#helaena smut
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Two Souls, Entwined
summary: dreams & dirty talk || helaena has been plagued with visions; things between her and her lady in waiting finally reach a boiling point
pairing: helaena targaryen x f!reader
warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, wlw, mutual pining, angst but happy ending, dry humping, breast/nipple play, dirty talk but make it poetic and loving, slight aegon slander i broke my own heart, i love helaena sm, there needs to be more content for her i love her, let me know if i missed anything!!
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Helaena sighs when she opens her eyes and blinks, disoriented by the early morning light, her head still clouded with sleep.
“Your friend is not a friend yet not your foe…” She whispers to the emptiness of her chambers, the cryptic phrase a familiar one now as it had been making its home in her head for the past few weeks.
Sitting up with a groan, she pauses at the edge of her bed, staring blankly ahead as the cloudy figures from her dream seem to swirl around her still. She was growing frustrated with the shadowy shapes, as much as she hated to admit it – she did not often enjoy her dreams, they often brought news of unpleasant tidings, secrets that she alone seemed expected to bear, but for the past few weeks her dreams had been… pleasant. Joyous, in fact. Yet they seemed much further away than the others, only revealing small slivers of information to her night after night.
She smiles softly as she gives one last glance out the window before padding over to the vanity in her chambers, determined to brush out her hair before the maids have the chance, they were always too rushed and hurried. Her mind drifts back to her dream as she runs a comb through her fair hair; lately, this mysterious dream seemed to be the only thing she could focus on for very long.
The figure in it seemed so familiar, moving around her as if it was an old friend, someone safe. She sighed again as she thought, blushing despite herself as she recalled her latest vision, remembering how the shadow had moved about her, as if in a courting dance, before it leaned in closely, though if it were for a kiss or to whisper a secret she didn’t know.
“Your friend is not a friend yet not your foe.” She repeats, as if the repeating will somehow reveal more.
It puzzles her greatly, the feelings of safety mixed with distinct romantic desire, a deep wanting from somewhere within her. There aren’t many people she even feels safe around, and even less so those she’d ever felt romantic longing for, and a much shorter list followed of people who had ever felt romantic longing for her. She feels secure around her mother, of course, and grandsire and her precious younger brothers, but she cannot help but wrinkle her nose with disgust at the thought of romantic intent with any of them.
She blinks, setting her hairbrush down and biting her lip as she thinks. I feel safe with Aegon, she ponders, brows knitting together, He’s never given me a reason to not feel safe but… She sighs, not bothering to finish the thought. She was well aware her marriage was one of politics, not of love. She remembers there had been whispers of many suitors when she’d finally come of age; everyone from Aegon and Aemond to her half-sister’s bastard sons had been considered, and though Helaena appreciated some more than others… she didn’t desire any of them.
Before she can help herself, her blue eyes flit over her own curves as she gazes at herself in the mirror, wishing, as she had so many times before, that she could reach out and feel her own reflection – feel a mirrored twin with similar soft skin and supple flesh. She wishes that soft, delicate fingers could touch her as well; she had grown tired of rough, battle worn touches long ago.
Someone I feel safe with and feel romantic longing for, she thinks again, blinking rapidly as a familiar face immediately springs to mind yet again, just as it had every time she’d pondered this mystery for the last few weeks, only growing more frustrated. It can’t be, she’d decided that long ago, long before this vision began.
But...
The Gods only ever seemed to show her visions that were assured, that would come to fruition, one way or another. Maybe… maybe that meant that y–
No, she thought, locking eyes with her reflection, Don’t be ridiculous.
She smiles as she hears her chamber doors opening, at the same time they do every morning, and turns around on the ornate, cushioned chair at her vanity, her eyes locking with your familiar ones as you waltz it.
“Good morning, Princess,” her heart beats a mite faster at the sound of your voice, at the bright smile that graces your lips as you stride to her, “I trust you slept well?”
“Good morning, sweet friend,” she greets you brightly, standing and pulling you into a hug as she did every day, “I did, quite peacefully, actually. And you?” She asked, trying to ignore the small voice that longed to hold you more closely, as she did everyday.
“I did as well,” your hand lingers in hers for a moment as she steps away, sitting back at her vanity as the maids arrive, instantly fluttering around the two of you like a kaleidoscope of butterflies, “After we break fast, would you like to come to the gardens with me?”
Helaena merely nods, though inside she buzzes, her heart fluttering like a bird’s wings.
I would follow you into the Seven Hells, she longs to say.
You wake with a small start, your hand instantly flying to your lips. You could swear they still tingle for a second from when she’d kissed you, just before you’d woken up. Blushing, you glance around your chambers, as if there would be anyone else there, and finding them empty leaves you both relieved and disappointed all at once.
Sighing, you slide off of your plush bed and walk over to your small vanity and use the small wash basin to splash water on your face. A small thrill shoots up your spine as you glance over your shoulder in the mirror, knowing from the position of the light filtering through your windows that it’s nearly time to go find your friend.
Friend.
It’s a funny word, you think, not one you would have imagined assigning to the princess all the many years ago when you’d arrived at King’s Landing, young and eager to be a lady in waiting for Helaena. You can’t help the smile that blooms on your lips each time you think of her, your quiet, captivating princess. You meet your own gaze in the mirror and frown, looking at yourself in the way a disappointed parent would look at a child.
Not yours, you chide, like repeating it over and over would make it hurt any less, Not yours, not yours, not yours.
Sighing yet again, you rise from your spot at the vanity and quickly grab your robes, eager to escape your own thoughts.
“This one is the iphiclides podalirius,” Helaena says, her voice soft as she marvels at the delicate butterfly perched on the back of her hand, “More commonly called the scarce swallowtail, I believe. It’s truly remarkable, normally they don’t travel this far north, though I’m told they’re a common sight in the gardens of Sunspear.”
“Then we are quite lucky to see it,” you smile, setting your embroidery hoop on the bench beside you as you study the yellow and black striped insect, though your eyes seem to drift to the princess on their own; you can’t help but smile as you see the way her beautiful sapphire eyes light up as she examines the small creature, “It’s very beautiful.”
Like you, you think, swallowing down the words.
“Would you like to hold her?” Helaena asks, looking at you hopefully.
As always, you nod, aware that you were the only one who seemed to entertain her fascination with insects and plants. Selfishly, you liked that.
Slowly and carefully, Helaena guides the butterfly onto the back of your hand; the two of you sitting close together, close enough for your shoulders to press together. A giggle leaves you at the feel of the insect's feet on your skin, so small and light, like tiny, faint kisses.
“Perhaps she was drawn to the hydrangeas,” the princess muses, “Those are new this year, though I suppose any of the other very colorful plants would spark her fancy as well, like the lilac or poppies or…”
It takes you a second to notice that she’s gone quiet next to you and you finally tear your gaze away from the butterfly, frowning slightly when you see the look on her face, her blue eyes hazy and unfocused as they flit back and forth like she’s watching figures you cannot see.
“Princess?” You ask softly, reaching out to take her hand, only halfway aware of the butterfly fluttering away, “Helaena?” You ask again, a bit louder, gripping her hand tighter.
“Your friend is not a friend yet not your foe…” She whispers, so faintly that the words scarcely leave her lips. Your frown only deepens, your eyebrows knitting together as you shake your head, trying to make sense of her words.
“What?” You ask softly, used to hearing her mutter odd phrases but seeing her in a trance was something altogether different, “Helaena? Should I go fetch the maester?” You don’t know why you ask her, not expecting a response.
The figure danced in front of her again, clouded in darkness, though instead of feeling cold and empty like the dark so often did to her, these shadows hugged Helaena like a blanket.
She blinked, and suddenly everything changed, becoming clear as if she’d blinked away tears. The clarity was startling for a second as the edges of the figure sharpened before her, still leaning toward her as if it meant to whisper an amorous secret.
Finally, her eyes focused and in that moment, she felt as if she could be knocked over by the air current made from the flittery wings of a butterfly.
You.
It was you, just as she’d always suspected, standing before her as if you’d always been there.
Your friend is not a friend yet not your foe. The phrase repeats in her mind like a mantra as she stares at you, marveling at the way you stare at her.
Like she’s precious, something to be fawned over. Something to be… loved?
Her heart hammers wildly in her chest as she reaches out, her fingers finally skimming over your cheek.
She could cry, perhaps she is crying, she doesn’t know. The only thing she’s sure of is that this feels so right, like a puzzle piece within her has finally shifted and slotted into place.
Just as it crosses her mind to lean in and kiss you, the vision falls away, words echoing in her mind as the gardens come back into focus.
Not a friend.
Not a friend.
Not a friend.
Yet...
Not a foe.
“Helaena, please!” You beg, urgency coating your voice as you lean in closer, closer than you’d ever dared before, praying to see some spark of recognition in the princess’s eyes.
Suddenly, she seems to come back to herself, gasping as you jump back away from her, startled.
“Oh!” She breathes, blinking a couple times before her blue eyes finally fix themselves on you, “I’m so sorry, I don’t… I don’t know what came over me.”
You shake your head quickly, moving back toward her and taking her hands in yours once more, your heart twisting as you notice them trembling slightly. “There’s no need to apologize, I’m just happy you’re alright.”
The two of you sit in silence for a moment, Helaena staring at you in a way that makes your cheeks heat up, as if she’s seeing you for the first time, before she seems to catch herself and look away, much to your disappointment.
“Was that one of your dreams?” You ask softly, looking down to where her hand rests within yours.
“Yes.” She says simply, her eyes locked on the way your fingers overlap hers as she desperately tries to ignore the voice in her head telling her to enterwine them.
“What did you see?” You ask, catching her gaze again. There’s a fire in her eyes now that makes you shiver.
She’s quiet for a moment, neither of you so much as breathing as you stare at each other – the princess looking at you so intently you wonder if she’s trying to hear your thoughts. You pray she can’t.
“Nothing of importance,” she says finally, pulling her hands away and standing from the bench suddenly, “They’re just shapes, really. Fuzzy things.”
“Alright,” you smile as you stand with her, picking up your embroidery hoop from where it had been abandoned at your side, “If you ever wish to discuss them, I would be more than happy to listen.” You tell her, desperately wanting to hold on to whatever moment you had just shared with her.
She merely nods with a small, soft smile and holds her arm out for you to take, “Let’s go, we don’t want to be late for supper.”
The fire warming your skin from the hearth in Helaena’s chambers normally felt cozy and inviting, but tonight the heat of it was stifling as the two of you sit in silence. Each of you is presumably working on an embroidery piece, although the atmosphere feels more like that of a stalemate with each passing moment.
You can feel her looking at you, sneaking glances every minute or so. You imagine she can probably feel the same, perhaps that’s why she keeps looking your way, because you can’t seem to keep your eyes off her either.
Finally, the tension in the room seems to boil over and you can’t take it anymore; your fingers dig into the wood of your embroidery hoop as you gather the courage to speak.
“Have I… Are you cross with me?”
“Pardon?” The princess asks, jumping a bit before laying her hoop at her side, her eyes wide as she looks at you unabashedly now.
“You, well, you keep looking at me. I just, I’m hoping I haven’t offended you in some way.” You chance a glance at Helaena and quickly do a double take, heart clenching in your chest when you see that she looks as if she’s about to cry.
“You haven’t,” she breathes, shaking her head emphatically, locks of pale hair cascading down her shoulders as she does, “I simply… I was considering the dreams I’ve been having, the one I had earlier today.”
“But what does that have to do with me?”
“You’ve been in them!” She says suddenly, loudly, like she has to force out the words.
“What?” You blink.
She sighs heavily and swallows, wringing her hands on her lap. “You were in them. You have been for weeks.”
You wonder if the princess can hear your heart beating rapidly in your chest as you blink, silently praying to whichever of the Gods may be listening that Helaena’s dreams and your dreams were not somehow intertwined. In the back of your mind, you knew your pleas were useless.
Your mouth opens and closes a few times like a fish that’s been plucked from the water before you finally find your voice, “What… what am I doing in them?” Your whole body buzzes, fearing the answer and desperately needing it all at once.
The princess hesitates, you want to scream as you can all but see her weighing her options in her mind before she finally, finally speaks.
“Courting me, kissing me.”
A small withering, wounded noise passes your lips at her words. You feel dizzy, the room spinning as you feel as though the entire world is crashing down around you while at the same time, it’s as if a mountain’s worth of weight has been lifted from your shoulders.
“And your visions… they only show things already fated to occur?” You feel frozen as you ask, not a muscle in your body moving. You know the answer even as the question leaves your lips, but you need to hear her say it.
Helaena sighs and shakes her head, a frown cutting across her pretty face, “That’s why it’s frustrating,” she bites, spitting the words like the mere act of explaining is painful, “This one cannot come to pass, I do not understand why I see it…”
She keeps speaking, talking through her annoyance, but the sound of your own blood pumping wildly through your veins blocks out her words.
No, your head pounds as you silently scream, No, no, no! Please, just let me explain, give me a chance, I’ll do any—
A loud sob cuts through your thoughts; the world seems to wrench its way back to you as you look at the princess, eyes widening when you see the tears flowing down her flushed cheeks.
“You could never truly wish to…” She says slowly, brokenly, words fading like she can’t even bear to say them.
“I do.” The words feel punched from your chest like you’re holding your heart out to the open air.
Helaena’s ocean eyes cut to yours as her breath hitches, the both of you not daring to move a muscle as you sit together on the small sofa in her chambers; the fire crackling in the hearth is the only indication that time has not ceased to exist.
You aren’t sure who moves first, maybe the Gods have threaded the two of you together so tightly that you move as one, you can’t be sure.
But her lips are on yours.
And her hands cup your cheeks as yours scramble to fit around her waist, four hands poised on a knife’s edge.
You sigh against each other, pulled together like a knot in a thread, and you gasp as you find yourselves pressed together, chest to chest.
Finally, you part for air, panting together as you stare, foreheads pressed together.
“Princess—“
“You love me?” She asks, swiping a thumb over your cheek; it’s only then you realize you’re crying.
“Yes,” you breathe, your hands grip her tighter, pulling her impossibly closer to you, “And you?”
“Yes,” she echos, her thighs slotting over one of yours as she climbs atop your lap, “You are my heart beating out of my body.”
Her words zap through you and your heart twists in your chest as your hands clamber against her, your lips press against hers again urgently. Twin moans, muffled into each other's mouths, sound between you as your hands cup her rear, pressing her more urgently against you.
“You are beautiful,” you sigh, hands grabbing at her plush curves through the silk fabric of her skirts, “You’re so soft and —“
“Warm,” she breathes, moaning into the column of your neck as her lips move against your skin, “You’re so warm, my love, like the sun.”
My love. The pet name sends a shiver down your spine as the two of you move together, pressing kisses against whatever patches of skin you can find, rocking together instinctually. The firmness of her thigh presses deliciously against your center, your skirts rucked up enough to bare your smallclothes, which press welty against your core.
You gasp, pressing a kiss to the princess’s collarbone as her hips move tantalizingly on your thigh, the warmth between her legs nearly suffocating as you whimper and sign against each other’s soft skin.
“I have always loved you,” you confess, nearly coming undone as she begins tugging at the ties at the bosom of your gown, her hands shaking as she pulls them loose, “Always, from the first moment I saw you.”
She makes a noise between a moan and sob as she finally tugs your bodice loose, and you whimper as her lithe fingers ghost over your breasts, causing your back to arch into her touch. “I’ve always loved you too,” she sighs as her soft hands cup your chest, kneading the flesh in her palms, “I always wanted to court you, marry you, I,” her voice breaks off in a faint, high-pitched whine as you finally manage to unbutton the bodice of her gown, she savors the feel of your lips and hands against her breasts for a moment more before continuing, “Gods, I wished to bed you, I’ve always longed to know what you would feel like, how sweet you’d taste.”
Her confessions nearly make you weep as you kiss over the fat of her breasts, keening into her supple skin as she delicately pinches at your nipples, “I have only ever thought of you, my sweet princess,” your chest heaves as you speak, your words muffled as you lick over her nipple, “When I sleep, when I wake, when I–” The words stick in your throat as you freeze, peering up at her through your lashes, somehow still impossibly afraid of going too far, or too fast, or too anything.
“When you what?” She asks, her voice so soft and sweet as she stares down at you, her fingers digging into your breast and side as her sapphire eyes flit between yours, “Tell me, my love, when you what?” She urges, her hips moving somehow more desperately against yours, only serving to fuel the fire slowly building within you.
“Gods, when I touch myself,” you whisper, shuddering as she lets out a breathy moan above you, “When I peak, sweet princess, I think only of you.” Your confession ends in a sharp gasp as she angles you backwards, anchoring you to her with an arm wrapped tightly around your waist. Her lips trail down your neck and collarbone before finally, she presses firm, fiery kisses to your breast, panting as she wraps her petal pink lips around your nipple and sucks, pressing her thigh more firmly against your center as she does.
“I think only of you too,” she breathes, blue eyes fluttering up to yours as your hands tangle in her pale locks, “Every time I touch myself, I dream of you,” she mumbles around your breast, her touch all but burning into you as she kisses across your chest before mouthing at the other side, “When my brother beds me, it is you I see, my precious lady.”
You practically sob as her admission sends you reeling, each cell in your body bursting like lightning from a stormcloud as you peak. You’re useless to do much else other than tremble in her hold as shivers travel in currents down your spine, your smallclothes no doubt ruined as your center clenches frantically at nothing, your pearl so taut and achy as it twitches against the princess’s thigh.
You don’t waste a second when your high subsides, moving frantically as you push Helaena back, slotting yourself perfectly atop her, pressing your thigh between her legs like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do. Your skirts fan out around your bodies, blanketing your forms in a soft sea of silk, your bare chests pressed tightly together as you rut against her, needing to see her awash with pleasure more than you need breath in your lungs.
“My love, my sweet princess,” you sigh into her mouth, your tongues swirling together as she all but cries beneath you, her hands digging possessively into your waist, “I am yours, my love, until the end of my days.” You swear, pressing your thigh tightly against her center, and your heart soars as she finally shatters in your grasp.
You watch, enraptured, as she peaks; mesmerized at the blush that blooms on her skin, at the way her blue eyes roll back as her eyes flutter closed, at how her breasts heave as she sucks in desperate breaths. The sounds she makes seem to pierce into your soul, each whimper and moan and cry ripping away parts of you until your heart is stripped bare, beating only for her.
The two of you lay in a heady silence for many moments, the only sounds being your soft, panting breaths as you each come down and the ever-present crackle sounding from the hearth.
“Your friend is not a friend yet not your foe.” Helaena whispers, her voice raspy as she speaks.
“Pardon?” You ask, pulling back from her embrace just enough to meet her gaze.
“That phrase,” she explains, her eyes glimmering in the firelight as a smile steadily blossoms on her pink lips, “I kept hearing it, in my dreams about you.”
You stay silent, tracing soft circles on her soft skin, leaving room for her to continue.
“I wasn’t sure at first, but now I see.”
“Hm?”
You aren’t my friend, the Gods spoke truthfully,” she beams, radiating joy as she studies your face, “You’re my love.”
Her statement is simple, but it makes you smile all the same as you press a sweet kiss to her lips.
“Yes,” you nod, pulling back to meet her eyes as you lay a hand over her heart, “Always.”
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The Impossible Choice (52)
[ Aemond • Targaryen x Baratheon! • female ]
[ warnings: sex content, angst, smut, mention of rape, incest ]
[description: Aemond comes to Storm’s End to choose his future consort. However, Lord Borros Baratheon presents him with only four of his five daughters. Being attached to his youngest child, he does not want to marry her. The prince, however, thwarts his and her plans with his decision. This is slow burn, with a lot of dark angst and sexual tension. (Anon Request)]
* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *
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Helaena had always known that she was a little different from everyone else. It seemed to her as if she saw the world through a fog, unclear, her dreams sometimes overlapping with reality.
She saw things in her sleep, in the water and in the fire, felt them subconsciously under her skin. She felt when something was approaching, when destiny was coming. She felt when Jace and Luke went to take her brother's eye away and she knew there was nothing that could be done about it.
That this was the price for him taming Vhagar.
She had always liked Jace; he was kind and polite towards her, sometimes they would talk to each other over dinner and fly through the skies together. She thought she could have a husband like that in the future, it didn't bother her that he was a child from an illegitimate bed.
Unlike the rest of her family, it didn't matter to her.
Her mother and grandfather, however, decided otherwise.
She was to marry her elder brother.
Aegon always needed a lot of attention and cried cruelly when their mother left him with their nanny. He always wanted to be with her, wanted her to be there for him, but his grandfather had told him from an early age that he cried like a girl.
He would stop crying then and sit in silence, clenching his lips so that he was almost blue, suffocating whatever wanted to come out of him, trembling all over.
She would come up to him then and embrace him. She sat beside him, only quiet, high pitched, mournful squeaks coming out of his throat.
She pitied him.
He suffered from the absence of their father and mother the most of them all. He could not cope with the fact that he could never be weak, his every effort ending in failure, as if he was doomed to it.
He couldn't understand her. He didn't know why she was fascinated by insects and he didn't want to know, he never asked her. He quickly became interested in women, their attention, their touch and tenderness replacing his closeness to his own mother, his need to be loved by someone at least for a moment.
Although she wanted to be able to give him this, his contained, wild nature did not allow them to get close to each other. During their wedding night, he cried, completely drunk, saying he couldn't do it. She stood before him in her white nightgown, resigned and sad, knowing that nothing she said or did would change the fact that he was a broken man.
He didn't want her love, he wanted her to be someone completely different. For her to look different.
But she was herself and there was nothing she could do about it.
When he finally got the courage, when she felt him inside her the discomfort and pain were indescribable. He tried to prepare her for it, but she was too tense and frightened.
She began to cry along with him and he apologised to her quietly. They had done their duty, but they were unable to even look at each other. They knew that what had happened between them was wrong, cruel, inappropriate.
Yet it was exactly what was expected of them.
The heirs to the throne.
They both breathed a sigh of relief when it was revealed that she was pregnant. He stopped visiting her chamber then, indulging in his beloved drunkenness and women, any who were willing to warm his bed. She knew there was no point in discussing it with him.
It wouldn't have changed anything anyway.
They rejoiced together for the first time when he took their children in his arms. He was visibly proud, pleased because she had given birth to two children, not one, on top of which one of them was a son. He considered it half his success.
He then asked how she was feeling and whether she had handled the birth well. However, he then disappeared from her life again until Borros Baratheon's youngest daughter arrived in the Red Keep.
She and Aemond formed a wordless, close bond and she felt subconsciously why he had chosen her. Despite her younger brother's brutality and dark nature, he craved tenderness and closeness while needing someone with a strong character beside him.
She was pleased when the smiling, joyful girl began to visit her, their pleasant, long conversations making her repetitive, grey days more enjoyable.
For the first time she had someone to confide in. She knew that she was not the type of person prone to gossip, and she herself, having already married her brother, would sometimes tell her what she was facing.
When she and Aemond did not speak to each other she would support her in her decision to let him choose for himself to approach her again.
Nothing good ever came out of forcing her younger brother to do anything.
However, she noticed something in Aegon that began to worry her. He would appear in places where they walked, chatting up Lady Baratheon at dinner. She feared that her husband would do something to her, that he would hurt her like he did to their servants.
In the end, however, he did not hurt her brother's wife, but her.
She tried not to cry or scream, pressing her face against the pillow as he moved inside her so violently and quickly that her body trembled in convulsions, her hands clenched on the bedding.
She burst out sobbing when he finished, when he started apologising again, when he hugged her. She felt empty, washed of emotion, unworthy of anyone's love or affect. She didn't need or want anything, she just wanted peace and quiet.
And suddenly, after she had exploded, after she had confronted him after his coronation, Aegon snapped. He hugged her for the first time in his life, his words sincere and from the bottom of his heart.
He promised not to hurt her again.
She did not believe him; however, he had indeed stopped visiting her at night. Instead, he started visiting her during the day.
At first, he would simply come to see their children, and she would sit and embroider during this time, watching them from the sidelines. Despite his nature, Aegon tried to be a good father, giving their children more attention than Viserys gave them.
He surprised her one day when, after Aemond had left the Red Keep and set off for Harrenhal, followed by his wife, he asked if they would have supper together.
She knew what he would ask her.
"Did you help her?" He asked quietly, taking a sip of wine, putting a bit of cooked porridge on his plate from the platter beside him. Helaena looked up at him.
"Yes."
She wondered what he would do with this information. He, however, only nodded and changed the subject, asking her about a gift for their Mother for her Name Day.
They ate with each other more and more, and his persona slowly stopped frightening her. He did not touch her and kept his distance, still feeling remorse and shame for what he had done to her.
It made her feel less alone.
However, it was after his return from the Battle of the Eyrie that he broke his word. He came to her dressed in his chemise and trousers, waking her in the middle of the night. She felt her body tense up all over, terrified of what she expected him to do.
"Can I sleep next to you tonight?" He asked quietly, and she pressed her lips together at his words. She knew what was occupying his thoughts.
Daeron.
She moved slightly away, making room for him, and he came up slowly, laying down beside her, facing her. They stared at each other for a moment, his eyes puffy, his lips parted in an uneven breath. He began to cry loudly, mournfully, clenching his eyelids as if trying to hold it back like when he was a child. Her hand involuntarily rose, stroked his cheek.
"Cry." She said quietly, and then a wave of tears and moans left his throat as if he needed to hear it, to be able to finally release all the grief he had held inside him for years.
He pressed his face to her chest seeking help, comfort, and she did not push him away. She embraced him, stroking his hair, weeping with him over the fate of their beloved little brother.
When she woke the next day she felt his body next to hers, his arm hugging her waist, his nose in her hair. She could feel his breath on her neck, but it was not unpleasant. He didn't smell of wine, his embrace wasn't painful or ambiguous. She thought that if he wanted to sleep in her chamber more often, she would let him.
At Daeron's funeral, when her brother-husband broke down once more, she grasped his cheek in her palm and directed his face at her.
"Our brother is no longer suffering. Don't let his body rot." She whispered in pain and he pressed his lips together. He nodded and looked again at the pyre before them.
She watched as her youngest brother's body disappeared into the flames and closed her eyes.
She was surprised to feel a sting in her heart when Floris Baratheon appeared before her husband. That she felt pain watching her brother-husband devour her with his eyes.
She felt pain at the thought that she had hoped something would change between them.
When he came to her after a few days to tell her that he wanted to take a second wife she looked at him for a long moment with her lips parted.
It broke her heart.
Aegon knelt before her, taking her hands in his own, looking at her pleadingly.
"Just say one word and I won't do it. I promised you I would not hurt you again. However, I feel lonely, sister. I would so much like to finally experience happiness."
She agreed.
She wanted him to be happy.
She had always wanted that.
But what Aemond had said to her as he held her in his arms had planted a seed of uncertainty in her heart, had lowered the veil that showed her the future that awaited her and her children. She thought she had to do something. It wasn't about forgiving or forgetting.
It was about her and her children.
About their safety.
She wanted to do something for herself at last.
In the evening she asked her maid to prepare her bath. She lay in a tub filled with water mixed with fragrant oils, then combed her long white hair and dressed in the most beautiful, most ornate nightgown she had. She knew she had to act quickly and instructed her maid to tell her husband that she wanted to visit him in his chamber.
After a few minutes, her maid returned and said that the king would receive her.
Walking down the corridor she passed Floris Baratheon, whom Aegon had apparently asked out so that she could speak to her. She felt a strange sense of satisfaction at that thought and smiled sleepily.
As she stepped inside Aegon rose from his seat, looking at her frightened and confused. He walked over to her and touched her shoulder. She did not push him away.
"Is something wrong? Something with our children?" He asked and she did not answer him. She stared at him, having trouble getting what she wanted to say out of her throat.
"This is our last night." She whispered and he furrowed his brow, not understanding what she was talking about.
"This is the last night you can have me as your wife. In which you can change what I have experienced. Can it be enjoyable for me?" She asked, her voice trembling at the last words, tears starting to flow from her eyes.
She didn't know why, but she longed for him to touch her, for him not to be violent, to tell her that she too was beautiful, that she too could be loved and desired. She saw his lip tremble, he swallowed difficulty, shaking his head.
"I…sister, what are you talking about?" He asked, his hand touching her cheek uncertainly as if to check for a fever.
"Do it properly for once. For at least one night pretend you ever loved me." She whispered in a breaking voice, and he wept along with her, as if her words were driving straight into his heart. He caught her cheeks in his hands, stepping closer to her.
"I love you. After all, you know I love you."
She kissed him.
For the first time of her own free will, for the first time seeking something for herself, for her body, for her pleasure. She didn't want to think about who he was or what he had done, to think about how much he had hurt her over the years.
For one night she wanted to forget, to imagine that they were happy, that he wanted her. She drew in a loud breath as his hand tightened in her hair and pulled her to him so that she bumped against his body, her fingers tightening on his back.
She didn't move away when she felt his tongue between her lips, she didn't move away when she felt his large hand clamp down on her buttock, when she felt his manhood pulsing hard in his trousers.
"Do you want this? Do you really want this?" He exhaled between the chaos of their teeth, lips and tongues, their fingers clenched tightly on the fabric of their clothes.
"Yes."
Never before had he been so tender to her, so slow and steady. His lips roamed her body, placing soft, wet kisses on her skin.
He asked her if she wanted this before he pressed his lips around her nipple and began to suck on it, asked her if she wanted this when his hand slid between her thighs, asked her if she wanted this before he sat between her legs and pressed his tongue into her hot interior.
She had never felt anything like this before, it felt like her whole body was trembling from the spasms and moans that were erupting from her throat, she didn't know that it could have felt like this, that the whole terrifying act for her could have been so wonderfully peaceful and safe.
When he entered her, for the first time doing so while looking at her face, she was surprised to find that she felt no discomfort. He slid in and out of her with ease, she could hear the quiet, sticky click of her juices each time his thighs slapped against her buttocks.
He leaned over her once in a while to kiss her, and she reciprocated the gesture, clasping her hands in his hair. She could see him looking at her with uncertainty, not believing this was really happening, his body wet and sweaty just like hers.
"Tell me if you want me to stop." He exhaled as his thrusts became more brutal, his hand finding a spot between her thighs from where her whole body trembled in pleasure, she felt the tension in her body reach its zenith.
"Do not stop." She whispered, clenching her eyes, panting along with him, and he groaned loudly at her words, speeding up, her hips coming up to meet him, the bed beneath them creaking loudly.
"Will you come tomorrow too? Will you visit me in my bed?" He exhaled as he looked at her, and she felt something happen, her whole body shuddered, heat and pleasure like she had never known before spilling over her body. Aegon groaned and cursed loudly as he felt her begin to clench around his length, unable to stop fucking her, seeking his own fulfilment.
"− yes − yes −" She whispered softly. He gasped loudly and embraced her, she felt him come inside her, his semen spilling over her insides.
He collapsed on top of her and they both lay like that, panting and trembling. She stared at the baldachin above her with her lips slightly parted, unable to calm herself, her body still going through shivers of pleasure. She heard him swallow loudly, his nose pressed against her cheek.
"Stay with me."
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Hi, I don’t know if you take requests but if you do, could you please do Helaena smut?
Hey, sorry for taking so long to reply! One shot from the Endless Love series 💕
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Pairing: Helaena Targaryen × Reader
Word Count: 844
Warnings: Incest, oral sex, fingering, sex toy, praising
Summary: Helaena helps you get over your hangover
A/N: All characters are 18+! minors DNI
The gentle moans that emanate from your beautiful queen's mouth drown out the ringing in your ears. Head leaning back against Helaena’s arm for support, you lay across her chest, sucking one of her breasts into your mouth while your hand palms at the other.
Helaena had sought a way to help you feel better while the wooziness of your night of indulging in ale with your husband wore off. A smile graced her lips as she pulled down the front of her nightdress, summing you over the chair she was sitting in to lay over her lap. You happily obliged, and pleasing her always pleased you. Helaena and Aegon were betrothed and married under the eyes of the faith of the Seven, but the burning desire between you and Aegon never ceased, and your love for Helaena grew stronger each day. Not long after his first wedding, you and Aegon married in a traditional Valyrian Wedding ceremony, making you his second wife, meaning he now had two women whom he deeply loved by his side.
Although you technically weren’t married to Helena, you still saw her as yours to protect, love, and cherish. In your eyes, she was yours. You knew Helaena’s body as if it were your own; you knew how she liked to be touched and when she wanted to be touched. Biting your lower lip, you let her breast go with a pop. Kissing her softly, you remove yourself from her lap, sinking down to your knees. Lifting her hips up, Helaena pulls her nightdress up, giving you access to her core. Your fingers dig into her thighs as you settle between her thighs, swiping your tongue over her core. You swipe your tongue over the hood of her clit before plunging it inside her. Helaena squeezes at her breast while you move your attention back to her clit and begin sucking on it. A high-pitched moan leaves her lips as she sinks into the back of your head, holding you in place as she cums into your mouth.
“You taste so good,” you say, kissing her thighs. “Do you want to cum again?”
“Yes,” she breathes out, running her hand through your hair and pushing it out of your face. “Please, please keep going.”
“Of course,” you lick a strip up her core, causing her to shiver, “how do you want it, my queen?”
Her eyes land on the small box that is sticking out from underneath your shared bed; inside it is her favorite toy. “Hmm.” You put your thumb on her clit and started to slowly rub it. “I’ll need to get you ready first, my love.”
Slowly, you slid a finger into her, causing her to moan. You added another, then another. It drives you crazy feeling how tight she is. Helaena’s slick drips from her core down her pale thighs, coating your fingers. You speed up your actions on her clit, causing her breathing to become hitched. Grinning, you slow down your actions, causing her to frown.
“Don’t be lazy,” you tease. “If you want to cum on my fingers, you’re going to need to work for it.”
Gripping the sides of the chair for leverage, Helaena begins to thrust her hips up and down, grinding down on your fingers. You kitten lick at her clit, tipping her over the edge. Her legs clamp around your hand as her orgasm overtakes her. You remove your fingers and kiss her thigh as Helaena comes down from her high.
Her fingers dip down to her core, rubbing at her clit, “please get the toy and fuck me.”
Chuckling, you rise to your feet to go retrieve the toy. Your husband's high sex drive was common knowledge amongst the people of King's Landing, while your sweet queen's was a secret; she was insatiable. When you return to your previous spot, you see Helaena has removed her nightdress, having tossed it to the side before gripping the back of the chair and arching her back.
You smack her bare arse playfully and say, “my wicked girl.”
You pour a small amount of oil on the toy before pressing it to her entrance, and Helaena pushes back onto it. Your own wetness starts to dribble down your legs as you watch the toy disappear between her folds. “Such a good girl, taking it so well.” You nip at her ear. “I can tell you want to cum again; show me how much you want it; be a good little queen; and cum for a third time.”
Helaena screams as she cums for a third time. She puffs out a short laugh as she sits the toy onto a cloth for it to be cleaned later. She turns back around to face you and slumps back, catching her breath. “That was... something else; do you feel better now?”
“My hangover is long forgotten.”
Helaena smiles down at you with such adoration in her lilac eyes that you swear you have fallen more in love with her just from that look alone.
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A Dragon's Wedding
pairing: Fanon!Halaena Targaryen x Male OC
summary: The wedding of Helaena and Rhaegal is finally here. And so is the wedding night.
Word count: 5,5K
Warnings: Fluff, incest, mention of alcohol, mention of blood, smut, P in V, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Slight breeding kink
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The air in Rhaegal's chamber was charged with anticipation. The grand stone walls of Dragonstone cast a cool, muted light on the scene within. Rhaegal Targaryen, the soldier prince, stood before a polished mirror, his mismatched eyes capturing a flicker of excitement he would never admit to anyone.
One eye was a striking amethyst, inherited from the Targaryen line; the other, a piercing shade of blue, a unique feature shared with his mother. His tall, lean figure bore the marks of a warrior, a testament to his years of rigorous training. Silverlight, his sword, hung proudly on his belt, a symbol of his skill and valor.
As he stood in front of the mirror, Rhaegal's platinum-blonde hair cascaded down to just below his shoulders, its shimmering strands the color of dragonfire. He had chosen to leave it loose, refusing the intricate braids and embellishments favoured by others on this momentous occasion.
In the corner of the room, his chosen servant, a trusted figure who had been by his side through countless battles, worked diligently to fasten the intricate clasps of his royal wedding attire. Rhaegal's preference for privacy was clear; he had allowed only this one male servant to assist him in this most intimate of moments.
Rhaegal maintained his stoic demeanour, his face an unreadable mask. He was a soldier prince, after all, and emotions were best kept hidden, especially on a day as significant as this.
As the servant carefully adjusted the royal cloak bearing the Targaryen sigil on his shoulders, Rhaegal couldn't help but steal a glance at the ornate wedding attire laid out on the bed. It was resplendent in shades of crimson and black, meant for a princess of House Targaryen. Today, Helaena would become his wife, his partner in the intricate dance of politics and power.
While excitement bubbled beneath his stoicism, he held onto the discipline that had guided him through countless battles. Rhaegal Targaryen was ready, but he allowed no one, not even his future bride, to see the depth of emotion that lay beneath the surface.
And so, as he prepared to embark on this new chapter of his life, the soldier prince stood tall, a symbol of strength and composure, ready to face whatever challenges and triumphs lay ahead in his union with Princess Helaena Targaryen.
The room was filled with a quiet sense of purpose as Rhaegal's servant finished fastening the last clasp on his royal attire. The cloak, bearing the Targaryen sigil, lay perfectly across his broad shoulders.
Rhaegal, with his platinum-blonde hair framing his strong, chiseled features, surveyed his reflection in the mirror one last time. He nodded, satisfied with his appearance, though his mismatched eyes held a hint of apprehension.
"Thank you," he said to the servant, his voice measured and controlled. The servant bowed respectfully and exited the room, leaving Rhaegal alone with his thoughts.
With practiced precision, Rhaegal slid Silverlight into its ornate scabbard, feeling the familiar weight of his sword. It was a companion he had trusted on countless battlefields, and today, it symbolized his readiness for the intricate political battles of the Targaryen court.
As he turned away from the mirror, his gaze landed on the wedding attire laid out for Helaena, a resplendent vision of crimson and black. The sight reminded him of the significant role they were to play in the intricate dance of the Targaryen dynasty.
Rhaegal's stoic facade remained firmly in place, but deep within, he couldn't deny a surge of anticipation. He knew that today marked the beginning of a new chapter in his life—one that held both challenges and triumphs. His marriage to Princess Helaena was a political alliance, but he couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them as husband and wife.
With one last glance at the mirror, he took a deep breath, his resolve unwavering. Today, he would stand before gods and men, pledging himself to Helaena, a princess of House Targaryen. As the soldier prince, he understood the importance of the union, and he was determined to fulfill his duty with honor and dedication.
Rhaegal exited the chamber, his steps steady and measured. The ceremony awaited, and he would face it with the same composure that had guided him through battles and challenges in the past. The soldier prince was ready for the next chapter of his life, even if the depth of his emotions remained hidden beneath his stoic exterior.
As Rhaegal stood ready, the weight of tradition and duty pressed upon his shoulders. His mismatched eyes, one amethyst and the other blue, held a depth of determination as he prepared to marry Princess Helaena Targaryen, a union that would bind two Valyrian souls together.
But Rhaegal was adamant that their marriage would honor their Valyrian heritage. They were dragons, descendants of the old Valyria, and their union deserved to be celebrated in the ancient Valyrian way.
In the chambers where Helaena awaited, a sense of quiet reverence filled the air. The ceremony would be performed before the crowd in the Throne room, a sacred place that had witnessed countless Targaryen unions.
Rhaegal, in his resplendent attire, made his way to the Throne room, where the room buzzed with excitement from the guests who were probably witnessing a Valyrian wedding for the first time. The quiet murmurs of guests could be heard as they gathered, eager to witness the Valyrian wedding.
As the ceremony began, the Valyrian words of binding echoed through the air, resonating with centuries of tradition. Rhaegal and Helaena exchanged vows in the ancient tongue, their words carrying the weight of their house and their legacy.
The hushed gathering of Targaryen family and trusted allies watched in awe as the Valyrian wedding ceremony unfolded. The air was filled with the weight of tradition, and the Valyrian words of binding echoed through the Throne room.
The Valyrian ceremony continued with the offering of ancient Valyrian symbols—a silver chalice filled with the purest Dragonstone wine and a dragon's egg, symbolising the fire and blood that flowed through their veins. As the sun's rays filtered through the leaves, casting a warm glow over the couple, they each took a sip of the wine and touched the dragon's egg, a powerful symbol of their bond and destiny.
Rhaegal and Princess Helaena Targaryen, their amethyst and sapphire eyes reflecting the ancient lineage of Valyria, exchanged vows in the venerable tongue of their forefathers. Their words carried the resonance of centuries of Targaryen history, binding them together in a union that was as enduring as the Valyrian steel their house prized.
With half of Westeros as their witnesses, they sealed their vows with a kiss, a symbol of their commitment and love. The Targaryen sigil, a crimson dragon on a black field, was emblazoned on their garments, a testament to their shared heritage
With the blessing of the measter, the Valyrian ceremony was complete, and Rhaegal couldn't help but feel a profound connection to Helaena as they stood together before gods and men.
But they were mindful of the complexities of their world, where the Green Queen held sway. To honor both their Valyrian heritage and the political realities of their time, Rhaegal and Helaena decided to host a second ceremony, a Seven wedding, for the benefit of the Green Queen and her court.
After the Valyrian ceremony, the couple, still resplendent in their regal attire, where the Seven wedding was to take place was the same as the Valyrian Wedding.
Rhaegal's eyes, held a subtle blend of tradition and compromise. He understood the necessity of diplomacy in their world, and so he would entertain the Green Queen with grace and dignity.
The Seven wedding unfolded with the grandeur and opulence that was expected in the Targaryen court, pleasing the Green Queen and her supporters.
Through the day, Rhaegal and Helaena navigated the delicate balance between honoring their Valyrian roots and appeasing the political forces at play. It was a testament to their adaptability and strength as a couple, bound not only by love but also by the intricate web of Targaryen politics.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow over Dragonstone, Rhaegal and Helaena, united in both Valyrian and Green ceremonies, faced the future as husband and wife. Their love, their traditions, and their compromises were the foundation upon which their journey would unfold, a testament to the complexities of their world and their enduring commitment to each other.
The Throne Room of the Red Keep was transformed into a grand banquet hall, its towering iron throne overshadowed by the opulence of the occasion. The long, feasting tables were adorned with rich crimson and black banners, the colors of House Targaryen, and dragon motifs adorned the walls.
Rhaegal Targaryen, resplendent in his crimson and black attire, did not leave the side of his new wife, Princess Helaena Targaryen. She was a vision of Valyrian beauty, her flowing gown as ethereal as dragonfire, her eyes shimmering with joy.
The guests, an assembly of Targaryen kin, noble lords, and ladies from various houses, gathered to celebrate the union of the soldier prince and the princess. The atmosphere was filled with excitement and anticipation as they enjoyed the lavish feast.
As the evening progressed, Rhaegal led Helaena to the center of the Throne Room, where a space had been cleared for dancing. The couple stood together, their eyes locked, lost in the moment as they prepared for their first dance as husband and wife.
The soft strains of a Valyrian melody filled the air, and they began to move gracefully across the polished floor, their movements synchronised as if they had been dancing together their entire lives. The Throne Room seemed to fade away, leaving only Rhaegal and Helaena in their world of shared happiness.
As they danced, their connection deepened, and Helaena couldn't help but blush whenever their eyes met. Rhaegal, always composed and stoic, found himself enchanted by her beauty and grace. He whispered words of affection and love, meant for her ears alone, as they swayed to the music.
Slowly, other couples joined them on the dance floor, celebrating their union and the joyous occasion. The Throne Room came alive with the revelry of lords and ladies, their laughter and merriment echoing off the stone walls.
Rhaegal and Helaena continued to dance, their love and unity on display for all to see. In that moment, surrounded by the grandeur of the Red Keep and the warmth of their guests, they knew that their union was a cause for celebration, a testament to the enduring strength of House Targaryen.
As the night wore on and the feast continued, Rhaegal and Helaena remained inseparable, their bond deepening with each passing moment. Their Valyrian wedding had marked the beginning of their journey as husband and wife, and the celebration in the Throne Room was a testament to their love and the joy it brought to those around them.
In the Throne Room of the Red Keep, Rhaegal Targaryen and Princess Helaena Targaryen took to the center of the polished floor, bathed in the soft, flickering glow of dragon-themed candles. Their eyes locked, and they began to dance to the enchanting strains of a Valyrian melody.
Amid the grandeur of the Throne Room, Rhaegal leaned in, his voice a tender whisper that only she could hear over the music.
"You look radiant tonight, my love," he murmured. "Every star in the sky must be jealous of your beauty."
Helaena blushed, her smile brightening. Their movements were graceful, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony as they danced.
"And you, Rhaegal, are the most dashing soldier prince to ever grace the Red Keep," she replied with a fondness in her voice.
As they twirled, Rhaegal continued to whisper, his words filled with humour and love.
"Do you remember the time we met in the courtyard, and you tripped over your own gown?" he reminisced. "I thought you were trying to impress me with a dance move."
Helaena giggled, her laughter like a melodic tune. "You caught me before I could fall flat on my face."
Their laughter mingled with the music as they danced, their worries and the weight of their roles momentarily forgotten.
"Of course, I couldn't let you face that humiliation alone," Rhaegal chuckled. "It's a soldier prince's duty to save princesses from tripping mishaps."
Helaena's eyes sparkled as she remembered that day. "And you did so gallantly."
Their banter continued, Rhaegal ensuring that their minds were focused on the joy of the moment, not the expectations of their wedding night.
"And speaking of duties, my love," he said softly, "let's not think about the wedding night just yet. Tonight, we celebrate our union with joy and merriment."
Helaena nodded in agreement, her gaze locked onto his. "Agreed, Rhaegal. Let's savour this moment and the love we share."
As they danced, their whispered jokes and words of love created a bubble of happiness around them. The Throne Room seemed to fade away, leaving only the soldier prince and the princess in their world of shared laughter, love, and celebration.
Amid the splendour of the Throne Room, Rhaegal and Helaena's dance continued, their steps perfectly synchronised to the Valyrian melody that filled the air. Their eyes remained locked, and the world seemed to fade away as they danced together.
Rhaegal's voice, soft and filled with devotion, found its way into the quiet moments between the notes of the music.
"I promise you, Helaena," he whispered, his gaze unwavering, "I will protect you until the end of my days."
Helaena's heart swelled with emotion at his words. She knew what he meant, though the name went unspoken. It was a vow of love and commitment that extended beyond the dance, beyond the festivities of this night.
In that moment, she felt safe in his arms, secure in the knowledge that Rhaegal would always stand by her side. She smiled, her eyes shining with unspoken gratitude.
Their dance continued, and Helaena chose not to mention the looming uncertainties that hung in the air. She knew that with her father's passing, the realm teetered on the brink of war, a reality that could not be ignored. But tonight was for celebration, for love, and for the promise they held in their hearts.
As they moved gracefully across the floor, their unspoken understanding and the bond they shared deepened. It was a testament to the strength of their love and their willingness to face an uncertain future together.
In the midst of the joy and laughter that surrounded them, Rhaegal and Helaena's dance carried with it the weight of their unspoken vows and the unbreakable bond that would carry them through whatever challenges lay ahead.
As the hours of celebration unfolded in the Throne Room of the Red Keep, revelry and merriment filled the air. The festivities seemed endless, but the joyful atmosphere took an unexpected turn when Aegon, fueled by the excesses of wine, made a brash announcement.
"It's time for the bedding ceremony!" Aegon declared, his voice slurred with drunkenness.
The revellers, caught off guard, erupted into cheers and laughter, as was the tradition in many Westerosi weddings. However, the atmosphere quickly shifted when some of the more enthusiastic guests began to approach Rhaegal and Helaena, intent on taking part in the customary undressing of the bride.
Rhaegal, ever protective of his new wife, swiftly pulled Helaena away from the advancing guests. With determination in his mismatched eyes, he guided her through the maze of well-wishers and out of the Throne Room.
They arrived at the chamber they were to share from that night on, a haven of privacy away from the revelry. Rhaegal's stance was unwavering, and his voice held a firm edge.
"No one will enter this room," he declared to anyone who dared to approach. "I'll cut off the balls of anyone who attempts to step across this threshold without our consent."
His words were a stark reminder of his authority and his determination to protect Helaena's dignity and their shared moment. The threats hung in the air, a clear warning to those who might seek to invade their privacy.
Inside the room, Rhaegal closed the door behind them, creating a barrier against the world outside. He turned to Helaena, his expression softening.
"No one will intrude on our union," he assured her, his voice gentle. "We decide when and how our wedding night unfolds."
Their love and respect for each other were evident in that moment, as they stood united against the expectations and pressures of tradition. Together, they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead as husband and wife, on their terms, in their own time.
In the dimly lit chamber, Rhaegal and Helaena stood facing each other, the weight of the evening's events still hanging in the air. Helaena, poised to undress as per tradition, hesitated at the threshold of their new life together.
But Rhaegal, ever considerate and attuned to her emotions, gently placed a hand on her arm, stopping her.
"We don't need to do anything tonight," he murmured, his mismatched eyes filled with understanding and love.
Helaena, overcome with emotions, felt a surge of gratitude and affection for her husband. In that tender moment, she leaned forward and kissed him straight on the lips. Their kiss was a sweet, heartfelt embrace, a testament to the depth of their connection and the love that had blossomed between them.
As they pulled away from the kiss, their eyes locked once more, and Rhaegal's hand gently cupped her cheek. In that moment, they understood that their love would guide them through the complexities of their world, and their wedding night, as significant as it was, could wait for a time when their hearts were ready.
In each other's arms, they found solace and comfort, a sanctuary of love and understanding. As they prepared to embark on the journey of marriage, they knew that their bond would be the foundation upon which they built their life together, a testament to the enduring strength of their love.
Much to Rhaegal's surprise Helaena deepened the kiss, her hand reaching up to touch his cheek, fingers moving through the very little stubble he let grow. Her lips were so soft and tasted of strawberries from the tarts he watched her eat happily during the feast.
"Hel, we don't have to" Rhaegal tried assuring her again. She smiled pulling away a little. Rhaegal thought she would stop then but what surprised him when she began undoing the bodice of her dress.
"But I want to" She muttered, blushing furiously. Seeing the tremble in her hands, Rhaegal reached over taking both of her hands into his and pulled them up to kiss them both.
"Alright, but do tell me to stop when you feel uncomfortable or in pain or just simply want to stop" Rhaegal did not proceed from there until she gave him a nod.
Rhaegal leaned down claiming her lips gently, not wanting to overwhelm her anymore. He let go of her hands to wrap them around her waist instead and pulled her closer to his body. Helaena's hand moved to hold his muscular biceps as she tried to imitate the way his lips moved and kiss him back.
Rhaegal with careful movement began removing Helaena's heavy wedding dress, one piece at a time until she was left only in her linen. He groaned at the sight of her perky nipples peaking through the white fabric. A small spot was also present at the front of her linen showing her arousal.
"You look delicious, dōna vaokses" Sweet spider. Rhaegal murmured with his gruff voice. Helaena clenched her thighs at the sound of his voice, at the nickname he had given her, sweet spider? Her favorite insect? It was too much.
"Kepus" Uncle. Helaena whispered her plea. Rhaegal smiled sweetly down at her. He crouched down slightly to place his hands behind her thighs before standing up again straight. Helaena squealed a little as he pulled her up with him, her legs moved to wrap around his waist for support and her arms wrapped around his shoulders. She blushed when she heard laughter behind the door, people were listening in on them.
"Ignore them, dōna vaokses" Rhaegal whispered. Helaena nodded slightly and looked down at him instead of the door. She leaned down and captured his lips with her own missing the feeling of his lips.
Rhaegal moved towards the bed and gently moved to kneel on it before laying her on her back on it. He remained on top of her. His hands moved down to feel her thighs pulling them off his waist, his hands grabbing at them, kneading the flesh wanting to feel more of her soft skin.
His lips trailed down to her neck, placing gentle kisses, she deserved nothing but kindness, she was a gentle soul. She deserved nothing but the best.
Helaena's breathing picked up as Rhaegal trailed down to kiss down to the neckline of her linen. A gasp tore through her lips when his fingers ripped the edges and ripped it right down the middle. Rhaegal chuckled at her reaction and looked up watching her face. Her eyes looked dazed almost. Her fingers ran through his loose hair, playing with the strands before grabbing a fist of it gently and pushed his head closer to her flesh.
Rhaegal obeyed and resumed kissing down to her breasts. They were perfect, she was perfect, that was all Rhaegal could think of. His lips trailed around her right breast before taking her nipple into his mouth. She moaned arching her back wanting to shove more of the flesh into his mouth. His hand moved up her bare stomach to grab the other breast and give it some attention.
"Kepus" Helaena whimpered. Her hand trailed down to his shoulder pulling him closer, frowning when she realised he was fully clothes still.
"Too much clothes" She whispered. Rhaegal let go of her tit with a pop. He sat up on his knees and began unbuttoning his shirt. Helaena watched with hooded eyes as Rhaegal shed one piece of clothing after the other.
"Gevie" Beautiful. She stated, sitting up to run her fingers from his shoulder to his belly, where it was littered with scars he gained through the years.
"You think so, dōna vaokses?" Rhaegal asked with a teasing smile. Helaena noticed that she had spoke out loud, blushed furiously. Rhaegal claimed her lips in a second pushing her back to lay fully on her back again.
"You are much much more Gevie, sweet Helaena" Rhaegal muttered against her lips. He slowly slid down littering kisses in his wake. Helaena's head fell back when he reached her breasts again.
He gave them the loved they deserved, kissing, kneading and littered them with bruises for people to see tomorrow, he will make sure she will wear one of his many gifts, a dress with a low neckline to show his marks off. So men would back away and never even think about coming near his wife ever.
His lips continued down to her belly, he pushed his tongue in her belly button teasing her. Helaena moaned, her fingers grabbing at his hair when he wet a sensitive spot she did not know was sensitive in the first place. Rhaegal smirked in victory and moved on.
He kneeled down on the floor, face to face with her crying cunny. He pushed her knees apart to show more of her beauty. Helaena's breath hitched in her throat, raising her head to watch his reaction.
Rhaegal winked at her before diving in. His tongue licked a long strip up her slit. Helaena's head fell back again on the mattress, she has never touched that area before, having been warned many times by her mother before.
Rhaegal found her swollen pearl with ease, it was just very swollen and ready to be devoured. He sucked at it earning a loud moan from Helaena. He moved down prodding at her hole with the wet muscle of his tongue.
"Kepus" Helaena begged. She sounded so sweet, she sounded so desperate. Rhaegal did not make her wait and pushed his tongue inside of her. Moaning at the taste of her cunt, the vibrations sent shockwaves through Helaena's body.
"You taste so sweet" Rhaegal complimented. He moved one of his fingers to touch her whole. Her whole body tensed at the feeling.
Rhaegal shushed her before slowly moving his finger inside of her. Tongue toying with her pearl to ease the discomfort. Helaena's grip on his head tightened but she did not protest. Rhaegal waited for her to stop him but after a couple of minutes it was obvious she was not going to.
"Good Vaokses" Spider. Rhaegal praised, he wiggled his finger inside of her in search of the rough spot all women had but not all men found.
The second he touched it Helaena's whole body jerked in shock. She has never felt such pleasure before in her life. Rhaegal slowly pushed a second finger inside testing the waters. Helaena's legs tried to close around him but his free hand pushed her leg open and she forced the second one open.
His tongue resumed it's torture on her pearl, he wanted this experience to be as pleasant as possible for her as it will be for him. His cock was throbbing but he did not touch it, no he wanted it to last and he will try as hard as possible to make it last.
"Helaena" He muttered against her pearl. Helaena's body jerked with the vibrations of his voice. Her breathing grew even more shallow.
"So full" She whimpered. A buzzing like feeling started taking over senses. Rhaegal smirked victorious as she orgasmed on his tongue and fingers not even knowing what was happening.
"So good" She cried, her back arched off the bed. Rhaegal's ear buzzed with anticipation he could barely hear the cheering outside of the room.
"Good Vaokses" Rhaegal pulled away from her cunt and climbed on top of her. Helaena looked at him with eyes full of love. He couldn't help but kiss her, she was just so beautiful. She moaned when she tasted herself on his lips.
"Ready?" He asked her. Her eyes trailed down to his throbbing length, eyes widened at the sight. She gulped but nodded her head either way.
"Tell me to stop if you want me to" He reminded her. Helaena took a deep breath and nodded.
Rhaegal groaned as he grabbed the base of his cock, he was sensitive even to his own touch after refusing himself pleasure for so long. He placed the tip on her pearl rubbing it slightly, moaning slightly at the feeling of her flesh on him. Helaena placed her hands on his shoulders preparing herself mentally.
After gathering enough of her wetness to cover his entire length he began pushing in the tip. Helaena groaned at the feeling, his fingers were nowhere near as big as his cock, even just the tip. He pushed himself inside of her inch by inch. Groaning when she latched her teeth to the flesh of his shoulder, but he did not dare complain because she was in much more pain than him.
"Uncomfortable" She whimpered. "So full" Rhaegal stopped all movement once he was full sheathed inside of her tight virgin cunt. He wanted to cry out with pleasure at the feeling but held himself back.
"Fuck" Came the word out of his mouth involuntary. Helaena nodded slowly giving him permission to continue. Rhaegal let out a loud moan by accident when he pulled out and pushed back. Helaena tensed when she heard the cheering yet again but soon forgot all about it with the rocking of Rhaegal's hips.
"More" She begged, eyes growing teary with pleasure. Rhaegal obeyed her, he was like a puppet now, he was fully cunt drunk, he was her slave and she knew nothing of how to control him. If she asked him to kill the whole world, he would mount Vyraxes and burn the world for her.
"Fuck, tightest cunt I've ever fucked" He groaned in her ear. Helaena's moans grew in volume, her arms pulling him closer, in search of his lips to silence herself.
Rhaegal lost full control at the taste of her lips, his hips went from rocking to fully slamming against hers. His hips snapped with no rhythm except lust desire.
Rhaegal swished his spit inside of his mouth before pushing it inside of her mouth. Helaena moaned not expecting to find spit swapping attractive but her body spasmed with the pleasure of it.
"Close" She whimpered against his lips. Rhaegal watched her face contract with pleasure. Her legs began shaking by his sides, her hands holding fists of his hair or flesh, eyes rolling back.
"Come on dōna vaokses, come on my cock" Rhaegal encouraged. Helaena cried loudly, body shaking, head falling back. Her cries turned to screams of pleasure, she wanted to stay in this moment forever.
"I'm gonna fill you up to the brim, you will be dripping my cum for weeks" Rhaegal growled. Helaena wanted nothing else, she found nothing else more desirable.
"Fill me up, kepus, give me a child, kepus" She cried. Rhaegal had half a mind to cover her mouth so no one would hear, those words were for his ears alone but then he wanted the entire world to hear, he wanted them to know who she belonged to.
"You want my child?" Rhaegal teased. One of his hands trailed down between their bodied finding her pearl. He tweaked it with care and love. Helaena let out a surprised scream, a scream Rhaegal was more than happy to go deaf listening to.
"Yes let me make you a kepa, kepus" Father, uncle. Helaena cried. Her beautiful curly platinum hair was around her head like a halo and Rhaegal wished for their children to have her hair shade instead of his. Hers was more beautiful, despite the little difference.
"Kepus" She begged, body spasming with a third orgasm. The tightness of her walls threw Rhaegal over the edge. He let out a deep growl as he spilled himself inside of her, painting her walls white. He hoped his cum would take and make them a beautiful child.
"Kepus" Helaena whispered. The cheering outside grew in volume when they could no longer hear their moans or the bed banging against the wall.
"Shhh, dōna vaokses" Rhaegal shushed her. He kissed her forehead as he pulled out of her red and swollen cunt. Helaena sniffled a little at the movement. Rhaegal moved to help her out of the shredded linen she wore still. There on the bottom was her innocence blood.
Rhaegal caring not for modesty walked over to the door and opened it a smidge to keep Helaena's naked form hidden, behind the door stood a group of men from other houses including Aegon, the queen and a smirking Daemon and maester.
"Leave" Rhaegal ordered throwing the linen in the face of the maester who pulled it away with disgust. The crowd cheered at the sight of the blood, not like Rhaegal's sweaty face and wet hair was enough proof of what was happening behind the door or the noises and moans.
"I said leave!" Rhaegal yelled when no one moved. The crowd still cheering did not grow disheartened but moved to leave the couple. The queen stayed a little longer trying to look into the room but Rhaegal slammed the door in her face after saying quickly "She is alright".
As Rhaegal retreated to their shared bed, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm ambience in their chamber, they settled in, their hearts still racing from the emotions of the day. Helaena, exhausted and on the verge of sleep, welcomed Rhaegal's comforting presence.
Rhaegal curled up beside her, his arms wrapping around her as they lay in each other's embrace. He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, his lips barely grazing her skin.
"Rest now, my love," he whispered, his voice a soothing lullaby in the quiet of the night. "Close your eyes, and let the dreams carry you away."
Helaena's eyes fluttered closed, her body relaxing against his. She listened to the cadence of his voice, feeling safe and cherished in his arms.
Rhaegal continued to whisper, his words filled with promises of a bright future, a future where their children would be silver-haired like them, beautiful like her, smart and intelligent like her, and strong like him. His hands moved gently across her stomach, his touch a silent prayer for the children they hoped to bring into the world.
"You and I," he murmured, "we will build a life filled with love, laughter, and the pitter-patter of little feet. Our family will be a testament to the love we share, a legacy of House Targaryen."
As he spoke, the weight of the day's events seemed to lift, replaced by the anticipation of the life they would create together. In the quiet of the night, their hearts beat in unison, and the promise of a future filled with love and family guided them into the realm of dreams.
Wrapped in each other's arms, they embarked on this new chapter of their lives, their hearts full of hope and love, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
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15. loosely holding onto each other’s hands, laying in one’s lap
thank you for this Nat!!! 💕💕
pairing: aemond targaryen x reader (mentions of aemond x helaena)
words: 600+
Sequestered behind the doors of Helaena's bedchamber, she knows without a shadow of a doubt that if someone had suggested this- whatever it was, she'd say that it was the last thing she'd expected.
To have Aemond on one side of her, her husband of hardly a moon's turn, and Helaena on the other feels like a fever dream, though it is one of Helaena's doing this time.
In all the years she's been at her side, she has never been once able to remember a time where Helaena has been so insistent as she had been towards this arrangement between the three of them. The arrangement that has somehow gone undetected for weeks.
Both her husband and her goodsister trace and trail eager fingers over every uncovered inch of her flesh, the alternating touches- one calloused and rough and one as soft as a butterfly's wing dragging a slew of pleased sounds from her throat.
It is as intoxicating a feeling as any, one that she never wants to end, and if she were to die tomorrow, she'd do it without a fight, with the mark of them all but seared into the core of her like a brand, she thinks, one arm lifted, her fingertips digging to the back of Aemond's neck.
Her eyes open when she feels Helaena reach for her, seeking the warmth of her as she wraps her fingers around her wrist, tugging her hand down to twine their fingers together loosely. She grins as Helaena squeezes her hands gently, never one to let an opportunity or a chance like this slip away. Her grin stays on her face as she settles against Aemond, shifting her body to where she is laying half sprawled against him with her back flush against his chest.
She hears Aemond hum behind her, the low rumbling sound sending vibrations down her spine as he pulls her firmer against him with an arm twined around her waist, the warmth from his body almost suffocatingly hot.
A shiver runs through her a second later at the feel of him brushing her hair over her shoulder, gooseflesh rising when he pressed his lips to her skin, dragging what felt like a path of fire up the side of her neck.
She bites her lip to stifle a whine when he stills, his mouth pausing mere inches from her ear. "Is she not the loveliest thing?" He breathes into her ear as he rests his chin on her shoulder, both of their gazes fixating on Helaena.
"Like the moon," she says as she nods, unable to tear her gaze away.
Like the sun. Like the stars.
Helaena is beautiful in the Targaryen way, that much is true, glowing and ethereal. A vision enshrouded in a loose gown of a purple so pale it was almost white, her silver hair flowing loosely down her back. She cannot not help but stare, gaze drawn to the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms like a moth to a flame.
"Helaena…" Aemond shifted behind her, crooning his sister's name. He lifted his head from her shoulder, his arm falling away from her waist to extend a hand out to his sister. He did not let go of her fully though, the hand not outstretched finding purchase on her hip.
Helaena glances up at the sound of her name, blinking once then twice before she smiles, a blinding, radiant thing that lights her face up at the sight of them together.
"You are mine," she says as she presses closer to them, squeezing their fingers, the affection for them burning brightly in her violet eyes. "Mine, the both of you."
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Dry-humping with Helaena?
Golden Chains (Helaena Targaryen x Reader)
Summary: Helaena isn't yours, but you are always hers.
Warnings: Angst. Implied sex between Helaena and Aegon, Implied SA? To be safe, smut.
A/N: I love Helaena so much, but this was a hard prompt to write. I hope I did it justice.
Helaena sends for you, unexpectedly. The Princess, your Princess, awaits you in her rooms. It’s late. The Red Keep’s halls are empty, except for the guards who give you cheerful waves.
You like it here. It’s a good job. No one bothers you, and not only do you have food and boarding, but also a small stipend. Your Princess, as kind as she is, sometimes slips you little trinkets. A slice of cake here, an embroidery handkerchief there.
In normal circumstances, you would be elated to see that she is calling you. But this late? It can only mean one thing.
As you open the doors to her bedchambers, you try to remain unmoved. After all, the Prince is still there. He always looks a bit sick when he does. Perhaps it’s regret, or perhaps it’s the fact there is a witness there to see exactly what they have done.
It’s a testament of Aegon’s sadness that he doesn’t even give you a lustful glance. Other times, when you pass him in the corridors, he smirks and makes crude remarks. He knows exactly what goes on between you and his sister wife, and he never fails to ask you to join him in bed, too.
He tries to do right by her, in a twisted way. Despite having plenty of evidence to get you fired and probably executed, Aegon never makes a move to separate you from Helaena. You wonder if he hurts as much as she does. Likely. Knowing Aegon, he is only getting started for the night. His next stop will be the Street of Silk, where he will try to get rid of the memory of his wife at any cost.
You shake your head, trying to vanish those thoughts. Aegon is not your concern. He has the other Prince, and numerous guards for that. Helaena has no one but you. Not even her mother could come and face her, in nights like these.
Why would she, out of all people, force her into this marriage? You doubted Queen Alicent’s marriage was more pleasant. Yet instead of marrying Helaena to someone else, she had tied together two of her children, who were clearly unhappy.
Duty. The death of all love, it seemed. Even the maternal kind.
Helaena looks small, huddled among the bed covers. Her eyes are vacantly staring at the ceiling, arms limp and outstretched at her sides. If it were not for the rapid movement her chest makes as she inhales and exhales, you would think she is a statue.
“Princess, what do you need? Shall I run you a bath?” You keep your voice soft and unhurried, as not to startle her. You do not approach her further.
Helaena lifts her head from the pillow. Her expression is cold. “’Tis the burden of every noblewoman” She had said to you once, as you poured water down her back. “Nothing to be done about it.”
It broke your heart then. It breaks your heart now, that you cannot help her. Baths are a poor consolation for what she has to endure.
You don’t move. Helaena stares.
“Will you come here?” Helaena finally asks, throwing her covers down. She is dressed as always, in a thin sleeping shift, without lace or any of the frills usually added to entice reluctant husbands. You know she has issues with the textures, sometimes. That what to you is a normal touch, to her feels wrong.
You approach her as soon as she bids you. She doesn’t like to wait. Without needing to be told to, you sit on the edge of the bed.
“I need…” The Princess blushes, all sweet. You feel the urge to smile. Even if suffering, she is never less than polite. “Could you? Um. I… I feel… My husband has left me… Unsatisfied again. I need… I’m burning up.”
“Would a cold bath suffice, or do you wish for me to…?” You don’t dare finish the sentence, just as she doesn’t dare fully ask for what she needs. Perhaps, if not spoken aloud, you can pretend the circumstances are different.
“Please?” The Princess asks, looking tearful. You nod, kneeling on the bed.
“Do you want my…"
“Your thigh.”
The unexpected. At last. You pop one of your hips slightly forward, so your knee juts out just so. Helaena smiles between the tears and pulls you into a kiss.
Against her mouth, you breathe heavily. You do not touch her. Not from fear, no. Because on nights like these, she can’t stand anybody’s touch. And you do not mind it.
This arrangement between the two of you had started when you started serving the Targaryens. Young, and of a similar age to Princess Helaena, you had been designated as her maid after the old one got fired. It meant many things, in practice. You had to supervise her children, the sweet young twins. Manage her daily schedule. Make sure her rooms are kept tidy and neat, help her dress. If Princesses were allowed to have a Hand, that would be what you were to Helaena.
At the same time, you knew you were more. You doubted the Lord Hand cared for King Viserys as you did for your Princess. Spending so much time with someone forced you to have opinions on them, and while you knew little of servitude, with the Red Keep being your first job, you knew she was a good mistress.
Helaena was odd. Peculiar. Most maids couldn’t stand her, Queen Alicent had explained, as she gave you the breakdown of your daily duties. Loud noises upset her, the same with certain textures and some foods. Helaena is very picky about what to eat, and she wants everything done in the exact fashion every day. You had thought at first Helaena was a terror, but soon came to realize it was not on a whim. She needed her routines.
That was why visits from her husband were so disruptive and upsetting. Prince Aegon was unpredictable, as many drunks were. Some nights, he would come to her chambers nearly unconscious. Other nights, he would be in a boisterous good mood. Angry, some days. And he took all of those on her.
He was not a good lover, you had heard. Another maid, one in charge of the children, had told you her predecessor had left because the Prince had made advances towards her. Advances so bad, she had to drink moon tea after, supplied by the very hand of the Queen. Aegon was prone to taking women by force, it seemed, because each time he visited Helaena, she crumbled like a house of cards.
You wondered what that must be like. You were uncertain if she felt like she was doing her duty to the realm, or disgusted by the fact that it was her sibling. Her body seemed to respond well to him, so you guessed he had some care for his Lady Wife he didn’t display towards others. Not enough, in your opinion. Because Helaena always felt unsatisfied after.
And as her Hand, it was you who had to fix it. It had started one night, as she had begged you for a cold bath to cool her blood. Despite the strange request, you had obeyed. And as your Princess sat down, shivering and sniffling for the cold water you poured down her back, she had leaned in and kissed you.
One look at those big, pleading blue eyes, and you were a goner. The Faith of the Seven said it was a sin to lay with another woman. Yet, you didn’t agree. You were not a woman of letters, to be able to read the Seven Pointed Star, but how could something that felt so good be a sin? To you, it was another way of serving your lady. And you had heard at the Sept, once, that a servant must love her Queen. What was the harm in loving Helaena a little earlier?
Some nights, Helaena wanted to please you, too. She brought you joy so great it made you scream and cry. What could be closer to the Seven Heavens than this? Your body tensing like the string of a bow under her skillful hands, so used to embroidering and painting. Her hands, her hands, how you loved them. For what they did to you, for what they taught you to do to her. Guiding yours towards her center, as you worshiped the curve of her hips, her breasts, you felt you were kissing the statue of the Mother herself.
But other nights, like these, she couldn’t stand the touch of your hands. It was too much for her and not enough, and she was burning up, mouth parting in the sweetest of ecstasies. Ready for the taking of a man who didn’t care to bring her joy. And hurting. Hurting so much, she had no option but to lick her wounds. She was too proud to do so in front of a servant, a Targaryen despite her sweetness. So she took selfishly from your body, again and again.
Not pleasure. No. It was a cruel, cruel game. She left you all hot and bothered, chasing her joy. Despite it, you loved her like this, too. Taking what she deserved, as the kindest, sweetest Princess of the realm. It made you proud. Here was something Prince Aegon, despite his blood and titles, couldn't give her. You could. You could because your love was not selfish. If she asked, you would break time and time again under her. You would withstand the harshest punishments, if you got her to yourself once more. If it meant not sharing her.
Helaena shifted on the bed, to straddle your thigh. Her nightgown remained in place, as did your dress and apron. Her hands shyly wrapped around your shoulders, eyes fixated on somewhere far away. Never yours.
Her hips rolled against your leg.
“Like this. Oh… Just like this.” In the sweetest, sweetest whisper. You placed a hesitant hand on her waist. Trying to help her hips find a rhythm, but she bated it away, pouting.
Cheeks flushed. A deliciously dark expression. Sinful. So it was that kind of night. She only wanted to take, take, take. Not be given.
Your leg started to cramp. You didn’t dare move. Not when it would mean losing this. The view of your Princess using you as she would any other tool. Taking her pleasure of your body, as her husband had done from hers.
Did it help? You wanted to ask, after these nights. But you never did. Helaena didn’t like talking. She was reserved. Tuned inwards instead of outwards, as your mother used to say. Feelings were a complex topic to her, but again, to whom weren’t?
Other maids said she was weird. Fey when she spoke, unable to look them in the eyes. You guessed they never saw her like this. Glorious. Sweet. The sweetest. There was a reason the realm loved this Princess of yours.
Other nights, when you two were together without Aegon’s shadows, you allowed yourself to dream. Of asking her to run away with you, of being able to call her fully yours. You never asked. You knew her too well. Helaena was a faithful mother and wife, and much too kind. It would destroy her family.
Sometimes, you thought that was not the real reason. You never asked her because you were afraid she wouldn’t understand. You heard once that when birds were raised in cages, and they escaped, they never survived more than a few days. They weren’t used to freedom and once granted, they didn’t know what to do with it. So they withered away.
Her hips stuttered, little punched out sobs becoming harder to contain. You tensed the muscles of your leg, hoping to aid her along. Helaena rutted against you, harder, faster. Mouth sweetly searching yours, kissing your cheek each time she missed. Your hands didn’t move.
Perhaps, in another world, you two could have been together. A world where your love was not forbidden, a world when everyone could love who they pleased. Where you could scream all your joy when Helaena touched you. But as she tensed against you, mouth parting to scream, you had to kiss her to muffle it. This was not that world. It would never be.
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Fanfiction
I’m curious to know, how many of y’all remember when explicit/smutty fics were called lemons? And why’d we stop cause it was kinda cute 🍋
I’m 31 this year and have these moments of extreme nostalgia for whatever reason and this was this morning’s lmao
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Asa’s Shuffle pt. 2 - NSFW edition
5 Songs - 5 Scenarios
(I listen too much Frenchcore and Techno, urgh i had to skip so much)
Can I Kick it? - A Tribe called Quest / Aegon II
Morning Sex.
Morning Sex was always a privilege that you had to earn the night before, preferrably with hard deepthroat
You had to have given him such pleasure, such comfort that he let you sleep next to him
You’d usually wake up before him so you began cudlling and caressing him gently you he could stir gently
He’d absolutely have morning wood and made sure that he pressed it into your stomach or between your asscheeks
He’s insist that he’d only start ‘fucking’ after lunch. You were privileged enough to enjoy... sex. Especially the more intimate positions like Missionary.
He’d order his maids not only to clean him up, but also you, especially you.
You had to shine like a pure snowflake for him
Parading you out of his chambers down to breakfast would almost make him horny again
Don’t Be So Shy - Imany, Filatov & Karas / Rhaenyra
Remember the times you kissed your best friend in the club?
And maybe went back to her apartment afterwards?
Yeah that’s the vibe.
Rhaenyra liked to overindulge as well and you were always there with her, the ever so trusting and discreet lady-in-waiting
Harwin wasn’t around and both of you knew she’d get absolutly horny when she drank more than she should
So one thing led to another
And you ended up sprawled, naked, on her bed
You never experienced something like that before, so it felt almost twice as intense as with any other man
It was sloppy as hell, but who cared? It felt absolutely amazing
Pleasuring her was easy, it was almost like she was already positively disposed to you
She came more than ever before, your hungry mouth never letting go of her throbbing pearl
So when both of you had absolutely run out of energy, you collapsed next to each other and pretended nothing had happened the next morning
although Rhaenyra seemed to overindulge more often as of late
leichter//kälter - Edwin Rosen / Aemond
Nothing stung as badly as knowing he didn’t love you
You knew that that’d be wishful thinking, it was an arranged marriage after all
His visits to your chambers were once each month, just enough so he could get you pregnant without having to ... fuck you more than necessary
He'd never hurt you, he's way too polite for that
But he always tells you he 'has to do it out of duty' until you get pregnant
Usually Doggy style or Snake style so he didn’t have to look into your cold, emotionless face
absolutely no aftercare whatsoever.
Maybe a courteous kiss on the forehead, that was all
Leaving you bare and crying on your bed
Although sometimes, when you did manage to get in his good graces he'd kiss you and embrace you
Maybe even use some fingers
But that usually just ended up hurting you even more when he would return to his normal state
Cruel Summer / Bananarama - Jacaerys
He knows he shouldn't see you
You haven't been wed, after all and you're both so young
But who would find out?
He'd be extra careful with you, trying his hardest not to leave any hickeys and making sure that you're as quiet as a church mouse
That would be so hot for him, the forbiddenness of it all
You told him to wait with his cock so you would still technically be a virgin
But one hot summer night as you were both hiding in the gardens he couldn't take it anymore and claimed you as his
He savored your sweet cunny
Pushed your wetness back inside you with his fingers, grinning up at you as you bit into your fist trying your hardest not to mewl for him
Finally, not being able to resist anymore, he pulled his breeched down and carefully entered you
He would kiss you, hoping nobody heard you
... until a guard found you.
But that's okay, Jace will always stand up for you and take the blame, especially if the punishment might be to marry you.
Maggot Brain - Funkadelic / Helaena
You were her safe haven
She was your angel
It never really mattered to the both of you if you would cuddle yourselves to sleep
Or if you would let your orgasms tire you out
What mattered most was that you were both there for each other
The Ying to the others Yang
You never felt the need to fuck her, neither did she
It was all pure love
Every kiss, every moan, every orgasm
Pure perfection
Of course there was nothing you wouldn't do for her
Especially after Aegon had summoned her to his bedchambers
You made sure she wasn't hurt and massaged her, trying to alleviate her discomfort
It was the only time she felt in control of her life, being able to spend time with you and pleasing you
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Helaena, aemond and aegon are all such subby babys like yeah they can be rough but they love their mate jus using them for pleasure
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Aegon is the best big brother to his sweet sister, who is in third trimester of pregnancy; not only does he help her relieve the feeling of her heavy breasts by sucking on her tits greedily like a babe, he sometimes helps the aching feeling between her legs by sticking his cock, tongue or fingers in her cunny
Such a good brother, especially when she’s not even his wife
Blood of my Blood.
PAIRING: Older!Brother!Aegon ii Targaryen x Little!Sister!Fem!Reader
WORDS: 1,715.
WARNINGS: incest to the max, implied affair [Aegon is the father of the child], age gap [reader is of mature/consensual age], lactation kink, pregnancy kink, slight reference to breeding kink, p in v sexual intercourse, possessive!Aegon, swearing.
A/N - now I NEVER write brother x sister tropes even in the ASOIAF universe just because it’s not really my cup of tea, but this ask sparked something very very feral in me. I might make a neice x uncle version of this or a Daddy Aeg x daughter!reader version.
credit to the owners of the images.
Curse the Gods who afflicted the journey of motherhood, for it could be such a gruelling thing... Heading into the final few moons of your first pregnancy, you had never felt such intense discomfort in your life. Your beloved mother, Queen Alicent, had informed you of such grievances, although with little empathy for her pregnancies had been quite embracing and facile. Your eldest sister, Helaena, having already given birth to a set of twins, now in the early stages of her current pregnancy with your elder brother, Aemond, could somewhat console you, becoming an anchor of support.
It was Aegon, your eldest of the siblings, that you seemed most attached to, for it was Aegon that granted you bliss in your pregnancy, more so than your absent husband, some delinquent lord of the Vale. You had argued your way with your mother, and batted your eyes to your father, begging you to stay in King's Landing, in familiar territory with the finest maesters at hand. More so, it was Aegon who had plotted with you this essential plan.
"Do you truly think that the maesters of the Vale and that imbecile you call husband will keep you safe and satisfied, dear sister? Not in the least... But I can."
Aegon's temptress of a tongue was convincing alone, although it had been his merciful gestures of chivalry that kept you sane and grounded. Easing your aches and pains of expecting, Aegon became your sole beacon of ease, like the formidable arms of a warrior and you, the damsel he heroically carries.
"Do they ache again, sweet sister?"
The softness in his husky, drowsy voice breaking the silence of the chamber, woke you whole from your half-hearted daze. You had both succumbed to slumber [often Aegon insisted that you remain closely by his side, even in bed] what felt like hours long ago, and yet through the ginger firelight, by the open window, night remained swallowing the sky.
"Mhmm-" You uneasily stir: weakly trying to muster enough strength to sit yourself upright: however, with the sheer, bulging mass of your grown belly you visibly struggled until Aegon's efforts of pulling you effortlessly upright ended your dilemma.
"Want me to help, princess?"
His calloused, thick hands began to rub small, soothing circles against your lower back, knowing the babe inside exerted much pressure on your lower spine: its weight growing more rigid with each passing month.
"You've helped me enough, Aegon. I mustn't ask more from you... If this state is any indication of me being a mother, consider me a terrible one," You defeatedly utter, one hand stretched from behind supporting your upright position, whilst the other softly caressed at the protruding temple of your clothed belly.
"Don't speak like that, Y/N, dearest. This is your first babe, you must understand your body is adjusting. Hel suffered a great deal with the twins also, and now, look at her... You are going to be a beautiful mother, indeed. I have no doubt...C'me here."
Lightly tapping at your exposed thigh, your night gown had been pulled up just below your way with all the commotion and movement. Obeying, Aegon summoned you onto his lap, shirtless he had entered the bed, however before you could even gather motion to straddle yourself atop: he'd managed to tear away his undergarments, leaving his exposed girth, reddened at the tip with excitement. Modestly covering himself with the sheer, ivory linen.
"Right now?" Your snappy tone vicious, however Aegon remained unfazed.
"Well, little sister, if I'm being quite frank it seems you've been dreaming quite vividly... Do you not hear the moans and pleas that escape your lips in sleep, crying out for me, begging... Want your elder to sate you, is it? Was that babe growing inside of you not enough, you wish me to spoil you some more, hmm?"
"A-Aeg- We shouldn't..." You meekly whimper, a surge of heat coursing through your face, certain your cheeks had grown scarlet with shame.
"All you had to do was ask."
His dark voice a low growl, like some concealed predator eager to ambush. Aegon's motions remained in contrast, tender and cautious, easing your delicate and sensitive frame over his wide, gelatinous thighs. A scorching sensational painfully heightened sent lightning bolts in waves throughout the entirety of your body, shuddering with excitement as your aching cunt eased itself over his pulsating cock. It had been a while since you had been intimate with Aegon like this, prior to the pregnancy in fact: the changes your body had undergone since were bracing and raw.
Feeling the tensity beneath and the heat as you began to bob ever so slowly and sensually over Aegon's tense, fat cock: feeling its hard tip hitting at your cervix [you had hoped rather than the babe]. Your tight walls overstretched, desperate to adjust to his girthy width, you swore to yourself it had never felt this stimulating ever before: every primal sense in your body, every fibre of your being resisting the urge to collapse into a faint against Aegon's soft chest, gripping onto the bare, pale skin of his broad shoulders for dear life.
"That's it, rūs [baby], doing so-so well. It hurts I know, but Daddy's gonna make you feel so much better. Keep going, princess."
Head rolling back in admiration, you felt the intensity from between your inner thighs beginning to lessen, a wetness pooling between, coating the friction to ease the motions. Your hands release their strong hold over him, as your eyes began to wonder over his body, you had immediately noticed the raw, reddened marks lashed across his ivory skin. To avoid any more damage, you guide your relaxed hands up towards Aegon's short strands.
Tugging and playfully pulling at the loose, platinum locks, whilst Aegon's face remained buried, eagerly lapping at your petal-like skin on the base of your neck. One strong arm snaked around your back, gripping you firmly by the neck providing some lumbar support, whilst the other strategically untied the knots of lace at the front of your night gown, exposing your voluptuously full tits. Hardened nipples raw and perky, even as Aegon teasingly flicked at your tit with this thumb, a grimace forming across his handsome face you felt against your skin: kneading the swollen, plump flesh with his palm, you instinctively squirmed and moaned with such debility.
"Seven Hells, you are so fucking full, dārilaros [princess]. This babe is going to be so spoiled. Such a good Mumma, already eager with milk for the bub... Could feed the an entire realm, Mumma."
"J-Just you A-Aeg. Only you get to taste this sweet m-milk before the babe. T-Tell me how good I taste," Stuttering whimpers mottled between mouthful of moans echoed between the dense walls of Aegon's royal chambers. His fat cock still buried and plunging itself deeply inside of you, penetrating against your already tainted and filled womb, Aegon's hand cupped at your breast from beneath. Lifting your tit upwards, latching his mouth tightly against its curvature peak.
"Mhmm- Keep going big boy... M-Making me feel s-so good, A-Aeg. H-Have your full."
The imminent relief your occupied tit began to succumb to, felt like a blissful dream. You felt your breath could finally release, not hitched against your throat from the sheer agony of feeling it was about to burst. The milk you intently sensed, lusciously pouring into Aegon's ravenous mouth, his plump, moist lips suckling at your skin, totally encompassing the nipple in its entirety. His teeth lightly gnawed at your flesh, however, it was a pleasant sensation nonetheless.
"So w-warm and fresh- Gonna f-fill me up so fucking much. P-Poor princess... The weight of these, the copious a-amount- I-I'm greedy for you. Sh-Should've fucked you earlier in your womanhood... Drenching your w-womb of my seed, till we fill the keep i-if need be. M-Mother would rather enjoy it."
Aegon, famished like a destitute of the realm, bathed his taste-buds of your milk from one breast and onto the other: regaining his breath between each as he felt inclined to credit your production. Descending his face down once more, he spared no further second wasting away, as he continued to fervently feed, like a man starved of pure water.
"Th-The el-eldest you may b-be, such a b-big baby y-you are. S-So needy for me, huh? A-Always needing t-to take me, m-make me yours. Every bit of me... Is devout t-to you, A-Aegon."
As if your breathless, sensual words had struck a chord in him, a man gone mad with a fever. His hold on you had tightened, his mouth suckled deeper, tugging at the flesh of your bosom, whilst his cock felt it had grown a size more inside of you. The wet mess coating between your inner thighs now glazed all over Aegon's plump lap, expressed no denial of his power over you, the purpose he gave to you. In theory and practice, you felt your body collapsing into a bliss, a shudder of ecstasy waved through your feeble body as you screamed for Aegon, a gush of your wetness coating all over his stiff cock buried inside. Only to be met with Aegon's mutual appreciation of your vulnerability and submission towards him.
"That's it, baby. Such a beautiful woman... Gevives [beauty]. You honour me with this holy act. You privilege me to your womb, your body and your life... Skorkydoso kostagon nyke mirre deny ao mirros? [How can I ever deny you anything?]."
Easing yourself off of Aegon, your limp, frail body tiresome and relieved of such exploits endured. Aegon knew better than to leave you to your own strength, as absent as it was: carrying you over towards your empty side of the bed, still laying you closely against his natural warmth.
"Continue to serve me, brother. And I shall pay it back 100 times over... And besides, if it had not been for your mischief many moons ago, I would not be in such a state. Although, I wouldn't have it any other way, Aegon... I love you."
"Avy jorrāelan [I love you], my dearest, sweet little sister. Continue as you are and I might have to fuck another babe in you once more to teach you a lesson or two."
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A Kiss Is All I Need
Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader
Chapter One
Summary: 2 months ago, Alys, the love of his life, broke up with him. Their relationship of five years gone by a simple farewell note that she left on their, well now his, penthouse. 2 months crying and feeling like shit but that all stopped when he meet you on that dreadful clothing store.
Warnings: Some angst, Aegon being the wingman, she/her pronouns, slow burn, eventual smut
Words: 2k
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A/N: English is not my main language so i apologize for bad grammar but i hope you still like it! Feel free to reblog and comment! It would make me really happy to know you guys thoughts (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
“Seriously, Aemond. Relax a little.” Aegon drawls, eyeing his little brother carefully.
Aemond stood beside his brother, tense as a rock, contemplating his surroundings while his long pale fingers toy with his old, stained t-shirt. They currently stood in the middle of the clothing store, waiting for their sister Helaena while she chose some new and clean clothes for Aemond.
His siblings finally, after a month of rotting in his penthouse, dragged him out of the house to get some fresh air and apparently, some new clothes.
Aemond just shot his brother a glare and continued nervously toying with his t-shirt. Aegon rolls his eyes. “She did a number on you, didn’t she?” He says with a small frown.
2 months ago, Alys, the love of his life, broke up with him. Their relationship of five years gone by a simple farewell note that she left on their, well now his, penthouse. He still remembers how his heart beat so fast against his ribcages while he searched the whole house for her, noticing that all her clothes and jewelry (which he gifted to her) were gone.
He met her at one of his family company parties. Alys was the secretary of Lyonel Strong. Aemond was completely in awe with her when his eye landed on her, the way she moved so gracefully, and how her green eyes sparkled with mischief and wisdom.
When they made their relationship public, it was quite a shock for everyone, especially his mother. He was 23 and she was 35 at the time which was entirely understandable since they had a big age gap, twelve years to be precise.
“I don’t want to talk about her.” Aemond murmurs, trying his hardest to not think about Alys.
Aegon sighs and wraps his arm around his brother's shoulders. “I know you don’t... But try to loosen up a little.” He looks at Aemond worriedly. “Everyone is worried about you... Seven Hells, even Jace, and Luke are worried-”
Aemond looked down with a frown when suddenly he felt a gentle pull on his jeans. By his feet was a little girl dressed in a princess costume, full of pink and sparkly glitter. Her black hair hangs in two cute pigtails and a small simple tiara on top of her head.
The child looks carefully at Aemond, her eyes fixed on his eyepatch. “Are you a pirate?” She asks with an excited grin, her big round eyes shining in mischief.
Aegon burst out laughing while Aemond just stood there, looking down at the small girl in shock.
She huffs in annoyance and pulls the fabric of his jeans again. “Well?”
Noticing that Aemond does not intend to answer the poor girl, Aegon kneels beside the girl and gives her a kind smile.
“Sorry kid but he’s no pirate.” His answer made the girl frown in disappointment. “But he’s a Prince!” Now that made her look at Aemond in surprise and then back at Aegon, eyeing carefully.
“If he’s a Prince then why he doesn't smile?” She asks.
That pierce a little Aemond’s heart. Kneeling, he grabbed her small hand and gave her a small smile. “I’m sad... So that’s why I don’t smile much, little Princess.”
The girl giggles at her nickname but quickly disappears as she frowns, looking into his eye intensely. Then she took a step forward, placed her tiny hands on his cheeks, and kissed the point of his nose. Aemond stood very still, his eye wide in surprise at the girl's gesture.
She pulls back and smiles in excitement. “There! A kiss always pushes the sadness away!” The girl says proudly. “My mommy always kisses me whenever I'm sad or hurt.”
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“Em!” You call while looking everywhere in the clothing store for your daughter. “Emily! Where are you?!”
You can’t take that girl anywhere without getting a panic attack. You love to the death, she was your sun and moon but sometimes you wish that your daughter wasn't so adventurous. You were finishing a client order when you noticed your daughter leaving the bakery and running into the clothing store right in front. This made you leave everything that you were doing and run after her.
Sighing in relief, you spot her by the men's section talking to 2 silver-headed men. “Emily!” You breathe out as you kneel and pull her into a hug. “Don’t you ever disappear on me again! Mommy’s heart can’t handle any more surprise adventures.”
Your daughter grins at you and points to the man with an eyepatch. “Mommy I found a Prince!” She says excitedly. “Don’t worry, he’s not a pirate.” She whispers that part to you which makes you chuckle.
You stood up, holding Emily in your arms. “I’m so sorry. I hope my daughter didn’t bother you too much.” You apologize.
The handsome eyepatch man stood still looking down at you. A light blush appears on your face as you study his face properly. He was tall, really tall, with beautiful silky long silver hair that was loosely braided. His features were sharp which made him even more attractive. His eye was colored in a lovely ice blue shade with a hint of light purple. A black eyepatch covers his other eye, and you notice a long scar coming out of it down to his cheek. He was dressed in a simple green t-shirt (which seems to have seen better days) some black jeans, and black Doctor Martens.
He seemed nervous as he began playing with his fingers. “Huh... It’s no problem. Your daughter is a very sweet child.” he smiles softly.
“Mommy! Mommy! The Prince was sad so I kissed his nose like you do to me when I'm sad or hurt. And now he’s happy!” Emily giggles while resting her head on your shoulder.
“That’s very sweet of you, Em... But you can’t go wander off and kiss strangers.” You sigh while giving an apologetic look to the silver-headed man. “You know that while mommy is working, you need to stay with Maria.”
Emily rolls her eyes and pouts. “Ugh, but Maria is boring! She stays in front of the computer all day and does nothing... I much prefer staying at home, at least I could play with Pumpkin.”
You adjust her tiara on her head and kiss her forehead gently. “I know but I can’t let you be at home alone, sweetheart.”
While you scold your daughter, trying to convince her to stay with your employee. Aegon stays silent studying the scene before him. He had noticed how Aemond suddenly couldn’t take his eye off you or how his pale cheeks suddenly turned pink when you smiled gently at him.
Aegon also noticed you eyeing his little brother which made him grin mischiefly. Oh, he had a plan forming in his head. A BIG plan.
“Excuse me, I don’t mean to intrude but it seems you are in need of a babysitter for this lovely Princess,” Aegon says while smiling at Emily who grins at him. He wraps his arm around Aemond’s shoulders and pulls him to his side. “My baby brother, Aemond, is in need of a job and he’s great with kids. He usually babysits our nephews. So, he knows how to take care of children.”
Aemond shot Aegon a glare and opened his lips to disagree with whatever his brother had in mind, but Aegon just smiled at him and stepped on his foot to silence him.
“So, what do you think?” Aegon grins down at you.
You frown gently. It’s true that you seriously needed a babysitter for Emily, but you don’t have time to look for one since being a single mother and owning a bakery occupy your days. Also, it’s hard to trust a stranger to look after your kid. Your friend, Nat, tried to convince you to hire a babysitter after Emily turned one year old but you quickly refused, saying that you could perfectly manage taking care of Emily and your business alone.
Oh boy, how wrong you were. Since Emily started walking, your life has been a nightmare. She was like a ninja. One minute she was there and the next, she was gone. Every day you would have to run off from your work to go find her. She loves exploring and she makes sure you know that, every, single, day.
Maybe Nat is right.
“Okay,” You sigh. Aegon clapped in victory and smiled at his brother. “But I will be needing an interview with Aemond. To see if he has the training that is needed to look after a child.”
“Of course! When?” Aegon asked while Aemond just stood there petrified.
“Tomorrow at 2 pm.” You took your business card and gave it to Aemond. “You will find me in my bakery shop. It’s right in front of this store.”
Aemond nodded and took your card. “Thank you... I’ll be there.”
You smile gently and say your goodbyes, taking Emily back to your shop. “Bye Bye Prince!” The girl waved to him with a toothless smile which made Aemond smile gently and wave back.
When you and Emily are out of the clothing store, Aemond turns to his brother and slaps roughly on his shoulder. “What in the actual fuck was that, Aegon?!” He growled.
Aegon hissed in pain and pouted. “Ouch!... Is this how you thank your big brother for getting you a date with that hot girl?!”
Aemond rolls his eye. “By making me a babysitter?” He sighs. “Look Aegon, I'm not ready to be with someone yet... Also, did you not think that maybe she has a husband?”
Aegon grins at him. “No ring on her finger so she’s probably single. And you are more than ready to be with someone... It’s been two months since you and Alys broke up, you had your time weep and now it’s time to go back into action.”
Helaena pops beside Aegon with her arms full of clothes that she chooses for Aemond. “Our little brother has a date tomorrow!” Aegon claps excitedly.
Helaena gasps in surprise and then looks back to the clothes in her arms and back to Aemond, frowning gently. “We need more clothes.” She whispers while going back into the clothing store with Aegon on her trail.
Aemond sighs in defeat but a tiny smile appears on his thin lips. He’s not going to lie, you seem really interesting.
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Hi I was wondering if you could do a wedding and wedding night of rhaegal and helaena
Here you go! A Dragon’s Wedding
Hope you like it💖
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(in the still of the night | aemond targaryen x strong! reader)
summary: the reader and aemond reconnect at the red keep after years of being apart. it is here the both of you reconnect with the reemerging memories of when the both of you were young. memories in italics.
warnings: mentions of death and murder, betrothal, sexual tension but no smut, yet. cursing?
word count: 3,835 words.
authors note: i do hope you enjoy reading this as much as i have had writing it. please consider reblogging or leaving a comment if you do enjoy. if this does well i will make a second part that will be absolutely filthy.
it was odd to you. the memories that flooded to you so clearly as you walked down the halls of the castle. eyes catching the stained glass windows of dragons, carefully moving up the stone steps as you did as a child. you remembered all the times you tripped down them, bruising your knees chasing after the young prince's. you remembered of how you ran down the halls hiding from them. you remembered sneaking out at night to the kitchens and eating cakes in the gardens under the light of the moon with aemond until your eldest brother dragged you back to your chambers.
yet, it was now as you remembered how close you and aemond had been as children. your eyes catching the garden from within the castle walls.
"y/n! y/n, wait up." aemond's voice rang in your head. nothing more than just a whisper as the two of your crept through the halls. aemond in his sleep shirt and you in your nightgown. if the two of you had not been children the situation would have been frowned upon, heavily. for you more than him considering your status as a lady.
you bare feet slowed as you looked behind you. waiting for an out of breath aemond to catch up. the targaryen prince had been holding a napkin, the cloth tied shut, and his fist holding the knot tightly. aemond took your hand in his own once he reached you, pulling you with him now through the halls and into the gardens. your feet ran against the soft grass and under the godswood. you sat beside the prince, as your little fingers fumbled with the tight knot. aemond helped you untie it and slid himself closer to you. the both of you side by side and your little fingers were pinching at the lemon cake.
"i stole this at dinner," aemond informed you as he shoved some of the cake in his mouth.
"did anyone see you?" you questioned softly, filling your own mouth as you did.
"just aegon-" aemond stopped himself. the boy remembered of how aegon called him a pig for taking more. though, he knew not of the nights that he shared with you, and aemond simply told his older brother to fuck off. "but he doesn't know." aemond assured you.
"good, your brother likes to make the worst of everything. doesn't he?" you remarked rather casually- but aemond had stopped eating. your dark eyes looking up now with regret in your own words. you had known how his brother and his nephews would torment him. aemond told you, here in the gardens, when the both of you were alone. "aemond-" your voice soft, your hand going to meet his again to comfort him.
what little comfort you felt you could offer. you hadn't known it now, but it was the only comfort aemond had ever known.
"it would be different if i too had a dragon." aemond defended himself, his eyes saddened and he looked down to his lap.
"dragons aren't everything, aemond. i don't have a dragon and i'm-" you were trying to comfort him, but the boy was quick to snap again.
"you wouldn't understand y/n- you're just a strong." aemond snapped at you. you closed your mouth and looked away, aemond quickly realizing his mistake in snapping at you and his hands grabbed at yours again. "no, no, y/n. i'm sorry. i didn't mean it in that way" he pleaded with you. his voice near begging you to turn to look at him. his fingers placed at your jaw as you turned to meet his eyes. "i'm a targaryen. we're dragon riders; all of them are but me. and- and its not fair" aemond eventually crumbled. you recalled as tears had begun to run from his eyes. aemond fell into your arms and wept.
"i'm sorry, aemond. i am." you whispered in an attempt to comfort him. your arms wrapped around the crying boy and help him close, he would sniffle and eventually pulled himself together.
"i wish i could take you on dragon back with me. so that way you would understand." aemond pleaded.
"maybe one day you will," you smiled to him and aemond smiled back to you at the very thought.
the sweet moment between the two of you was short lived, as your eldest brother harwin came storming into the garden. you barely had a moment to scramble to your feet before he grabbed onto your arm.
"y/n, how many times have i told you not to be sneaking out with the prince after dark?" harwin questioned you. your face went pale as his dark eyes peered into your own. "keep this up and i'll tell father you need to go back home. to harrenhal." he threatened. you began to resist him, began to plead, but aemond would have none of this.
"ser harwin strong. you will let lady y/n go. your prince demands it." aemond's voice was weak but he knew what to say. harwin, however, looked to the boy debating on what to do. "unhand her or i will tell my mother what you've done here on this night" aemond threatened again.,
harwin let go of your arm in a bit of a gruff, "the king wants the both of you in bed. go on your way or i will tell father, y/n." he demanded. the two of you would run off to your own chambers. but it was far from the last time the both of you had snuck out.
you were only a babe when your father brought you with him to the red keep. his first daughter, the product of his third wife. lyonel strong the newly appointed hand of the king had hoped that the court of the red keep would raise his daughter well. that you would grow in the mannerisms of a lady. lyonel thought this was be good for you. but if he had known of what was to happen he would have never allowed your mother to carry you past the door.
it was there in the red keep that you were raised closely with the kings own children as well as the princess's sons. the seven of you were only children, but even then the tensions had grown. even though you were only a girl you could see it. though, the turmoil's of your life had made you long forget the ones held at the court of the red keep.
your eyes stared at the godswood, reminiscing when you hear someone summon you.
"lady tyrell, it has been too long since you've last visited the red keep." you heard a voice call from behind you, lady tyrell a name you never really adjusted too. behind you was the sight of the queen.
"you grace," you bowed before her, queen alicent. "that it has been," you smiled to her softly.
"you're not with your husband?" she questioned you, her own hands brought together.
"no. lord tyrell is resting from the journey. he does not do well in far travels. even in the carriage." you insisted, giving her a smile to which alicent nodded in understanding.
"well, i do hope you get the chance to properly visit with aemond while you're here. i recall the two of you were good friends all those years ago." alicent spoke very matter of fact, but the mention of aemond was enough to make you smile.
"yes. i recall the same," you hummed. "where is the prince? i do hope our paths may cross before I retire with my husband." you questioned alicent who could not resist the smile that fell on her pale lips.
"aemond? he's off with vhagar, of course." alicent was practically musing.
you never got the privilege to see aemond on a dragon. you heard word at high garden when prince aemond lost his eyes. when he claimed vhagar as his dragon. there had never been a smile on your face like the one you had that day. though, you wished the letter would have been from aemond. for reasons that seemed obvious now aemond never wrote to you and you were never allowed to write to him.
perhaps it had been more obvious to everyone, but the both of you that the two of you were smitten over each other at a young age. perhaps it was the fact you were children, or perhaps it was that each of you lacked the confidence, but neither of you were able to see it yourself. aegon would constantly berate aemond every time he looked longingly in your direction. "can't you be more obvious? looking at y/n like she's a dragon. like looking at things you'll never have?" aegon would taunt constantly. he would get close to you. his hands wrapping around yours as you played just to bother his brother.
but you had never seen it. now, you could look back on your time together and the feeling in your chest grew warm. though the feeling was quickly snuffed out by the reminder of your station. a married woman. your husband was many years your successor and the two of you were yet to conceive a child after all these years together. your marriage to him felt like torture as the years passed on. he was never specifically cruel or vile towards you, not in the way that you heard stories of men hitting their wives or calling them names. but there had been no love in your marriage and you knew that you never would come to love him. for when you looked into his eyes all you could feel was loss. perhaps things could have been different had your father not betrothed you so young.
even that night as you laid next to your sleeping husband under the canopy you were unable to find sleep. you had hoped the journey would be enough to make you rest and yet? your eyes continued to look at the black silk of the canopy curtains. you stood from the bed, pulling on a robe to cover your nightgown, and quietly left the bedroom chambers. you walked along the torches through the halls you would sneak around when you were a child. there was an uneasiness about walking amongst the castle this late. part of you worried that harwin would be around the corner ready to scream at you to go back to your chambers. another part of you feared your own father may come to question why you were out of bed. though, you reminded yourself that was not possible. if anyone were to come for you here it would be larys. your last brother. the one who summoned you and your husband to the red keep in the first place.
it was a cruel thought to think. but you often thought of what your life would have become if your father would have died after your betrothal. if larys would have allowed you to stay there, with him at the red keep. it was a bitter thought. wishing he had been dead sooner, and yet? you thought it often. you didn't want to. in fact you tried not to think of nothing at all. your feet reached the open gardens and you paid no mind to the bitter air that attacked your exposed skin. you tried to look at the godswood, at the flowers in the moon light. anything to not think about your father or harwin. however, at the red keep again the thoughts felt impossible to keep away. you could not begin but to remember of how you cried the day that you found out your father had betrothed you after lord tyrell's first wife had passed. you went crying from the room after begging him and pleading with him to change his mind. to reconsider. but your father had made his decision. he promised you that one day you would thank him for the position he arranged for you. a chuckled slipped your lips, wondering if the time to be thankful would ever come.
"still sneaking away from your chambers at night?" the voice mused on. it was familiar and you could not help the smile that flooded to your lips as your turned around to see behind. before you stood aemond targaryen. taller than you remembered, leaner, his hair long and a patch covering his eye. he had been dressed in black, from head to toe. aemond did not look as you remembered him to look. though you were sure you did not look as he had remembered you either. still, the both of you smiled to one another.
"aemond-" you cheered gleefully. you were quick to rush into his arms. it was not proper of either of you. both knowing anyone could see, that neither of you respected the formalities. that the two of you now stood in the gardens as you did when you were children. his arms wrapped tightly around the frame of your body and your face nuzzled into his chest. you would hold one another for longer than two friends should before creating distance again. you looked up at aemond's face and his eye had been on you and only you. "you've grown-" you remarked, the smile not fading from your lips.
"as have you, y/n" aemond spoke. he reached out, carefully. taking your hand in his own and beginning to pull you along with him gently. "come on, y/n. there's something i want to show you." aemond instructed you. there was a small part of you that knew you shouldn't go with him. that you were a married lady in her night clothes with nothing but a robe to keep your modesty. though you followed aemond, without a second thought. despite what you knew you did not hesitate as aemond led you through the castle and you blindly followed him through the red keep. down the castle stairs and outside beyond the castle walls.
"should we be here, aemond?" you questioned following him blindly into the dark.
"if i told you we weren't would you turn back?" aemond did not as much as look to you he only continued walking.
"never" you confessed.
"then, no. we shouldn't. but i've been waiting years to show you vhagar" aemond continued to lead you through the field but it was easy to see her. the sight of her was near frightening to you. involuntarily your body moved closer to aemond's, the sight of her was frightening, but aemond could not help but to smile as he watched you cower. "it's okay. she won't hurt you when you're with me. i swear it." he reassured you as he approached vhagar.
your eyes took in the dragon before you and aemond was quick to move to the netting that hung from her side. one of his hands gripping onto it as he once again pulled you close to him. "you trust me, don't do you?" aemond questioned his hand bringing yours to the rope.
"yes," you confessed near breathless. it was now that aemond helped you up the dragon's side. him behind you, arms wrapped around grabbing onto the net, as he helped you climb her. when finally up, one of his hands gently held your waist get onto the saddle. aemond quickly pulled himself behind you. both of his hands pulling you from behind in a way that your back was against his chest and his arms were wrapped around your torso as he grabbed the reigns of the dragon. this was the moment that aemond has always wanted to show you, and as vhagar took off he could not contain the smile that made his way to his face as he watched your first ride on a dragon. aemond would take you flying on vhagar, the wind in your hair as you screamed with joy. your robe no longer tied as aemond kept his arms wrapped around you tightly. where aemond took you was unrecognizable to you now. some distant place from kingslanding; perhaps you knew it when you were a child but you had known it no longer now. aemond was quiet at the two of you sat on the ground. his arms were still wrapped around yours and his eye had been looking to you.
"i have missed you, here. y/n . . . " aemond confessed as your eyes looked up to meet his. a soft smile glowing on your lips.
"as i have missed you, my prince" you cooed to him softly, sitting up so that the two of you could be face to face. there was a silence that followed. a feeling that did not go away and it strained your chest and weakened your legs. you felt it when he looked at you the way he did now. aemond's hand cradled your face, pulling you close to him by your jaw, and without asking he pressed his lips onto yours. you kissed him back, your soft subtle lips that fought against his own. his hand grabbing onto the neckline of your nightgown as he begun to pull at it, exposing the skin of your shoulder. the sudden feeling of your duty flooding you through the mess of passionate kisses the two of you were ingulfed in.
"wait, wait- aemond we shouldn't do this." you attempted to stop what was unfolding before you. aemond kissed you again, and once again you kissed him back. your eyes closed before pulling yourself from his lips again. a nearly impossible task. "no, aemond. i'm married. i have a husband-" you pleaded.
the very mention of your husband was enough to make his blood boil. his face went cold for a moment as aemond remembered when he had found out about your betrothal. you were only given a day to pack your belongings and leave for high garden.
aemond remembered how your father had pulled his sobbing daughter away from the prince. he too had been in tears at the announcement. it was the last time he had seen you. being dragged by your father as you sobbed. the image of you in tears stuck in his mind as the years passed. you hadn't known this; your father never told you, and aemond never got the chance to, but the moment your father dragged you away aemond went running in tears to his mother. the youngest born prince burst into her room and ran to her. alicent's arms opened immediately and frantically.
"what is it? what happened, aemond? tell me-" alicent went frantic. she had never seen aemond so upset before and she worried that someone had been hurt.
"he betrothed her- y/n. lynoel strong. he betrothed her to the lord of high garden. he- he-" aemond was sobbing and alicent's arms were quick to wrap around her son. she had known what everyone around the castle had known. if anything she was waiting for this day to come and she rubbed her sons back as he wept into her chest.
"oh, aemond." alicent sighed. the queen paused attempting to gather some kind of comfort for her youngest son. "there comes a time in every young girls life when she must be betrothed. to become a wife." alicent begun to give her speech but aemond begun to push her back his face now red and flushed with anger.
"mother. no- i'm not upset about her being betrothed. i just-" aemoond stopped himself for a second before finally letting it out. "she should have been betrothed to me! not some lord of high garden. a rose? we're dragons- why not me?" aemond was sobbing again. "is it because i'm not the first born son?" he questioned tears in his eyes again. "is it because i don't have a dragon?" aemond wept again.
"no no, aemond. that's not why, darling" alicent quickly tried to scoop up her son, but he pushed her away the moment she came in contact with him. "aemond, please- i know she is your friend-" alicent hardly got a chance to get her words out before aemond interrupted her again.
"she's not just my friend." aemond spoke up, feeling a need to make his message clear on how important this was to him. "she's the only person in this whole bloody castle who treats me like i'm not wrothless." aemond spat out through his own sobs. alicent looked with sympathetic eyes. unsure what she had the power to do and in turn, she caved.
"i will offer lord strong a marriage proposal for her hand in place of lord tyrell. do you understand?" alicent attempted to clean her son's face. aemond would nod finally accepting his mothers arms again.
alicent would make the proposal to lynoel strong. y/n strong and prince aemond targaryen, to be wed in a few years time. but your father denied it without consideration. he did not waiver. he did not even give her a reasonable doubt. instead, lynoel sent you away to high garden and you watched, weeping out of a carriage window unaware that aemond was even an option for you. aemond, however, had known that some day you would return to him. if it were by the hands of the gods or his own hand.
now you were in his arms and there had only been one problem. your husband. something aemond thought about long before you arrived. "y/n. your husbands dead-" aemond informed you, he did not waiver. not once as he spoke. a look of confusion consumed your features.
"aemond . . ." you trailed off in your own confusion. "what are you talking about?" you questioned him brows furrowed together.
"he's gone, y/n. dead. that fat fool was smothered in his bed." aemond informed you without mercy. without remorse. still you looked at him in confusion, horror- unsure on how to process what aemond was saying to you.
"aemond. did you- did you have my husband killed?" you asked bluntly. there had been no mannerism that could have asked what you were asking him now. what you had already known. aemond smiled.
"obviously. hadn't you wondered why larys requested that the both of you come to kings landing? come on, y/n. i know after all these years at high garden you haven't become daft. i never stopped thinking about you." aemond confessed, his hand returned to your jaw and gently pulled you in closer to him. eye to eye, nose to nose. "even the largest dragon in the world could not fill the hole that you left behind." he confessed, his breath hot on your face.
"say you'll marry me. we'll set things right. say you'll marry me and be my wife. marry me and carry my heirs. say it, y/n." aemond was practically pleading with you. but the pleading had not been necessary. aemond had you wrapped around his finger.
"i'll marry you-"
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A Whole New Beast
Summary: Reader and her husband Prince Aemond had, to one another’s knowledge, never given much thought to kids but what happens when Aemond sees how well his wife is with Aegon and Helaena’s new child but also, vice versa.
Warnings: (pretty soft &romantic) smut/breeding kink/mentions of pregnancy/described childbirth/unprotected sex/oral (f receiving)/fingering (f receiving)/kissing/exhibitionism? (public sex)/use of high valyrian (i just love the way it sounds especially in regards to aemond hehe)/parental insecurity/drinking (ofc w aegon, there always is)
Word Count: 3675
*NOT MY GIF*
“Lady Y/N, the Princess Helaena has requested your presence in her chambers immediately,” one of Helaena’s handmaidens had found you on your morning walk in the gardens.
Your face grew worrisome at the handmaiden’s words as you followed her out of the gardens. Helaena was due to give birth to her third child any day now and you feared something horrible might have happened.
Helaena’s handmaiden pushed open the doors, you saw Helaena on her bed with the Maester between her legs as she cried softly.
“Helaena!” you rushed to her side, grabbing her hand, “Are you alright?”
She moved to speak before, what you assumed, was another contraction passed as she winced, “I’m fine,” she sighed as it moved through her, “I just did not wish to be alone.”
“Where is Aegon?” you shouldn’t have expected him to be here, at least not by his own will. When Helaena had given birth to Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, Queen Alicent had forced him to be there and demanded that he be at his wife’s side as she brought his children into the world.
“Mother did not command him to be here this time around,” Helaena spoke through rugged breaths.
“Would you like me to order the guards to fetch your mother?” you moved to do so.
“No,” Helaena snatched you back by your hand, “I only wish for you to be here, good sister.”
You smiled at her kind words, pushing away some of the hair that stuck to her forehead, “Then I’m not going anywhere.”
She nodded, smiling tiredly. She readjusted her grip on your hand, tightening it as the Maester’s and midwives encouraged her to push.
“Once more, Princess. We can see the babe’s head,” one of her midwives spoke. Helaena’s nails dug into your hand as she screamed, pushing with what seemed to be all her might.
“AHHHHH!” you could’ve sworn her cries shook the walls of every chamber in the Red Keep.
Suddenly the air was filled with sweet cries and shrieks as the Maester pulled the baby from Helaena.
“A boy, Princess,” the midwife announced, quickly wiping away the birth matter before placing the squalling bundle into Helaena’s tired arms.
She smiled sweetly at the small boy, “Is he healthy?”
“As can be,” the Maester answered, “Congratulations, Princess.”
You kissed your sister-in-law’s head, “Well done, Helaena. He’s beautiful. Have you got a name for him yet?”
“Aegon wanted to name him Maelor,” she caressed the sleeping infant’s face, “Do you wish to hold him, Y/N?”
“I would be honoured,” you grinned softly before Helaena passed the baby into your arms, “Well, aren’t you a handsome one, Prince Maelor?” he stirred a bit as you rocked him before you cooed him back to sleep.
One of her handmaidens came through the doors, “Prince Aegon, the Queen, and Prince Aemond, my Princess.”
You assisted Helaena to sit up as the three entered the room. Queen Alicent smiled proudly as she moved to her daughter’s bedside.
“My sweet love,” she kissed her daughter’s cheek, Helaena giving a half-smile in return, “I do hope your labours were not too painful.”
Helaena shook her head, “Faster than the first time. But still excruciatingly painful.”
You laughed softly at her words, “Prince Aegon, don’t you wish to be introduced to your son?” you raised a brow.
Aegon sighed deeply before moving to his wife’s bedside, looking at the baby in your arms.
“Another son,” Aegon spoke. He merely watched as you passed the bundle to the Queen so that she might get a better look at her grandson.
“Yes, my Prince. Your wife has done an excellent job,” you spoke rather coarsely to him. Aegon wasn’t a good person, let alone a good husband, and Helaena wasn’t just your sister-in-law but your friend and you never cared for the way Aegon treated her.
“You might wish to hold your son, brother,” Aemond suggested.
Aegon cleared his throat, “Oh- of course,” you looked to Helaena first, she was reluctant at first before giving a nod of approval before you took the boy from the Queen and handed him over to Aegon.
The baby didn’t look right in his arms but there was nothing you could do about it. He was the father after all. You smiled again at Helaena before finally moving to your husband’s side.
“The boy’s name?” the Queen asked.
“Maelor,” Helaena answered.
Queen Alicent smiled at her daughter, “Excellent choice. I assume the two of you would like some privacy?”
“That won’t be necessary,” Aegon answered, “I’ve got matters that need attending to.” He handed the baby back to Helaena in haste.
“Matters more important than the birth of your son?” you questioned.
Aegon’s jaw tensed at your comment, his fist curling as he tried to take a step towards you, “What was that, Y/N?”
You moved to speak before Aemond stepped in, “Careful, brother.”
Both brothers moved towards one another before Queen Alicent stepped in, “Not here. This is about Helaena and the babe.”
“I couldn’t agree more, Your Grace,” you spoke up, pulling Aemond back to your side.
Queen Alicent nodded at you before turning to Helaena, “My husband may do as he pleases. I only wish for Y/N and Aemond to be here.”
The Queen shifted uncomfortably at her daughter’s words, “As you wish, my love.” she stroked Helaena’s hair, “Come along, Aegon.”
Aegon did not hesitate to leave as fast as he could, not even waiting politely for his mother. Queen Alicent said her goodbyes before making her way out of Helaena’s chambers.
You took Aemond’s hand, leading him to Helaena’s bedside, “Their energy was bad for the baby. Aegon stunk of wine, he left it on Maelor’s blanket.”
“Shall we have one of the midwives change it?” Aemond asked his sister.
Helaena shook her head, “I don’t want anyone else touching him beside you or Y/N.”
You could see how tired the poor girl was, “Helaena,” you took her hand, “Maybe you should find some sleep. You’ve exhausted yourself heroically this morning.”
Helaena took a deep breath before nodding, “Will you two be alright looking after him while I do?”
“Of course,” you nodded, “We’ll just be over in the nursery. The minute you wake, we’ll bring Maelor back.”
“Thank you,” she smiled as she handed the baby over to you.
You scooped him into your arms. Helaena attempted to make herself comfortable, “Here, let me help,” you offered before turning to give Aemond the baby, “Take him.”
Aemond had never given off the fatherly type but he knew his sister had only entrusted him and his wife. So he nodded before awkwardly taking the baby into his arms. While you adjusted Helaena’s pillows and settled her into bed.
“Sleep well, sister,” Aemond spoke softly as Helaena waved us goodbye. You and Aemond left her chambers quietly so as to not wake the sleeping infant. “Shouldn’t you take him?”
“You that scared of him?” you giggled as you took the baby from Aemond’s arms, “Rides the biggest dragon in the world and is scared of his infant nephew.”
Aemond scoffed, “I am not scared. He’s just too delicate.”
“You won’t hurt him,” you smiled at your husband as you entered the nursery.
“Seems as though the handmaidens already fastened a cradle in here,” Aemond nodded over to the bassinet in the corner.
“Let’s see if he likes it then,” you walked over and placed your newborn nephew into the crib. He was still fast asleep after you tucked him in. “Seems he does,” you kissed his head as he slept soundly.
You and Aemond stood over the sleeping boy for a while, just listening to his soft little breaths and snores.
“How could your brother bare to be away from him by choice?” you finally spoke, breaking the silence.
“Aegon has never been built for responsibility,” Aemond answered, “I mean, the only reason he was there when the twins were born was because Mother forced him to be.”
You shook your head at the thought, “Hopefully all three are more like Helaena than they are like him.”
Aemond sighed, “Gods be good.”
“They’re such beautiful things. Babies that is. Not a bad thing about them. Just pure innocence and joy.”
“Born into such a corrupt world. Makes you think twice about having them.”
“And you have?” Aemond raised his brow at your question, “Thought about having them?”
“The thought has crossed my mind.”
“Really? Why have you never said anything?”
Aemond tensed a bit before clearing his throat, “Has the thought ever crossed your mind?”
“Of course, it has, Aemond. From the moment a girl comes of age and even before that, they are told about the so-called miracle of childbirth. Though after seeing what Helaena went through, definitely a load of sheep shit.”
Aemond chuckled lightly, “And what are your thoughts exactly?”
You let out a deep breath, “The idea of having one or two seems nice. What about you?”
He paused before saying anything, “I don’t think I’m fit to be a father.” Aemond moved away from the crib, towards the windows of the nursery that faced the horizon over Blackwater Bay.
“What in Seven Hells are you talking about?” you followed him over.
Aemond shook his head, “Look at me. A one-eyed man whom everyone in all of the Seven Kingdoms is terrified to look at. A monster.”
You sighed before resting your hand on the scarred side of his face and pushing it to face you, “You are not a monster. You are my husband. A Prince of the Seven Kingdoms. A fine warrior. A dragon rider. A poet and a scholar. All of this and more. But most importantly, Aemond, you’re a good man.”
“Do you wish to have children with me, Y/N?”
“More than anything, Aemond,” you smiled proudly.
Aemond finally exchanged a similar one, “Then children we shall have. Though we may need some more practice first.”
Aemond took a step towards you, one of his hands falling to your waist while the other cupped your face. He leaned forward, both of your eyes fluttering shut. Until the soft whimpering that came from the cradle pulled you both away.
You moved to comfort Maelor before Aemond stopped you, stepping towards the crib himself and picking up the softly crying baby.
“Shhh,” Aemond cooed, “It’s alright little one.” You smiled softly as he began to rock himself and the baby, continuously cooing to him.
There was a knock at the nursery door, “Come in. Quietly please,” you instructed.
Helaena’s handmaiden entered, “My lady, my prince,” she curtsied, “The princess is awake and wishes for her child to be returned to her.”
“Of course,” you nodded. You walked to Aemond, “Want me to take him?”
“I’ve got him,” he answered, his eye still fixated on the sleeping boy.
You kissed Maelor’s head then Aemond’s cheek, “Let’s get him back then.”
The three of you returned to Helaena’s chambers. She appeared to have bathed and rested from her current looks.
She looked at you questioningly as you were the first to enter the room, “Where’s Maelor?”
Aemond had finally entered the room, the sweet bundle still fast asleep in his arms, “No need to fret, sister.”
Helaena smiled softly as Aemond handed her son back to her, “Thank you both for looking after him.”
“We’d be happy to do it whenever you’d like, Helaena. He’s a sweet boy,” you grinned, “Sweet enough that he even wooed your brother over.”
She nodded at her brother, “A dragon of spring.”
You and Aemond exchanged glances, Helaena had always been known to say peculiar things. You thought it must be related to her labours so you both just smiled at her.
“We’ll let you two have some alone time,” you smiled, “Come, husband. Let’s go for a walk in the gardens.”
Aemond nodded as the two of you exchanged goodbyes with his sister and the new prince before heading off toward the gardens.
The sun was still shining as you took your stroll, stopping to sniff and observe the different flowers and plants. Aemond plucked one, placing it behind your ear as you started to walk toward the more secluded areas of the gardens.
Aemond’s hand stayed on your face, seeming to admire you, “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered softly.
You caressed the scar on his face again, “As are you, my love.”
Aemond wasted no time in pulling your lips to his, both of you moaning softly at the combined softness and neediness that filled the kiss. It seemed after your earlier conversation Aemond was now making haste as his lips trailed down your face and neck.
“Aemond,” you panted softly as he began to undo the lacing on the back of your dress, “We could be seen.”
“Then let them. I don’t plan to let you out of this garden before I’ve filled you with my seed.”
Your body trembled at his words as he managed to pull your dress down. Before he continued, he pulled off his coat, laying it onto the floor and throwing his belt off as well before pushing you down softly to rest on the softer material.
“Gods,” you moaned quietly as Aemond wrapped his lips around one of your hardening nipples while his hand toyed with the other.
He groaned around it before pulling off and switching his attention to the other, mimicking his earlier motions. While your hands slid between the two of you, untucking his tunic from his trousers. Your fingers then undoing the clasp before nudging them down.
“Seems you’re not too worried about being caught now, are you?” Aemond teased.
“Please, just fuck me.”
“In time, my darling,” Aemond smirked before moving in between your legs, bunching your dress in the middle while he removed your stockings and knickers, “Gods be good,” he moaned as he began kissing up your thighs.
“A-Aemond,” your voice quivered a bit as he licked, bit, and kissed up and down your legs.
Getting as close as he could to your pussy, which had to have been dripping by now from all of Aemond’s teasing. He finally locked his lips around your sensitive clit, sucking it as two of his fingers teased your entrance. Your fingers made their way into his hair, attempting to tug on it but the band of his eye patch continued to get in the way. So you began to undo the leather, Aemond made no effort to stop you as you did so. He was only focused on pleasuring you as much as he could.
Once the eye patch was removed, your fingers could now properly grip his hair which only encouraged Aemond in his assault. You bucked and twitched at his touch. Your back arching as your orgasm continued to build in your stomach. Aemond could feel you clench around his fingers, knowing you’d be finishing sooner than later.
“F-Fucking hells,” you moaned louder as he sped up his movements, “Gods- fuck- Aemond!” Your climax ripped through you as you coated Aemond’s porcelain face with your juices. You were attempting to catch your breath before Aemond rose from between your legs and laid a hard kiss on you.
“I love the way you taste,” he sighed as he pulled away, his now exposed sapphire eye gleaming beautifully along with the dampened part of his face. You smiled, still coming out of your post-orgasmic haze, “I read somewhere that a woman is more likely to conceive after an orgasm.”
“Thank the Gods you like to read,” you panted. Aemond chuckled before kissing you again, this time one of his hands fell between you, pulling his trousers down and finally exposing his completely hardened and leaking cock.
He teased your hole a bit with the tip, not pushing in all the way on account of you recovering, “Whenever you’re ready, my love.”
You took in another deep breath before nodding, “Please, Aemond.”
You didn’t have to beg much before Aemond began pushing his cock in. The wetness provided by your first orgasm made it all that much easier. You let out synchronized groans as he bottomed out, the tip of his cock pressing your cervix.
“Gods-fucking hell,” Aemond moaned in your ear as you both adjusted to the feeling of one another.
“Aemond, m-move,” you whimpered in his ear.
Aemond heeded your pathetic-sounding demands and began to thrust over and over. He started slow at first but after hearing the noises you emitted and the way your body reacted every time he sped up, his pace became relentless. The visceral sounds of skin slapping, heavy breathing, and combined moans filled the gardens that surrounded the two of you.
The tightening sensation in your stomach was back, “G-Gonna cum again,” you panted.
“Fuck, I’m nearly there,” Aemond groaned. His pace continuously sped up as you both now chased your orgasms. He leaned his head down, pressing your foreheads together as your climaxes neared.
“I love you,” you whimpered as Aemond pounded into you.
Aemond grunted, your sweet words only encouraging him, “I love you. Can’t wait to put a fucking baby in you. Watch you swell with my child. Let everyone in the Seven Kingdoms know you belong to me.”
And just like that both of you erupted into a string of moans and vile words. If no one had heard the two of you yet, there was no chance they could’ve denied that. Aemond’s cum completely filled your cunt, dripping out around his cock as he was still inside you.
Aemond panted as he thrust his last few times before kissing your forehead and slowly pulling out. You both winced at the absence of one another as Aemond lay next to you on the coat.
He pulled you to him, both of you relaxing in the others’ grasp, “Think this one will take?”
Aemond sighed, “Gods, I hope so. Still,” he leaned on his arm so he could look down at you, “If it doesn’t, that means I can still fuck you like this,” you both smiled before kissing softly, “And if it does, I’ll still fuck you like this.”
NEARLY A YEAR LATER...
“Push, my lady, push!” one of your midwives encouraged.
“I am pushing, you stupid cunt!” you yelled as the pain surged through your body.
“Was I this violent during my labours?” Helaena asked as she continued to grip your hand.
Aemond smirked from the other side of you, your other hand in his grip, “That’s my child inside her. A true dragon.”
“Both of you, shut the- AHHHHH!”
“I can see the head,” the Maester spoke from between your legs, “One last push, my lady.”
You practically roared as you pushed with every last bit you had left in you. The relief overcame you as you felt your child come out and their soft wails fill the room.
“A boy,” the midwife spoke as she quickly wiped off your baby before placing him in your arms, “As healthy as can be. Praise the Mother.”
You sobbed softly as you tiredly rocked the infant, “Shh, it’s alright, my little love.”
“You have a son, my prince. Congratulations to the both of you,” the Maester smiled as he and the midwives cleaned up.
Aemond’s gaze could not be taken away from his son or his wife, pure adoration for the both of them.
“He’s beautiful,” Helaena commented, “A dragon of spring,” she wiped the sweat-clad hair from your forehead.
Your handmaiden returned, “The Queen and Prince Aegon,” she introduced. Aemond’s family joined the room. The Queen moved to the bed. Aegon preferring to stay by the table, coincidentally where the wine was kept.
“Boy or girl?” she asked.
“A healthy boy, Your Grace,” you smiled tiredly. Your son had small wisps of the signature Targaryen silver hair decorating the top of his head.
Queen Alicent grinned proudly, “Congratulations.” She kissed Aemond’s head, then yours, then the babe’s. “Does he have a name yet?”
“Daeron,” Aemond answered, “It means the great little one which is exactly what he is.”
“He’s perfect,” the Queen spoke softly, “Reminds me of Aemond. Such a small thing.”
Helaena rose, “We should give them their time.”
The Queen nodded, “I agree, sweet girl. Come along.” Aegon tossed back his goblet of wine before moving to follow his wife and mother out of the chambers.
“Brother,” Aemond called after him, his gaze still not moving from his new family.
“What is it?” Aegon groaned.
“I shall let it pass this once but if I ever see you drinking or drunk around my son, I will cut your tongue out so that you cannot taste the ale anymore.”
No one said a word as Aegon just nodded quickly before practically running after Helaena and the Queen.
“I will not allow drunken idiots around him,” Aemond explained, “Even if he is my brother.”
You chucked lightly, “Fair enough, my prince.”
Aemond continued to admire your son, “Might I?”
“Of course,” Aemond helped you to sit up to make the hand-off easier, “Though,” you reached your hand towards his head, pulling off the eye patch, “you should meet your son as you truly are.”
Aemond gave a light smile before you handed him Daeron, “It’s scary how perfect he is.”
“I know,” you sighed, “Takes after his father.”
“Not in the slightest,” Aemond kissed the side of your cheek, “Well done, my brave girl.”
“Ao'll emagon naejot bodmagho zirȳla Valyrīha. Sepār hae ao gōntan syt aōha ābrazȳrys.” You'll have to teach him Valyrian. Just as you did for your wife.
Aemond nodded, “Indeed, ñuha jorrāelagon. Issa iā Targārien Dārilaros tolī mirre.” Indeed, my love. He is a Targaryen Prince after all.
“I love you, Aemond.”
His eye finally moved to meet yours, “I love you.”
“And you,” you pulled the swaddle away from your son’s face and kissed it softly, “I love you too.”
“Īlon both gaomagon. Tolī than mirros, ñuha tresy.” We both do. More than anything, my son.
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Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader x Helaena Targaryen
Summary: Aemond walks in on his wife and sister messing around in his bed, what will he do about this discovery?
Warnings: NSFW. Threesome. Scissoring. P in v sex. Cunnilingus. Vaginal fingering. Infidelity. Spanking. Squirting. Sorta Insect? (Aemond and Helaena don’t touch each other but ??). Mean!Aemond. Soft!Helaena. Titty play. This is DIRTYYY.
Authors note: I want to be sandwiched in between these two.
Laughter and the sound of sheets rustling filled the once quiet room. Helaena and her brother’s wife were fooling around in his sheets, unknown to him. The two girls were naked and bare, their hands touching each others bodies with such erotic tenderness.
Their lips formed together into a heated kiss. Their legs were tangled together and they could feel each other’s hot cunts pressed together, making them moan into each other’s mouths.
Yes, She did love her husband, Aemond, but she also loved his sister. Helaena was her best friend and also her lover, she couldn’t live without either of them so she had to keep this a secret because she didn’t know how Aemond would react.
“My princess…” She broke the kiss and threw her head back as she ground her hips into Helaena’s. Helaena’s hands were on her lovers waist as she helped the girl chase her pleasure as well as her own.
The two didn’t hear the door open as they were too caught up in their affections. “Well…well…what do we have here?” A voice came from the door. The two girls jumped at the familiar voice, they both turned their heads to see Aemond standing with a smirk in front of the closed door.
“My love, it’s not what it looks like…” She jumped away from Helaena and they both covered their bare bodies. She quickly got up and covered herself with a silk robe that was close by. She stepped over to her husband and tried to plead her case.
“Oh really? Cause it looked like you were rubbing that sweet cunt on my sisters and pressing your lips onto hers..” Aemond said as he grabbed his wife by her chin softly, caressing her bottom lip with his thumb.
Her lip quivered and her eyes were wide as she was frightened at what he was about to do or say. “Sweet wife…I’m not mad.” He smiled sympathetically at his wife who looked as if she was about to cry at any given moment. “You’re not?” She asked.
“No, sweetling. Helaena had already told me about your…endeavors with her, and I’m happy to share my perfect wife with her.” He said as he looked to Helaena who was still on the bed and under the covers. His wife turned back to see Helaena with a smile on her pretty face.
“Come here, sister.” Aemond commanded as he began to kiss his wife’s neck and trailed up to her lips. Helaena walked over to the scene and began her own assault on her neck and shoulders. The moment was so sensual and intense. She felt as if the room were a sauna.
Aemond pulled on the tie of her robe and let it slip off of her, revealing her naked body to them. She whimpered in her husband’s mouth at the feeling of his sister’s lips on her hot skin, her hands caressing her waist and hips as his were gripping onto her ass.
She felt his cock grow hard in his trousers while she was pressed against him. The roughness of his pants against her soft skin only added to the intensity.
“Such a sweet little whore…your husband doesn’t fuck you enough, you have to go to his sister hm?” He teased and gripped her neck to make her look him in the eyes. “And I fuck you practically every day. Just can’t get enough, that’s it?”
“Be nice to her, Aemond. She’s sensitive..” Helaena said as she tucked her chin into his wife’s shoulder and looked up at him. “I’m her husband, I think I’d know that..” he rolled his eyes at his older sister, giving her a slight glare.
“Aemond…” She whimpered which drawn his attention back to her, his eyes softening at the sight of her all needy and pretty. “I’m sorry, baby.” He smiled down at his wife. His gaze flickered to his sisters face, he gave her a knowing look which she replied with the same expression.
“Let’s have some fun, sweet girl..” Helaena said as she smirked against her shoulder. She took her hand and guided her to the edge of her bed. Aemond watched as the two naked girls stepped towards his bed, his eyes trailing on his wife’s bum.
Helaena softly pressed her lips against her lovers, her hands resting on her hips as she pulled her in. Aemond began unbuttoning his shirt as he watched the two girls kiss, the sight only arousing him even more.
The girls were so caught up in each other they didn’t even see Aemond undressing himself. Their lips were molding as one and their tits pressed together. Helaena moved her hands down to the girls plump ass and gave it a squeeze, making her gasp into her mouth. Helaena took the opportunity to shove her tongue her mouth, making the kiss so much better.
Helaena was suprised when she broke the kiss, even more so when she pushed her down onto the bed. As she was about to crawl onto of her, hands stopped her from doing so. She looked up at the only possible answer to who it was and she saw her husband staring at her with a lustful gaze.
He was shirtless and his breeches were untied, his defined torso on display. He dipped down to place rough kisses onto her neck, making her moan. Helaena sat up and watched the two as she grabbed her lovers tits and squeezed them softly into her hands.
The feeling of Helaena playing with her nipples and Aemond kissing her neck was too much. She was already so sensitive before, now she was turning into a mess before them.
“Why don’t you lay down, Hel?” Aemond said as she barely glanced up from his wife’s back. She gave him a nod and settled herself between the pillows. Aemond kneeled down, “Get in between her legs with your ass up and ready for me.” He whispered in her ear sternly.
She shuttered at the feeling of his breath on her neck, but she quickly complied with his command. Her face was in between Helaena’s legs, practically face to face with her pussy. Aemond took off his trousers and got onto the bed and behind his wife.
He grabbed her ass and gave it a rough slap. She groaned at the sudden pain. Helaena caressed her head with such gentleness, unlike Aemond. The two were so different yet she loved them just the same.
She looked up at Helaena to see her already staring at her with love in her eyes and a sweet smile. Her hands ran through her hair and rubbed her soft cheeks with her thumbs. Her gentle touch made her face warm, she gently laid her head on Helaena’s pale thigh as she caressed her head.
She found comfort in her touch as her husband was so rough with her, she felt his fingers float down to her cunt and dip into her wetness that was dripping out of her. “Fuck…always so wet, my sweet little wife.” He groaned as he played with her cunt, running his long fingers over her sensitive clit.
His touch made her shiver and moan into his sister’s thigh. Her noises made Helaena giggle, “So beautiful.” She cooed at the woman in between her legs.
Aemond bent down to whisper in his wife’s ear, he grabbed her neck and pulled her up, “I want you to lick my sweet sister’s cunt as I fuck you, got it?” She nodded in his grasp, whimpering at how harsh he was treating her.
He let her go and placed a hand on her hip and another on his cock, guiding himself into her cunt. She took this time to lick a broad strip onto her lovers cunt, making Helaena moan and throw her head back into the pillows.
Aemond pushed himself into his wife’s cunt, making them both moan at the feeling. The vibrations of her voice that played into her cunt only added to the pleasure she was giving Helaena.
Aemond barely let her have time to adjust before moving his hips to thrust back into her cunt. Her mouth messily made out with Helaena cunt, her tongue licking at her swollen clit. Her hands were all over her lovers body, one holding her thigh open and another grabbing at her tits. Helaena’s fingers were laced through her lovers hair as she practically humped her face.
Aemond watched the scene play in front of him in delight, “she’s good with her mouth, isn’t she?” He panted as he asked his sister, she only nodded her head as she could barely form words. Aemond laughed at his sister struggling, his hips slamming into his wife’s cunt.
Her sweet moans traveled to Helaena core, making her grip the sheets below her. “You’re doing so good, my sweet..” she gasped and stroked her head and cheeks. “Such a good girl..” she smiled down at the woman who was giving her the best head of her life.
“Our good girl..” Aemond said as he fondled with her ass before giving it a slap. She jolted at the hit, but continued her assault on Helaena sopping cunt.
Aemond’s thrusts were hard and fast, making his wife’s body shake before him. His cock was buried into her and the room was filled with the wet sounds her cunt made as hips slammed into her.
His eyes trailed on the movement her ass made when his hips crashed into her over and over again. He was mesmerized by her and her body, no one was more obsessed with her more that him. Well, perhaps Helaena was but he could share the number one spot with his dear sister.
Her cunt swallowed his cock, she clenched down onto him, making him groan. His cock throbbed inside of her. They both were so close, as was Helaena. She was practically withering away at the feeling of her brother’s wife’s mouth on her cunt.
“So fucking good.” He moaned, his pace quickened as he felt his release approaching. She was drooling into Helaena’s cunt, her mind floating in a far away land. All she could do was lick into her lovers sweet cunt as if it were candy. Her husband was pounding into her, and it felt glorious. Her peak nearing so quickly.
Helaena’s moans and whines were the sweetest song she had ever heard. Her hands were gripping onto her hair. Her tongue had dipped into her hole and fucked Helaena with her long tongue. Helaena was so close she was convulsing with pleasure. Her legs shook around her lovers head as she came with a loud moan.
“You did so well, my love… so so well..” Helaena panted as she watched her begin kissing her thighs that were soaked in her arousal. Her whimpering tickled her skin, her body was shaking as she neared her peak.
“I know you’re close, sweet girl. Cum for me, Cum for your husband..” Aemond said as he felt her clench harder than she had before on his cock. A white ring formed around the base of his cock and the stickiness of her arousal connected them when he thrusted back into her.
She moaned at his words, he had knew her so well. Her husband was so attentive to her and her needs. She had felt dizzy, her peak finally reaching her as she soaked his cock and the sheets below her. She had only done that one other time before for him, he was shocked he had done it again.
His release came close behind her, he filled her womb up with his cum. “Gods…you’re so perfect.” He said as he caught his breath and stroked her back. He gently pulled out of her and laid her down onto the bed next to Helaena. He pulled the covers over the two girls and rushed over to the table beside the fireplace where he had thrown his clothes and grabbed a handkerchief that he kept in his pocket that had his wife’s initials sewed on it.
He cleaned himself up and threw his trousers on before cleaning his wife up. He gave Helaena the cloth to clean herself as he didn’t feel comfortable cleaning his own sister’s cunt.
He pressed a gentle kiss on the girls heads before pouring them each a glass of water that was kept on the table. He handed his sister a glass and sat his wife up to have her drink the water, “drink up, sweet girl. You need it.” He said as she cuddled into his side, her mind still foggy from the intense peak she just had. She gulped down the water and looked up at her husband with love in her eyes, she had never been so in love with him than this moment. He had accepted her for who she was and loved her no matter what.
She leaned up a pressed a gentle kiss onto his lip which he reciprocated. They both pulled back with a smile, “I love you so much, Aemond.” She whispered and tucked her head into his shoulder. “And I love you, beautiful girl.” He said with a smile plastered on his lips.
“What about me?” Helaena questioned as she laid her head into her lovers lap. “You know I love you, my sweet.” She giggled as she leaned down to bring Helaena into a kiss.
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