieving purposes”
The thing that Aemond finds annoying, apart from your obnoxious talking, is how indecisive you were sometimes. You would worry and obsess over the smallest details out of control. And it probably bothered him because he was the same.
Much hours later, he was sitting on your bed, as he checked his phone. The photo of him and Alys was still one of the last things in his gallery, and he often looked at it, looking at her smile, at her eyes, and how her hand rested on his leather jacket. He looked happy; as happy as Aemond can look. She has her typical red lipstick, and her hands with the perfect manicure that he liked when scratched his hair.
He sighs, and he bites his lip without knowing what to feel, he hates her, he misses her. But he knows it is for the best to let her go.
“Do not tell me you are looking at her photos” You say on the other side of your dorm, as you apply the last parts of your makeup.
“Can’t I miss her?” He asks you.
“You can, and you will. She was your girlfriend.” The little shrug and how you look away knows you are not teasing him as usual. “You weren’t on the same page”
“How can someone… old can be so… indecisive and not know what they want?”
“Old but immature” You say, rolling your eyes. “I am not one to hate women, you know it is not my style, but I swear, that woman..:”
“I know” He says, turning off his phone, and he turns his head to look at you. “Do you think I'm over that so fast?" he sighs, feeling a little bit of relief as she is serious about the matter. Even if she always teased, she was a good listener when needed. "I don't know what is wrong with me. I miss her, and every time I see a woman I compare them to her" he mutters rubbing his eyes a bit.
“I have been there” You say as you keep applying some blush on your cheek, looking at yourself in the mirror as you keep the conversation flowing. “It is not the end of the world. It sounds mean, but… Nobody died, the world didn’t explode…”
“I know” he murmurs, and he sighs. “But I miss her” he insists.
“Oh, yeah” You roll your eyes as he clearly didn’t hear anything you said at all, turning your head to face him. You smirk almost mischievously as your eyebrows raise a bit “Poor Aemond, missing his sugar mommy”
“She was not my sugar mommy”
“She was the grandma to your Aaron Taylor Joy. The Elvis to your Pricilla, the… Woody Allen to your… I don’t know the name of his stepdaughter.”
Aemond has to laugh at that, because as ridiculous you were, you always made him laugh with your stupid things. It makes him feel better, because he is always serious, and you are so unserious.
“Shut up” he says laughing a bit, and he sighs, feeling slightly better.
“Point is, she is much older and you are much… inexperienced in the field.” You say with a nod “And you are far better not having to live up to her expectations” His hum is the only thing he does, and at least you know he heard you.
“I thought you liked her. When we were together you always were friendly, sharing makeup and stuff” He murmurs.
“I am always going to be a friend of your girlfriends, and a hater when they are your exes.”
You stand up after finishing your makeup, trying to look tidy and clean before the mirror, and you accommodate your hair so it looks fine. It is a bit endearing how you try to look as best as possible, as you reach for perfume before applying it from head to toe.
You look amazing, he has to admit. You wear a green skirt with a black tie front top, very revealing in his opinion, but it was still cute. You even took the time to search for a headband to match it all, which made him chuckle a bit. Even your makeup noted the effort you put into this outfit, and he knew very well what you wanted; to get laid.
“So, I thought that maybe the heels were too much, but these boots are really..”
“We are just going over to study… Wait, are you ovulating?” He asks, looking at the date on his phone, and he looks at you.
“Maybe? Are you asking me that because I wanna get laid?” You say unsure why he asks. “Shut up” you murmur amused at the idea.
He knows you are, for sure. He wasn’t too sure what the effect of ovulation was on women, but for some reason, they were always hotter in those days. At least, you were right now; your figure was well defined, he could even swear your breasts were rounder and firmer. His fingers tap his own thigh as he thinks deep about it, as you ramble about your outfit.
“I can see your ass” He says, looking at you.
“That’s the whole point” You add moving your top a little lower, so your boobs are practically spilling out. “To make him drool for me”
“In a study group…”
“If I like a man, I wanna see him hard just from the sight of me” You clarify as you accommodate your hair.
Aemond is not listening to you. You move slightly as you look in the mirror, and the way you lean to make sure your tits look decent, tempting but not obscene. He has a good view of it, your tits are definitely different. Is it because you are ovulating?
Because you look absolutely gorgeous, showing skin yet it isn’t so indecent. Suggestive? Yes. But it doesn’t make you look bad. It is reasonable. Why do you look so good, though?
“I think I know what is missing” You say as you walk to search for one of your favourite earrings.
As you lean to grab your earring, you quickly put them on and you nod at yourself; you look good. You like it, you feel confident enough to go to a man and flirt.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask, feeling Aemond’s eyes bore into your skin, and you look at his reflection in the mirror, and he looks back at you.
“Like what?” He asks in a raspy tone as he accommodates in the bed, sitting with open legs as he plays with his phone in his hands.
“I don’t know” you shrug. “Is it so bad?”
“Horribly bad” he says, trying to tease you but it sounds strangled and you nod satisfied.
As you finish some touches on your outfit, you look at him and nod, “ I am satisfied with that”
He hums, using his phone once again and seeing the image of Alys that was still there when he unlocked his own phone. She was radiant, of course. She was always so… Convincing. But for now, at least, it isn't her who he lusts after. It feels a bit like a betrayal, even if he wasn’t hers and she wasn’t his anymore. Yet… he does not feel guilty.
“One would say that at the seventh time you would have learned something” You say teasingly, and you are quick to move and grab his phone from your hands. “To delete the pictures”
“Give it back” he says trying to grab his phone, quickly standing up and moving his hands, following yours as you try to dodge his attempts. “It isn’t funny”
“It only hurts you, you look like a wet puppy-”
“I don’t want to let her go”
“You must” you insist and he has both arms at the side of your waist, his hands trying to grab his phone behind your back. “Let me delete them. You clearly can’t”
“No”
“You need it”
“It is the only thing I have left” He insists, a bit defeated by it all, he was stubborn (As you also were)
“Trust me” you say softly, looking at him with your kind eyes. Kinder than his ever were. “Trust me” you repeat looking at him.
He sighs, his body against yours and his arms grabbing your wrists. He lets go of his firm grip, but he doesn’t move. He looks at you, with deep eyes and lost in thought. Maybe too close, for your opinion, since his chest practically presses against yours and his breath hits your own face.
“I don’t want to be here when it happens” he murmurs.
“Wait in the car then” you say looking at him. “I’ll delete most of them. Won’t take me more than five minutes”
“Don’t inscribe me in a essosi gay porn site or something, my mum would kill me if she ever-” he says looking at her with slight worry.
“Go” you insist, taking his phone in his hands.
His lockscreen was a picture of Vhagar, the little grumpy thing frowning as much as a cat can, even if it is adorable it was still just a quick change from the Alys wallpaper.
Aemond is probably the most organised person in your friend group,so when you enter his gallery you see all the carpets with photos.
Alys pops up first, as her name started with the first letter in the alphabet. You look at the photo in the cover of the file, and you roll your eyes at the photo. You press the file and it is all photos of her, some with him, some alone. You press one, of where he seems all smiles and she kisses his cheek, and then you select all of those and you sigh.
It was even hard for you, it felt a bit wrong. But you just press delete all the files, and then all 148 photos and videos are gone. You watch the album disappear and back the rest of the albums.
There was one of you.
You frown a bit confused, and there are a lot of moments with you that he organised. You can see some of the photos of the plates you eat together and you posing at the background, ruining his photos (as you like to call it)
There are some selfies, and some photos of you, totally unaware of his doing, you have to giggle a bit, because probably half of them you looked terribly, but you knew he was a gentleman enough to delete those ones
And there is the video.
You do not recognise what it could be at first, the photo of the preview was oddly just the ceiling and the top of his silver hair. You frown confused, because it was mildly recent and you do not remember a video. Aemond wasn’t a fan of videos either, he preferred the immortality of photos.
You hesitantly press it, and the video starts as Aemond sat on his couch. Was it his apartment? Yes. By his clothes, you knew that he came right after the gym. He was wearing that tight black shirt and his sweatpants.
“Tis’ stupid” he murmurs as he sits, and he sighs. You see how he accommodates the camera on the coffee table in front of the couch, and he takes a bit to get it at the right angle. You don’t understand much, as the angle only shows his lower body part, from his torso to his knees.
Once you understand, he is already lowering his sweatpants to his knees, and he sighs. You freeze in place as his very prominent erection comes to light, almost jumping once free from his pants, and he is quick to grab it with his hands, just taunting it softly.
“I’m really horny” he says and he chuckles a bit, embarrassed, you could tell. He was a bit awkward as he presented his erection to the camera. “For you, really…” He admits in a low murmur.
You really don’t see what happens with his hand off camera, but he then starts to slowly caress his erection. That man, your best friend. And you are paralysed looking at that. As he whimpers and masturbates for a camera, his pale skin from his thighs and abdomen showing, and you could see the ring with dragon scales that he never takes off.
“That’s it” he murmurs in a low tone, almost muffled by the microphone as he leans back on the sofa, showing you more of his chest and part of his chin, as he licks his lips. His hands stroke his cock softly, as you can see his right hand goes down to fondle his balls, as the palm of his left hand moves to the tip of his dick and starts moving around it.
It’s… weird, to say the least. You never saw, or thought about him this way. Okay. Scratch that. You never had entertained the idea of him doing this. The idea that Aemond… could be hot. Of course you knew he was hot, but it was different seeing him masturbate as he whimpers and fucks his hand for a camera. And it was… strange. The pleasure accumulating on your belly as you heard him curse. It felt… betraying. Somehow.
“Fuck, Alys-”
You instantly pause the video at that. The name of her is like a bucket of cold water thrown at you, and you snap back into reality. You can feel your cheeks red, and embarrassment floods your senses. Almost trembling, you close all applications and then sigh.
He must have organised it wrongly. You are sure of that. Maybe he meant to delete it? And accidentally ended on your carpet? Weird, but somehow ended there. He must have not meant it, of course… It wasn’t like a tribute to you, probably meant for Alys, since he obviously moaned her name and talked to the camera as if putting on a show.
Ew. Alys really managed to convince the reserved Aemond Targaryen to do this? You are actually quite intrigued and a bit impressed by her.
Once you enter the car, Aemond is resting his head back on his seat, and he barely opens his eyes to look at you, barely turning his head to watch you.
“And?”
“I successfully did the task. And now you joined the Night’s Watch, so don’t worry about that”
“Ha ha” he says, taking his phone back, without more suspicion he just puts it in his pocket. You blink a bit looking at his arms and his lap, and you turn your head to the road.
You two stand in silence as the short drive to Aegon’s apartment, and since Aemond gets brother’s privileges, he totally uses Aegon’s parking spot.
“And his car?” You ask, confused as he parks in the place that clearly has an ‘22F’ and not the one for visits.
“You think that he still has a car? He probably already crashed it while drunk”
“To be fair, I didn’t know what I expected” you shrugged “And I suppose that his career…”
“Yep. He dropped out of Graphic design.” Aemond says without much care, since everyone was used to Aegon just dropping out of college each week. He turned off the engine and looked at you. “So… Cregan Stark”
“Yes, Cregan Stark” you say, as it is your main goal for tonight.
“What is your plan?” He asks leaving the keys in his pocket as he turns to look at you still, the car was off but you two stayed there.
“Well, I go there and I greet him”
“Uh huh…”
“No, no, your nephew. Yeah, so you present me to Jace. And you ask him to present me to Cregan”
“But… what about the impressions?” He looks at you expectantly “You don’t want to be the weird friend from my best friend’s uncle”
“Well, I can’t just… go there and throw myself at him.”
“Okay” He says resting his hands on his thighs, and he taps them “Pretend I am Cregan”
“That is so lame…”
“We did that when I wanted to talk to Alys, remember that you pretended to be her?” He says with a smirk, and he looks at you with a nod.
“Look where it got us” You murmur and he rolls his eyes “Fine, okay, I’ll… stay there”
You step out of the car and sigh. Luckily, there was no one else in the parking lot to judge your weird tradition. You play with the door handle and pretend that you are truly going to talk to Cregan Stark.
“Hey” You say sitting and looking at him.
“Hey” Cregan would say. You move your hair a bit and you smile a bit.
You present yourself and extend your hand, and Cregan would shake it. He was surely very polite, you both knew. So you continue.
“I just saw you from afar and wanted to talk to you” You start saying, as your fingers play with the edge of your skirt as you look at your lap. “Like, outside from the study session, of course…”
“You have to look at him” Aemond murmurs, stepping out of character.
Right. “You surely have seen me in some of Jace’s parties, and in some classes” You add.
“Oh, yeah. I remember his Sevenmas party” Cregan would say, and crossing his arms.
“Yeah! You remember…” Your voice is more light, and you would look at Cregan. “I had a good first impression from you”
“From accidentally throwing Jace’s Sevenmas tree downstairs?” Aemond Cregan would laugh, and you laugh a bit as he leans back on his seat, his hands in his pockets. He is attractive, and you press your thighs together as you accommodate in your seat as well, your body turning to face him even more as your attraction increases.
“It was a bit funny, but it wasn’t… It was a human mistake. I thought it was cute” You say with a thin smile.
“You helped to clean that mess, if I recall” He would point out.
You nod. Even if the real Cregan doesn’t know that, because he was not aware of what happened after he threw it, since he was very much intoxicated and they took him to another room. Aemond and you helped Jace to clean the place.
“I assure you it was nothing.” You insist “I saw you in the campus another times, and I never had the courage to get closer to you”
“Oh, why is that?”
“Well… You don’t…” You hesitate to open your feelings, but fuck it. “You don’t seem the type of men that like girls like me”
“Girls like you?”
You nod and smile a bit embarrassed, looking down at your lap. “Well, You are obviously out of my league”
“I wouldn’t say so” His voice hesitates.
“I would. You are like a superstar in College. I am not.” You shrug a bit, and hum in deep thought.
“Maybe” Cregan would say “Doesn’t feel like it”
“You surely are after pretty girls, like… Cassandra Baratheon or.. Elinor Massey”
“I am looking at a pretty girl” His hand reaches yours, and you look up. His hand is warm, much bigger than yours and very comforting as he squeezes your a bit. Not Cregan, but Aemond. “What makes you think that I don’t like you?”
You blink, a bit unsure. “I…”
“Because I certainly like you very much” Aemond goes on, smiling very subtly, but it was very alluring to you, and his thumb caressed the back of your hand. “You certainly are a beautiful woman. Who wouldn’t want you?” He asks, leaning a bit closer to you and you look a bit hesitant.
“You must be jesting with me” You add, trying to remain confident, but Aemond was doing his doings.
“I certainly am not”
“Then I must insist on kissing you” You add reincorporating and also leaning close to him. “It would be a waste if not…”
Aemond smirks, and his breath hits your face. You knew that he smoked as he waited for you when you deleted his photos, because he smells like cigarettes. You look at his face, his eye looking at your lips and then at your eyes briefly. You both look at each other as your breath and his are practically merging.
“Isn’t it logical?” You murmur, looking at his eyes, and tauntingly you move your chin closer.
You would kiss him right here and now. You remember the video, how you could see his pretty lips and the whimpers that came out of it. How his big and firm hand caressed his cock, up and down and how his abdomen tightened thanks to it. How his balls seem so full and ready to cum…
He smirks. “It sounds like it…”
His phone rings.
You two separated, breaking off the fantasy of it. You sit paralysed in your seat, looking at the other cars parked horrified.
It was your best friend. Yes,you knew he was hot, you knew he was attractive and you certainly know how perfect his cock is, in more than one way. But we are talking about your Aemond. The one who wiped your tears away and the one who would pass book summaries for classes, and his notes for shared classes when you fell asleep.
“Aegon wants me to… uh, buy something…” He says, a bit awkward as well, as he doesn’t look at you, but just assumes you are hearing. “So… I’ll go, you can go up and wait there, yeah..”
Once you step out, you would hope for something else, but he just closes the door as you step out and he leaves in his car.
Other times he would give you Aegon’s house keys, for you to enter normally and do whatever you wanted, since you get brother’s best friend privileges. And Aegon never denied you hanging in his house.
So that is how you find yourself in the middle of the room with a terrified look as you look at the group of people seated in Aegon's living room.
“Hey, Aemond’s shadow” Aegon teases you as he stands up from the couches, and you look at him, a bit embarrassed since all of Jace friend’s
“M’not his shadow” You say trying to defend your image in front of the group.
“You definitely are” He says amused “Nothing to be ashamed of, darling”
“Oh, shush” you say hitting his shoulder “Have you started studying, anyways?” You ask him curiously.
“He told me you wanted to meet Cregan Stark” He whispers close to you, almost too nonchalantly to your taste.
“What, but… b-but Aegon, you’ll embarrass me!” You whisper in panic, as he drags you along, but he shakes his head.
“Aemond told me all ‘bout it. Don’t worry, you’ll be fucking him before you realise it. I’ll even let you fuck in my bedroom” he whispers in your ear before practically pushing you into the living room.
You frown a bit disgusted at the idea, and you hit his shoulder again. He could be very charming and fun, but you knew Aegon and his weird fixations. Who knew, maybe he even had a camera in his bedroom and you certainly didn’t want him to see that.
That reminds you of Aemond’s video. Gods be good, you say as you have to blush a bit at the memory.
“Here she is” Aegon says amused, and you tense your shoulders. Jace greets his uncle and you look at Cregan more shyly than you anticipated.“You sure met this lovely shy flower?”
You cringe at how he presents you, this is exactly why you wanted Aemond to do this job.
“Oh, yeah, yeah you helped me clean my Sevenmas tree when Cregan threw it downstairs” Jace recognizes you and you nod, giggling.
“Yep, it was me”
“Ugh that was so embarrassing” Cregan groans and you laugh a bit.
“it wasn’t as terrible as you think” you shrug.
“You just broke the millennial seven pointed star from my great great great… great great great grandfather Jaehaerys” Jace says, mocking him.
“I’m pretty sure you exaggerated the ‘great great great’ grandfather part”
“It is old as fuck” Aegon confirms with a nod.
“You wouldn’t know a relic even if it was in front of you” Sara mocks him. Aegon rolls his eyes as he goes to open the door of his house, since his other cousin, Baela also was invited.
“Oh, this is Sara, my sister” Cregan takes advantage of Aegon’s disappearance and introduces her to you, and you introduce yourself to her with a smile.
“Lovely name” she says smiling to you.
“She is my uncle’s best friend” Jace adds and Sara knows in acknowledgement, she then looks at both and asks.
“Which one, the hot one or the other?”
“The hot one” you respond with a confident nod.
“The other one” Jace contradicts you and you both look at each other blinking.
“Ohhh” Sara says a bit confused, amusedly as she looks between you both.
“Wait, you find Aegon hot?” You ask to Jace with a face frown
“Handsome in comparison” He clarifies making room for his dignity “And you find Aemond hot?”
“In comparison” You reply back with the same words. “He is my best friend”
Once you are all together, you think how silly this is. Studying together, how an awful excuse to get closer to Cregan. Aemond comes in some minutes later, sitting by your side on the couch. He doesn’t talk much as he takes out his books and notes.
“Floris, you came” you say as she was the only stranger in the group, and you make a space between Aemond and you, after all, you were playing cupid too. “Sit here!”
The thing with study groups is that everyone is on a different boat. You didn’t have many complaints, you have the same class but on other days, so you just swallow information as Aemond, Jace, Baela and Cregan are the ones more interested in the concepts since their exam is earlier than yours.
You watch Cregan speak, and how he is a bit wrong in central ideas, which Aemond is quick to point out, but you try to correct him smoothly and without making him feel useless.
At one point, you all agree to give up and ask for a pizza in the break, and after it to keep study (That’s what all study groups say before doing the opposite)
In the break, you can hear how Aegon, Baela, Jace and Sara are in the kitchen. Fighting with Aegon as he makes the call for the pizza, screaming at him how they do not want any pineapple on it. Floris has gone to the bathroom, and Cregan went to the balcony to smoke in peace.
You look helplessly as he leaves, and soon Aemond is talking to you.
“And?” he asks curiously, looking at where Cregan disappeared.
“He hates me” You tell him, looking at him with a sigh “He clearly has no interest in me, I didn’t know what I expected”
“I told you Aegon would fuck thing up” You roll your eyes and cross your arms.
“It is not fucked up” You add, stubbornly. “I still have a secret weapon”
“Showing him your tits doesn’t qualify as a secret weapon”
You hum in annoyance and decide to subtly change the subject “And Floris?”
“Too… perfect” He murmurs, not looking at you “I should go back to her.”
You look at him incredulously and hit his chest “Too perfect?” You ask with a snark “Just… hook up. She wants to” You shrug and pat his back
“Fine. I’ll hook up with her. Do not ask for a ride, because I’ll be busy”
“Hopefully, I will too” You say, excited at the idea “I'll be with him. Can you handle me a fag?” You ask.
“You don’t smoke” He says incredulously at the idea that you would fake smoking for a man.
“Ugh, fine, I’ll have to ask Cregan, how bad” you say mockingly as you stand up with a smile and walk to the balcony to open it.
Cregan is there and he turns to look at you. He acknowledges you with a nod, and you smile shyly as you close the sliding door.
“Hey. Care to share with a poor lady?” You say
He chuckles and handles you the cigarette, now minding to look at you as he leans on the balcony to look below at the ground. You put the cigarette in your mouth and before you can cough, you throw the air out. A pathetic attempt, but Cregan was not watching you anyways.
“I thought.. I thought you went to Winterfell’s Uni” you say looking at him, leaning on the balcony too as you pass the fag back to him. “Since, well, your family basically founded the institution”
“Oh, yeah, yeah” He says in a raspy tone as he scratches his beard a bit, crossing arms as he leans against the balcony to face inside of the flat, watching how Floris comes back from the bathroom. “But, Jace did two semesters there, and so as his best mate, it’s my turn to do the semesters… here” Cregan says with a nod.
“Oooh, how fancy” You say without really knowing what to say. With Aemond it had been easier, you just talked to him and flirted with him naturally (Because he was just acting as Crean, no other reason), but with the real Cregan it was awkward. “And… ehm, do you like it here?”
It was painfully and horribly awkward. You were tense, and more than attracted to him, you looked terrified.
“Yeah, yeah, College is fine, I guess” He shrugs, not really immersed in the talk as he smokes looking at the inside of Aegon’s flat.
“We… We actually share another class” You dare to speak again “Logical thinking, Wednesdays in the morning” you say looking at him with a bright smile.
“Does he always look at you like that?” He asks, pointing at the living room with his cigarette, before smoking another puff.
You turn your head to look where he pointed out, and you blink a bit. Aemond looks at you as Floris Baratheon is talking to him, she wears a pretty floral yellow dress and her long dark hair is loose. Floris has always been as beautiful as kind, and you know she has been interested in Aemond long enough. Not a crush, you’d say, maybe for a hookup.
“He is just looking after me” You clarify looking back at Cregan.
“Hm” he says, the cigarette on his lips, he lets out the smoke.
Cregan either didn’t care about Aemond, or he just ignored him, as he passed his cigarette to you, not looking if you properly smoked it.
“Thank you, you didn’t have to” You say smiling to him, and you hear how Jace and Aegon talk about drinking some vodka or tequila to ‘suppress the stress in the room’
“It was no problem” He says, with a chuckle looking inside again “You like vodka?”
“A little too strong for me” You say with a laugh.
“Oh” He says looking at you “Well, in the North you can buy one basically in every corner. More when it is Winter”
You blink a bit, and you nod. Did you just fucked up? Because you remember how offended Aemond was when you told him Dragons weren’t that cool. Maybe it was the same for Cregan… You look at him, and he is inside once again, not really minding at you.
“I am sure in the north it is more tasty” You try to save the situation, and you briefly look at where Floris is, but not at the sight of Aemond. “Which is your favourite flav-”
“Do you know Alysanne Blackwood?” He asks suddenly, and your cheeks burn due to that.
“Oh?” You ask confused.
“I do not mean to be rude” He adds, looking at you “You are a lovely lady, but you see.. I am after another girl. Like Jace’s uncle is after you”
“Aegon is not-”
“The other” He says as if it was obvious. “And I have been wanting to get with Alysanne for a long time, do you know about her business with Frey's girlfriend?”
You blink confused at him, and you shake your head slowly.
“No, not really…”
“Oh, a pity. Jace and I have been dying to know about it, to know if she is single, I mean. And if she is interested in men as she is to women..” From the start of the conversation, this is the most he has talked about. And it didn’t involve you. But his crush who he was after.
“I am pretty sure that…” You say looking at your hands, a bit nervous “That Oscar Tully must know, he is into gossip and-”
“Thank you” Cregan says smiling to you, before patting your shoulder and leaving you alone at the balcony, as Jace calls his name from inside to decide between vodka or tequila. You remain confused, ashamed and a bit awkward.
You walk inside to spot Floris once again. She has a juice glass on her hand and she is talking to Baela, both sitting on the couch, but you didn’t see Aemond.
“Hey, Flo” You say, patting her shoulder, and she smiles as you join them. “Have you seen Aemond?”
“Aemond?” She asks with a laugh, and she shakes her head “He wasn’t that interested in me, y’know, like I even offered to go to one of Aegon’s rooms, but he wasn’t in the mood.” She shrugs nonchalant, because that was Floris, she never made a deal if things didn’t end up happening.
“Oh” You say, a bit confused. He said he was going to go with her. “And he didn’t say..?”
“Nope” She shrugs “Maybe Aegon knows”
“If he is not too busy fighting with Jace about the drinks. Thanks”
As you pull Aegon aside, you can see how Jace and Cregan take out the vodka drink from Aegon’s collection and they offer it to everyone (Which is only the other three girls, but it was a majority)
“No idea. He said he was going to go to the gym, but I don’t think so. He took his cigarettes, so probably smoking” Aegon shrugs, as he makes himself a drink with tequila (You are very sure he got the measures wrong, because no drink has that much whisky) “Maybe he is in his car, texting Alys like the sad meow meow he claims to be”
You roll your eyes, but you thank him. You leave the apartment, in a different way you thought you would be leaving. Hopefully, with Cregan it was your bet. Now, it was all alone and in search of Aemond.
Once the lift leaves you on the parking floor, you walk a bit to encounter Aemond, his back leaning against the copilot's seat by his car, his phone on his right hand and a cigarette in his mouth. He doesn’t look like someone who was at a party, less someone who seems to be having fun.
“Hey” You say softly, finally speaking in a normal tone after so much noise.
Aemond looks up, frowning to see you in front of him like a wet puppy. “What are you doing here? And Cregan?”
You sigh, and you look at the ground. You tried, so hard. You did all kinds of juggling, for nothing. He wasn’t even interested in you, the whole time.
“Hey” He says as he throws his cigarette to step on it, and he saves his phone from his pocket, two steps and his arms are all around you, hugging you safely in his chest as his chin is in the top of your head. “It’s okay, it’s okay..” He says soothingly, rubbing your back as if he knew you would cry.
And you normally wouldn’t truly, but his soothing actions and caring nature makes you a bit more vulnerable than usual. Not crying, but you feel more disappointed as he tries to make it better.
“He is an asshole, you will get over him..” He says softly “It’s fine, do not…, I’m sorry” He says rubbing your back
“Tis not your fault” You murmur as you lean your head on his chest.
“I should’ve been the one to pair you with him, not leave Aegon to it”
“It would have gone horribly anyways.” You say, passing your arms in his waist to hug him back. It was nice to have him close and hugging you. “He is just… Not interested in me” You add, a bit frustrated. “Because I apparently suck and am the most boring girl ever”
“You are not” He says sternly, moving a bit back to look at you, and you look up at him “You don’t say that, you are…” He looks at your face, as if finding words as he tries to remember each tiniest detail of your expression; how your eyes look up to him, how your mouth is like a pout, and how your cheeks are a slight shade of pink. “You are incredibly amazing.”
You look at him for a moment, both of your faces so close and you look at his lips. He was so charmingly handsome, and the way he comforts you makes you feel secure enough to gain some confidence. And for him… he couldn’t bear it any longer, he can’t physically hold back.
The kiss you two share is maybe purely impulsive, or maybe it is the consequence of a long shared tension between you both. But at the moment, neither of you pay any mind to the fact.
In his arms, he has caged you and his hair briefly falls,touching the sides of your face and some of your cleavage. You squeeze him a bit in your embrace, kissing him back eagerly and it is slow, passionate and something that it was obviously longed for.
Aemond moves your hair to take it in his hands, his fist grabbing a handful of your hair as he moves his arms away from the hug, now holding you to stay as he deepens the kiss and his (and your) desire grow and grow.
Maybe you both didn’t want to stop the kiss not to face the consequences, how kissing a friend would potentially ruin your friendship, and nothing will ever be the same. You certainly don’t want the after talk about it afterwards.
“Mhm” Aemond says as you both separate. “This is much better, Yeah?” He says nuzzling his nose in your cheek as his voice is like soft silk. You were a bit confused of this all, of this weird way of comforting you. “You made sure to look so beautiful for a useless boy, mhm? Cregan Stark cannot call himself a man when he cannot appreciate a pretty girl like you.” He says softly, his hands caressing your back, and going down to the lower of your back, where your naked skin shows.
You are a bit confused, still leaning to his affections because damn if they aren’t nice. Your body practically craves it, part as to why you were so looking forward to getting laid.
“Aemond, we…”
“Shh, I know…” he murmurs as he leans to leave a little kiss on your neck. “But… we had a goal for tonight, hm? Didn’t we?” His tone is soothing, almost hypnotic. “It could do good for us” He adds softly, moving your hair to plant another kiss on your neck.
“We… we are best friends…” You say, a bit worried about ruining it. There was a clear difference between platonic and other feelings, romantic or sexual. And as clear as it came, it was also very thin.
“This is only a one time thing…” He murmurs, his hand still caressing your back and waist. His head slowly rises from your neck to look at you with his eye full of lust and starving desire. “For stress relieving purposes, yeah?”
You are convinced by his words, because Aemond could always be convincing enough. You knew that, but you also knew that you longed for him. It was as if all the day was aimed up to this moment; the video, the small tease in the car and now this kiss.
You quickly realise that you want him, as much as he seems to want you. At the same time, you both need it. Alys, Cregan, the exams and all had you on your nerves. It was like walking in eggshells around the other, because your body and mind couldn't take a break after one thing, because in fact, life never waits for you to recover, just goes on and you are expected to go along on or get lost in the way.
“Yeah. yeah, fuck me” You murmur in his lips as now it is you who kisses him back, pressing boldly your body to his, as your hands move away the hair from his face. He still smells like cigarettes, and his scent is masculine, maybe the new cologne that he bought a few weeks ago. The way that he grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him was almost desperate, almost as if he never wanted this to end. He is craving it, he is starved.
He basically handles your body to the copilot’s seat, pushing it all the way back and lowering the backrest a bit lower, but not too much. He sits on it and practically drags you to his lap as he desires, closing the door behind you. You have to lower your head a bit, but he takes no time in passing his hands under your shirt and all the way in your back.
“You are not wearing a bra” he notes looking at you raising his eyebrows.
“Doesn’t the building’s parking lot have cameras?” You ask looking out the windows.
“Answer me” He says, looking at you. “You are not wearing a bra”
“No. The shirt is a bit tight on the chest area, it basically is like a push-up..” You murmur looking the other way “Are you sure that there aren’t any…?”
“I don’t care” He murmurs, his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulls you against his chest, as he kisses and nibbles your neck. “I hope they do. We could have a sextape of this moment” He says smiling as he moves lower to your collarbone.
“Aemond!” You say a bit flustered, and his hot kisses feel so good in your skin, and you move your hands to grab his hair.
“You make me so hard, I cannot hold back anymore” He says desperately, moving your chin to share another kiss between you both. You were as desperate as him, but you were more subtle, he thinks, because he knows you well.
He knew that you were cautious, following his lead. You might be confused, and a bit hesitant to ruin your friendship with him. But not doing this probably will do, he is sure of that.
He takes your hand and moves it to the bulge on his black pants, and you look down. Gods, even when clothed, his cock was huge. You had seen it in video, but touching it and looking at it, made you drool. You looked at him, and he was staring at your eyes, pink cheeks as he looked flustered.
“You make me so hard” he murmurs, looking at you “So, so hard. Your slutty green skirt, and that shirt that barely hides your tits, Gods woman, you were right, you could make any man drool for you” he says moving the hair out of your face.
“I wanna suck you” you murmur, your eyes hesitant and almost innocently looking at him. Fuck, he could cum just at those words coming out of your mouth.
You accommodate as you can in the floor of the car, a bit awkward and your upper body forcefully is forward, right at the height of his cock. You look up at him as you unbuckle his belt, the little metallic sound makes your pussy more wet, as Aemond looks at you almost amazed.
He lifts his hips as you lower his pants and underwear, his dick jumping free, standing fully hard and leaking a bit of precum at the tip, which is a little red and it is a bit swollen. It was better in person.
You lean a bit, as you spit on the head of his cock, and pass your hand through it, as Aemond lets a low “Fuck” as his hips tense and hesitates, as if he was holding back.
“Cregan Stark doesn’t deserve you” He says as your hand goes up and down on his cock, and you look up to him. He likes it, how powerless and innocent you look sitting between his legs and stroking his hard cock. It makes his ball tighten more. “Look at you, a needy girl for a cock” He says moving his hand to caress your cheek, and his thumb caresses your lower lip.
Your lips encircle around his thumb, and suckle just a little bit, as your hand keeps stroking his dick, slowly but firmly. Your pussy is aching with need, one of your hands barely touches your pussy over your panties, and you melt a bit as you suckle his thumb.
“I love your cock” You admit, looking at him with needy eyes, and he knows your words are sincere. “Tis better in real life”
Aemond frowns as he tilts his head, confused as to what you mean. “Hm?”
You don’t respond, as you stroke it and move to leave little kitten licks in the top, but he moves your chin away, as you forcefully try to get back to sucking his dick.
“No, tell me what you meant” His voice is like one when scolding a child, but you shake your head, trying to get your way. “Don’t be a brat”
“I saw it before” you say, moving his hand away, and he doesn’t make it go back. “In a video, earlier. It was in your gallery”
He realises what you mean, and he slaps your face slightly with his right hand. It wasn’t harsh, but you realise two things. The power this man had over you, and how much you liked that fact.
“Needy whore” he murmurs, looking at you, and you almost whine as he slaps your hand away from his cock. “It was not meant for you to see”
“It was on the carpet with my name!” You say to him.
“You touched yourself while seeing that video, hm?” He asks, leaning a bit, sitting back as his face is over yours. You almost whine again. “Your pussy was always so needy for my cock, hm? You couldn’t even get closer to Cregan tonight. If he was the one fucking you right now as you slutty brain wanted, you would still be thinking of my cock”
You lick your lips as his eyes are penetrating on yours, and you don't respond to his words. It may be a harsh truth, but how it turned you on.
“Little needy thing you are” He murmurs, leaning back again so he can rest against the back of the seat. He takes his dick on his hands, and smirks mischievously as he slaps it on your check. “Needy for this? This is what you want?” He mocks you as he slaps his cock in your cheek and closer to his mouth.
“Yes” you murmur blushing and trying to lick it as he does so, and he lets a shake breath at your naughty action.
“Open your mouth”
He grabs your hair again in his fist, the same hair he saw you so dedicatedly to make sure it was perfect, and he lowers your head to suck him off. Your throat takes his cock as he bobs your head, moaning breathlessly as he uses your mouth for his pleasure.
And you love it. His hips start to lowly thrust in your mouth, abusing your throat as he looks down at you. You looked so hot, so perfect. He didn’t know how you two didn’t do this before.
“Yeah, just like that” he murmurs fucking your throat before he lets you breathe a bit after so much time without air. You feel as if those minutes were barely seconds as you sucked his dick. “Come here. Take off your panties”
You don’t have to be told twice.
He lifts up the end of your skirt, as he holds your waist a bit. He looks at you, and his thumb moves to clean the drool in your chin.
“There is… there is a condom behind you” he murmurs and you tilt your head “there are condoms in the glove compartment”
You frown, but you take one off, and Aemond is the one to put it on himself, while you watch “How optimistic to save condoms there” you say smirking a bit.
“Oh shut up. Look, it serves for something now” he says smiling as his hand caresses your thigh. “I will prep you” he murmurs, moving his fingers closer to your centre.
“No” You stop his hand and you look at him. He frowns, and of course you want his fingers on your pussy. “I want your cock better”
Now he doesn’t have to be told twice.
You two accommodate as you can, he helps you lower your hips in his cock, and you hold from anywhere you can, really. The sting is pleasurable, and you don’t mind it, not when Aemond has you so wet and aching for this. His hard cock fills you slowly, but it was so pleasurable feeling how it opens you to take it.
“I don’t think this will work” you murmur, and he opens his eye to look at you.
“What…?”
“I cannot… My head hits the ceiling” You say as you have to lean your head to the side to sit properly on his lap. He looks at you, and he chuckles amused. “It is not funny”
“It is!” He argues back, laughing as his hands rest on your thighs, and you slap his chest playfully. “Come here, I’ll manage” he promises.
You sigh amused and you lean forward, pressing your chest to his as he wraps his arms around your waist. You pass your hands to his shoulders and look at his face that is so close to yours.
“Now, it is more comfortable?”
“Yeah” you say looking at him “But I also feel watched, since I can see the window by our side”
“Gods, woman” he says playfully slapping your ass, which makes you jump “Just ride the dick”
It was your Aemond. You know, because you don’t think you have ever been so comfortable having sex. It was natural, and you didn’t feel judged by him. He was your best friend,
Your hips go up and down on his cock, and your little moans are right in his left ear, delighting him as your pussy stretches as you ride him. Your moans are more like sobs, and his hands go over to your ass to help you lower yourself on his cock.
One of his hands moves to the knot in front of your tie front top, and he grabs one end and once it is open, he moves his mouth to eagerly suck on your tits.
“Aemond” Your whimpers come as he starts nibbling on them, and your moans are more desperate, and your cunt squeezes his cock harder.
His hands go back to your ass, and he spanks you as you let a little whine in full pleasure. He made sure to stimulate you whenever he can, and he is succeeding.
“You are a needy slut” he murmurs looking up to you, and you nod.
“Yeah, yeah, please…”
“Only for my cock” he adds, and he slaps your ass again, forcing your hip to stay still on his lap “Not Cregan” he adds “Not anyone”
“Aemond” you whine, winning another spank.
Now his hips start to thrust in you, making you whine and moan again, your body limp as you lay atop of his chest. He always knew you were a pillow princess.
“Who is making you feel this good?” His voice is a grunt, as he moves his hips up and pulls you down to meet his thrusts.
“You” you moan, and he groans as your pussy feels so warm, and perfect.
“And who am I?”
You hesitate to answer the philosophical question, unsure what his point was.
“Who am I to you?” He asks again.
“M-My best friend” you answer as he spanks you once again, the slap stings in your ass, moaning as your head rests on his shoulder, moaning right on his ear.
“Yeah, yeah, your best friend is making you cum, hm?” He says smugly, as he moans a bit more.
Again, hearing him moan and whimper on a video is one thing, but in real life…
“Fuck, fuck…” He says as he starts to feel close, his head leaning back in the seat and he turns his head to his left to look at you, your face on his shoulder and your left hand grips on his right shoulder.
“I am going to cum” you say almost submissively, he finds it so hot.
“I know” he says equally without breath.
“You make me feel so good” you say, your breath hits his face as he does the same on yours.
“You do too. So good, so perfect. You are nothing less but” He starts to ramble a bit, and you whimper as you press your forehead on his shoulder, looking down a bit to see how his dick fucks you.
As you cum, moaning loudly, and your forehead almost nuzzling on his shoulder, he feels his balls tightening more and more, slapping your ass a few times more as you whine from it. Your body is almost limp, and you creaming on his cock has to be one of the best feelings ever.
His cum comes hard and intensely, just as Aemond was overall. You wish there wasn’t a condom in between, but it was equally as good. You look at his profile as his mouth opens as he cums, his eyes closing shut as he spends on the condom.
You two fall into silence, still against each other, sweating and tired. The windows were all soggy and you giggle a bit without breath, at how insane this is.
“What are you laughing about?”
“Nothing” you say.
“Little minx” he says smiling as he looks at your face.
“So, are you more clear of mind to study?”
“I am so going to fail that damn exam” he says with a chuckle, as he looks in front of him and moves some wet hairs out of his face. “Going to be thinking of your pussy all test”
You have to chuckle a bit, and you sigh. “Mm. Maybe.” You say with a smirk.
“But… if we go back to my place, and I fuck you properly on my bed, as you read to me all the concepts, I might pass the test”
You sit straight up, and slap his chest playfully. “Fine, but only because you are so stressed” you say mockingly and he nods, as if he was miserable due to it.
“So, so stressed. How lucky I have my best friend to help me with that”
#aemond targaryen fanfic#aemond targaryen fanfiction#aemond x reader#aemond targaryen x reader smut#aemond modern au#house of the dragon#aemond smut#hotd fanfic#aemond targaryen x you#aemondtargaryen#aemond targaryen#ewan nation#aemond the kinslayer#hotd#prince aemond#modern aemond targaryen#aemond targaryen smut#aemond targaryen x reader#modern aemond targaryen x reader#modern aemond#sleepover challenge
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Tom Glynn-Carney and Ewan Mitchell - Recent House of the Dragon Post / Reaction Video
#tomglynncarney#tom glynn-carney#ewanmitchell#ewan mitchell#aegontargaryen#aegontargaryenII#aegon#aegonII#aegon targaryen#aegon II#aemondtargaryen#aemond targaryen#aemond#aemond one eye#houseofthedragon#house of the dragon#hotd#hotds2#tom#teamgreen#team green
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Breaking the fourth wall...
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older! lucemond inspired by the dance scene in interview with the vampire. + onesided jaceluke (PS. they fucked after this)
#lucemond#Aemond#AemondTargaryen#Lucerys#LucerysVelaryon#hotd#HouseOfTheDragon#fanart#ASOIAF#jaceluke
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- P O V
You're both at a party and Ewan goes for a kiss after taunting you
( you head to an empty bedroom afterwards )
#ewan is so hot#ewan mitchell#targaryen#house of the dragon#aemond targaryen#aemondtargaryen#the one eyed prince#the dance of the dragons#hotd season 1#hotd season 2#pov
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Helloooo
These are two pages part of an adorable HOUSE of the Dragon fanfiction named 'The Golden' written by @presidenthades
You can read her Fanfiction here ---> https://archiveofourown.org/works/50191603/chapters/126761284
#art#artist#illustration#sketch#fanart#fun#fantasy#house of the dragon#aegon the elder#aegon x oc#aegontargaryen#aegon ii targaryen#house velaryon#teamgreen#teamblack#rhaenyratargaryen#aemondtargaryen#baby#love#funny#houseofthedragon
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“The past is already written. The ink is dry.”
Aemond Targaryen died in the Battle of Gods Eye, history proclaimed thus.
However, when Aemond Targaryen inexplicably drew breath once more, hundred-and-seventy years had passed since the dragons danced.
He has no dragon, no army, no family, and no throne. Only a bastard girl by the name of Alayne Stone and a dragondream to guide him.
witchcraft in your lips by slaymond
#sansa x aemond fic#Sansa x Aemond#Aemond x Sansa#Sansa Stark#Aemond Targaryen#aemondsa#firesteel#sansastarkedit#aemondtargaryenedit#gotedit#asoiafedit#hotdedit#GoT#Game of Thrones#House of the Dragon#ASOIAF#my edits#slaymond#aemondtargaryen
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#aemond#aemondtargaryen#aemond one eye#vhagar#usurper#ironthrone#teamgreen#housetargaryen#targaryendinasty#dracarys#dragons#asoiaf#asongoficeandfire#targaryen#hotd#houseofthedragon#westeros#targaryencivilwar#danceofdragons
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Lick my feet
Taste the blood from those I have crushed
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Between my toes lies the names of those whose stories will go untold
My bloody footsteps will show their foes
#aemond targaryen#Tessa’s moodboards#hotd moodboard#aemond moodboard#moodbaord#mood board#hotd fandom#dark hotd#hotd aesthetic#hotd#aemondtargaryen#prince aemond#he’s so emo and angsty and I love him
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Welcome to my page. First things first, this will be a blog full of all things game of thrones/ house of the dragon. Namely the men I find attractive in game of thrones/ house of the dragon. So, if that is something you are into, stick around. If not, bye! I plan on posting photos, some head canons, and maybe even a full on fan fiction if I can motivate myself enough to follow through with that. But once again, welcome, and I hope you enjoy.
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Sandorslady
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Burning Fire
Part two of Playing With Fire, though it could be read as a standalone.
Summary: Aemond likes to punish you, but he gives in after so much teasing, finally giving his little princess what she really wants.
✧Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader
✧Warnings: MDNI 18+, p in v sex, daddy kink, degradation kink, praising kink, breeding kink, masturbating (m), slightly size kink, sex toys, thigh riding, cunt slaps (?), Aemond being mean, creampies.
✧Word Count: 4.8k
✧taglist: @qyburnsghost✧˖°⊹♡
Aemond looks at you, practically rambling at this point as his hips jerk up fucking the fleshlight.
“See how it takes me whole?” He murmurs, his voice strained as he makes you watch it.
Of course he didn’t stop at the first orgasm. He was truly magical, going for overstimulation and fucking the toy again. You were wondering if he used a cockring and you didn’t notice.
“Yes, daddy” you murmur in a not so happy mood, more resigned with the situation.
“Look how it stretches” he murmurs in amazement, and the wet sound of the fleshlight is persistent, and you could hear how his cock entered and pounded in the fleshlight. “Gods…” he groans, throwing his head back, as his breath hitches a bit.
You can see his hips rut in the fleshlight, wet sounds from the inside and his pretty lips were open as he pants. “Oh, come on, baby…” he says fucking the toy, obcsene sounds from the fleshlight as the lube made its magic.
“Look how prettily your pussy stretches, darling” he says looking at the toy, where his cock disappeared on it.
It took you a moment to realise that he was talking to you. He wasn’t rambling like before, but he was making conversation here. You felt his eyes on you once you didn’t respond.
“Yeah…” You say softly, and it felt strange, seeing how he pretended it was your cunt. Not the silicon body, but you.
“Take all of it, baby. You always take me so well…” The pounding starts again, the wet sounds and the obscene moans. “Take it, take it, fuck- You are going to make a mess on my cock?”
“Yes, daddy, I will, please..” you say, almost jumping at the possibility. You were right there. Now it wasn’t making you watch, but involving you fully.
“I know you will” he says smirking, his hands gripping on the waist as he forces the toy to take all of him, and you could hear how it did. “Full of me, full of daddy”
You whine pathetically at his words, and you look at him with frustrated eyes. You didn’t know which one was worse, if making you watch as he fucks the toy or if pretending it was you and make you watch.
“Poor baby” he coos with a smile, his movements stopping a bit, slowing down “you were so bad for daddy, you don’t deserve daddy’s cock”
“I know” You say, feeling really bad, and he moves his head to look at you, his poor baby, frustrated and all sad.
“Shh, baby” he says, moving his hip slowly, now more focused on you, at least. It was something, a little crumb. “Look at this mess you made”
You lower your head slightly, because what a mess. Your pussy aching for him, the fleshlight making the more obscene sounds that you wish your own cunt could reciprocate so loudly, and how the lube in his cock lowers to his balls a bit. And the bigger mess; the punishment.
“Pumping your pretty pussy” he adds in a slow voice. “Here, grab it”
You are confused as to what he means, and he raises his eyebrow as if telling you clearly; the fleshlight. He wants you to hold it as he fucks it.
You hesitantly hold the waist, now you stand on your knees a bit to keep it in place, and Aemond smirks as he grunts.
“Fuck, yeah” he moans, and his hands move to hold the hips, but even now, he doesn’t even attempt to touch your hand by casualty.
He fucks the fleshlight slow, but firmly. You can almost feel how the silicon moves at his thrusts, and it is something that unexpectedly arouses you, not just hearing how he fucks the toy, but now feeling how the toy moves with him.
His breath hitches as his hips go faster. The lube practically makes his dick slide in easily, and the sound proves it to you. You look at his face, at him. He was always so pale, and now his cheeks were more red thanks to his efforts.
If you didn’t know him so well, you wouldn’t be able to know when he came. His hips hesitated a bit, and he rolled his eyes back at the pleasure, gripping at the hips and making the silicon sink under his touch, as it milked his cock.
Once Aemond opens his eyes, he can see your precious doe eyes and how bad you feel, your eyebrows slightly angled upward as your lower lip makes that little pout. Your cheeks are slightly red, and how your shoulders are relaxed, he knows you are about to cry. In frustration, desperation and maybe -if you learnt something about this punishment- in shame. You didn’t say anything about his orgasm, you just stayed in silence and looked like a wet puppy.
He takes the silicon body out of his cock, throwing it away in bed as he then turns to look at you. You look at the ground, ashamed and he knows you are not faking your feelings for his pity.
“I’m really sorry, daddy. I know I deserved that”
“My pretty crybaby” He says softly, moving his hand to caress your hair a bit. You sit on your feet, and his hand pets you “You did good, baby. You did so good in your punishment. Better than ever before” He adds proudly, and you look up at him in his praise. Your precious eyes light up at his praise, and he loves how adorable you can be. “I even didn’t need to tie you”
He pets your head slightly. You, sitting by his feet, loving when he caresses you, it feels as if you were a puppy, a lapdog by his master, his owner’s side.
“A little reward should be appropriate, don’t you think?”
“If daddy says so” You say, quick to remember your place. He then knows that you deserve to feel good too, because after all, you are his precious baby girl, and he cannot go too long in being mean when you learn your place.
“Come here” He says, patting his lap, or to be exact, his right thigh. You accommodate between his thigh, a bit coyly as his muscular thigh is right between your legs, against your wet and needy pussy. “Now, baby. You get to grind in Daddy’s thigh” He says softly, rubbing the small of your back, reassuring you and making you feel more flustered.
“Oh” you say in a little voice.
“Mhm” He says amused. “Now, if you don’t want to…”
“I do want to” You cut him off quickly, and he has to suppress another smile. “uh…, I get to touch you too, daddy?”
Aemond thinks about it, and after some time, he hums in approval. You give him a quick smile, and he gives you a nod to start. He is impatient, and demanding, so you don’t take long to obey him.
Your hips start slowly, rutting in his thigh, your breath changes as your pussy starts to throb even more. You moan helplessly, as the friction helps the aching that you felt for too long.
Seeing Aemond fuck something that isn’t you, makes you mad. Sure. He has fucked his own hand, but it is always for you; as he keeps looking at you, obviously doing because of you. Having the toy ruins that, because he doesn’t… need you.
And the thought makes you anxious. So his comforting words, and assurance, and even this little treat, helps you soothe that. And he knows, you are sure he does, even unconsciously. That’s why you call him daddy and why you have never used your safe word; you trust him, you need him, you love him.
“Daddy, i-it feels so nice…” you babble incoherently, as your pussy grinds in his thigh, higher and then back to his knee. Once in his knee, you move your hips in circles to get more of that delicious friction.
One hand of yours is on his left thigh, making sure you don’t fall like a stupid girl. The other one, Aemond grabs it and interlocks his fingers, holding you close as he watches you get off in his thigh.
“I know, darling” he soothes you with a smirk, as he leans back smugly, looking at you with raw desire and lust. “My precious girl, so needy and aching for daddy. You are so special to me…”
You nod, mindlessly as your pussy clenches around nothing. You shut your eyes as the rhythm starts to feel perfect, and the pressure gets better.
“Such a shame you don’t know how to behave” he murmurs, looking at how you move your pussy in his thigh. Your panties are soaked, practically, and you were definitely ruining his sweatpants a bit, but he is not complaining. “Your pretty cunt needs daddy, and oh, your little clit…”
You whine, as his thumb starts to caress the back of your hand, and you keep grinding your hips desperately to get off, and with Aemond near it never takes you long to cum.
“If you behaved, daddy would eat this glorious pussy…” he starts teasing you, in a slight mocking, his other hand going to your hip, and forcing you to move at his disposition, however he wants. “But… hm, a shame, really. To become a beggar for an orgasm, because your mind can't think of anything but sex”
Aemond always had his way with words, and you knew this was affecting him as well. You kept your gaze on his thigh as your hips moved along it, but you had a view of his cock, hardening on his sweatpants once again. But he wouldn’t act on it, because it was admitting that his misbehaving baby girl had an effect on him, even when she was being punished.
It was admitting how wrapped around your finger you had him, doting on you and pampering you like a sweet princess. He loved it, and so did you.
“My little princess…” he says as you practically squeal, moaning and whimpering, your pretty cheeks flushed and your eyes closed shut, it was too much for you. “Daddy will help you, darling, how pretty you are”
You expect him to play with your clit, pinch it, or slap your cunt. But once he starts to slightly bounce his leg, you moan loudly in pleasure, now it is your turn to throw your head slightly back, and he adores his view.
How your tits bounce as well, even when hidden in your baby pink shirt, it drives him insane. Your little moans, louder and how you start to tighten the grip on his hand. He knows you won’t last any longer.
“Daddy, daddy, daddy!” You moan senselessly, and he has to force himself not to slide his other hand to grope your body, your tits or your ass, or to make his way to your pussy and slide his long fingers on your tight little hole, where your walls would suffocate his fingers, as they always do with his cock. “wanna… please, let me…” You say, too embarrassed to beg for an orgasm.
“Oh, you silly, silly, dumb baby” he says in a mocking coo as his leg keeps bouncing slightly and your pussy enjoys every friction that his thigh can provide. “Haven’t got it yet? You are not cumming”
You freeze, looking at him confused, as he stops bouncing his leg a bit, and you stay still in his thigh, even if your pussy practically screams and clenches for more friction.
“What?” You ask confused, starting to frown and your lower lips form an adorable pout that starts to make his dick really hard again.
“Yeah” He says as if it was the most obvious thing ever, and you hated it when he did that, talking to you patronisingly, and making plans where he did not tell you about.
“But… But you let me…” You say confused, and how he loves how your voice almost breaks at the let down.
“Grind on my thigh” He says with a nod, and he nods, acknowledging it. His face is stoic, almost, he is clearly playing with you. “Who said anything about an orgasm, darling?” He asks as if he was confused, but his smirk made it crystal clear that he was mocking your innocence in believing him.
“You are…” you start saying upset, as for you, it feels like your feelings have been played. “It’s unfair!”
“Life is. Much more with those who deserve it” he says looking at you with a raise of his eyebrow. “And watch your tone” he says sternly, and you keep frowning and sulking in his thigh, your arousal was almost dead by how upset you were.
He had you totally spoiled, and he very much knew it. You were his spoiled princess, always pampered with attention, with kisses, and he would practically eat your pussy anytime he could. And he knew that he could do any punishment, tying you up, spank you, make you wear a plug or even make you ride his shoe. But all of those were more like a reward, since you enjoyed them all with him.
Your real punishment? When he denied you of himself. You could simply not stand not having him. He knew it very well. He could see your face as he fucked the flashlight and threatened with replacing you; it hurt you, even if you knew that he won’t do that. And deny you an orgasm? Horrible. Because you wanted to prove to him how much he owns you, like this. How you could cum by only getting friction on his thigh and his words. Because that was his effect on you.
“You are truly stupid, or you just ignore my words?” He says, and you frown as you cross your arms on your chest, not saying anything because when you usually fighted back, it ends up badly for you. “I was just telling you how good you were, but you don’t think with your mind, do you? You think with your needy cunt”
“I took my punishment” You remind him, your tone is bittersweet. He frowns and sighs, looking at you as if thinking what to do with you.
“Too bad you need another”
You look at him, blinking.
“Undress” He commands you, and you want to deny him, as he has denied you. But you know that you could never deny him. So you do just that, and he also throws his sweatpants to the ground, and he smirks at your obedience.
He manhandles you at his taste, turning you around for you to sit on his lap. He moves to lean against the headframe, and you atop of him. With his right hand, he pats your thighs, instructing them to be apart, and his left arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you in place.
“Now, sweet girl” He says, your head resting against his shoulder, and his mouth on your ear, his cheek pressing to your head as he delights himself with the view below and talking to you. “Daddy will slap your pretty needy cunt” Aemond was loving every single moment of this.
“But..” you whine, and he grips a bit harder on your waist.
“Just five, baby” He purrs, convincing you to stay still for a bit. “Yeah? Five for daddy?” He coos you as he presses a kiss on the temple of your head, and you nod, looking at him with the precious meek expression that he adores.
Your legs are forcefully open, laying atop of him as his hands wander to your centre. You crave his fingers touching you, and you look how his hands move to open your legs more, and his left arm goes back to be wrapped around your waist, keeping you in place.
His hand accommodates in your cunt, his palm touching you but just keeping it there. You know him well; you know he is measuring the force and impact of his slap, not doing you any favour by trying to get you off.
“Daddy…” you whine at his hand, your hips barely moving so his hand is more pressed in your pussy, not just this feather touch.
“Shhh… let daddy slap your cunt” he says in that soothing tone, assuring but at the same time, so incredibly mean.
The first slap made you whine, as it made your pussy sting, and you squeal, squirming in his arms as he does that. He smiles, and slaps another time as you whine, and he kisses the side of your head in a failed attempt to soothe you.
“How many are left?” He asks to caress your hair softly.
“Three” You mumble with a pout.
“And for what is daddy punishing you?”
“Being a bad girl”
“And?” He asks, looking at your side profile as you think.
“Being greedy” You murmur “Being a brat”
“Because you think with your pussy. Because your pussy is the greedy one” He says as he moves his hand down to slap it once again.
It didn’t take long. Sure, just five slaps was a little amount. And Aemond could take his time torturing you, he has taken several minutes slapping your ass, with no number on mind, just until “he was satisfied with it” -as he told you that day-. Still, there was something about slapping your cunt that was so… peculiarly arousing, for him and for you both.
“Be a good baby, darling” He says, leaving another particularly harsh slap in your cunt, which almost made your hips move away from his touch, which he stops by moving the arm that was wrapped around your waist to hold your hips. “One more, pretty thing. Do you think you can take it for me? For daddy?”
You bite your lip thinking, turning your head to look at him as you think, just to nod after that. You look unsure, but for him, you would do it. He kisses your lips briefly, barely a peck as he accommodates your head to rest in the crook of his neck, as he looks down at your body.
He smiles, soothing you and cooing you with sweet nothings as he moves his hand to your pussy, his index and middle finger moving from your entrance to your clit, his digits moving along your folds softly, teasing you even so slightly. The last slap was more hard this time, and you sob at it.
Slapping you silly was always one of his favourite things to do. To see you sob and whining, squealing as you whine.. It was unpayable for him.
“Good girl” he murmurs, kissing the side of your head “Such a good girl when you want to, darling. You did so good” He coos, his hand moving caress the top of your head as a comfort, as he did between slaps. His arm around your body loses up a bit, and he moves a bit to sit better as you lean your body against him. “Proud of you”
You melt under his words, and he smiles at how adorable you could be. He loves it, and he keeps on kissing your face.
“Thank you..” You murmur
“No need to thank me, darling” He says softly, and he moves you up so his lips can kiss yours. “My poor baby, you have been teased too much, huh?”
“I deserved it, daddy” you murmur into his kisses, meek as you have his sweet affection once again. He smiles, you were such a simple creature, some affection and attention, and you melt in his arms.
“I’m so proud of you, princess” He whispers, kissing your lips and you move your body to wrap your arms around his neck.
He knows how desperate you must be, denied again and again of such affections and spoilings that you needed so badly. He can know it by the way your body pressed against his, and he smiles as you kiss him greedily.
“Want daddy to fuck you, darling?”
You nod, making a little noise while doing so, looking at him with needy eyes.
“You have to tell me, baby.”He says, looking at you with tender eyes as you bite your lip before speaking up.
“Yes, daddy. I want that…”
“Want what?”
“I want you to fuck me..” You say to him, and that is all it takes for him to move your body as if you weighed nothing.
He moves you in the same position, your back against his chest as he sits, and you almost lie atop of him with your legs open. It takes him no effort in moving you like a ragdoll, and he smirks.
“You are so wet, you don’t need anything else but daddy’s cock” his tone is delighted, as he mused about you and how to go on.
The tip of his cock teases your wetness, and you whimper slightly in need, and that little sound goes straight to his cock, erect and ready to fuck you as he fucked the fleshlight moments ago.
He always was kind when he pushed his cock in you, at least in the beginning. He lets you take some seconds to adjust to his cock, and it serves him to delight himself with your moans and whimpers, and how your body squirm from it.
“Daddy, daddy…” you sob, as you watch down to see your pussy be pounded by his cock, slowly but firmly.
“Shhh, darling. Let daddy take care” he says breathlessly, as your greedy cunt already starts clenching around his dick, as he slowly pumps into you, making you feel the shape of his cock in detail. “You are so needy, baby, you are not gonna last long, are you?”
“M’sorry” you mutter, squealing a bit.
“Press your knees to your chest” he instructs you, his heels pressed against the bed as his own legs are apart. “There we go…” he says, moving his hips up and down and you moan desperately.
He smirks, and he can hear the wet sounds of your cunt, and he has to let out a grunt.
“So jealous of a little piece of silicon, huh” he grunts as he teases you, and you whine in pleasure and annoyance. “What, are you jealous when daddy fucks a fleshlight?”
You don’t respond to him, and he is cruel enough to move a hand to your lower stomach, and press down so you can feel more intensely his cock pounding into your guts.
“Answer me”
“Yeah, yes, yes, daddy” you say squealing at the feeling of his hand, and you roll your eyes back, and he smirks. The slapping sound of his balls against your skin is delightful to his ears
“Stupid girl. Maybe be fucked like a fleshlight will make your jealousy go away, hm?” He says as a tease, but the thought instantly sticks to him. It takes him no time and effort to move you out of his cock and drag you all the way to the edge of the bed where he sits, and he lifts you to stand in front of him.
“What?” You ask, trying to get closer to him, and he shakes his head.
“Turn around” he says to you, opening his legs to make space, just like the beginning of the punishment. For a moment, his position made you think he would grab the toy and start fucking it again.
You weren’t wrong.
He takes your waist with both hands, gripping on the delicate skin, and he pulls you down to sit on his cock with no previous warning whatsoever. He moves you with no effort up and down on his cock, and he moans seeing your little precious body moving like this.
You realise moments later, when his cock is pounding deep in you, and Aemond is forcing you to bounce you on his dick, making you support your weight by putting your hands on his knees to help you bounce better.
He was fucking you just as he was fucking the fleshlight. Making you go up and down on his dick, like a toy.
“Fuck, darling. So perfect.” He grunts, his hands gripping harder as he more forcefully forces you to keep enduring the intrusion of his cock.
“oh, Daddy…” you moan helplessly, as your head throws back a little, and you roll your eyes back, because the new position feels delicious.
“Using you like a fucktoy, huh baby?” he says, his teeth gritting and he smirks, more forcefully and faster fucking you. “You are not just my princess but my personal fleshlight. That’s right, baby, you are my fucktoy, aren’t you? Say it”
“I…” you have to swallow thickly as you were practically drooling from how much his cock is making you dumb, and hoe much you missed being fucked after your punishment. “I am your… your personal fl-fleshlight” you say as you whimper.
“That’s right. So smart, baby.” He mutters as he can feel his dick throbbing so much inside of you, only to be met with your clenching pussy.
“I can’t take it, it’s too much dick…” you almost sob the words out, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure as his cock keeps on and on.
“You can take it, baby, you deserve all of it… My beautiful girl” he says and you whimper as you move your hips down, making you go closer to the edge of cumming.
“Can.. Can I cum, please daddy?” Your voice comes more desperate than you anticipated, afraid of being rejected and denied once again.
“Yes, babygirl. Cum on daddy’s cock” he says caressing your waist as the bounces are short and faster, he practically rut against your pussy as the obscene sounds fills the room, his balls hitting against your sweaty skin and your loud moans.
You cum almost in a command, after he said it it hit you immediately. You longed for it and it felt more great than ever. Your mind, almost numb from all of it and you had to bite your lip as your hands gripped in his knees to keep you in place and not make you fall.
Aemond comes a bit after you, still using your limp body a bit before he cums, balls deep inside of you and he fills you up with his cum as he so much likes. He loves the idea of breeding you, his cun so deep inside of you, making your belly swollen and full of him.
He breathes, hard as he presses his forehead on your back. He keeps you pressed against him so you don’t fall upfront, and you pant hard as you try to conceive a thought.
After a torturous punishment, this is paradise, as he soothes you with sweet words. “My sweet little princess, baby” he praises you, kissing your back.
You whimper a bit, and he smiles, hugging you from behind. He can feel how tired you must be, from all the punishment. He knows how to make it better.
“Come let’s cuddle up a bit and then I’ll clean this mess.” He says, trying to move you a bit, but you hesitate “Daddy’s got you, darling.” He says soothingly, but there is something so reassuring about his tone. “Relax, honey.”
You obey him, and he is the one to take you to bed and cuddle you up against him, as he kisses your forehead and then your lips.
“Good girl, baby” he soothes you, once you relax against his body. “My darling girl” he says kissing your head, his other hand going to rub the small of your back lovingly.
“Thank you, daddy…” you mumble, already mindless from how good being fucked felt after the torture of Aemond’s punishment.
“My little princess, it’s fine. You learnt your lesson” he coos you, and he smiles, leaning his head to rest against yours, his left cheek positioned against your soft hair. “Daddy is so proud, love…”
“You…. You won’t replace me?” Your voice is little, yet hesitant. He looks at you as he rubs your back, and he moves to kiss your lips.
“I won’t ever replace you. I love you too much for that, it’s only you. Always you” he says softly, kissing the top of your head.
“I love you” you say softly, resting against him, and keeping your hands together.
“I love you” he murmurs truthfully, and he smiles.
He has a tender smile, and you smile back, you were sleepy, he knows. He leans and kisses you sweetly.
“I will prepare you a bath, yes?” He says looking at you.
“No. Stay” you say, and he smiles and he kisses you again. Your tone is sheepish, and he can’t resist you.
“I’ll stay then” he says truthfully, and he can’t resist but to kiss you again. “It felt good, yeah?”
“So good” you mumble.
“I’m glad, baby, I love you, honey. You have no idea how much” he says, and you couldn’t feel happier. Because he’s there, always for you.
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Aemond Targaryen
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Ewan Mitchell as Aemond Targaryen
Two gifs of Ewan Mitchell as Aemond Targaryen. And then some grumpy old lady having a snack... Must have been hangry... RIP Arrax and Lucerys lol
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RAPUNZEL AU
in which the evil witch mother alicent locks one of her magical children in a (high)tower for almost 20 years.
Rapunzel as Aemond
Flynn Rider as lucerys
(for obvious reasons and because he is so beautiful) who was running away from authorities only to stumble upon a tower in the middle of nowhere.
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¤ The Invitation ¤
{ Aemond Targaryen }
| When Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen's big family arrive at King's Landing for princess Haelena and prince Aegon Targaryen's wedding, things go as they always do. Dragons, uncles, nephews and cousins discussing and fighting, tension on every look, and disconfort when being with each other. Just the usual stuff...until the princess Daera Targaryen got drunk at a ball where The One-Eyed Prince happened to sneaked in.
Masterlist
Warnings: using of the "f word" sometimes, sexual incitiment while being drunk, foreplay above the clothes, light sexual harrasment ("Light" because it happens for a quick moment and nobody got hurt, I am not dismissing it), TARGARYEN INCEST [cousinXcousin]
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Aclarations: As said in the summary, the story will take place during Aegon and Haelena's wedding time, wich in my head happened around one year before all the events of The Dance of Dragons. So everybody basically looks/is the same as we know, just that maybe a little more "childlish" when some circumstances, and things are at least a little lighter between the families. A little. Baela Targaryen is not Rhaeny's ward in here, she lives in Dragonstone too. Aemond and Daera are obviously adults already. ALSO, DAEMON IS THE GOOD FATHER THAT WE WERE ROBBED OF.
Enjoy your reading! Likes, comments and reblogs will be really appreciated ♡♡♡
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Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon,
it would mean the greatest pleasure to the crown for you and your families to attend the betrothal of Prince Aegon II and Princess Helaena of House Targaryen, wich will be taking place in The Iron Throne's room in a fortnight. We might be expecting both of your arrival at The Red Keep's gate, are also gonna be expected prince Jacaerys Velaryon, prince Lucerys Velaryon and prince Joffrey Velaryon, as well as the princesses Baela, Rhaena and Daera Targaryen
Seven blessings,
Otto Hightower. Hand of The King "
Rhaenyra's eyes were furrowed as she read the invitation, maybe for the eleventh time since the ship she was in sailed from Dragonstone three days ago now.
-You will not find anything new in there, I can promise you-. Daemon's voice spoke at her side, but that didn't make her to look away.
-I can't help but confess it would be a little more pleasing if at least this were from my father's own hand-, she sighed, wrapping back the papyrus.
-But it was grandsire's hand!-. From behind, Luke jokes funnily. Both his mother and Daemon turned to look at him, uncapable of hiding soft smiles.
-Go on and march to your chambers, Lucerys, it would be truly disrespectful from you to arrive to The Keep smelling of wet sweat-, Rhaenyra ordered with her calm voice.
-But...!-, the child planned on complaining.
-Come on now!-. Jacaerys, after a glance from his mother, took his little brother's arm and drag him down the ship's stairs.
-Seven hells!-. Luke swears as they now walked through the narrow hall under the vessel's surface-. Nooo!-, he vaguely groans.
-Luke!-, grunted Jace rolling his eyes.
-I do not wish for a bath at the moment!-, he discussed.
-SHUT ALL OF YOUR MOUTHS, I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!!-. A very loud scream of distress reached every ear on board, startling many.
-They better keep it quiet if they know what's safe-, said Rhaenyra raising her eyebrows.
That was Daera Targaryen's voice, prince Daemon firstborn and first girl.
-Ahh, she can take it-. He scoffed-. My daughter should know better, these are not hours for dreaming in bed-, he employs a reproachful tone.
-Ouh, let her be-. His wife scoffed with a tiny smile. He looked at her in the same way, thinking.
-You may wake her, father...- Rhaena's soft and teasing voice comes from not to far. Baela, at her side, laughs in snicker, looking down.
-Girls-. The Iron Throne's heir reproached them.
-Indeed you should-, Luke suddenly nods, relaxed, and Jace agrees with a hand movement.
-Boys!-, Rhaenyra jumps, not knowing when they arrived again.
-As my children desires-. Daemon laughs, walking backwards-. Then I might...-he turns around, interrupting himself.
-No need, no need-. The oldest Targaryen child comes out, now awake, with a sign of peace on her raised hands.
Baela, Rhaena, Jace and Luke snorted in disappointment, fading their smiles when realizing their wishes of bothering their sister would not be fullfiled.
Daemon smiles, looking at her oldest for a few more seconds before turning around and going back to the side of his wife. Daera takes the opportunity for heading to her siblings, looking at them annoyed.
-When sleep was finally breaking my walls!-, she complains.
-Were you even sleeping?-, Luke snorts.
-Did you even take your bath?-, Daera smiles fakely.
While the others laughed, he sharped his amused eyes to her.
-Luke!-. Far from them, Rhaenyra's voice insisted.
-But...!-, the blue eyed one squeaked.
-Go!-. All of his four siblings screamed.
-FUCK!-. Luke accidentally shouted, running back down in an instant. All of them laughed their asses off as they saw how Rhaenyra's eyes went wide open while she instantly followed him, mad.
-Ane we never saw Luke again-, Baela whispered misteriously.
-You just unmasked my Name Day wish-, Daera joked, and Rhaena snorted in disbelief.
-Do not wish for such thing-, she corrected.
-Let her dream-, Jace laughs a little.
Daera smiled when she heard a roar. All of them raised their heads, looking at the full sky above them. Full of dragons.
Syrax, Caraxes, Vermax, Arrax, Tyraxes, Moondancer and Kalistrox, Daera's golden dragon, were owners of the clouds around them, flapping constantly their magestics wings.
-Am I the only one rooting for a race at the moment?-, the oldest whispered, smiling at Kalistrox while he was playing with Moondancer.
-You are not-, Baela smiled-. Who arrives first at the Dragonpit gets to choose what the others will wear for the wedding!-, she happily dared.
-No, do not leave, girls-. Rhaena murmured tiredly, and her sisters understood immediately, recalling that the youngest of them girls did not have possesion of a dragon yet.
-Rhaena is right, do not be hot headed, princesess-. Jace said, almost having agreed to the race dare-. We must mantain our bearing upon our arriving to King's Landing-
-King's Landing can kiss my bloom, I am a dragonrider first han anything-, snorted Daera. Baela and Rhaena giggled daringly, while Jace sighed a smile at her, shaking his head.
-I'm only proposing to at least pretend that we have respect for the queen and her children-, he calmly reflects.
-Huh...indeed-, Rhaena laughs with no grace, while Baela clenched her jaw, and Daera spoke.
-The same respect the fucking greens gave us when stealing Vhagar from our mother's warm corpse it's what we may show, indeed-, she murmured coldly.
Jace sighed, unable to defend that action from the past years.
-Then let's do it for our grandsire-, he then proposed, smiling.
-Viserys is actually an uncle of ours, my prince-. Baela funnily recalls. He smiled at her, like a fool.
-Ah yes...I tend to mistake on the matter-, he apologized.
Rhaena and Daera shared a bored and burlesque glance, rolling their purple eyes.
-What are we speaking of in here, little beasts?-. Daemon suddenly finds himself approsching to the young ones, who made silence while smiling, looking at each other-. Oy?-, he raised an eyebrow.
-We want to race to the keep-, Daera confessed rapidly, facing him. Her father looked at them almost amused, tilting his head in silence.
-And disrespect our welcome by those cunts?-, he spitted, and they four helded back their laughs.
-Mother would not let us-, Jace says.
The Rogue Prince narrowed his eyes, smiling invingtly to his oldest two rogues princesses, who stared at him with hidden hope, wich made him smile even wider.
Knowing what those looks meant, Rhaena supported her body on the ship's wall as she sighed with acceptance. Daemon looked at her with soft eyes, like waiting for her permission.
-Travel safe-, she nods to her father.
Jacaerys, Baela and Daera smiled wildly.
And just minutes later, the ship rocked from side to side as Moondancer, Vermax, Kalistrox and Caraxes passed far too close from above, now with their riders on their back.
-Noo! Wait, wait!-. Luke emerges fastly from downstairs, with only a towel of furr wrapping his body-. Wait for me!-, he screamed foolish, in vane, knowing the dragons were now too far.
Contrary to what he thought, his siblings heard him squeaking from their height, making them laugh loudly as their dragons roared with them.
-We can accompany each other-, Rhaena proposed calmly.
Luke turned into a statue just like the ones from The Old Valyria, turning around slowly and finding Rhaena staring at him softly and innocently. He became as red as the three-headed dragon of House Targaryen sigil, remembering he had just a towel on him.
-Ow, fuck...- Rhaenyra's disappointed tone raised as she came from the stairs, staring at those four dragons getting away in the sky-. The queen won't like this...-she sighed.
-...I hope so-, Rhaena whispered happily, looking up front too.
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Behind the safe gates of The Red Keep, a buch of guards were standing firmly with their armors, and in the middle of them were The Green Queen, Alicent Hightower, her father, Otto Hightower, and the queen's dearest boy, The One-Eyed Prince... Aemond Targaryen.
The silver haired one was at his mother's left, while at her right it was the knight Criston Cole, or Crispin, as The Rogue Prince would prefer to call him.
Aemond had his rigid arms crossed tightly behind his back, as quite as a stone in a desert. He kept staring ahead, ignoring all the looks that some of the guards and maids of the place thought they were pretty good hiding.
Bloody miserables, the royal one thought.
-Ah, where must they be?-. Alicent sighed with a little impatience, havind her hands resting on her belly-. I should be making company to Helaena while she is readying-, she stammered.
-The Blackwater's watch towers already have sight on their ship, my queen-. Cole informed emotionless.
-They'll be here in no time-, nodded Otto with a confident expression.
-Yes, very well...-. The Queen smiled softly.
Aemond tried to not roll his eye. He'd wish to be anywhere but here. He'd rather be riding Vhagar right now instead of this endless waiting for his half-sister's annoying family.
He could tolerate, at most times, his cousins Baela and Rhaena, who often like to think they are braver than they actually are. But he just could not stand his nephews, Lucerys, Jacaerys and even the little Joffrey. Those spoiled bastards. Oh, and his oldest cousin, the Daera cunt, who never seemed afraid of speaking her fucking mind, just as her father, always making innapropiate jokes and comments with no consecuences. Another spoiled silver haired, that's what she was.
From a moment to another, all the guards, maids and royal presents jumped scared in their places, looking up at the mere moment when Caraxes's loud whistlening passed just from above at a high speed, being followed by...
-Kalistrox-, Aemond named smartly and surprised. His mother, fearly attached to his arm, breathed with quickness while looking up-. Moondancer and Vermax, those are dragons from the blacks-, he murmured rapidly.
-They are...-Cole followed the dragons with his sight, confused-, they are being headed to the Dragonpit-, he noticed.
-They are being ridden-. Deduced a serious Otto. Aemond felt his bloob boil at that moment.
-How dare they? We have been standing here for-
-Something happened-, feared a worried Alicent, interrupting him and starting off from a moment to another, being followed instantly by all the guards and her father.
Aemond tighted his fist.
-Hmm-, he shook his head in dissaproval, quickly following too.
-WOO HOOOO!-, Jace was happily screaming from the high skies, feeling all the wind on his face.
-Soves, Moondancer, soves!-. Lauged Baela, speaking High Valyrian, with her eyes closed. [ Fly, Moondancer, fly! ]
Daemon held both of his arm opened from side to side, smiling gracefully at Daera, who laughed vividly as she dared to copy him. He chuckled letting the breeze ruffle his hair.
In a laugh, she ordered Kalistrox to go higher, almost arriving to the pit.
-DRACARYS!-, she shouted loudly.
While directing to the Dragonpit as fast as they could, The Greens looked surprised at the sky when a big flame came out of Kalistrox. Aemond furrowed his lips, annoyed, thinking how fucking childlish she was. And they are supposed to be the same age.
Quickly, the greens arrived to the pit, instantly ordering to every dragonkeeper to clean the arena.
-Hurry up now!-, Otto clapped while staring at the white clouds.
With lips opened, Alicent saw how Caraxes landed roughly aat the sand, moving his large neck while looking down at all of then in the middle of his iconic whistle.
-Greetings!-. Daemond shouted from his place. Otto couldn't hide the annoyance on his glance at him.
Soon, Vermax and Moondancer landed too, with their riders closing powerful smiles as they looked down at the others. How hard Aemond wished Vhagar was there, but she did not even fit the Dragonpit.
-Wait...-Alicent breaths slowly, sensing her son taking her hand softly-. Where's Daera?-, she asked nervously.
The Rogue Prince looked mockingly at her, for then raising his eyes at the same time that a powerful roar was heard in the middle of the silence. The sun appeared to turn itself off when a dragon's silhouette passed just in front of it, drawing that huge shadow above them, wich made them look up.
Kalistrox, The Golden Ray.
Aemond clenched his jaw, jealous at the glorious entrance his cousin was having as her dragon was showing off his big and glittering wings of gold, flapping them until landing just between Caraxes and Moondancer, both dragons welcoming him with greeting roars.
Alicent stared with attention to the four beasts parked on the other side of the pit. She forced herself to smile when seeing how their riders began to get down.
Still on dragonback, Daera locked both her eyes with Aemond's single one. They stared at each other coldly, with the girl showing the beggining of a burlesque smile. He then saw how she used Kalistrox's right wing as a stair, stepping down confidently.
-Dohaeras, Vermax-. Ordered Jace as he saw how the dragonkeepers were starting to getting close to the creatures. Daera pat Kalistrox's head with a smile as she got away from him. The dragon roared softly, seeing her leaving. [ Obey, Vermax ]
Queen Alicent smiled when the three Targaryens and the Velaryon boy stepped closer. When they were face to face, no one said a word, just looking at each other with hided discomfort. Aemond grunted, but Otto spoke.
-Your queen awaits for your paying of respect-, he said, and Alicent smiled softly, nodding.
-Your grace...-Jacaerys and Baela made a courtsy.
Daemon and Daera couldn't be more annoyed.
-Your grace-, he quickly nods, looking away.
-Auntie-, Camila smiles, and Aemond roared at her.
-How dare you to-, he was again interrumped.
-My mind must be playing me a boring joke as I was not speaking to you-. Daera smiled widely when staring at him. Aemond breathed, insulted.
-Children-, Otto warned.
-Enough-, Daemon shuts his daughter. She shares an annoyed look with her two siblings.
-Too early for discussions, we agree-. The Queen smiled-. Though...we were expecting you in The Red Keep, as it was agreed-, she said narrowing a little her eyes.
-Ah yes, apologies-. Daemon talks with no true repentance-. But my children desired for a race. The sea was turning too blue, you see-, he excused.
-Aren't the boy a Velaryon?-. Aemond looked funnily at Jace, who clenched his marked jaw.
-Shut up-, snorted Daera, and nobody did a thing at the show of disrespect, making the one-eyed hold his breath angrily.
Alicent gulped, nodding in silence while staring at the young ones, who also stared at her.
-You have grown, indeed-. She smiles a little, something Jacaerys responded to-. I might ask, where is Rhaenyra?-, she knitted her eyebrows.
-Apologies, your grace!-. And at time, Rhaenyra's agitated voice made everyone turned. There she was, entering the pit holding Luke from an elbow and Rhaena at the other, while she was holding hands with the youngest Velaryon brother.
-Oh, so lovely to see you-, Alicent whispered.
Aemond's eye burned when looking at Lucerys, who easily ignored him while making his reverence to the queen, for then looking at his siblings with bother and jealousy, just as Rhaena did as well. Jace, Baela and Daera just smiles innocently.
-We seemed to had a little...logistics disagreement on our arrival's about-, Rhaenyra sighed and excused as she looked at Daemon, who was simply calmly smiling at her.
-We shall not let disagreements ruins today's special occassion-, recommended Otto wisely.
-Oh Helaena, the dearest, where is she?-. Daera asked dreamly, recalling about the wedding.
-In her very chambers, very busy-responded Aemond with his wide open eye, tilting his head.
Rhaenyra sighed, rapidly noticing that the usual repercussions between them both did not even matter to wait until supper, at the least.
-Shame, I was planning to give her my very condolences-. Daera said sadly. Baela opened her eyes really big while the queen gulped at the oldest.
-Beware your words, cousin-, Aemond murmured.
-How hot it is in here!-. Jace suddenly reclaims, getting everyone's attention-. We probably must head to the castle, my brother here wishes for a bath-, he smiled pointing at Luke while looking at Alicent.
-I am bathed!-, Luke mimed with his angry lips.
-Quiet-, Rhaenyra whispers-. Jacaerys proposal do sounds quite tempting. Our crew is tired fron the trip, as well as our dragons-she admits with a quick smile.
-We will be instanly scorted back to the castle, of course-. Otto nods politely.
Daemon rolled his eyes as they started to walk. Daera furrowed her eyebrows when she feels Aemond closening to her from behind.
-Your family would be already resting ages ago if you would have just arrived at the very Keep's gates-, he whispered at her with poison.
-Oh no! Now I have to walk ten steps to the keep. The one-eyed prince would never endure that-, she mocked with fake sadness.
-Hmm, a five year old is the one speaking to me-, he taunts.
-Then we have finally found a similarity between us two, my prince-. Daera smiled.
-You...-he groaned.
-Oh go to-, she sissed.
-Daera-, named Daemon and Rhaenyra.
-Aemond-, named Alicent and Otto.
The named ones roared like dragons as they got as away from the other as they could.
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-Seven hells-, murmured Daera from the balcony of her chambers, having her pointy nose scrunched-. Could it smell worse?-, she asked herself in disgust.
-What does it smell like, sister?-. Baela laughs a little, approaching from behind with a soft smile, wich vanished as soon as she received the town's wind-. Seven hells-, she closed her eyes.
-King's Landing? More like Piss's Landing-. Scoffed Daera, and her sister chuckles one more time.
-Come on then, come inside the two of you-orders Rhaena, who was lying on her oldest sister's bed, for this was her lodging.
-Good offer-, murmurs Baela stepping back inside. Daera, instead, stayed in there, enduring the smell of King's landing to, well, appraise it's views.
She looked around with a crooked tiny smile, analyzing her far surroundings. Pass The Red Keep's gates, she would stare at the crowed town, where everybody in there were risking their lives just by being there, from Flea Bottom to the Street of Steel and The Hook. Daera looked there almost dreamly, wishing to be anywhere but here.
-We need to go to a ball, sisters-she suddenly points, thoughtful. Baela and Rhaena look at her from the bed, curious.
-We are, Daera, tonight's moon will held a great one-, remembered the youngest.
-I am not speaking of pity balls such as the one of tonight-, she scoffs funnily.
-Daera!-, named both sisters with warning, laughing. Daera chuckled while looking at the blue sky above her.
-I am making reference to our kind of dance balls-, she clarified then.
-Ouh...-Rhaena smiles, with complicity.
-Going out to the town?-, Baela smiled nervously, and the other two nodded excited.
-We should not-, laughs Rhaena.
-The idea is already in my mind!-, discussed the middle sister, startling on the bed.
-Wait, wait-. Daera shushed them, looking pass the gates while speaking-. It would not be wise to be planning our trip by ourselves-, she said.
-Jace and Luke-, nodded her sisters with a smile.
-Shall we go look for them?-, asked an excited Baela.
-Calm your fire, sister, we cannot go out right now as we are supposed to be getting prepared-, recalled Rhaena in a laugh.
-The maids aren't even at presence-, snorted Baela.
-But nust be on their way-deduced Daera-. We'll meet the boys at Haelena's wedding, that's at sure, so let's wait until then to give them the proposal-, she planned naughtly.
-Gods, Father and Rhaenyra will kills us if they find out-, feared Rhaena.
-But they will not find out, or find us either-smiled Baela, and the oldest looked at her proudly.
-Sss, sss!-. It is heard from far the balcony, causing Daera to knit her brows-. Princess, cousin!-, a voice called from down.
A disgusting voice.
While hardening her expressions, Daera looked down. Behind the gate's security and safety, she noticed her ugly shit piece of cousin, the drunk ass rapist, Aegon Targaryen.
It looked like he was just resting in the middle of the place, while everybody around him were occupied in some labor or work to do. Typical of him.
-Ay...-she made a face, disgusted.
-I expect the best of wedding gifts from your benevolence, cousin!-. Aegon shouts smiling. Daera silently stared down at him from her tower, while seeing how he licked his teeth pervertedly at her.
Fucking dull bastard, Daemon's oldest thought herself.
-My prince, attention!-. Suddenly, Cole's voice called at him from close. Daera just came to realize that it appears both of Queen Alicent's son were training the sword at the moment.
-Aegon!-, called Aemond desesperately.
-Easy, easy!-. Aegon smiled while heading to them after taking a last gaze at hid cousin. Aemond's eye instantly followed there, founding Daera at a balcony, already looking at him.
They both stared with annoyance, until the princess snorted with sourness, and turned around with a superior feeling, wich made Aemond humms in annoyance.
-Child-, he grunted.
-Cunt-, scoffed Aegon rolling his eyes.
-Fuckers-, snorted Daera entering her chambers at last.
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Ah yes, the wedding was as boring as it was unfair for the lovely bride, Helaena.
The ceremony had just ended, and it was "boring as a blind whore", as Aegon himself murmured under his breath while looking at his sister, now wife. It was all very sad and miserable, truly.
Groom and bride, say brother and sister, did not even stare at each other during the whole act. They weren't the only ones blinking with distress and boredom, for most of the guests weren't able to keep their eyes open for a long while, stunned by the pure silence on The Iron Throne's room and the lack of happiness and enthusiasm in it, like in the glory days of Viserys The Peaceful, who used to host warm and full of joy dances, when his former wife Aemma still breathed among them. There was no love anymore at that cold throne's room.
-Cheers!-, shouted an already drunk Aegon.
-Eeey!-, the whole hall cheered in response.
But, as it is often common in the Westerosi's planned weddings, the funny part comes with the supper at dance, for the most, for they could drink, eat and dance as much as they wanted to. And as always, Aegon wad really dedicating himself to this first part.
-Umm...-he hummed while looking for his cup's end, sipping from it stopless. At his right, Helaena was silently seated, lips pressed and eyes lost in the food on her plate. She was everything but hungry, or happy, at this moment.
-With easiness, Aegon...-spoke a tired Viserys almost breathless, looking at his shame of a son.
-Helaena, sweet thing...-Alicent, from a few seats from her, spoke softly-. You haven't touched your supper. I specially asked the cookers to-
-The dragon won't follow the lighthouse-, Helaena abruptly snapped, looking at her mom with eyes wide open. Alicent sighed sadly, looking away. The princess stared at her plate again, as hard as a rock.
-Poor soul of hers...-murmurs Daera.
She and her family stood at the dance room, being surrounded by all of the lords and ladies who were happiky dancing around them at the music being played.
-It shatters my heart, truly, to see my sister like this-, confesses Rhaenyra with a hand on her belly.
-Troubles me more what will happen later this night-, feared Daemon with a disgusted face, staring at Aegon. Rhaena and Luke copied him.
-Needless to recall-, scoffed Daera staring at her poor cousin, and then at the creep one, who chewed his meath mouth opened.
-Prince Daemon!-. It appeared, from the distance, that Lord Jason Lannister eas approaching to the family with great interest.
-Seven fucks-, Daemon sighed.
-We may leave!-, insisted Daera taking her sister's handd.
-What? Where are you going?-. The Rogue Prince looked at his girls in disbelief.
-Away from the lion's den!-, shouted Baela.
-Girls!-, reproached Rhaenyra.
-Almost coming!-. Jason laughed while tripping on his feet.
-Marvelous talk-, said Jace and in a blink he and Luke ran behind the girls.
-Boys!-, their mother groans angrily.
-We may cherish this encounter!-. Jason arrived smiling drunkly. Rhaenyra and Daemon looked at him tediously.
Meanwhile, the Targaryen girls and the Velaryon boys found their way far enough from there. They reached a confortable corner to stop and stay, well aparted from the dancing crowd.
-At last, I'm breathing-. Thanked Luke in a sigh.
-I envy you then-, snorted Baela while looking around-. I feel everyone's staring at us-, she confessed.
-We happen to be the best looking people on the dance ball, keep up-. Daera snapped her fingers, making them laugh. She obviously didn't want to mention the reason of why a lot of the persons were looking at them. Luke and Jace hair color always causes controversy wherever they go.
-I just desire for this night to be over-, wished the older brother, and Baela smiled sadly at him.
-It soon shoul be-, she conforts him.
-...It should not-, denied Daera looking around with a sneaky smile. Baela and Rhaena smirked as well, while Jacaerys and Lucerys shined in confussion.
-What?-, they both asked.
-We are going out-, said the oldest.
-What?!-, both brothers screamed.
-Shush!-, the three sister reproached.
They shushed.
-We are going out?-, repeated Luke, smiling.
-Is it not a wonderful idea?-. Rhaenyra smiles at him, who excitedly nodded.
-It is one of the worse, if I might-said an insecure Jace, causing them to look at him confused-. The last time we did this we almost got caught on town-, he remembered in a cautious whisper.
-The last time in here, in King's Landing! But how often do we not get away with it on Driftmark and Dragonstone?-, recalled a proud Daera.
-You know we are masters in this, Jace, do not be too modest-. Baela elbowed him amusingly, and Jacaerys sighed.
-The capital is different-, he murmured.
-We are differentl!-, declared Luke with excitement-. Nobody knows our faces-
-Everybody knows their mane-, Jace pointed at the sisters's hair, fully silvered-. That was our mistake last time-, he remembered.
-Mistake wich will not be committed again-, Daera shook her head-. Come on now, Jace, it will be the funniest-, she smiled elbowing him, and so did Luke-. Besides, we could use a real dance...-
-And we know a perfect place-, smiled Rhaena nodding.
Them four stared at the older brother with suspense, waiting for his answer. Soon, Jace's negativity flew away, sighing and forming a smile at them.
-Mayhaps we can-, he nodded.
-Oh yes!-, they all cherished with joy.
-But! we are going out after bedtime. People will do notice if we leave now-, Jace pointed.
-Aye-, nodded the four of them.
-Well, if you excuse me now, I am going to make one last invitation-said Daera, looking at the royal table where the newlywed couple was seated.
-Aegon?!-whispered Luke disgusted.
-No! Not Aegon!-, she quickly snorted. They sighed in relief, and she began to walk-. Am speaking about the bride...-she murmured.
Daera walked in a straight line towards the high table while staring at the sad Helaena, whose eyes started to shine when noticing her cousin approaching. The bride smiled, and so did the princess.
-May I ask...-. Until, suddenly, Aemond's tall body emerged from nowhere, blocking her path as her sight too-...where are you headed, cousin?-, he asked tilting his head with fake interest-. You are not invited to our table-, he denies.
-Oh you!-. Camila gasped taking a step back inmediately, putting a hand on her chest. He smiled burlesque, staring down at her with his lonely eye from his height-. You might also want to calculate better your approachings, cousin, for your face is not as appealing as you think it is-, she snorted.
-Hmm, very funny-. He spoke emotionless with his eye wide open. Daera breathed deeply, looking up-. But I am afraid I did not questioned you about the matters of my approachings-, Aemond murmured.
-Very clever-. Daera fakely smiles-. I happen to be on my way to give the bride the very wedding gift of mine-, she informs in a sigh.
-Lovely-, he humms-. Though I happen to found nothing on your hands but...-he looks at her from head to toe, slowly. Daera shrivered a little, opening briefly her lips while catching that move-...your nails-
-Ah, a better sight than expected you have-. She congrats, and he tightens his hands behing his back-. I- I apologize beforehand, but I must ask, do you not have a better thing to put your eye on right now?-, she raised a burlesque brow-. Always picking on your little cousin-, she sighs dissapointed.
-Do not flatter yourself that much, you are not any more little than me-, he denied with his melodious and sly voice, keeping his straight posture.
-A few moons always count-, she defended-. Now, there must be at least one lady expecting for you on the dance hall, or am I wrong?-. Daera smiled, almost amused by the obvious answer.
Aemond stares at her hardly and serious, recognizing the sarcasm on her annoying voice.
-How many wouldn't want to be, right now, under your...-. And just as he did before, Daera looked at him from head to toe, siding a slow smile as she thought of something. Aemond burned from inside, noticing how her eyes locked right on his eyepatch-...gaze?-, she completed.
He raised his angry stare, looking around with desesperation, holding every impulse ri tear her apart with his blade. Oh but how could he? The Targaryen girl smiled, knowing how to get under his skin.
-Now, if you excuse me, cousin, I'm heading to your sister-, she whispered, dodging him and proceeding on her walk like nothing happened.
Aemond stared blankly at the nothingness for a few seconds, and then looked at some of the lonely ladies of the hall.
-Hmm...-he hummed, heading there with an increasing smile-. Lady Martell!-, he then calls.
When Lady Dina Martell heard that voice calling at her, she turned around, finding herself almost fainting in fear when seeing The One-Eyed Prince heading to her with a wide smile and his hands crossed on his back.
Stopping suddenly her steps in the stairs, Camila turned around with a surprised face, following him with her watchful eyes.
-Oh Gods...-she whispered, stiff.
From the stairs, Camila holded a laugh. She decided to take a few steps down, amused by this.
-My lady-, Aemond arrived in front of her, with his heart racing really fast, pretending to not notice her fear-. Are you enjoying yourself with the party?-, he formally asked.
-Of course, my prince-she nodded with a huge fake smile.
-Have you found...everything at your confort?-, Aemond widens his smile, expecting for a larger answer.
-Indeed, my prince-. Lady Martell nods again, looking the same.
Aemond sighhed, looking sided to his cousin. Camila still stood there, watching amused at his direction.
-Fuck-, he whispered under his breath, feeling the pressure, to then quickly smile ar her again-. Can I offer you a dance, my lady?-, he proposed, handing her a hand.
Daera crooked a pity smile for the lady, knowing she would have to say yes. Or that's what she thought it was going to happen.
-Daughter, here you are!-. A desperate Lord Arlon Martell came to reach for his daughter's hand, at wich she instantly held to. Aemond's smile began to fade, looking at both.
-Yes, father-whispered the girl.
-My prince-, the lord nodded to the eyed-one with a quick smile-. I apologize, I must take Lady Dina to an urgent matter of ours-, he excused sadly.
It was so fake. The prince gulped, and from her place, Daera had her lips seriously pressed, noticing the lady's obvious disgust of him.
-Of course-, Aemond murmured-. Another time-, he softly smiled.
-May be-, nodded the lord, and at an instant he dragged his daughter away.
-Thank you, father...- Aemond was able to hear her whisper.
He clenched his jaw hardly, tightening his posture while staring blankly at nowhere.
-Ish...-inconfortable, Daera was true face pitied.
After biting his own tongue, Aemond looked up his shoulder at her, coldly. Daera opened her mouth without knowing what to say. Then, he turned around and walked away, soon dissapearing into the crowd.
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-Where are they?-, whispered Luke.
-It has been minutes!-, complained Baela as well.
-Shut it you two!-, Rhaena reproached.
-Be patience-, said Jace raising his eyebrows.
-Gods-, Luke sighed, taking support in the short wall behing him.
The night was very fallen at this point. The royal ones and their maids were already in bed, tired from the past wedding. Though not all of them were in their chambers.
Luke, Rhaena, Jace and Baela are on a very discreet point of the castle, on some stairs that would take them just where they expected to.
-Op! There they are!-, snapped a smiling Rhaena.
Daera appeared from the top of the stairs, running down while the hood she was wearing, as all of them were to, fluttered in the wind as she approached. The princess was not alone, though, hand-helded with another hooded one, slightly taller than her.
The siblings smiled wide open, jumping on their places while they arrived in front of them.
-Bloody hells, that was a trip!-. Laughed Daera, breathless.
-Why did you take so long?-, asked Baela smiling at her sister's companion.
So Haelena raised her head, revealing her irritated eyes from crying and a broken smile she forced. Daera looked at her siblings with a discreet warning, and they really tried to hide their sadness and worriness.
-We were making sure to not awake Aegon-, the dearest spoke softly.
-Oh...-Rhaena nods, thinking how obvious it was that she had just been abused by her brother.
-Do not worry, sweetest, he was too drunk anyways-conforted Baela, and they laughed just a little.
-That is what I told her-nodded Daera elbowing Halaena, who smiled tender at her, chuckling low.
-So...so now you ought to share chambers?-, questioned an unconfortable Jacaerys.
-Indeed-, she nodded, just as unconfortable with the fact.
-I'm sorry-said Luke heavily compassionate-. I wish you could come to Dragonstone with us-, he dreamt.
-Yes, you could choose the chamber of your liking!-, Rhaena smiled widely.
-Sounds dreamy-, the bride openly smiled, embracing herself.
Daera appreciated them for a short while, loving how they put effort in making her feel better. And they were just getting started.
-Alright then, we are not here to dream-. Daera clapped. Halaena smiles funnily as the others did to-. We are ready, yes?-she asked.
-Masks-ordered Jace, and they all raised different kinds of masks on their hands, smiling-. Lovely-, he laughs.
-We might be ready. But, cousin, are you?-. Daera suddenly faced Haleana, who opened her eyed big.
-I am-, she hungrily whispers.
-That was personal-, noted Baela in shock.
-Ready for what?-. Lucerys asked Daera.
-For a true fucking dance-, she declared. The bride's eyes shine while she loudly laughed, nodding happily. They all copied her.
-Very well...shall we leave?-. Rhaena smiled.
The One-Eyed Prince was returning from a lovely ride he just had. He smelled like dragon, which he loves. His lady Vhagar always enjoys a ride at night, just as him, away from the sight of everybody. Sadly, she does not fit in the Dragonpit like the others dragons, so he always lets her near the Blackwater Way, far enough from the town and close enough to the castle.
This is also the reason of why he doesn't use the common gates of the keep, for they are too apart from his destin. It is also why he has to wear a hood everytime he goes out, because he doesn't wish for a commner to recognize him. Or well, his hair and eyepatch, to be frank.
-Hmm-, he hummed at the thought of a warm bath, wich he'll have ordered when arriving to his chambers.
But, oh, something caught his careful eye. He instantly stepped aside behind a column when his eye reached six people who were also hooded. They were jogging and giggling while heading to the hidden backdoors, from where he was just returning. Aemond narrowed his gace, noticing that those were Rhaenyra's bastards and Daemon's bitches.
Oh he was so ready to step in, interrupt their path and probably to cause a fight that he himself will come out as winner. But then he saw her.
He saw his lovely sister between them. Helaena was laughing and jumping the highest while being handheld with Daera. She looked so happy, nothing like in her wedding.
Aemond kept his place, hided, for then seeing how, with one step, they sneaked out from the castle, closing the little door behind them. The one-eyed sighed, staring at his tower and soon forgetting the bath he was just dreaming of. He grunted, and followed them without one more thought needed. What the fuck were they doing with his sister? And to where?
-Oh gods, we should have had eaten something before leaving-, Daera sighed.
-You must be joking, wasn't the wedding's feast enough?-, snorted Baela.
-It was not that great-, whispered Helaena shaking her head.
-Ha, cheers!-. Thanked Daera, making her laugh.
Aemond now walked a few steps from behind them, quickly being among all the people that circulated the narrow street they were in.
-It smells delicious-, he heard his sister says.
-Do not let the smell trick you, aunt-. Luke laughed, and she looked at him curious.
-Is it bad?-, she asked.
-Rats are not bad-, denied Daera.
-Is it a rat I am smelling?!-, the princess loudly whispered.
-It is-, the oldest sister smiles proudly.
-Daera is the only one here that likes rat-, snorted Baela with her nose scrunched.
From his distance, Aemond did the same face, disgusted and confused.
-I can't stand it-, denied Jace in a sigh.
-Back in Pentos, when I was a child, I could not have enough of them-, smiled Camila, hugging Luke from a shoulder.
-Gods, now I want to try one!-, Helaena laughs.
Aemond jumped, worried of her desires.
-DO NOT!-. All of the siblings shouted-. Not in King's Landing-, says Baela.
-Why is that?-, asked the dearest.
-Your kingdom's rats are not as...safe...as Pentos's-, explained Daera with a soft smile.
-Oh I see-, the princess nodded sure.
So they are past The Keep's gates just to speak about filthy rats?, thought Aemond with tediousness.
-We are here-, Jace suddenly said.
They stopped, on so did Aemond, staring catiously.
-This is it then-, Helaena smiled, looking at the closed doors in front of them. Music was being heard from inside.
-Masks, everybody-, ordered Daera raising hers. They all reached their masks, putting them on, which Aemond looked at confused.
-I like this-, Helaena innocently claps while smiling.
-And you are gonna like it far more-promised Jacaerys with his front and nose covered by his mask, only letting his eyes at sight.
-Ready?-, Rhaena smiles at everyone.
-Ow no more bloody words have to be spoken!-, grunted Daera pushing everyone inside with her arms while hearing them giggling loudly.
And, in a second, they abandoned the hall.
Aemond sighed restless, looking at those doors. He looked at a commoner on his side, busy in dusting a heavy blanket.
-Oy-, he called, gaining a bad glance from the woman-. What is that place about?-, he asked pointed at there briefly.
-Go and find out, twat-. She spitted, turning around.
Aemond kept on staring at her for a few moments. If they just saw his hair, the treatment would be very adverse, he was sure.
-Hmm-. And so, he decided to listen, and went to finding out, leaving the "twat" part out of his mind.
He crossed those doors, entering the place with a discreet posture, but ready to fight anything.
But the prince ended up finding a lively and festive room full of people. This people were all wearing masks, for some reason, ones were fulled faced while others just covered from the nose up. Music was being played stopless by a drunken tiny orquest, who were just exquisite at their doing. Everybody was dancing, laughing, drinking and eating at the place. There were adults and there were children, all of them apparently having a splendid time.
This was anything but the King's Landing he grew to know.
For this, now his eye was wide open, looking around, at everywhere, with interest. He soon noticed an abandoned mask on one of the tables, so he quickly took it and put it, leaving his mouth out. It was a bit unconfortable to wear because of the eyepatch, but he wouldn't take it off for anything. Humbly, he prefered for the commonfolk to keep on having fun.
Aemond walked among the people, looking for his relatives, and soon he found them. He couldn't believe his gace when seeing a freed Helaena dancing happily with Luke and Rhaena. She was shining behind that mask and under that hood. Her pale skin was now red becayse all of her snickering and the human heat concentrated in the room. Aemond's heart got warm at seeing her like this, though a part of him did not wanted to believe this was thanks to his nephews and cousins makings.
-Oh I cannot breath!-, Daera laughs like an aninal, holding her chest while dancing with Jace and Baela.
-It is so agglomerated!-, smiles a red Helaena.
-The more the better the music!-, cheered Rhaena.
-Aye!-, agreed Luke while clapping and jumping with her.
Aemond was walking in slow circles around them, staring from the distance how they all looked full of joy and happiness, he dares to say. Happiness. All the contrary to the wedding.
Weirdly, at the moment, he wasn't feeling uncontrollable desires of teasing them or to discuss with them. It is like they were children again, just for a short moment. And, for this, he began to smile softly, staring quietly.
Time passed, maybe one hour, in wich the olders of the group started to take some drinks, such as Baela, Daera and Jace. Helaena, who was actually the eldest of them all, did not wanted a sip of anything, and she just wanted to dance.
-Lovely-, Baela sighed at her drink. She surely has her lady mother's soft manners.
-ANOTHER!-, Daera roared and gave a big clap when letting her empty cup fall on the floor. Apparently, she has her father's not so soft manners.
-Ohh it burns!-, Jace squeaked at his beer. Hmm, not very strong of him, Aemond thought.
Rhaena and Luke were dancing together, and soon Jace and Baela were too, leaving the two princesses alone. Aemond saw how Daera hold her tightly and began to quicky dance, them both laughing as if their lifes depended on it.
He smirked unconciously at this, being able to hear Daera's drunken laugh from his place. She definitely is highly drunk, for she is the one with more drinks on her name. Aemond found this quite funny, actually, and surprising. She doesn't get drunk like his brother Aegon does, no, she actually takes the alcohol to scream and shout as much as she wanted to, being truly free among everyone else. He confessed to find that admirable, and still funny.
With that smirk still on his lips, Aemond took a brief sip from the beer he got for himself not too long ago. And when he looked up front again, he noticed a slight change of scenario.
Helaena was apparently stolen by Jace and Baela, with who she was dancing now. And Daera, sillies by her drunkness, was left alone, having presented the perfect prey for a man that was slowly getting closer to her, pervertedly licking his dry lips. She was not even aware of it, dancind and clapping on her own worriless.
Aemond left his cup on the table, forgeting about it and staring at her directly. The twat, she wasn't doing anything!
And the man kept getting closer from her side, desiring to touch her body.
Aemond bursted both of his fist on the table as he got up, looking mad at there. His longs legs begab to walk quickly, calculating that it would not be wise to make a rampage at the place or moment, meaning that he could not punch him.
He sighed stressfully, and that man's hand reached Daera's hood.
-You should take this off-. And while he gross voice was speaking, Aemond stepped in like a lightning, reaching Daera's hand in a second and dragging her away in a milisecond. They got fastly away from the man, who blinked in total confussion.
-What in the Seven Hells?!-, Daera shouted among the people, seeing how a hooded man was dragging her-. Let me go!-, she groans.
And that man also groans, facing her closely. Daera opoened her eyes big when looking at his face.
-Aemond...-she named. He let her hand go, looking down at her-. No, what are you-? Do not dare to ruin us!-, she furiousky screams.
-Easy, cousin. If I would have wanted to sabotage your trip, believe me, I would have done it long ago-, he murmured with superiority.
She furrowed her eyebrows, confused as hells.
-Why did you drag me then?-, she asked, almost smiling.
-I just saved you from the grosiest man of the Seven Kingdoms, who was planning to expose your silver mane, among other things-, Aemond quickly whispered, surprising her-. And that is why royalty does not leaves the Red Keep without guards on their back, cousin-, he reproached.
Daera sighed, letting him smell the wine on her breath, which scented almost sweet when mixed with her saliva.
-I won't take your words-. She denied, and he stared serious-. Guards or not, apparently you did had my back, cousin, did you not?-, she slowly smiles.
Aemond looks at her deeply, knitting his eyebrows a little when doing it.
-...His intentions were hostile-, he declared in a low voice, looking at her eyes.
People still danced stopless around them both.
-Thank you, my prince...-she drunkenly whispered, slow. Aemond happened to gulp, surprising himself when feeling how his cheeks burned.
-How did you know it was me? I am wearing a mask-, he then asks, changing the subject and looking around.
-So am I, but your mask does not do it's better job at masking your bloody eyepatch, I'm afraid-, she says, chuckling a little. Aemond hided a smile, bitting his inner cheeks. Was she really being funny?-...Besides, you have been following us since we sneaked from The Red Keep out, so it has been easy to keep you at sight-, Daera simply smiles.
Aemond really did froze, looking at her speakless.
-I have five annoying siblings, I must confess am good at noticing a lot of things-, she explained amused, looking into his eye.
-Then why did you get surprised when seeing me?-, he asked curious.
-A princess better act when it is better for the princess to act-. Daera whispered cleverly. Then she tip-toed a little, staring at his face closely-. I was about to play a tremendous act to that man who was dearing to almost touch me, you would have enjoyed a bit-, she amusinglt murmured.
Aemond could not hide his smile this time, laughing a little at his cousin's words. She smiled as well, staring at him stopless.
-So you were aware of that as well-, he deduced in a scoff.
-Oldest sister, I already told you-she whispered too.
-Hmm...-he hummed, almost confused while looking at her-. You seem...-he started to say.
-I am more docile when I am boozy, that is truth-, she nodded. He seemed surprised at how easy she confessed it-. That's why I hate it-, she snorted.
-Then don't, cousin-. Aemond snorted too.
She looked at him, dilated pupils.
-You will find it amusing, cousin, I am most than sure you will, but... I happen to enjoy doing things that I hate-, Daera whispered. Flirty.
Aemond's previous smile faded a little, staring at her soul with suspense, and honest amusement, looking tempted.
-Sounds like madness to me-, he shook his head briefly, causing her to smile in a sigh-...How so?-, he questioned, interested.
Daera parted her lips, staring at him while leaning to his face. Aemond looked at her carefully, feeling her heat from up close.
-To give you an example...-her mouth almost reached his ear, being at the height of his neck-...I have always wanted you to fuck me, cousin-, she quietly murmured, just for him to hear.
And that's when Aemond face teared apart, frozing completely. His eye opened so wildly it hurted, at the same time that he felt a burning wave passing through all of his body, every inch of it, at the raw confession.
Daera smiled flirty while reading his expressions.
-Princess...-he says breathless.
-But you never call me "princess"-, the brown skinned one funnily pointed.
-Princess-, he insisted, tense.
Daera took two steps back, looking at him. He looked at her as well, shoulders coming up and down with his breathing. The princess cut her gace ane began to walk. Aemond turned bemused when she passed right beside him.
Oh she was heading to the door.
-Wait-, he murmured.
Oh fuck, and she just passed the door!
He jumped in his place, took a quick glance at the happy Helaena, and then ran to the door. If he lets something happen to Daera, his mother would never forgive him, not vefore Daemon sliced him in two.
-Where are you?!-, he shouted when coming out. He did not found wise to cream her name.
-Here!-. Aemond turns his head when hearing her voice-. My Lord Cousin...-, that came from an alley. He grunted, heading there at an instant.
So he found Daera in there, almost covered by full darkness, resting her back on a dirty wall.
-This is enough-, he shouted-. We are going back to the keep- he seriously ordered.
-No we are not-, she shook her head, silly and drunk.
-Let's go!-, he grunted reaching her arms.
But Daera used that contact to suddenly lay him against the wall, pressing his wall in it and changing their positions. He looked at her shocked, and she was just smiling.
-I will get what I told you I want-, she said.
-I will not touch you-, he denied. Though his eyes glanced quickly at her sweated neckline.
-But you want to, I know you do-, Daera laughs breathless, looking at him as he was a God.
This is such surrealistic.
-You are slushed-. He looked like he tried to remember it to himself, not to her, gulping.
-Better...I won't remember a thing then-, she says, approaching, and planting a kiss on his pointy jaw.
At that moment Aemond lose it, grunting strongly as he stamped her on the wall, standing behind her back and immobilizing her arm.
The bitch dared to moan at this.
-It is not funny-, Aemond whispered.
-Your sister is, and I was hoping that you were too-, she sadly smiles, having her head turned to look at him.
-Is that what fun means to you? To tempt me in a- in a King's Landing dirty alley?-, he spitted, pressing himself against her.
-It is exactly what it means to me, at this time of the night-, she moaned in the middle of her dragged words.
Aemond snorted incredulous, planning on saying sonething, anything! But, then, Daera began to move slowly, rubbing her ass against Aemond's tight lap. He groaned surprised, forgetting everything, but he did not get away. He pressed himself more to her, furrowing his eyebrows at the feeling of pressure on his pants.
-Princess...-he whispered in shock, closing his only eye.
-You never call me princess-, she recalled with a laugh.
-And you never had expressed your desires to me-, ge groaned, pushing her back with one hand.
-...Fair point-, she nods.
Daera rubbed against him, moaning into the wall when feeling how quickly his cock started to grown in his pants and into her ass's cheeks, hardening.
The One-Eyed prince moaned loudly, putting one hand on the wall and the other one on her waist, letting her arm go. He moved againts her with a growning desire, being capable of feeling her lack of underclothes.
-You are madness itselft...-Aemond whispered, enslaved by her body's lust. And his.
-Fuck me-, she squeaked.
He bited his lips at the command, burying his pants deeper on her dress's skirt. It was feeling so good, just rubbing and rubbing his erections against her fabric with force, and she was so, so warm. And dragons do love fire.
Daera suddenly turned and faced him, takings his hips with her hands and pushing them closer to now rub him against her very core. Aemond swore with desire, resting his nose agains her hair while rocking his hips back and forth and from side to side.
It was all happening so quickly.
Daera moaned at the pressure and pleasure, holding from anywhere she could in the wall while feeling how he was literally using her dress's folded pleats as a cunt, touching hers by close constanly with his clothed cock.
-How are yoy so hard, cousin?-. She whispered in a sigh.
-It is your bloody fault-, he grunted against her forehead, suddenly kissing there with his wet lips-. I don't know how you did this...-he sighed a moan.
-You did it first to me-, Daera groaned, squeezing his butt to push him closer. Aemond moaned lowly tiltening his head, now beginning to kiss her sweet neck-. You fucking...-she ran out of air.
-Your fault-, he repeated breathless, kissing and kissing her naked shoulder. It was so delicious-. Bloody yours-, Aemond sighed in pleassure.
-Bloody ours, my prince-, she clarified biting her lips.
Blinded in lust, he moaned as lower as he could, massaging both sides of her waist while kissing her jaw and moving from above her skirt. He was reaching more speed, almost cumming on his own pants.
-Do not stop-, she pleads, eyes closed.
Aemond squeezed hardly her waist, biting his lips at the same time he began to form a satisfied smile.
-Can I touch your cunt?-, he weakly asks for, almost shy, whispering in her ear.
-Yes, yes-, she wildly permitted, making him smile-. But first let's head to my chambers...-she whispered.
-We are far from the castle-, he remembered while tracing down his hand her abdomen, slowly.
-Are...are we not in the castle?-. She suddenly asked.
And that's when Aemond remembered his duty and place back again.
He got apart from a moment to another, looking at her harshly and scared with his eye wide open underneath that mask. Daera breathed quickly and a little distracted, looking at him vaguely.
-Aemond...-she silly whispered.
She was as drunk as a Baratheon, and here he was, almost having creamed his mere pants just because of some words of her, like he was Aegon. How low of him.
-You can touch it-, remembered Daera tightening her legs while looking at him-. Touch my cunt, Aemond, finish-, she groaned.
Aemond roared taking her arm and dragging her out, at last, of that alley. She was obligated to fastly walk back to the dance room again, crossing those doors and listening to the loud music being played.
-What happened!?-, madly, she asked for an explanation of the abrupt interruption of their encounter.
-No words of this to your beloved siblings-. It's what he says, without looking at her, and she stared at him coldly-. Or mine-, he added.
-There you are!-, Baela is heard.
They both turned, finding all of their siblings approaching with surprised and dismayed faces. Aemond made sure to hide his still living erection. He really started wondering how did she got him so hard...
-Aemond-, Helaena stopped surprised when seeing him.
-What are you doing in here!?-, snorted Rhaena in desbelief.
-Enjoying the ball, cousin, just as you all-. Aemond smiled burlesque-. But it is time to go now-, he ordered.
-Sure-, scoffed Lucerys.
-Let her go!-, grunted Jace taking Daera's free arm and getting her away from him on an instant.
Daera and Aemond looked at each other briefly.
-How did you found us?-, Baela asked madly, having Luke behind her.
-We share the same hair, children, some hoods are not enough to fool me-, he said serious, and they snorted while Helaena smiled a little sad, wondering why he didn't dance with them then-. Well, some of us do, I might add-, he stared at the Velaryon boys, needing to focus on another thing that werent't Daera's image.
Luke and Jace tighted their fists when being offended.
-Alright!-, the very Daera grunted, as firm as she could-. We are now leaving. The hour is late and we must return before somebody finds out we are gone-, she ordered. Aemond stared at her with his lips furrowed. His erection shook when seeing her commanding.
Slowly, they all began to nod to her. Aemond grew jealous, for nobody paid attention to him before.
-I had the best time!-, Helaena smiles opening her arms and hugging Luke un these.
Her brother stared angrily, until Daera reached his attention just by sighing.
-Lead the way, then, cousin-, she taunts.
Aemond stared at her with a soft warning, to then turning around in a low humm, opening the doors.
-Oh but the dragon won't follow the lighthouse-, Helaena whispered suddenly to herself.
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