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Kickstart My Heart II.
Summary:
After getting married Aemond and Y.N decide they want to have a baby.
Warning(s): Language, Kissing, Smut - Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Edging, Teasing, Dom/Sub Understones, Unprotected P in V.
AEMOND TARGARYEN x Y.N
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Word Count: 3524
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.
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“Are we sure were ready for a baby, Aemond?” asked Y.N quietly as she lounged on the sofa.
“I thought a baby was what we both wanted?” questioned Aemond curiously.
“It is, guess I’m just having a little panic over the responsibility and what type of mother I’d make” muttered Y.N.
“You will be a fantastic mother” replied Aemond as he reached forward and tucked a strand of auburn hair behind his wife’s ear.
“Aemond” whispered Y.N closing her eyes.
“I’d have a whole team of children with you if you’d let me, love, I’d fuck you every single day, filling you with my seed over and over again-” rasped Aemond, as he leaned over her and pressed a series of gentle kisses to her neck.
“Then do it-” whispered Y.N , finding herself aching between her legs at the thought of her husband taking her over and over. “We both want one, so why wait any longer when we’re both ready?”
Y.N held her breath as Aemond’s hands began started traveling up and down her body, slowly, like he was memorising every inch of her.
“If I get between your legs tonight then I am going to make you fucking beg for it, little bird and I’ll only fill you up when you’ve been a good girl for me-”
Y.N shuddered at the way the muscles in his forearms flexed as his hands explored her body, dipping under the black slip that she was wearing.
“Aemond, that feels so-don’t stop” groaned Y.N, as her husband’s hand inched up higher.
“I couldn’t if I wanted to, love. Just relax yourself and let me explore” he gave her a small grin.
Who was she to argue with that? Every place this man touched her turned her on more than the last. His hands were now , lifting her slip so that he could feel her skin. Like the rest of her, it was hot and ready and waiting for more.
His lips joined his hands over her belly button, placing small kisses up higher and higher until her slip was pushed over her head and off, showing her black lace bra and matching underwear.
“Fuck, Y.N, you are so fucking gorgeous-” growled Aemond. His lips continued their journey as he pulled the cups down, exposing her breasts. “What the fuck did I ever do to deserve to be able to touch you like this-”
As soon as her breasts were fully free, he bent his head down and began sucking on one, then the other, flicking his tongue against her nipples, which she had discovered quite a while ago was her ultimate turn-on.
Her hands were now in his long silver hair, pressing his mouth deeper into her chest and her head fell back on a groan. her hips were writhing underneath him, which she could not help. She needed some sort of release soon or she was going to explode.
“Aemond, you need to touch me-I need to come-”
“Not yet, love. Soon. Trust me-once I’m done playing.” There was a glint in his eye, the one she knew all too well. Her husband was in a playful mood tonight.
Y.N let her hands travel down to lift up his T-shirt. He broke away from his feast on her breasts for just a second to let her take it off. The feeling of his skin against hers only added to her want. He continued his assault on her nipples, and it was driving her fucking insane.
His tongue flicked out across her nipple and she mewled at the contact, her core tensing in anticipation of what was to come. Needing any kind of relief, Y.N positioned her legs around his hips, digging her feet into his arse, needing him closer so she could find some sort of friction to help with the ache in her core.
This seemed to snap something inside of him, because before she knew it, Aemond had lifted her off the couch and was then carrying her up the stairs and into their bedroom.
“You’re going to regret having this conversation with me, Y.N.” He panted into her ear as he carried her. “I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight for the rest of the week-”
Oh, he was so fucking wicked.
He placed her on their king size bed, and they quickly lost the rest of their clothing, needing to feel each other more than they needed their next breath.
Crawling on top of her slowly, their lips crashed together, and their hands were everywhere.
“Christ, love-so fucking good” mumbled Aemond against her lips as he pulled her hips flush against his for a second.
Slowly, one of his hands started to make its way down her body and she held her breath when she felt his fingers stretching out and eventually start to inch inside of her stretching her out, readying her for more.
“So, fucking wet,” He mumbled against her. “So, fucking good for me-if you’re good, I’ll let you come like this-” whispered Aemond hotly. “I’ll let you come around my fingers before I tease the fuck out of you with my cock.”
And then he added a second finger inside of her heat and crooked his fingers in just the way he knew how to.
“Oh shit-“ Y.N panted out, clinging onto his shoulders.
She couldn’t help it—she threw her head back and moaned his name as her centre clenched and a sudden orgasm from the tension and anticipation inside of her broke free.
“That’s it little bird-“ groaned Aemond.
“Fuck, Aemond-oh my god”
His fingers still inside of her, he brought her down from the high slowly with a triumphant smirk on his lips, but when she looked in his eye, she knew that they were not done.
Not by a long fucking shot.
“I want to play a little game with you, love” whispered Aemond against her ear, his fingers still stroking her clit lightly and she bit her lip, only able to nod as her answer came out softly.
“Yes” whispered Y.N against his lips, and before she knew it, Aemond had picked her up around the waist, sat her on top of him and was pressing his cock against her entrance with a feral look in his eye as he watched himself pressed against her folds.
“I fucking love watching myself inch inside of you-” He told her in a low tone, the hand at her back sliding down to grip her arse and then she felt the head of his cock opening her almost painfully, just like every other time.
It was a pleasurable pain, it felt so fucking good.
“Aemond-" Y.N managed to pant out, gripping at his shoulders as he entered her from below, the sensation causing them both to moan as she slid down further onto his cock.
Out of all the positions they had tried since their relationship began, this was one of his favourites. Aemond loved watching his formally shy wife bouncing on top of him.
Y.N loved it for her own reasons, she loved feeling close to him and loved the look of wonder on his face as he watched her breasts bounce up and down— she knew how much it turned him on.
Another groan erupted from her when Aemond finally flexed his hips, pushing against her and bottoming out completely. It was the most amazing feeling, him all of the way inside of her.
Y.N felt a fist in her long hair and her face was brought so close to his that their noses were touching. His eye were fierce-primal. Whatever he had planned for her, by the end of it she knew that she would struggle to walk.
"Do you feel that Y.N?" panted Aemond against her lips and flexed his hips into her again, the tip of his cock reaching that place inside of her that could make her explode if the right pressure was applied.
All she could do in that moment was swallow and moan as she felt herself continue to stretch around him, her body readying itself for whatever he had in store for it.
"I'll give you all of that," whispered Aemond, a small grin on his lips as his forehead rested against hers as he continued to press into her with his cock. "If you can be good girl for me and not move an inch, I’ll let you have it-I’ll put a baby inside of you” He grinned wickedly at her. “But let's see how much self-control you really have, first"
And then without giving any warning, he rocked into her so painstakingly slowly that she felt her legs start to shake involuntarily at the action.
Oh. He wanted to play this game; it was one of her favourites.
"Don't you dare fucking move, love" said Aemond against her lips as his grip tightened on her arse cheek and the one in her hair kept her pressed tightly against him. “I’ll let you come when you’ve kept still for me. I’ll fuck you so slowly that by the time I’m done with you your whole body will be convulsing with need.”
Y.N managed to keep her hips still, but only just. He was turning her on too much for this torture to last long.
Her pupils dilated and the rush of her scent into the air told him all he must have needed to know, but he was determined to hear it from her lips. He raised a finger and traced her bottom lip, and then the top before pressing his finger inside her mouth. She never broke her gaze as she licked his finger before sucking it deep into the wet heat of her mouth.
“Fuck, little bird”
But then Aemond reached out and pinched both of her nipples and she forgot everything else as she threw her head back and cried out.
“Oh, Aemond-”
He continued to play with one taut peak, but he released the other and lifted her breast in his palm. As he kneaded and squeezed, she reached out a hand to his chest for balance and her legs spread further around his waist. She needed to move, needed to ease the pressure, fuck, he was going to kill her.
“Shall I keep playing with your nipples, Y.N, or are you aching for me to touch you somewhere else?” groaned Aemond pinching her other nipple.
Y.N wanted his mouth on her skin, not just on her breasts. She wanted to move. She wanted him to move roughly against her, she needed more. She always needed more. Putting everything out of her thoughts, instead, she ran one hand down her stomach and rubbed her clit slowly as she looked him directly in the eye and bit her lip for him.
“I want you here” whispered Y.N, smiling as she heard the feral sound that was almost like a growl erupt from the back of his throat.
He leaned down and licked along her throat, seeming to revel in the musky scent and taste of her.
“You’re fucking unbelievable-” rasped Aemond flexing his hips again into her and making her groan loudly again.
Keeping eye contact and merely tracing down her body with his hand until it met hers, the seam of her slit was then encircled by his fingers and his cock was hard as steel inside of her.
“Don’t look away from me, I want to watch your face when you move on my cock.” He told her as his lips grazed along her jawline. “I want to see your eyes widen when you break for me and tell me how fucking much you want me to put a baby inside of you” His hips moved into her again, stretching her out and hitting the place she needed him.
“Oh, shit-“ panted Y.N breathlessly against him.
“Right there, Y.N. That’s where you want it, isn’t it?” His cock kept pushing to the back of her, making her legs quake with the effort to keep her body still. She wanted to rock. She wanted to bounce up and down on him and send them both over the edge.
She wanted to beg him for more and have him moaning her name as he came deep inside of her. She wanted all of that.
But she could only have it if she was his good girl-she had to obey, first.
Aemond’s fingers began to focus on her clit.
As soon as his digits made contact with her slick, hard nub, Y.N moaned and tightened her thighs around his waist.
“Stay still, or this will only take longer” growled Aemond roughly against her ear and his free hand grabbed at her hip, squeezing her to keep her still for him. He could draw this out, but from the sound of his moans whenever she moved even the slightest inch, she could tell that he would be close soon. Besides, she wanted to send him over the edge so he could then have time to explore the rest of her body later. His tongue swirled and lapped at her pulse point as his finger kept up the pressure on her clit.
Y.N instinctively tried to raise her hips again, but he held her down and squeezed them to keep her in place. Then he bit her over her pulse point. Hard. She cried out and Aemond rumbled in approval at how loud she screamed for him.
“Such a good fucking girl.” His tongue licked where he had just bitten down. “You always make the sweetest sounds for me-”
Aemond loved biting her, he always had.
Y.N moaned at the continuous touch of his fingers on her clit and Aemond moaned with her, feeling her muscles squeeze and release around his cock as she tried to keep herself calm and controlled for him. When she relaxed and stopped spasming, Aemond took one last lick of the juncture between her neck and collarbone and raised his head. Y.N’s eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks flushed, and her expression relaxed.
He nuzzled her cheek as she drew in a breath. She loved the feel of his stubble on her skin. Aemond growled and he ended her chance to moan for him further by taking her mouth in a rough kiss.
Opening to him, she savoured the feel of his hot, silky tongue against hers. He moved one of his hands to her arse and squeezed, his touch like a brand on her skin. She wanted, no needed, to feel more of his skin against hers. She wrapped her thighs even tight around his hips, grabbed his shoulders, and tilted her hips in invitation, causing them both to groan at the action.
“Be the fucking death of me, love.” Aemond panted against her and his hips flexed in and out of hers so slowly that he was shaking himself with the effort to not just fuck up and into her hard, making the torture end for both of them.
“Aemond, please” begged Y.N.
The waiting was torture. The stillness was agony.
“Shhh-can you take a little more for me, love?” asked Aemond as he grabbed her hair and pulled it.
Oh-he knew how much she fucking loved him pulling her hair.
“I-I’ll try-” Was all that she could say as she tried to keep her hips from rocking.
“That’s my good girl-” He rocked his own hips right into her, making them both hiss. “So, fucking tight-all mine”
As she rubbed against him slightly but barely moving, Aemond snaked a hand between them to pinch one of her nipples and then twisted. The pleasure and pain made her cry out. He took the opportunity to kiss her jaw again, her neck, and then her shoulder simultaneously.
“I need more” whimpered Y.N
Moving back up to her face, Aemond took her lips against his roughly as he finally thrust his hard, long cock right into her, bringing her hips against him with his hands to allow her the briefest of pressure against her clit.
“That enough for you, sweetheart?” asked Aemond as he brought her hips back into his again, causing her eyes to roll into the back of her head.
“Yes-more-” breathed Y.N, her nails digging into his shoulders as the sensation of him filling her over and over as he forced her hips forwards took over her and she felt herself needing more needing it harder and faster.
Something must have snapped inside of him then.
Growling, Aemond quickly moved their positions so that Y.N was beneath him and she moaned out loud when his lower body began to move in slow, long strokes, reaching deep inside her.
“You wind me up too much-need to fuck you like this” mumbled Aemond into her hair before looking down at her as she clung to him, her legs still wrapped around his waist.
As his pace picked up, she gripped his shoulders for dear life and moved with him, never taking her eyes from his.
“Keep going,” She panted against him. “Just like that-just like that”
“You like that?” The bed started to pound against the wall.
“Yes-yes Aemond” Her head started to bounce off the mattress.
“Fucking love you Y.N-my little bird, my wife” every thrust of his hips was forcing her further towards their headboard.
“Come for me, Aemond-fill me up-Oh, God!-“ She slapped her hand over her mouth as his hips crashed violently against hers.
“Gonna come so hard right where you need it – Right there – fuck! – Fucking going to love seeing you pregnant-“ He rotated his hips as he spoke, his forehead against hers as the headboard continued to assault the bedroom wall.
Y.N scrawled her nails down Aemond’s back hard enough to leave marks making him growl in approval and fuck her harder into the mattress.
“Mark me fucking harder” ordered Aemond as Y.N scored her nails down his back again.
“A-Aemond” shrieked Y.N.
“So, fucking good for me-Oh, shit-yes-my wife-little bird” moaned Aemond, his hips crashing into hers, babbling to himself and hitting all the right spots for her.
“Aemond I’m close-let me come, please-“ begged Y.N. She was so close, just a little more and she would be there. He was filling her, making her feel so tight as her walls gripped around him, needing the release.
“Making me come-” said Aemond against her lips as his thrusts started to become erratic, hitting her clit as he rounded down on her every single time.
“Aemond, yes-yes, give me a baby-I want your baby“
And then he was there.
“FUCK!” roared Aemond, the heat spreading across his abdomen as he exploded, spilling rope after rope of seed inside her.
“Oh shit – Aemond!” shouted Y.N as she clutched Aemond’s shoulders to ride the wave after wave of delicious, blinding pleasure that coursed through her body as her core clenched and released his hard cock.
Aemond collapsed on top of her just as she started to come down from her orgasm. When he lay fully on top of her, Y.N hugged his body tight.
“You are mine. Do you hear that?” whispered Aemond against her into her ear. “You. Everything about you. You are mine.”
“Yours Aemond. Always yours”
Aemond finally lifted his head after a minute or so, Y.N’s legs going slack on either side of him.
He fixed her with a wicked grin.
“You think we did it first time?” He asked her with a raised eyebrow as he glanced down at her stomach in meaning. “Because I think I put in a good effort there-”
Y.N giggled and rolled her eyes. “You never know”
“Well we will just have to keep doing it-practice does make perfect after all” muttered Aemond as he bent down to kiss her on the lips.
Y.N practically bursts with excitement as she holds up the home pregnancy test, her eyes sparkling with joy. "Aemond!" she calls out eagerly, her voice trembling with excitement. "Look, look!"
Aemond turns to her, his expression curious at first, but then his eyes widen as he realizes what she's holding. He steps closer, his heart racing with anticipation. "Is it...?" he begins, unable to finish his sentence as he sees the unmistakable result on the test.
Y.N nods vigorously, her smile radiant. "Yes, yes, Aemond! We're going to have a baby!" she exclaims, her voice filled with elation.
Aemond's face breaks into a wide grin, his heart swelling with happiness. Without hesitation, he reaches out and places a hand gently on Y.N's stomach, feeling a rush of emotion at the thought of their growing family. "I can't believe it," he murmurs, his voice filled with awe. "We're going to be parents."
Y.N's eyes shimmer with tears of joy as she leans into her husband's embrace, feeling overwhelmed with love and excitement for the new chapter of their lives. "I love you," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion.
"I love you too," Aemond replies, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "And I already love our little one."
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Countdown: 10 Weeks Until The Return of "House of the Dragon". 🖤🐉🔥
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Inconceivable (Princess Bride AU)
Part I: A Kissing Story
Westeros has been at peace for nearly a year, and a wedding has been planned to celebrate the anniversary. King Jacaerys will marry his aunt, the only surviving child of the Greens, and unite both Targaryen bloodlines at last. It is a fairy tale ending, but this is no ordinary fairy tale...
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x sister!reader (third person, no use of Y/N), side Jacaerys x reader
Warnings: Angst, grief, forced marriage
Point of View: Limited third person omniscient
Author's Note: Nothing like watching an old classic movie to revive the writing inspiration, huh?
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Part I: A Kissing Story
“The princess was raised in a great castle along the coast of a glimmering sea. Her favorite pastimes were riding her dragon and tormenting her older brother. His name was…” Aemond. His name was Aemond, but she couldn’t say that. She had not said it in what felt like a lifetime. Not even to their mother.
His name was Aerion. But she never called him that. Nothing gave the princess as much pleasure as ordering Aerion around. ‘Lēkia, help me brush my hair!’ she would say.
Aerion would reply, “as you wish.’ It was all he ever said to her.
One day, the princess called him into her chambers before they were to attend a ball. When he entered, she was sitting at her vanity, a necklace of sapphires set in gold laid before her. ‘Lēkia, help me with my necklace. The clasp is quite tricky.’
The clasp was not tricky, but he put it around her neck anyway, his hands lingering on her neck as they gazed into each other’s eyes through the mirror. ‘As you wish,’ Aerion said.
That day, the princess was amazed to discover that when her brother said ‘As you wish,’ what he meant was this: ‘I love you.’ And even more amazing was that night when she realized she truly loved him back.”
“Is this a kissing story?” Young Aegon’s voice shattered the spell she’d been under like a pane of glass. The young prince – her nephew – was tucked into his bed as he recovered from a mild fever.
She laughed. The boy was becoming a man now if he no longer had a taste for ‘kissing stories.’ Once, he had loved them. “I’m sorry, Aegon. I can tell another if you would prefer?”
Aegon sighed. “No, I think I just want to sleep, muña.”
“Then I shall let you sleep, trēsy.” She did not let her disappointment show until she had left her nephew’s bedchamber. She needed to tell the story, for it was the only way she could keep it alive, the only way she could remember.
So, as she returned to her rooms and was readied for bed by servants she did not trust, she silently told the story to herself.
“Aerion asked the crown for permission to marry his sister, but before they could say their vows, war befell the kingdom, and he was sent away to battle to protect their family.
‘I fear I’ll never see you again,’ the princess cried as they said their farewells.
‘Of course you will,’ he assured.
‘But what if something happens to you?’
‘Hear this now: I will always come for you.’
Through her tears, the princess asked, ‘How can you be sure?’
Aerion smiled, ‘This is true love; you think it happens every day?’
His assurance gave the princess enough bravery to watch him mount his dragon and fly away. But Aerion did not return from battle. His dragon was attacked in the Gullet by his enemies and felled. When the princess got the news that he was murdered, she went into her rooms and shut the door and for days she neither slept nor ate, swearing she would never love again.
Two years later, King’s Landing was filled as never before to hear the announcement of the great King Jacaerys’ bride-to-be.
‘My people,’ Jacaerys said, ‘three months from now, our realm will celebrate a year since peace was at last declared. On that sundown, I shall marry my dear aunt, our princess, to reunite our family and signal an end to the strife that threatened to consume us.’
The people cheered so loudly that the princess thought she might be struck deaf. But she was not, forcing her to hear every moment of their adoration. Her emptiness consumed her.
Although the law of the land gave Jacaerys the right to choose his bride, the princess did not love him. He had fought in the battle where her true love had been killed, and every time she looked at him, all she could see was a vision of her brother as he and his dragon fell into the sea.
Despite Jacaerys’ reassurance that she would grow to love him, the only joy she found was in telling her story to her little niece and nephews – the only other remaining members of her family and the only ones who would not glean the longing in her voice. For if the king or his council ever learned that she still loved her brother…”
The door thumped shut as the last of the servants left. She let out a heavy sigh, at last feeling as though she could breathe again as she finished her story, whispered into her pillow.
“She would never be allowed to tell the story again.”
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Hundreds of miles away, a weather-worn ship rocked lazily in the docks of Lys. Its crew was scattered within the city, enjoying its many pleasures.
All but the captain.
The man known and feared throughout the world as the Dread Pirate Symeon sat alone in his quarters, silent as death. He pored over a map of the Narrow Sea, but his eye was drawn again and again to a single mark – the small three-headed dragon along the coast of Westeros—King’s Landing.
He ran a finger gloved in black leather over the mark, tapping it twice as he again pondered the words that had echoed in his mind since he heard them.
“King Jacaerys has announced his intention to marry his aunt upon the anniversary of his taking the throne and restoring peace to Westeros.”
Symeon stood so quickly that his chair toppled over, one leg splintering on impact. He did not give it a second glance before strapping a sackful of gold to his belt and storming off the ship.
One of his sailors had the misfortune to be making his way drunkenly back to the ship when the captain pulled him aside. “The ship is Marlow’s now,” he said, naming his first mate. “You will tell no one that you have seen me, or I will return and slit your throat. Understood?”
The sailor nodded, his blood sluggish with drink and fear. The captain released him, and he nearly stumbled into the sea.
When he regained his balance and looked back down the dock, the Dread Pirate Symeon was gone.
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The Gods are Prisoners ♢ Chapter 6
Aegon x Aryana Stark (OC) x Aemond
Tags ♢ arranged marriage, romantic tension, eventual polyamory
Wordcount ♢ 4,260
While touring the Seven Kingdom, Prince Aegon meets his intended, Aryana of House Stark. While he expected an austere woman, he instead finds a fiery young lady with an unexpected affinity for dragons. However, he isn’t the only Targaryen prince to take an interest in her…
In this chapter, Aegon confronts Aemond about his jealousy. Aryana and Aegon almost cross the line of impropriety...
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Chapter 6 ♢ The Fire of Envy
As darkness fell over the camp, and some of the men were preparing to come back to Winterfell the next day, Aryana didn’t find rest easy. She had found refuge in her tent and laid upon her cot, which was covered in various pelts and furs—Nymeria joined her and Aryana relished in the simple comfort of finding warmth against her wolf.
Cregan’s words were still lingering in her mind, and she knew his mourning was legitimate. He was saying goodbye to his sister, the girl he had grown up with, and in a couple of months she wouldn’t simply be lady Stark anymore, but Prince Aegon’s wife.
The crown was the endgame, but the road before the throne would certainly be long, as King Viserys was still young. Before that laid many trials, she was sure, and years of serving in the wings rather than central stage.
This season of her life would be the time of discovery, of learning Aegon’s ways just as he would learn hers. She would discover the capital, get used to a castle far different than her father’s, ride around the Crownlands on Sunfyre if Aegon was still inclined to take her—if not, she would take advantage of the King’s Woods with Nymeria.
Then, when learning and discovery was done, a babe would surely be born, and the season of motherhood would start.
All she had trained for since she was a child would come to fruition. She had learned, prayed and learned some more—now, she would finally serve.
As Aryana mused over the future years of her life, a few tents away Aemond found similar preoccupation keeping him awake.
He had initially rejoiced in his brother’s good fortune, but now the joy was overshadowed by the bitter and painful burn of envy. He coveted what his brother was to have, not for the first time in his life, but for some reason this particular blessing unsettled him.
He had spent his young years training to be the best man he could, honing his skills and sharpening his mind, but never had he considered those assets regarding marriage.
He knew he would make a good prospect for a high born lady, despite his scar and taciturn disposition, but he found himself hesitant to approach ladies. He knew the game of courting was rigged from the start—no woman would see him for who he was, but rather his station and the comforts he could provide her.
He also knew his father wouldn’t let him court anyone or consider marriage before Aegon was well and properly wed.
As usual, he was the second son and therefore his prospects came after that of Aegon. He was used to it, and accepted it as the order of things, but he hadn’t expected the intense way he reacted to Aryana. She was an accomplished young woman and that was to be commanded, but in his admiration for her he also found a longing he had never experienced before.
He had had to swallow his annoyance when he had noticed the easy humor between Aegon and Aryana, the way they seemed to please one another effortlessly. One could only come to the conclusion that so far, the match seemed to be an excellent one, and it only highlighted the little chance Aemond would have to ever find such a match.
“Aemond,” he heard his brother’s voice outside his tent, but before he could send him away or call him in, the white-haired man had pushed the heavy flaps and taken a step inside.
“Aegon,” he replied with unconcealed annoyance. He carefully draped the doublet he had just taken off on the back of a chair, and hesitated to put his eye patch back on before turning to face his brother.
“I was only jesting,” his brother said, visibly unbothered by having barged in unannounced, and Aemond wondered if this was a rehearsed conversation, one that came after Aryana’s attempt at an apology.
He despised the idea, and suddenly realized he would surely have to adapt to it—his brother would have another person to share his mind with, and Aemond would always be left as second choice from now on.
“I am aware,” he replied coldly, hoping it would be enough to send his brother away. A tension was pressing behind his eyes and he wasn’t one to share his pain with anyone.
“I didn't mean to question your integrity in this way,” Aegon continued as Aemond finally turned to him, crossing his arms behind his back formally.
As much as Aemond wanted to blame Aegon for his heartache, he knew he only had himself to blame. It wasn’t the way his brother perceived him that worried him, but the fact that the jest had put his mistake into light.
“I crossed a line I shouldn’t have crossed,” Aemond conceded, and he felt foolish for it.
He knew he had no right to seek a friendship with the woman who would become his brother’s wife, or to covet what wasn’t his to have. Marriage would come, he knew, but he wouldn’t be awarded much choice—with a bit of luck he would be allowed to choose between a few ladies selected by his grandfather, but he would have no true freedom in it.
For some reason, he had a hard time believing fate would be as good to him in that regard as it was to Aegon. Such luck would only happen to one brother, as it was often the fate of siblings. To crave what was meant for the other, and resent what couldn’t be shared.
Helaena often spoke of it, even more so in the months leading to the tour, and Aemond had suspected she could feel something but hadn’t dared ask. His sister’s gift could sometimes be a curse, as knowing in advance sometimes meant suffering twice.
“Nonsense,” Aegon protested, stepping closer. There was a lingering smell around him, one of wood and a more feminine fragrance that twisted Aemond’s stomach. “Brother, you know I trust you.”
“Perhaps you shouldn’t,” Aemond held on to his bitter, defeating narrative.
Aegon regarded him strangely for a minute before realization dawned on him and his face smoothed, his eyes widening.
“You are jealous,” he came to the rightful conclusion, and before Aemond could say a word in his defense, Aegon’s smooth face creased once more, his eyebrows drawn together and his mouth pulling downward.
“Is it her, or…” he murmured, and Aemond could see the thoughts rushing behind his eyes. “You know father would happily marry you. I heard Borros Baratheon is eager to marry one of his four girls into the royal line.”
Aemond looked aside, his blind eye to his brother, and sighed. “I pray you realize how special she is, and how fortunate you are,” he said and he could instantly feel Aegon take a step back, closing himself off.
“I am aware, believe me I am,” he said, sounding defensive. He heard him swallow in the quiet of the tent, as the rest of the camp was slowly falling asleep, the merry feasting having come to an end not long ago.
“I’m sorry,” Aegon offered hesitantly, and it only served to anger Aemond.
“Keep your pity,” he spat out, closing the space between them, as he easily towered over his eldest.
“It is not pity to want you to have whatever your heart desires,” Aegon defended, uncrossing his arms and squaring his shoulders.
Despite his shorter stature, there was something potent in his eyes when he wished to summon it, a darkness that sometimes was arrogance, other times a twisted sort of hunger that Aemond wasn’t sure what to do with.
Those moments made him wish he could trade his one good eye with Aegon, only so his brother could see himself through Aemond’s lens, the potential that lurked beneath the surface, the dragon blood that pulsed in his veins but that he struggled to summon, as though he was scared he could not control it.
“You are my brother. Another half of me. My better half, if you ask me, but…” Aegon said with a mirthless laugh, and Aemond knew that the words to come would sting like a spear to the chest. “But she is mine. Or at least she will be, soon.”
Aemond’s mouth twisted and he found himself caught between his own self-loathing and the painful truth his brother had not hesitated to spit back in his face.
Aegon was selfish and possessive, Aemond had learned that fact the hard way, as despite their differences his eldest had never allowed him to stray too far—whoever he loved, he needed to control in some way, to keep at his side at all times. It didn’t matter that it stemmed from fear of failure and abandon.
“For once can you not be happy that I get some happiness,” Aegon defended as Aemond remained silent.
He was suddenly afraid that by finding this match would mean to lose his brother. He hadn’t lied just then; Aemond was part of him, they were two sides of the same coin, one polished while the other was eroded, but one coin nonetheless.
At the same time, another fear took root within his chest before he could stop it. He trusted his brother’s honor and integrity, but he could not help the terrible image that crossed his mind, that of Aemond and Aryana, side by side, and the sight was somehow fitting.
He knew he stood no chance compared to Aemond, who was educated, clever and wise, while Aegon struggled to stay afloat. He would not survive the comparison, and he did not want to try it.
“She is mine, brother,” he repeated despite fully knowing the pain he was causing. As eldest, he should have been gracious and generous enough to grant his sibling some sympathy, to accept that it was common for a younger brother to look with envy at his future sister-in-law, but in that moment he could not muster such sentiments.
“I am aware. I do not want to take her away from you,” Aemond assured, but the crack in the wall was there, letting doubt in.
As the hunting party returned to Winterfell, it brought back a merry atmosphere to the castle.
The celebrated couple danced through the night under the proud eyes of King Viserys and Lord Stark. Both of them knew this marriage could not be allowed to fail, as the future of the realm and the entente between the North and the crown rested on it. A few days of vigorous hunting and of enjoying the fresh air of the Wolfswoods had done both parties some good.
“It seems this match is a success,” Rickon Stark commented, and beside him, Viserys made a pleased sound.
“Indeed. It seems we are witnessing the premises of what will be a most harmonious marriage,” the king replied.
“Did you ever doubt it, your grace?” the Warden asked.
Far from their fathers’ preoccupations, Aegon and Aryana twirled and swayed among the other merry dancers, oblivious to the words being spoken about them.
Aryana had noticed a slight change in her betrothed’s behavior—his arrogance had returned, only with an intense sort of demeanor, and he seemed unwilling to let her out of his sight. She supposed he mourned the privacy the outdoors had awarded them, and there was hardly anywhere to escape as all eyes were on them.
Aegon seemed to thrive under the attention, under the looks of genuine admiration, even though he seemed to wonder about it.
“They are watching the future of the realm,” Aryana whispered to him as their hands met, palm flat, and their faces came closer before parting again as they twirled.
However as the evening turned into night and the wine flowed, they both allowed the merry atmosphere to seep into their bones and make forget about propriety, slightly. Aegon’s eyes were no longer glancing at the crowd, but looking straight at her, and she herself couldn’t look away.
Aryana found herself thriving under Aegon’s attention, secretly glad she had asked her maid to lower the collar of her dress slightly, pinning the lapels of the garment tighter on her corset.
She had chosen a deep green gown which she hoped was a nice touch, as it was reminiscent of the queen’s favored color, but she knew its greatest asset was how it served as a contrasting canvas for her fiery hair. She had chosen to leave her rich red waves free, keeping two simple braids taken from her hairline and laced at the back of her head, accentuating her features.
As they lost themselves to the rhythm of the music and the warmth of the room, she could gradually feel the tension between them mount, and the desire to kiss him had come back to her quicker than she had anticipated and now would not leave her. She regretted that they had not found another moment of privacy to indulge before returning to Winterfell, and now she mourned the closeness they had shared.
The dance ended abruptly and the crowd parted in two, cheering the celebrated couple. Aegon brought the back of her hand to his lips and held her gaze as he pressed a fervent kiss to her knuckles.
Aryana curtsied before she excused herself, quickly finding one of the few ladies in the assembly that wasn’t dancing—Arra Norrey stood on the outskirts, glancing at Cregan from time to time as she tapped her foot to the music.
“I need some fresh air,” Aryana indicated to her friend before slipping away as discreetly as she could.
She found a secluded corridor behind the kitchens, one that led to a cellar that was seldom used, her heart beating in her chest as she heard assured but quiet footsteps following her. She rounded a corner and turned on her heels sharply, delighted to find Aegon staring at her with the same dark expression he had worn on the dancefloor.
“Aegon,” she gasped as they came together, and the tension that had mounted between them all evening snapped.
She sighed in pleasure as he slanted his mouth over hers, their lips catching as their tongues curled together. Hands coming up to find purchase on his chest, she enjoyed the soft fabric and toyed with the intricate chain that decorated the collar as they kissed, long but unhurried.
“You look beautiful,” Aegon said as he pulled away for a breath, his hand warm as it cradled her jaw.
As she pressed herself up against him again, she was grateful for the fact that she didn’t have to push on her toes; still, she enjoyed the heady feeling of him taking the lead as he pressed her against the stone wall gently.
She went willingly, submitting to his eagerness and obvious confidence. He kissed her with a languid passion, with an abandon that didn’t exclude a masterful control of his lips and tongue, leaving a pleasant tingling in her stomach. She enjoyed his forwardness as it stoked the fire of her own curiosity and desire.
As he pulled away again she could feel a thrum beneath his skin, like a wyrm lurking beneath the surface and she was utterly entranced.
There was a darkness in his eyes she had never seen until now, and as he swiped his thumb along the curve of her bottom lip, she shivered. She sighed despite herself as he pressed forward, sharing a breath without touching her, then slid his nose along hers in a soft gesture—at least, it should have been one of tenderness, but in truth it incensed her.
“What has gotten into you?” she murmured, and for a moment Aegon thought he had overstepped, but the smile she pressed against his mouth soon reassured him that she welcomed his advances.
“I am simply measuring my luck, to be promised to you,” he replied, seeking the soft spot behind her ear and kissing it lightly, savoring her shiver.
He tasted the salt of her skin on his lips and she flushed under his attention, burying her hands in his hair. He sighed against her creamy skin, taking a moment to breathe her in and relish in the way she dug her fingertips into his scalp gently.
“This is a lovely gown,” Aegon praised, his voice gone rough, but they both knew what the compliment truly meant. Aryana’s cheeks darkened when she realized the line of sight he had, deep into the corset of her dress, and her chest rose with an elated breath.
“I am glad it is to your taste,” Aryana gasped as he lowered his hand that was still on her jaw, slowly tracing the line of neck and dipping lower, following the valley that led into her collar. She sighed in delight as the back of his knuckles traced the swell of her breast, and he pressed another kiss to her neck.
Aegon chuckled at the sound she made, his skin prickling with anticipation. He loved the thrill of that particular chase, and as slow as this one was, it still made his stomach burn. Acting on instinct and emboldened by the wine, he dipped his head and kissed the soft spot where the two swells of her breasts met, the tender place where all men dreamed to rest their weary heads.
Aryana arched her back and her breath turned shaky, which Aegon swallowed greedily and he came back up to slant his mouth over hers again. Her grip on the front of his doublet tightened as the tingling in her abdomen burst and a lick of heat ran up her core—the sudden desire between them was strong, and she hadn’t expected it to be so intoxicating.
She gently reached up and pulled him back by the hair; he went easy, his mouth red as if stained by cherries and she supposed she must have looked no less disheveled.
“We shouldn’t,” she whispered between them, not without regret. “My father wouldn’t take so kindly to improper intimacies under his roof.”
“Of course,” Aegon replied, nodding solemnly and taking a few steps back. His hair was wild, his carefully combed waves rendered unruly by her hands, which was a lovely sight, and his eyes bore the same wildness, a dark, rich depth that she wished to drown in.
“I’m afraid I rather indulged in wine,” she commented as reason came back to her for a minute and she realized the situation she had led them in, and the ease with which she had done so. She was not completely unfamiliar with desire, but never before had it guided her so.
“No more than I did,” he said, biting his bottom lip. “I should rest in my chambers for a moment, clear my head before I return to the banquet.”
Aryana contemplated his words for a moment, but she knew it was futile. Reason would not win this time, and she found she did not care.
“I could walk with you,” she offered, allowing the wild beating of her heart to guide her, setting aside the teachings of her Septa in favor of her instincts.
“Those corridors are dark, and we are in my father’s halls. I would be a terrible host if I allowed you to take the wrong stairs or crack your skull on the stones,” she explained as Aegon’s grin widened.
She took his hand, pulling him along and leading him to the guest quarters by an outer passage—the cold air of the night made them shiver and cooled the sweat on their skin slightly.
“One kiss,” Aegon offered as they arrived in front of his door and she agreed, following him inside after careful glances on either side of the hallway, looking out for any lingering eyes or ears.
Inside, the room was sparse and quite messier than she had expected—clothes littered every surface and she laughed at Aegon’s obvious lack of neatness. “Does wine usually have this effect on you?” she asked, distracting herself by picking at the seam of a cloak draped over the large armchair by the fire.
Aegon’s white hair looked golden in the light of the flames, and his eyes shone as he turned to face her, an amused grin stretching his pink mouth. “I could ask you the same,” he replied with that same teasing tone that made his voice glide smoother between his lips.
“It is not the wine,” she replied with mirth, enjoying how his eyes crinkled at the corners.
“What is it, then?” he crooned, approaching her with intent.
The soft material of his doublet glimmered in the candlelight, the dark red peeking through the black, and the gold seams standing out. His waves fell in his eyes slightly as he tilted his head questioningly, and she could only flush under the scrutiny.
“Surely you know,” she replied.
“I want you to tell me, please,” he asked as he reached for her chin, his thumb stroking her bottom lip again.
“Only because you beg so prettily,” she taunted him, but she found herself caught in her own trap. His eyes seemed to darken, and his smile turned sharper, with a slightly dangerous edge to it.
“I don’t beg,” he murmured. “I politely request.”
They both laughed into the next breath they shared, their lips hovering but never touching, and the sweet torture was enough to make them both shiver.
“You know how charming you are, surely,” she inquired as he dipped his head to chase the wild pulse at her throat, humming as he found it and pressed his lips to it, gently. His upper lip was soft and so was his chin, as he had shaved for the banquet, but she still wondered whether his kiss would leave a mark.
One press of lips, one humming breath against her throat and he was gone—she swallowed the plea that threatened to fall from her lips.
“I should go back to the ball. Leave you to rest a while,” she said instead, biting her lower lip.
Aegon took a few steps back blindly, then sat down when his knees bumped against the foot of the bed. With his feet firmly planted into the floor, he knew how easy it would be to take her, how good he could make it, and quick enough that hardly anyone would notice their absence.
“Yes, you should,” he said.
“It is already improper that I am here,” she said as though her mind had taken the same path as his, and he felt foolish for inviting her into his rooms.
He knew desire to be stronger than reason, and he had counted on her to be the voice of proper conduct, but it seemed she was just as inclined to follow the pull between them.
“We are meant to be married, how improper could it be,” he shrugged, curious as to what she would answer. Slowly, he reached for the laces of his doublet, starting with the knot at the bottom and working his way up, revealing part of his lap and abdomen.
“Perhaps it wouldn’t be for you, as you have the advantage of being a man. But a lady falling prey to baser urges isn’t to be praised,” she answered, but her eyes were no longer on his face and her breathing had gone ragged.
“Then allow me to use this advantage, will you?” he asked, just as breathless. Warmth spread in his stomach and his cock filled as she closed her eyes and bit her lip, nodding nonetheless.
“We said one kiss,” she breathed, her cheeks flushed a dark red as she stepped closer slowly, and Aegon found himself rooted to the spot.
He was so terribly curious of how far she would let him take it, caught between his respect for her and his desperation to prove himself a good lover.
This was one aspect he knew he could best his brother at, one crucial element in which she would likely prefer him to Aemond—he was skilled in the art of pleasing a woman, unafraid to explore a woman’s skin until he found the spot that made her quake, utterly unashamed of any act it would require.
“I would not do anything—” he started, quickly silenced as she planted her palms firmly on his thighs, using the leverage to her advantage as she pressed a passionate kiss to his mouth. He groaned and it only spurred her on, her grip tightening around his legs as he pressed the heel of his hand into his lap.
He wanted to rock into the pressure, to ease the desire that threatened to render him mad, and her presence while he slowly succumbed to his hunger only made it more potent. He groaned again, this time in frustration, when she took her mouth away—she breathed between them and he shuddered as she looked down, leaving no doubt as to what he was doing.
“I will see you downstairs, my prince,” she murmured, sounding as breathless as he was.
As she slipped back into the hallway, she smiled at him over her shoulder, biting her lip as she swallowed the elated laugh that was bubbling in her chest.
She closed the heavy door and hurried down the corridor, covering her mouth with her hand as she tried to calm the thundering of her heart. She had just had a peek at the infamous wildness of dragon princes, and she supposed her inner wolf was called to it; two wild beasts desperate to find their equal, their mate.
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Away P2
Media - House Of The Dragon
Character - Daemon Targaryen
Couple - Daemon X Reader
Reader - Y/n Targaryen (Niece, Viserys Second daughter with Aemma)
Rating - Sweet
Word Count - 1735
Warning - Suicide Mentions
Part One
Using the secret tunnels to return Y/n to her chambers as if she never left, she tossed away the common clothes and put on her black silk nightie collapsing on her bed,
Daemon watched her change your clothes He could tell she was holding back tears. He felt bad for his sweetling. He knew she must be lonely at times, and he wasn't with her all the time. He decided not to leave just yet. Daemon approached and sat next to her on the bed. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder as he looked at her face. His face was soft and he looked genuinely concerned for her loneliness.
"you'll be leaving again soon, and I'll be alone again…"
Daemon saw her frown growing more upset and he decided to pull her closer to him. He held her for a moment, letting her get some comfort. His hand on her shoulder rubbed gently and he put his other hand on her back and held her close to him. "I know, I know. But I will always come back to you my sweetling. The first thing I do when I return to King's Landing, is rush straight to you. And the last thing I do before I leave is visit you again."
she nodded "But then you're gone. I see you off and then I'm alone, my sister doesn't visit, father never asks to see me, and I'm locked in here so much the handle has dust."
Daemon noticed how sad it was for her. ‘She had no one to really talk to or even just enjoy the time you spent with’ he thought. "Can you tell me something though, sweetling?"
"yes?"
"What do you always do when I'm gone? Are you always alone like this? No one to talk to?"
"always. I just read it. Sew. Sleep"
Daemon frowned as you said that. He felt guilty for being away so long. "You should have more people to spend your time with. What about the handmaidens? You don't get along with any of them?"
"they only come when I call for them, then they do what I ask and go. Most don't talk to me even when I try"
Daemon frowned as he heard her answer. He didn't even want to think about how lonely and depressing this experience was for her. "You haven't got a single friend, have you?"
"... No."
The news made him a bit disappointed. A lonely little princess with no friends and a sad life. Her only comfort in this world was her uncle. Daemon was feeling a little guilty for not being here and keeping a closer eye on her. "You can never truly be sad, though. Not when your dear old uncle is here for you. You can always tell me your problems and your sadness and I will be here to comfort you." He smiled at her softly but he could see she was still upset.
"but you're not here... You go off on an adventure to the Stepstones or off with the city watch or off at Dragonstone. I do love when you're here it's... The only time I ever smiled anymore"
That last sentence pained Daemon a lot more, hearing that the only times she smiled were the rare occasions he was around. He felt like he was abandoning a child for leaving her alone for so long. His expression showed his feelings for a split second before he hid it away and continued to comfort her. His voice was kind and compassionate. He spoke with a smile to conceal his guilt. "It's alright... I feel like the only time I feel happy is when I'm holding you. You are my source of happiness, my sweetling."
she nodded and she sat up a moment wiping her tears before she hugged him her arms around his shoulders, she sat in his lap, her head in his chest as she fought the urge to cry
Daemon put his arms around her and pulled her into his chest. He rubbed her hair and he looked down on her little face which was buried in his chest. Her head was buried in the crook of his neck and his hands were rubbing her back. Daemon felt his happiness come back as he embraced you like this.
After a bit, Daemon decided to speak "You know, you are so much smaller than me when you sit in my lap, my sweeting," He said trying to comfort and distract her,
she nodded "When are you leaving?"
Daemon's face slightly fell at the mention of him leaving. But he decided to not let that stop him from comforting her. Even if he was going to leave soon he would make every second count. "Soon, my sweetling. I'm not sure, it will be soon but I will come back. I always do. Even though I know it might leave you feeling sad, I will always return. I promise."
"you'll be gone days? Months? Longer?"
Daemon seemed troubled as he thought about how long he would be leaving for. It was possible it would be longer than the usual. And after what she said, he felt bad about it now as he thought about how lonely she would feel when abandoned for a long amount of time. He didn't know what to say now, and he could see that his answer was also painful to her. "I don't know... Most likely a few days or weeks... Maybe longer than that but I promise you with all my heart that I will return."
she nodded "... I can't promise I'll be here"
Daemon felt a stab in his heart when she said that. He stopped rubbing her back and he stared down at her. He looked at her face as she was trying to hold back her tears and he felt bad that she felt this sad. "Sweetling, you can never do that! I can't lose you, I just can't. Are you telling me the truth? You really plan to leave?"
"... I have thought of it. More than once" she said,
Daemon was shaken to the core by her words. The pain of losing her suddenly hit him and he felt the urge to cry. He held her close to him and spoke softly but urgently. "Sweetling, listen. Please take my words to heart. Never think that again. I would be devastated to lose you. I will do whatever it takes to protect you. Whatever it takes to keep you alive and healthy. I don't want you to ever think of doing that again, okay?"
she nodded clearly still sad,
Daemon was still worried even with her nod. ‘I couldn't let her do this ever. She means too much to me’ the thought. Daemon held her close to him, he didn't care whether she was crying or not, he would keep her close to him to comfort her. "I hope I haven't disappointed you too much with how I have been acting," Daemon said softly, letting her cry against his chest. All his worries and fears were flooding his body and he couldn't hide them. He didn't want to lose her, and he felt like a failure right now.
she shook her head, "Often it feels you're all I have anymore..."
Daemon heard your answer and he was surprised to hear that to be honest. He smiled slightly and he squeezed her tighter as he held her against him. "Then it's my duty to protect you, my sweetling. I will do anything in this life to protect you. From now on I will come to see you as often as I can. Will that make you happier?"
she nodded,
Daemon smiled softly but still looked concerned He still could feel the sadness in her but he decided to try and comfort her by holding her against him and playing with her hair. The more time he spent with her, the more he felt his happiness coming back. He didn't want this moment to end. "Will you promise me something?"
"yes, Daemon?"
"Will you promise me that every time I leave, whenever you have thoughts like those, you will tell me as soon as I return? I need to know if you ever intend to do that again, sweetling. Or If you really do feel alone while I am away."
"I Will I promise"
"Thank you, my sweetling. That is very important to me. And from now on I will try my best to come see you as often as I can. I promise you that. Just please, let me know how you feel and I will always be trying to make you as happy as I can while I am away, and if you really do start to think like that send a raven and I will rush back on craxaes just to see you. okay?"
she nodded and laid herself down on her pillow,
Daemon kept his hand gripped with her and he continued to smile at her he helped to tuck her into her bed and pressed a kiss on her forehead. He could feel the sadness that still lingered in her and he didn't want to go just yet. She was still in need of comfort and love. So he continued to sit there with her and play with her hair.
"May I ask you one more question, my sweetling?"
she nodded
"Are you happy right now, my sweetling?”
"very happy and very content but also sad because I know it will end eventually"
Daemon sighed a little bit when she told him how she felt, it was true and her feelings were valid."I will always come back. No matter what happens, I will come back. I promise you, I will never leave you and I will never be gone for more time than I have to,"
she nodded and slowly closed her eyes, after a while she began to drift off to sleep her grip on him became loose, he smiled and watched her sleep for a while But for some reason he felt a strong urge to stay now. He wanted to stay with her, no matter how long he would be away from her he wanted to spend these last few hours with her, "Daemon?" she spoke up,
"Yes, my sweetling? What is it?"
for a moment she doesn't speak she just looks at him taking in every element of him as if she's trying to ensure her memory of him before she rests a soft hand on his cheek stroking his face before she finally connects her lips with his…
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You looked at your husband with the knife still at his neck, your tears flowing freely. You ignore the screams of your mother and sister asking you to stay away from Aemond, you are really angry now that Aemond has crossed the line.
"What are you waiting for? kill me now” you could see Aemond smile a little and it made your stomach turn, how could he be this calm when there was a knife at his neck?
"You think I can't do it, huh? You are wrong my husband, I really can" once again you pressed the knife deep into his neck which you guaranteed might have hurt him because you could see the change in his expression a second ago.
You continued to stare at him sharply and angrily, but suddenly you dropped the knife in your hand. You may be angry and disappointed, but you still love him, and just that you run to your chamber crying.
and again, a little sneak peak for my aemon girlies 😉
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The Gods and Everyone
summary: you and aemond sorely overestimate how much time you have before a small council meeting, which leaves the two of you in quite a scandalous predicament
pairing: aemond targaryen x reader
warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, cockwarming, public sex, slight breeding kink, fingering, aemond being an absolute menace, dirty talk, aegon being a little shit but what else is new, let me know if i missed anything!
word count: 5.6k
a/n: based on an anon request for cockwarming! i hope you're still with me and that you enjoy this, friend! sorry it took me so long to get to it!
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You watch, concerned, as your husband flits around the Small Council chamber, your eyes following his lithe form as he checks and re-checks the parchment with notes he had written for himself earlier that morning – you’d awoken in the pale hour just before sunrise to see him already hunched over the small desk in your chambers, scribbling away furiously with a quill, his pale hair glowing in the dim light of the candle next to him. All of your attempts to lure him back into bed with you had fallen on deaf ears.
“You know you needn't do all this,” you point out, perched against the Small Council table, your eyes tracking him as he paces back and forth across the space, going over his notes for the upteenth time, “Your only job is to be on time like everyone else, husband.”
“Things will improve with time,” he rushes out, fixing you with a pointed look, “Hardly two moons have passed since Viserys…” He pauses, pinching the bridge of his nose, “The least I can do is ease this transition for Aegon and mother.”
“My love, it is a transition for us all,” you soothe, striding to him and gently taking his hand. His fingers, rough from all his years of training with swords and spears, instantly wrap around your own as he lets out a tired sigh, “You included. Aegon named you Master of War, not master of everything.”
“I know,” Aemond murmurs, eye softening as his gaze traces over you, “I find it hard to be still when there is so much chaos – Dorne has yet to be subdued and there are whispers of rebellion from the North. There is so much still to be accounted for.”
“I understand,” you reassure him, your fingers threading through his long, silvery hair, lips quirking into a smile as the gesture makes his eye flutter closed for a second. “But all this stress cannot be good for you, husband,” you sigh, gazing up at him with a mournful smile, “You need rest and calm and…and I need you.” You nearly whisper, blush creeping across your cheeks as Aemond’s eye darkens.
“Sweetling—“ He starts with a sigh.
“Aemond, please,” you cut him off, wrapping your arms around his trim waist as you lay your head against his chest, his heart thumping in your ear, “I cannot bear to hear another excuse, I feel as if you have been away for weeks.”
He’s quiet for a moment, wrapping his long, lean arms tightly around you as he rests his chin on your head, your breaths the only sound in the stony chamber. “I’m sorry,” he finally whispers, smoothing a hand up and down your back, “I miss you too, my sweet girl.”
You hum, leaning further into his embrace after going without it for so long, “You haven’t touched me in weeks.” You say quietly, his touch already igniting a spark in the pit of your stomach.
“Perhaps tonight,” his breath is warm against the top of your head as he speaks into your hair, “I will try to cut my meeting with–”
“You’ve been saying that for weeks,” you cut him off once more with a sigh, pulling back to look up at him, “I can’t take anymore, my love, I need to feel you.” You whine, nearly petulant like a spoiled child. If it were any other time, if you were any less desperate, you’d be embarrassed at your behavior. Right now, though, you could not find it within yourself to care as you stared into your husband’s darkened eye, finally feeling the passion you had gone so many weeks without.
Aemond chuckles as he looks down at you, conflicted between feeling pleased to see you reduced to such a state while also feeling a similar fire in his own belly. “Sweetling, the meeting–”
“Is not due to start for at least another hour!” You interrupt, determined to persuade him to this. Taking you in various parts of the Keep was not new to him, both of you had plenty of memories from your courtship and first year of marriage of rutting together in all sorts of nooks and crannies of the old castle.
Aemond gazes at you for a long moment, an unreadable expression on his face, though his eye remains dark with desire. After a second, he nods to himself almost imperceptibly, seeming to come to some decision you weren’t privy to. Finally, finally his lips descend upon yours as he sweeps you into an all-consuming kiss, his arms tightening around your waist as he pulls you to him, groaning lowly in his throat as he licks into your mouth. You shiver in his grasp, finally tasting him properly after so long as you whimper and whine into his mouth.
“Aemond,” you gasp as you finally part from him, mewling as he immediately trails kisses down your jaw, “What–”
“Seems I can never deny you for very long, sweetling,” he huffs, halfway laughing as he guides you over to the large table, pulling you up by the waist until you’re sitting on the cool stone table, your legs bracketing his trim waist, “I’ve missed you too, my love.” He confesses, sweeping a lock of hair from your shoulder before trailing kisses up across your neck and jaw, one hand already desperately pulling up the bottom of your gown.
You huff out small moans and whimpers, relishing his warm touch. His nimble fingers finally manage to undo the knot at the front of your smallclothes and he tugs them down quickly, leaving you bare for him under your skirts as they fall to a pile on the floor just beside his chair at the table.
“Husband,” you pant, tugging at the drawstrings at the top of his trousers, “Please, please do not make me beg today, I–” Your train of thought is cut off as a moan, louder than it should be given the location, tears itself from your throat when you feel his long fingers ghost over your center.
“Shh, darling,” Aemond grins as he feels your arousal immediately coat his fingers, a pleased hum emanating from deep in his chest as he feels it already coating the insides of your thighs as well, “I don’t have the patience to restrain myself today, sweet one,” he mutters, watching your face carefully as he spreads your folds and teases your entrance with a finger before carefully sliding it in, groaning with satisfaction at the feel of your walls already tightly clamping down on it, “Nor the time.” He adds with a slight smirk, pale hair cascading like a curtain down his shoulders as he leans his forehead against yours.
“Oh, Gods,” you whimper, eyes fluttering shut as your hands white knuckle the dark leather of his tunic, too uncoordinated with lust to manage the ties on his pants, “M-My love, more please!” You whisper, angling your hips to try and catch another of his fingers.
You hear him chuckle above you before he pulls his finger from you, smirking as you whine pitifully at the loss. Before you have a chance to protest, he quickly undoes his trousers, not bothering to pull them down at all and opting to merely loosen the laces at the front enough to free his cock. Your eyes widen as you watch his hand stroke over his length momentarily, taking in the way it already throbs in his grasp, the head flushed and leaking from merely having you in his hands once more.
“Ready, sweetling?” He asks, gently tilting your chin up as he captures your lips in a sweet kiss, his other hand positioning his length at your entrance.
You part from him and nod eagerly, widening your legs and angling your hips, “I’ve been ready for you for weeks, Aemond.”
He smiles softly, pressing one more kiss against your neck before finally pressing into you, growling as he sinks into your slick heat. “Seven,” he grunts, cradling the back of your head with one hand as his other slinks down to grab at your hip, “You feel better every time, sweetling.”
You moan hotly against his shoulder, sinking your teeth into the thick leather of the shoulder of his tunic in an attempt to quiet yourself. Your eyes squeeze shut at the feel of him sliding into you, filling you to the brim perfectly. You’ve been without him for so long that he feels enormous, your walls aching as he stretches you out, pressing in and in until he’s finally seated fully within you.
Without another word, Aemond started thrusting into you, slow at first but quickly picking up the pace with every firm roll of his hips into you. After only a moment, he’s already grunting like a madman into your ear, holding you to him even as you cling tightly to his shoulders yourself, your legs wrapped loosely around his waist.
You feel a fire building in your belly at a breakneck pace as he ruts into you, the hand on your hip no doubt leaving fingerprint bruises across your skin, even through the fabric of your gown. If the low groans from your husband are any indication, he isn’t doing much better. He threads his fingers through your hair, pulling you into a desperate kiss, teeth and tongues clashing together frantically as if the two of you are trying to fall into each other, to become one.
“My love, I—,” he pants against your lips, jerking your head back by the grip he has on your locks. His eye meets yours, the light lilac almost entirely eclipsed by his pupil as he stares at you hungrily, “It’s been so long, I don’t know how long I can last.”
His breath is warm as it fans over your lips and you nod dazedly, zings of pleasure radiating up your spine from Aemond’s grip in your hair only adding to the warmth quickly threatening to overtake you. “It’s okay,” you swallow thickly, eyes already rolling back with pleasure, “I can’t either.”
Nodding in return, he picks up the pace, the head of his cock rutting against the most sensitive spot within you hard enough to make you see stars. He hasn’t even needed to tease your pearl and you’re already nearly unraveling as Aemond mumbles nearly incoherent praises, the hand on your hip traveling lower, nearly cupping your ass.
Just as you’re about to warn him of your inevitable release, muffled voices sound from behind the thick wooden doors that lead into the Small Council chambers. Aemond slows within you as both of your heads swivel to the doors — just in time to hear the guards stationed outside begin to tug them open.
You freeze, eyes widening as the doors open, seemingly in slow motion. Thankfully, your husband moves quickly enough for the both of you, nimbly scooping you into his arms before hastily dropping down into his chair, hurriedly scooching it forward until both of your laps are hidden under the stone surface of the table, before kicking your smallclothes under the table at the last second.
Your head whips around to face Aemond and you give him a panicked, wide-eyed look just as people start filing into the room, unaware that you’re still being split open by your husband’s length. One hand, still on your hip, tightens, silently commanding you to be still as his lilac eye pleads the same; his other hand is already poised on the table, relaxed against the cool surface as if he doesn’t have a care in the world.
“Yes, yes, we must certainly ask him once he’s back in King’s Landing,” Lord Tyland’s voice fills the chamber as he walks in, engaged in a conversation about something or other with Lord Corlys, the two sharing a laugh before finally taking notice of you and Aemond, “Prince, princess.” Tyland bows his head at the two of you with Corlys following soon after.
You sit frozen atop your husband, gazing blankly at the two men without a word. Thankfully, Aemond has the presence of mind to bow his head politely, though he stays quiet. As they walk further into the room, you can only see Tyland and Corlys from the corner of your eye but you don’t miss the odd look they share, silently asking each other why you were present and certainly why you were sitting on Aemond’s lap. Blood rushes to your head so quickly you feel lightheaded, your cheeks stinging as a harsh blush quickly appears on your face from their attention.
Maester Orwyle files through the doorway next, doing a double take at you and Aemond before bowing his head, a gesture that you thankfully remember to return this time as you stiffly nod your head. Thankfully, the older man simply takes a seat at his place at the table without any comment, though you can hear the two other men speaking quietly in the corner of the room, throwing glances your way as they do.
Your walls tighten around Aemond’s length as the rest of you tenses up when Larys creeps in, leaning against his cane as he moves; Aemond thighs tense underneath you as you hear him suck in a breath, only slightly more hasty than normal — the hand in your hip tightens, warning you to keep it together.
“Prince Aemond, princess,” Larys nods as he approaches the table, “To what do we owe the pleasure of such… intriguing company?” He questions, tilting his head as he narrows his eyes ever so slightly, his eyes bouncing between you and Aemond.
Your head spins as you stare straight ahead, willing yourself to respond, to say anything, to appear somehow normal. Yet, nothing comes out as your center throbs uselessly around Aemond, your head cloudy with need as your eyes stare ahead blankly, though registering just enough to pick up on the small smirk playing at the corners of Larys’s lips.
“My wife appears to have taken ill this morning,” Aemond drawls from over your shoulder while affectionately petting your waist, a gesture entirely for show, a lie to placate the men in the room, but it comforts you nonetheless. He clears his throat before continuing, the only tell thus far that your warmth around him is affecting him at all, “My presence brings her great comfort, I see no reason why she should be without it.”
“I see,” Larys hums in response, his dark eyes sweeping over your form, sparkling ominously as if he knows the truth, “What shame, let us hope the Gods grant you reprieve from this…illness soon, princess.”
“Yes!” You finally squeak, snapping back to attention as Aemond just barely squeezes your side, “Yes, let’s hope so. Thank you, Lord Larys.” You breathe, managing a smile small.
You shift on your husband’s lap and immediately you know you’ve made a mistake as the head of his cock prods directly into that overly sensitive patch within you, nearly making you topple over on the spot as a small groan escapes you. Blessedly, you have enough presence of mind to cover it up with a cough, sparks jolting down your back as Aemond presses a soft kiss to your cheek, one of his hands coming up to rub soothing circles against the back of your shoulder.
“There, there, sweetling,” he says softly, again, entirely for show as you put on your best performance, “Once the meeting is over, we will have the servants make some tea for you, that will help with that cough.” Even if it was for show, you couldn’t help but shiver at Aemond’s low voice, at how he’s being so soft and caring with you. That, combined with the incessant prodding to your sweet spot, has you throbbing around him, your heart hammering in your chest. You can hear Aemond suck in another barely there gasp behind you, a groan low enough to remain silent rumbling against your back while at the same time his hand almost imperceptibly twitches on the table; his composure makes you feel all the more lightheaded, blushing somehow deeper at the fact that he’s taking you apart this easily without so much as moving a muscle. Your thighs trembled atop his lap, the insides already sticky with your arousal as you struggled to stay still, silently thanking the Gods that at least your laps were hidden.
“I’m sorry,” Corlys began, striding over from his spot in the corner with a sheepish look, “I really feel I must speak up, this is really most unusual.” He finishes through an awkward laugh, Tyland following closely behind him as they saddle up to the table.
“What is most unusual?” Alicent asks, entering the Small Council chambers with Otto, followed closely after by Aegon and Ser Criston. Her eyes sweep over the room, pausing when she sees you, though she quickly corrects herself with a soft smile. “Ah, my dear,” she nods hello to the various men in the room before sitting at the table, “May I ask why your wife joins us, Aemond?” She peers at him curiously, throwing a nervous glance at Aegon who is smirking far too much for her liking as he slinks up to the table.
“It seems the princess has fallen ill, your grace,” Larys answers quickly, slyly smiling as he turns to face the dowager queen, “Prince Aemond insisted she stay so that she may be…comforted.” You quickly look away from him as his eyes meet yours once again, piercing through you as though he can see directly through your gown.
“Yes, which is most odd,” Tyland butted in, throwing glances between you, Aemond, Alicent, and Aegon, “She is not a member of the council, she should not be present. Surely there is some way the princess could be comforted that does not involve being privy to government matters.”
Aemond stays silent behind you, glaring daggers at Aegon over your shoulder, watching carefully as he traipses over to the table and stands at its head, his eyes never straying from his brother’s as they stare one another down. The other members, some reluctantly, take their places at the table as well, each of them standing so long as Aegon does, though you and Aemond remain seated; your eyes never stray from the marbled surface of the table.
“Aemond, please,” Otto sighs from his place next to you, “The least you and the princess could do is stand for–”
“I see him everyday,” Aegon interjects, breaking eye contact with your husband as he rolls his eyes, “I don’t give a shit if the fool stands.”
Your eyes dart up at that, shocked that Aegon isn’t taking the chance to thoroughly humiliate Aemond by putting him on the spot. The king’s violet eyes meet yours, sparkling with a mischief that makes your center flutter around your husband’s length – Aegon’s smirk grows as if he knows exactly what just happened. A thin sheen of sweat makes you feel clammy as Aemond’s cock twitches inside of you, pushing him against your sweet spot all the more.
“Very well,” Alicent swiftly cuts in, determined to keep the peace, “Shall we get st–”
“Are we really going to allow for the presence of–” Corlys starts, only to be viciously cut off.
“She stays,” Aegon says flatly, shooting a bored look at the man, “If anyone has an issue with the princess’s presence they may take their leave.” His violet eyes pass over the room, almost daring anyone to move. Everyone remains still, though you can feel Tyland and Corlys glaring at the side of your head, and after a moment, Aegon takes his seat followed by everyone else; blessedly, the meeting finally begins.
The Small Council meeting drones on and on, with various conversations of coin and ships, concerns abroad in Essos, and other diplomatic matters that mean nothing to you. In the back of your mind, you know it’s hardly been any time at all but it feels like an eternity has passed with Aemond’s hard length still piercing into you, twitching against your pulsing walls every so often. A part of you wonders if he does it on purpose, gives you just enough stimulation to cruelly tease you before going stock still once more.
The small, unnoticeable to everyone but you, hitches of his breath tell you otherwise and deep down, you know he’s just as affected as you, no doubt steadily leaking into you, though you dare not consider the thought for very long.
“Aemond,” your breath catches in your throat as Otto directs his attention to your husband, everyone else's gaze quickly following, “Any further communications from Dorne?”
Behind you, your husband clears his throat and you feel him shift beneath you, sitting up slightly straighter in his seat, both hands now clasping your waist to keep you steady on top of him. “Negotiations with the Dornish remain stagnant,” he begins as you practically wilt on his lap, the added attention from the council members making the knot in your belly tighten in a way you shudder to consider, “We received a raven from Prince Qoren some days ago rejecting any dealings with the crown, no matter the amount of coin we have to offer.” He finishes, pointedly looking at Tyland, who proceeds to butt in.
As soon as the attention shifts off of the two of you, it’s like the air around Aemond changes, becoming charged all of a sudden as you feel his chest heave against your back. At the other end of the table, Tyland begins to raise his voice, debating hotly with Corlys and Otto, drawing the attention of everyone else to them.
“Do you think you can be still?” Aemond whispers, his breath hot against your ear although his voice is barely audible even to you. He must sense you freeze on his lap as the hand on your hip begins to move slowly, dragging your skirts up your legs until his hand can slip underneath them, making you tremble as he grips the soft skin of your thigh, “Tighten around my cock if you can be still.”
Against your better judgment, you do as he says, tensing as you clench your walls around him; his only reply is a low growl against your back. He stays still for a moment, trying with all of his might to appear as if he’s taking great interest in the ongoing argument taking place.
Finally, once he’s positive everyone is too preoccupied arguing over coin to pay attention to either of you, his deft fingers slip through your folds before finally twirling against your aching pearl.
You have to bite harshly at the inside of your cheek to keep quiet, trying to keep your breathing steady as you focus on not moving even though you so badly want to rut your hips against his fingers as they rub against you.
Aemond swallows thickly behind you as he slowly circles his fingers, careful to keep his pace light and steady to not stir up any slick sounds from your wet cunt, though he longs to hear them.
Your elbows rest against the top of the table, your hands clasped tightly in front of you. The conversation around you seems to shift as Otto begins prattling on about some Tyrell woman finally being with child. Aemond’s fingers suddenly pinch at your sensitive bud and a gasp tumbles past your lips before you can stop it, drawing everyone’s attention.
“Is everything alright, princess?” Alicent questions from across the table, her dark eyes narrowed with concern.
You nod quickly, coughing to conceal a moan as you open your mouth to answer her, “Y-Yes, I’m sorry,” you apologize with a weak smile, “I’m just so pleased for the Tyrells, what a j-joyous time this must be for them.” You say quickly, stumbling over the words as your core clenches tightly around your husband’s cock, his small touches driving you steadily to your peak despite the circumstances.
Alicent gives you a curious look before quickly collecting herself, “Yes, I’m sure the family is quite thankful, children are always such a blessing,” she smiles politely before turning back to her father, “Please, continue.”
Otto’s voice hardly reaches your ears as he picks up where he left off, though you don’t miss the horribly put out looks you garner from Tyland and Corlys.
Aemond’s fingers just barely speed up as they swirl over your bud, though the small change is enough to drive you wild and you can feel the way his chest heaves against your back as your walls twitch around his length, threatening to milk his cock dry without him having to move an inch.
The heat that has slowly been building within you finally begins to bubble over and your husband’s fingers show no signs of stopping as he pushes you closer and closer to your breaking point. The hand of his that has been resting idly on the table top comes over to casually rest against your clenched hands and rubs soothingly up and down your forearm, Aemond’s silent way of telling you he knows you’re close.
Your eyes flick around the room as you feel your peak threatening to spill over you, frantically checking for any onlookers at the last possible second. You nearly jump out of your skin as your eyes finally land on Aegon, only to find him already staring at you, an amused smirk plastered across his face as he studies you.
Aemond chooses that exact second to pinch at your pearl again and the small touch is your undoing. Your teeth bite down firmly on your tongue as your walls pulse rhythmically around your husband’s leaking cock, your eyes still locked on Aegon’s violet ones, now darkened with lust.
Your muscles tense up as you peak helplessly, waves of pleasure lighting up every nerve ending within you. Somehow, you find it within yourself to remain quiet and still on Aemond’s lap as your eyes finally flick away from his older brother’s and you gaze, apparently absentmindedly, at some point on the wall on the opposite side of the room as your high subsides.
Thankfully, Aemond takes pity on you and slips his hand away, his wet fingers resting gently in your bare thigh, still underneath your gown.
You slowly come down from your high as the Small Council winds down, Aegon and Otto quickly discussing a few final points before the king formally adjourns the meeting. Tyland and Corlys practically bolt from their chairs, quickly bowing before they exit as they mumble between themselves, no doubt about the displeasure of your presence.
Otto and Maester Orwyle take their leave soon after, each bowing politely. Aegon busies himself at the head of the table, leaning back in his chair as he lazily sips from his wine cup, the gleam in his eyes making you shiver.
Across the room, Alicent and Larys whisper between themselves. Strangely, your mother-in-law blushes, shaking her head suddenly and mumbling a quiet, “Not here,” before glancing around the room.
Larys merely shrugs, turning to you as he shuffles from the room, “Do get better soon, princess.” He says with a feeble bow, although the look on his face makes you blush heavily.
At that, Alicent turns to Aegon, “Would you care to come see the children with me?”
“Go on,” he dismisses her before nodding toward you and Aemond, “I wish to have a word with my brother.” He catches your eye with a quick wink.
“Of course,” Alicent mutters, glancing curiously between the three of you, “I’ll ask the maids to bring some tea to your chambers this evening, princess. They make a wonderful lemon one that always seems to lift my spirits.” She says with a kind smile, coming around to place a comforting hand on your shoulder before she too heads to the door.
“Thank you!” You breathily call after her, voice squeaking at the end as Aemond shuffles impatiently beneath you, his cock still prodding against your sensitive walls.
Aegon chuckles darkly as soon as the doors close once more, standing from his chair with a wide smirk. “I must say, I’m impressed,” he taunts, eyes glinting as he looks between you and his brother, “I didn’t think either of you had that much gaul in you.”
“What exactly are you tittering about now?” Aemond asks lowly behind you, his voice rough and choppy as his patience clearly wears thin.
Sniggering, Aegon saunters around to stand beside you, violet eyes scanning over your laps still concealed under the table, “You’ve had your cock in her the whole time, have you not?” He teases, laughing harder still as Aemond merely hums in response, “Come brother, you should be proud of yourself,” he clasps a hand over your husband's shoulder, “She was nearly falling apart when she peaked.” He comments with a final wink as he ambles to the door, stopping to throw one last amused look over his shoulder, “You might want to do something about that bite mark on your shoulder.” He says casually before slamming the doors closed behind him.
At his comment, you whirl around and your eyes grow wide as you spy a clear impression of your teeth marks in the leather of Aemond’s tunic, on his shoulder where you’d bitten down earlier. Your cheeks heat up at the thought of it being there throughout the entire meeting.
You don’t have long to dwell on the thought though as your husband roughly pushes you from his lap until you’re bent over the table, cheek pressed to the cool stone surface. “Seven!” You sequel as he unceremoniously shoves his cock back inside you, his hips pumping wildly as his hands grasp at your waist harshly, no doubt leaving bruises.
“Fucking finally,” he grunts, eyeing the way his cock disappears into your slick heat as he bunches your gown up over your ass, “‘M not gonna last.” He warns lowly, already panting with the speed of his thrusts.
Your head spins once again as his cock moves within you, his pace nearly bruising. Your teeth sink into the skin of your forearm as you desperately try to keep quiet, another peak already welling up within you.
Aemond growls and quickly threads the fingers of one hand through your hair, making you whine loudly as he pulls your head back until his chest is once again pressed against you, his other hand coming to rub against your abused pearl once more.
“Aemond!” You moan, shaking your head in his grasp, one hand braced against the table as the other grabs at his forearm, feeling his muscles twitch as his fingers swirl against your center, “P-Please, I cannot keep myself quiet, I know I can’t—“ You start babbling.
“Let them fucking hear,” he growls, eye squeezing shut as he feels his stones tightening up, “The whole keep can listen for all I fucking care, I won’t be stopping this time.”
Your eyes roll back in your head at his words, never having heard him sound this possessed and overcome with pleasure before. After only a few more thrusts, you feel your walls twitch once more, a loud gasp rattling through your chest, “H-Husband, I’m—!”
“That’s it,” Aemond groans, redoubling his efforts against your pearl as he continues to rut into you at a nearly inhuman pace. “Peak, sweetling,” he commands, his voice low and raspy in your ear, “Peak while I breed your precious cunt.”
His words nearly take your breath away and you whine loudly as another high washes over you, your walls milking your husband’s cock as they clench and pulse against it.
Behind you, Aemond groans lowly, grunting as his cock twitches strongly inside you, his thick seed flooding into your heat as he finally, finally peaks, the pleasure of it making him dizzy as he leans against your back, forehead pressed between your shoulder blades.
The two of you are quiet for a moment, your tired pants the only sounds in the chambers. Finally, Aemond untangles his fingers from your hair, both of his hands coming to rest against the cool table as he finally pulls his cock from your center, soothing you with soft shushes when you whine, the emptiness in your core such a foreign feeling after being filled for so long.
He sinks into his chair once more and pulls you with him, wrapping a protective arm around your waist as you rest your head on his shoulder. Once your breathing is steady, you pick your head up, a displeased groan tumbling from your throat as you see your bite mark more clearly up close, a finger coming up to trace over the intents in the black leather.
“I’ll need to send this to the seamstress for repairs,” you whisper with an apologetic sigh, “I believe this is beyond my ability to fix.”
Aemond chuckles beneath you, lilac eye gleaming with pride as he clasps a hand over yours as it still rests on his shoulder, “Don’t trouble yourself with it, my love.”
“What?” You question, smiling despite the way you tilt your head in confusion, “Aemond, I cannot fix it myself and I’m afraid the mark will not simply go away—,”
“You misunderstand me, sweetling,” he says, smiling as he looks down at you, “I intend to keep it as a mark of great pride. I shall wear it as a trophy for all to see.” He explains with a teasing laugh.
You playfully smack a hand against his chest, which only makes him laugh harder, “You can’t be serious!” You admonish with a wide smile.
“Why? I simply wish to remember this day,” he chuckles, “The day I made my sweet wife peak in front of the Gods and everyone.”
“Aemond!” You cannot help the surprised laugh that leaves you, “You’re as disgusting as your brother!”
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HOTD: Daemon Targaryen x niece!reader (reader is Rhaenyra’s twin)
Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI)
WC: 1.9k
Warnings: Targcest, height difference, age difference (reader is 18), ball worship, breeding kink, ye olde creampie, arranged marriage
For a request sent to me by @targaryen-dynasty for Daemon x niece!reader with ball worship and breeding kink
Your uncle has returned from the Stepstones and you are eager to have him all to yourself
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Anticipation bubbled deep in your stomach; your hand rested gently against the area, almost as if to still the butterflies, while you waited for Daemon to emerge through the tall oak and bronze doors of the Great Hall. It had been four long years since you had last seen him, and at that moment, you realized just how much you had missed him. A deep yearning that gnawed deep in your bones and belly, wondering if he might ever return or, worse yet, that the Crabfeeder may claim his life. Your twin sister, Rhaenyra, stood by your side, her petite hand reaching out to take hold of yours. You offered her an excited smile as you clutched at her hand. The wind felt knocked out of you when he came into view.
His hair was shorn, and it made your heart ache. You had loved his long, silken strands of silver, the way they felt moving through your fingertips, how the soft tresses would tickle your skin and make your heart flutter. He moved with power and purpose, making his way to the Iron Throne, where your father sat. Everyone who crowded the Great Hall stood in awed silence at the Rogue Prince. A coy smile toyed at your lips.
“Add it to the chair,” Daemon smirked, tossing the Crabfeeder’s hammer at Viserys’s feet.
Your eyes were glued on your uncle, tongue darting out to moisten your lips. He was every inch a strong warrior, and the crown of bone that sat on top of his head made you believe he would cut a dashing figure as king. You would not have minded if Daemon had unsheathed Dark Sister and slit your father’s throat then and there. Treasonous thoughts, ones you would keep to yourself..
“There is only one true king,” Daemon uttered before embracing your father, the sound of his voice snapping you from your thoughts.
The celebrations began. You sipped on a cup of sweet wine, savoring the taste as you watched your uncle and father laugh, reminiscing about the days of old. Finally, Daemon’s eyes landed on you, a smile curving across his lips. Rhaenyra chuckled, elbowing you before taking her leave as Daemon stepped over to you. His hand reached out to cup your chin; thumb braced against your lower lip. Blood and heat flooded your cheeks, making your pulse quicken.
“You are a sight for sore eyes, little niece,” he whispered.
“I am a woman grown, uncle,” you chuckled, though you still stood a head shorter than him.
“You will always be such to me. The thought of you is what helped me survive this battle. The thought of your warm body curled against mine staved away the long, lonely nights.”
Your breath hitched in your throat, unsure if you believed his words or if they were just sweet nothings designed to drip honey into your ears. Truthfully, it mattered not. Your heart had always belonged to him. While Rhaenyra had grown further apart from him, her attentions landing on Ser Harwin Strong, your bond with Daemon only deepened.
“I will seek you out this evening, kēlītsos.” This was an endearing pet name when you were younger, and would curl up in his lap like a sweet kitten. Now, it took on a different meaning, for you were a feisty kitten, ready to pounce and claim what was yours. With claws prepared to sink in deep. You may not have been a woman of experience, but you knew what you wanted. Him.
When evening approaches, you are tucked away safely in your chambers. Clad in a cream silk shift with silver hair flowing down your shoulders and ruby-hued slippers on your feet. As you waited for Daemon to arrive, you paced the room, hoping to chase away the nerves. Your scream was muffled as a hand clamped over your mouth, your hand sneaking under your shift to wrap around the Valyrian dagger strapped to your thigh—a nameday gift from Daemon.
“Do you mean to slit my throat, kēlītsos?” Daemon’s voice hissed in your ear. He chuckled as he removed his hand.
“It would have taught you a lesson, kepus,” you huffed, spinning to glare at him, dagger still in hand.
“Come then, show your strength,” he taunted, fire dancing in his lilac eyes.
You stepped closer to him, rolling onto the balls of your feet as you pressed the sharp blade against his neck. He stood firm and still as a rock, regarding you with an amused look. The sharp point dug into his skin, ruby droplets oozing from the broken skin. Still, he did not react. You stood at an impasse, staring him down as you kept the blade in place before; finally, his large hand took hold of your wrist and pulled it away from his neck. The dagger clattered to the floor, and he pulled you close, his hand descending upon your curved rump in a firm yet playful slap of reprimand.
“Do you know, kēlītsos, that they named me King of the Narrow Sea?” he hummed, gathering your shift in his hands and swiftly pulling the garment over your head. You stood bare before him. The cool air made your nipples pebble as an ache throbbed between your thighs.
You batted your lashes, giving him a demure look as you worked your lower lip between your teeth. “You should allow me to show gratitude to my King then. An apology for holding a dagger to his throat.”
You dropped to your knees before him, undoing the belt that secured Dark Sister to his waist. Your nimble fingers undid his breeches, sliding them down to free his cock. You gently held the rigid flesh in your soft palm before lowering your head to press your hot mouth to his stones, gently suckling on the tender skin. Daemon’s fingers fisted in your hair.
“Do you feel how heavy they are? Ready to empty into you, dōnus bykus talus (sweet little niece),” he purred.
You hummed against his flesh, tongue tracing over the plump stones before pulling away to peer up at him, mouth flushed from the attention you paid. “I would love nothing more, kepus, than to be filled to the brim with you. Your spend leaking deep into my womb and dripping down my thighs,” you susurrated, your hands skimming up your stomach to cup your breasts. Your thumbs ran teasingly over your pebbled buds.
A carnal growl erupted through him as he lifted you into his arms to place you on the bed. You spread your thighs, fingers toying with your damp flesh as he finished undressing. You gasped softly as his scarred flesh came into view. One nipple was wholly obscured, resembling a melted mound of pink skin, reminding you of candle wax that hardened in a glob.
“It is long healed, the pain long gone, dōnus talus,” he assured you, climbing on the bed and between your thighs. His fingers explored the planes of your bare skin, savoring the feel and shape of you.
Your fingers gently caressed the mottled flesh; the roughness was foreign to you. Your mouth pressed against the mangled flesh, wanting him to know it did not bother you. It did nothing to tarnish him in your eyes. You felt him shudder from your touch, his hand tenderly cupped the back of your head. Very few were permitted to see this side of him, but he had always allowed you in, even at a young age. He had held you while you wept from your mother’s death, drying your tears and tucking you into bed. He would stay up late, reading with you and teaching you the ancestral tongue.
“Take me, kepus,” you whispered in his ear, teeth nipping at his skin—heated desire clawed deep within your belly. The reward far outweighed the risk. “Fill me with your child.” You had longed for this moment, only exchanging sweet, chaste kisses with him before he was banished from your life for years. You saved yourself for him, wanting him to take your virtue because only a Targaryen man was worthy enough to do so. How similar you both were in those regards.
The tip of his cock slipped through your swollen petals as you begged for him to fill you up. Eventually, he granted your wish, shifting inside you until you felt you might split into two. Your body adapted to the soft throb of pain before your legs wrapped around his waist as he set a steady pace.
His ringed hand cupped your face before he pushed two fingers deep into the confines of your mouth. “I’m going to fill my sweet little princess up; you shall grow round with my child, and the whole court will know that I laid claim to you. With every passing of the moon, I will delight in how round you grow, straining as my seed ripens.”
You whined happily around his fingers, salvia dripping from your mouth. He removed his fingers with a lewd pop before pinning your arms above your head. A strand of hair fell in front of his eyes as he pounded furiously into you, making certain you felt every movement. A delightful ache settled through you as arousal seeped warm and deep.
“Ñuhon, ñuhon, ñuhon (mine, mine, mine),” he grunted, fire flashing in his lilac eyes. His fingers dug into your wrist, sure to leave bruises behind.
“I am yours,” you cried out, back arching in pleasure as you spilled your release across his cock.
With a snap of his hips, he released inside, his seed filling your cunt as you murmured a silent prayer for it to quicken in your womb. The remnants leaked down your inner thighs as he pulled away, lowering his head between your thighs. A soft gasp rolled from your lips as his tongue tenderly lapped your swollen cunt. His head rested on your stomach for a moment, allowing you to manipulate your fingers through his hair, still soft as silk as a familiar tingle ran up your spine. Daemon pulled away to sit on the edge of the bed. Your hands skimmed down your sides, then over your coated thigh, toying with the spend left behind, enjoying the soft squelch it made between your fingers. Once you caught your breath, you wrapped your body around his, face nestling in the crook of his shoulder. His lips grazed over your knuckles.
“Your father has agreed to let me wed you as a reward for my loyalty in the Stepstones,” he murmured, and you gently slapped his bare back.
“Is there a reason you did not inform me sooner?” However, the idea of you being proffered up like a fattened cow as a means of a reward did not sit well with you. However, it worked in your favor—Daemon was the man you had always wanted.
“I was waiting for the opportune moment,” he teased.
“You mean after taking me as if I was a silk street whore?” you scoffed.
“Dōnus bykus talus, I can assure you my heart has never yearned for one of them the way it does for you. My cock and heart belong to you and only you.”
You rolled your eyes, but a soft smile fell upon your lips. You enjoyed that he is yours. Soon, you would ripen with a babe and have Daemon for a husband. What more could you have asked for?
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A brother's duty. // Husband!Aegon ii Targaryen x Wife!Reader x Aemond Targaryen
Summary: Aegon seemed to have noticed how much his younger brother, Aemond, fancies you, as a self proclaimed caring older brother, he decides to fulfill that role by giving Aemond what he wants, which is you.
WARNINGS: afab!fem!reader, dubious consent, threesome, m/m/f, dacryphilia, rough sex, manhandling, slight humiliation, degrading, double penetration, mentions of infidelity (aegon visiting brothels), slight misogyny, breeding kink, tiddy sucking, oral (f. receiving, m. receiving), pussy drunk aemond, lactation kink, cum eating, anal sex, lmk if I missed any! + not proofread.
WC: 4.7k
A/N: the anal sex in this isn't "realistic" aka no prior preparation so please don't come at me and go ''that isn't how anal sex works 😡😡😡 you have to do blah blah blah'' ik but this is just a work of fiction so pls just enjoy it // divider credits: @cafekitsune
“Aemond, do you perhaps fancy my wife?” Aegon tilts his head to the side, questioning his brother as they sit together in the library, quietly reading, of course, until the short pale haired man decided to break the silence.
“Brother, this is no place for such discussions.” Aemond tries dodging the question, but Aegon simply rolls his eyes grunting loudly in displeasure, “Just answer the question.” Aegon says annoyed and Aemond pursues his lip, lost deep in thought.
“What if I say ‘yes’?” Aemond asks, “Then I'd have your head for that.” Aegon smiles which makes Aemond shift uncomfortably in his seat, “Come on! I was kidding, do you really think I'd kill my own blood-related brother over a woman?” Aegon laughs loudly and Aemond sighs but he furrows his brows, “She is your wife.” Aemond states sternly, but Aegon shrugs, “And you are my brother.” He replies.
Aemond lets out another heavy sigh, hoping that he'd escape this situation he'd somehow gotten into, “So?” Aegon pushes further, poking at Aemond to answer the question and Aemond hums in irritance before being fed up and answering Aegon's question. “Yes, I do fancy your wife.” He admits, slightly ashamed.
Aemond was a man of the faith, believing in the faith of the seven, and according to the scripture, desiring a woman is a carnal sin, diabolical if she's a married woman, abysmal if she's your own brother's wife.
But Aemond couldn't help it, it's as if though the gods were testing him, not only were you pleasant on the eye but you were also very polite and had the same interests as him, and most probably the only woman — besides his sister — who was not disgusted after seeing his injury.
He knew he had to stop developing an interest towards you once he found out that you were being married to Aegon, but for some inexplicable reason; that only made him want you more, perhaps it was the label of you being ‘forbidden’ that enticed him further, making him yearn to get the taste of the forbidden fruit more than ever.
How he had wished that it was him instead, the one getting married to you, he wished it was he who fucked you, he wished it was him who got you pregnant, he wished it was his babe you waddled all around the red keep with, he wished it was his child that you had given birth to.
But those were nothing more than just wishes, wishes that would never come true, unless a miracle happens.
“That wasn't hard now was it?” Aegon's voice snaps Aemond out of his train of thoughts and Aemond simply hums, “Why did you ask such a question?” Aemond inquires curiously and Aegon smirks at him, “I may not be sober most of the time but the way you stare at her doesn't go unnoticed, your desire burns deep for her doesn't it? I've especially taken note of it when she was pregnant with my child, your eye never left her womb.” He answers and Aemond rolls his eye.
The atmosphere is filled with silence once again as Aemond continues to silently read his book.
“I would've let you fuck her if you had asked me to.” that statement which left Aegon's mouth made Aemond choke on his spit as he stared at him wide eyed, shocked at what he had just said, “Pardon?” Aemond gazes at Aegon confusedly, and Aegon gets a thrill out of this, watching his brother be flustered.
“I said what I said, you could've just told me so, you're my brother Aemond, how do you think I will ever turn any of your requests down?” Aegon says it so casually, as if he was giving an item that belonged to him which Aemond had always wanted so badly, except you weren't an item or an object.
Aemond remains silent, unable to talk because of how baffled he was, but Aegon pressed on, “Don't you wanna feel her cunt around your cock?” This makes Aemond slam his book down and get up, and Aegon raises his hands in surrender, “It was merely an offer, I wouldn't mind sharing her with you, we've shared whores before.” Aegon tries justifying his reasoning and Aemond scoffs, “But she is no whore, she is your wife, you should treat her with respect.” he replies agitated.
“Enough with the sterness, reply plainly, do you want to fuck her or no? I won't ever bring it up ever again if you say no, we'll pretend we never had this conversation.” Aegon sighs before raising his eyebrow.
Aemond swallows thickly, should he take this chance? He always yearned for you so badly, it's like the opportunity presented itself; he could seize it, but he was in a dilemma, not wanting you to face such disrespect, your self respect will be obliterated to pieces, you'd be drowning in self shame.
You were a very dignified lady, a woman who carried herself confidently no matter what, this is why you weren't even affected when Aegon still visited the brothels. As long as the word didn't get out, you were fine with it. You simply did your duty as a wife and a mother. He couldn't imagine you allowing him to fuck you and ruin your honour.
“Decide fast brother, I have to leave soon, it's been a while since I laid with my wife, the maesters had told me to give her a break for a minimum of six weeks, yet eight weeks have passed, my cock craves her cunt so desperately.” Aegon speaks explicitly, and Aemond's breath hitches in his throat, imagining what your cunt would be like. “Then why do you visit the brothels if you seem to like her so much?” He questions, trying to change topics, “That's cause she can't satiate my depravities, otherwise I wouldn't even be visiting those wenches anymore.” Aegon talks as though it was a minor inconvenience.
“Either way, decide quickly.” Aegon urges and Aemond swallows.
He opens his mouths to reject it, but for some odd reasons his mind forms a explicit thought of burying his cock inside your cunt which causes his cock to stir slightly, the blood flowing to it at the mere thought of fucking you.
‘No Aemond, she is your sister in law, your brother's wife, you cannot let this desire succumb you.’
‘But didn't you want this for a long time? Imagine how her cunt would weep when you'd shove your cock into it hm? Her breasts bouncing up and down while you thrust into her.’
He swallows thickly, those internal arguments happening in the span of seconds before he has had enough and made up his mind.
“Yes, I want to fuck her.”
The babe in your arms cooed as you rocked him gently — caressing his chubby cheeks with your thumb as he slowly fell asleep due to your movements, “He's cute isn't he?” You ask the servant that was in charge of him and she nodded, smiling at you.
“Yes princess, the more he grows, the more he resembles his father, Prince Aegon.” She gives her commentary and you give her a small smile and slightly nod your head. The babe finally closes its eyes, going into slumber and you chuckle at his cuteness, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead, just then, the door the nursery opens which reveals ser criston cole.
You were confused as to why the kingsguard was here himself, “Prince Aegon has sent me in search for you, he is calling you to his chambers.” Those words were enough to clarify the situation. He wanted to lay with you, “I'll be there in a minute.” you reply and he nods, you give the babe to the servant before smoothening your dress, and leaving the nursery.
You reach your martial chambers quickly, you turn around to thank Cole and dismiss him, you then open the door to the chambers and shut them just as quickly, taking a deep breath before turning around and venturing deeper into the room.
You spot Aegon sitting in his chair, but what was odd was that he was accompanied by Aemond, who you've meet occasionally and had nothing but a positive opinion on about, you were confused on what he was doing here.
Maybe Aegon did not want to lay with you? Maybe Aegon was trying to get closer to his brother for having a bond of a family? You knew how strongly bonded these brothers are, especially since after whatever happened at driftmark, so it wouldn't be weird to assume that Aegon is trying to get you and Aemond to become good friends.
“Ah, wife.” Aegon gets up from his chair, coming over to hug you, and you return it awkwardly, knowing that Aemond is in the same room, Aegon chuckles at your awkwardness. He quickly gets behind you, pushing you forward until you're right in front of Aemond who stares at you from below, all the while Aegon nuzzles his face into your neck.
You're confused not knowing what's happening, “Brother, undo her front laces.” Aegon commands and you furrow your brows immediately, baffled at how Aegon was behaving, perhaps he had drunk too much? You felt bad for Aemond, probably stuck in this unwanted situation, you try to give him an escape route but you are surprised when his warm knuckles graze against your collarbones as his fingers hook underneath your laces, beginning to pull them apart.
You were perplexed by his actions, not knowing what to do, you grip his arm from further undoing the laces but Aegon forcefully pulls your hands back, holding both of them behind you as Aemond pulls off the corset.
You were wearing a dress with no sleeves, but that did not mean you went completely shoulderless, your shift and chemise beneath you acted as the sleeve’s replacement, so when Aemond undoes the laces that were holding your long gown up, it immediately plummets to the floor, leaving you in your chemise.
Aegon nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck from behind, taking in your scent while placing small kisses on your shoulder, still not letting go of your hands, “Darling, I hope you don't mind Aemond joining us today, he had admitted to me that he fancies you, and as his older brother, it is in my responsibility that i take care of my brothers needs.” Aegon coos into your ear and you bite your lip, you are about to respond but you are interrupted by your own gasp when you feel Aemond caress your breasts, squeezing the flesh and playing with them.
“I'm afraid— I don't understand?.” You reply confusedly, staring at Aemond play with the mounds of your breasts, and Aegon chuckles into your ear pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear, “I'm simply allowing him to wet his dick inside your cunt.” Aegon puts it plainly, making you bite your lip in shame; all the while Aemond's hand slowly travels up your thigh, underneath your chemise, before it disappears inside; reaching your core.
You squeal when you feel him pinch your clit before he stroked small circles onto it.
“W-why?” You question, trying to free your hands from Aegon's grip but he doesn't budge, but instead watches with amusement as his brother's hand brings out such reactions from you, you whimper as Aemond's finger travels down your slit and to your opening.
“It's my duty as his older brother.” Aegon replies nonchalantly, Aegon loosens his grip momentarily, changing his grip so he can hold both of your hands in one of his. His free hand lifts your chemise up, as he peeks from over your shoulder to see what his brother's hand was doing to your cunt, he chuckles mockingly when he sees your juices dripping from in between your legs.
“Look at her leaking yeah? Her cunt is literally weeping.” Aegon comments and you clench your eyes shut because of the humiliation you are feeling, your husband is parading you out like a whore for his younger brother, and Aemond— whom you've thought of so highly— is letting this happen while participating in the act.
You gasp when you feel one of Aemond's finger enter you, your walls tightly clamping around his finger which makes him grunt, “Fuck you're squeezing my fingers.” He breathlessly says. Aemond suckles on your neck, biting your sensitive spot which makes you whimper. Aegon finally lets go of your hands and then holds you by your waist before rubbing his cock against your ass.
Aemond's finger trail over the spongy spot inside of you, that makes you let out a moan and he takes note of this and presses against that area that causes you to tremble in pleasure, your hands fly up to his shoulders to balance yourself, though you knew you wouldn't fall, Aegon was holding from behind after all.
You were trapped between these two men, both of them peppering kisses on the opposite sides of your neck making you feel dizzy so you rest your head on Aegon’s shoulder, revealing more of your neck for the men to claim.
Aemond adds another finger inside you, stretching you out whilst providing you pleasure, his fingers skillfully grazing your spongy spot, constantly hitting it with precision.
You didn't even feel your peak approaching; it was ripped out of you so suddenly, you let out a loud moan of Aemond's name, clenching onto his shoulders extremely tightly, tears streaming down your cheeks at the intensity of your peak. Aegon's warm tongue glides over your face, collecting your tears on his tongue and licking at them.
You feel Aemond pull his fingers out of you, and you watch with hooded eyes as he puts them in his mouth, licking your essence up before he hums in delight, before pressing a kiss to your lips, making you taste yourself.
You are surprised when you are pulled away from him by Aegon, he lifts you up hurriedly and carries you over to the bed before harshly throwing you on it, he is quick to undress, taking off his breeches and undergarments, getting completely naked and harshly grabs your ankle, pulling you to the edge of the bed.
His hands rip apart your chemise in a hurry, before he forcefully spreads apart your legs and positions himself in between, he gives you no warning before roughly shoving himself inside you, that make you slightly shriek in pain but eventually the pain fades, he moves in and out of you fast paced, ramming into your hole with such an intensity that it has you seeing stars.
“Are you jealous?” Aemond taunts Aegon and Aegon rolls his eyes, “No, I just couldn't hold back anymore, I've missed her cunt so much.” He replies to the taunt and Aemond chuckles, undoing his own breeches, freeing his cock from its confines. “Can I use her mouth?” He asks Aegon and Aegon grunts, “Do whatever the fuck you want with her.” he thrusts brutally into you.
You feel the space next to your head sink and you look over slightly only to be face to face with Aemond's cock, it forms a shadow over your face under the candle lights, you gasp when you see it physically throb. You've never seen that before.
He uses that slight opening as a chance, hooking his thumb in your mouth and spreading your mouth open before pushing his cock inside your mouth, you are taken aback by this and try to pull away but Aemond holds your head in place before shoving himself inside your mouth further, his tip caresses the back of your throat, which makes you gag on his cock, but that only further provides additional pleasure as he groans.
“Seven hells—” Aemond grumbles, his hand hold your hand as he thrusts into your mouth, thumb caressing the outline of his cock that forms in your throat when he pushes as the way, your eyes well up with tears and soon you're panting for air that makes you involuntarily suck on his cock, Aegon's thrusts from downwards make your body jolt upwards, taking more of Aemond's cock.
Aemond suddenly pulls out which makes you suck a sharp breath automatically, “Easy there sweetheart.” Aemond coos and you pant heavily staring at him with doe eyes, “I'll shove it once again alright? Breathe— through your nose— fuckkk.” Aemond instructs as he shoves his dick inside your mouth again, but this time you're prepared so you follow his instructions.
You hollow your cheeks which makes him grunt in satisfaction, “Good girl.” Aemond compliments you, which causes your cunt to clench around Aegon's cock, to which he responds by a chuckle, “Guess she liked that brother, she's squeezing the fuck out of me.” Aegon talks to his brother and Aemond hums in response, Aegon's thrusts speed up, that constantly hit your sweet spot, he bends forwards and takes one of your breast in your mouth, suckling on the nipple and soon– beads of white droplets begin to come out, directly into his mouth that makes him suck more harshly, enjoying the taste of your sweet milk.
“She's lactating? Fuck I wanna have a taste.” Aemond moans, noticing how the milk started to drip from the sides of Aegon's mouth.
Aegon's tip constantly caresses your spongy part, which causes something to tighten in your stomach before it eventually snaps, causing you to cry out in ecstasy and choke on Aemond's dick.
The sensation of your throat tightening around his cock makes Aemond finish as well, he shoots his load down your throat which you have no option but to swallow, and soon— Aegon is finishing inside, painting your inner walls white.
He pulls out immediately after, falling forward onto you and positioning you in such a way that he is able to suckle more, Aemond joins him soon after; shuffling and turning down to take your free breast into his mouth.
You couldn't help but whine as the two brothers suckled on each of your breasts, your recent high made you even more susceptible to sensitivity, yet you couldn't help but caress their heads gently, Aemond clamped his teeth down on to your nipple hardly which made you wince; but he later soothed the area with the wetness of his tongue. Aegon on the other hand was more careful to not graze his teeth against your sensitive buds, only using his tongue and swirling it around your swollen bud.
Aemond let's go with a wet pop, cleaning up the milk and sat up straight before tugging you, this displeased Aegon who wasn't done yet, but he had to let go, Aegon watches as Aemond settles in between your legs before he crawls down, by then Aegon had already caught on to what he was doing, and assisted him by holding you against his chest, your back pressed against him tightly, meanwhile you on the other hand; had no idea what Aemond was about to do.
“Aemond what are you— huh? Ahhh!—” You ended up squealing in surprise when you felt him place his wet tongue on your clit— you tried to shut your legs from the embarrassment but Aegon held them open— so you could only watch helplessly as Aemond gave kitten licks to your clit, which undoubtedly made you feel pleasure.
He licked a long stripe from your hole to your clit before fully engulfing it in his mouth, sucking on the flesh as if he's starving, Aegon's cock is already beginning to harden again as he witnessed such a depraved act.
Aemond groaned when he felt Aegon's seed in his mouth — which he sucked out of you — but he didn't let it stop from devouring you, his tongue licked through your folds before he sucked on your clit and let go of it with a pop before repeating the motion all over again, you unknowingly pushed his face further into your cunt, which made him moan knowing how desperate you were for him, the moan caused additional vibrations which sent pleasure through your body in waves.
You rested your head on Aegon's shoulder as you watched Aemond continue his ministrations, Aegon turned your head slightly before he connected his lips with yours and you moaned into the kiss.
The familiar feeling of the tightness began to form in your stomach again and you break the kiss with Aegon and start to hump Aemond's face involuntarily; trying to just desperately reach your high.
“You're such a fucking whore do you know that? You look so desperate humping your face against his face.” Aegon coos meanly into your ear and you whine, staring at him with teary eyes and he smirks meanly, pulling your hair harshly, “Whore.” He degrades you and your bottom lips tremble as you are about to start crying, but you aren't able to when your peak hits you at the same moment, making you moan in pleasure instead.
Aegon mockingly smiles at you, “Here I thought that you were a prim and proper lady, hell— you don't even let me do these things to you, but maybe my judgement was wrong, maybe you're a whore from the silk street disguised as a lady.” He accuses you meanly, you shake your head no at his accusation while trying to calm down from your high.
Aemond doesn't say anything to that, but simply sits up, and shifts positions once again, pulling you off Aegon and onto his lap instead, you cry onto his shoulders and he simply coos at you, he caresses your hair to calm you down, “Goodness brother, you've made her cry.” Aemond sneers at Aegon who just shrugs his shoulders. “I've only stated what I've observed.” He replies and you whimper.
“All of that aside— do you think she can take us both? In one hole.” Aegon speaks before Aemond could come up with a response and you furrow your brows, and Aemond is lost deep in thought, “We'll have to test it out.” Aemond responds and you push back, immediately staring at him wide eyes but Aemond just pecks your lips.
He lays down, taking you along with him, one hand holding you against him while the other is grabbing your hips and sinking you down on his boner, you bite your lip at the delicious stretch, you're in a position where Aegon can clearly see your pussy stretching around Aemond's cock. Aegon straddles Aemond's knees and lines his cock against your entrance and you turn your head back to see what he was doing, his cock bumped with Aemond's before he found a slight opening to shove his cock into the same hole. “Ah—!” You let out a squeal from pain as you feel his tip intruding and stretching you far than you're capable of taking.
Aegon grows frustrated, not being able to enter his cock fully inside you as your walls clamp down, resisting furthermore intrudence, however that only makes Aemond's pleasure elevate as your walls squeeze him tightly.
“Fuck this, I'm taking her from the rear.” Aegon gives up pushing his cock inside you, you gasp when you feel his thumb poking and pushing inside your puckered hole on your behind. You cover your face with your hands ashamed but Aemond pulls them away before crunching upwards to kiss you on the lips.
Aegon collects your wetness that's dripping from your cunt and smears it on your slightly stretched out hole before doing the same with his cock and lining the tip with the entrance and slowly pushing it inside.
“Ahh— Aegon— wait– I don't think— hgh!” You squeal once his fully settles inside you, and you couldn't help but tremble from the burn of the stretch as he slowly started to move, tears streamed down your face when you felt Aemond move too.
You were feeling highly humiliated, how your dignity has now been sullied, though this encounter wouldn't get out; you knew you wouldn't be able to see Aemond in the same light again, you'd always think about this day whenever you'd encounter him, a dirty little secret you'll have to keep hidden from the realm.
You are pulled from your thoughts with a sharp thrust from both of them penetrating you, you couldn't stop it but moans slipped from your mouth like prayers, you gasped and choked while calling out their names, the position; the act; the pleasure and humiliation you were feeling all combined made you feel hot, and to your horror, the pain began to subside leading you to enjoy this act.
You clinged onto Aemond as the brothers both rammed into you at such a fast pace that made you see stars, you clenched your eyes shut at the new sensations they were making you feel, and soon you're moving in rhythm along with them.
“Fuck fuck fuck I'm gonna cum.” Aegon grunts, his thrusts eventually becoming sloppy, “Me too.” You tell him and Aemond takes that as a cue to thrust faster into you, his hips ramming against you, the sound of flesh slapping rapidly fills the room.
Once again, you're blinded by the pleasure that was ripped from you, you came with a loud moan just as simultaneously as Aegon did, he pulled out and came on your back, he couldn't help but watch in awe as his seed dripped down onto your ass cheeks.
Aemond's pace became slow and messy, indicating that he was near too, “I'm gonna cum inside you, get you pregnant alright? This time you'll carry my child, not Aegon's. I'll make sure of it.” He grunts out mindlessly, pressing you down tightly to his chest, and Aegon just snickers. “Only time will tell, Brother.” Aegon replies snarky.
And with that, Aemond finishes inside you, shooting his seed far up into your walls, and you just nod silently, processing his words, his grip loosens after he finishes you fall off him and onto the bed, and soon Aegon collapses tiredly as well.
You hoped silently, that this would be the last of it, and that you'll not have to do this again, though it was enjoyable— it was humiliating, you were not that kind of lady that indulges in such depravity, maybe you'll be able to forget this and move on as if it never happened.
You prayed to the gods desperately.
But the gods are cruel.
Such encounters became frequent, Aegon and Aemond were enjoying it too much to stop, and soon you eventually got used to the routine, yet you couldn't help but feel guilty when you'd go to the sept with Alicent, when she prays that Aemond can find a good match, when she talks about the proposals that came for Aemond to you, unbeknownst to the fact that her son was constantly fucking you and was way too obsessed with you to let go of you and marry another woman.
He'd began fuck you without Aegon being involved and when you told Aegon about it, he simply shrugged furthermore simply allowing him to do so, telling you that it was his duty as a brother to let Aemond have the things he wants, the very same excuse he used during the first time.
“So, what do you think about Floris Baratheon? Do you think she's a good match for you?” Alicents voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you stare at her, who is addressing Aemond, who seemed to be as disinterested as ever.
“She's decent.” He replies shortly before he turns his gaze to you, and you immediately avoid it, staring at Alicent instead who sighs in annoyance, soon; the feeling of stickiness between your legs—which you've tried to ignore— becomes more imminent the longer he stares at you.
And guilt overwhelms you, you didn't know why you were even joining this meeting with Alicent, you –infact– hated it, knowing that moments prior to this, you were fucking Aemond in the secret hallways of the keep.
And that his seed was currently dripping out of you.
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FORBIDDEN DELIGHTS.
Daemon Targaryen x female!Reader
Sleeping with Daemon had always been wild and exciting. He had always been just a little too rough, straddling that fine line between unbelievably good and almost too much… until he had learned you were carrying his babe.
WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT–MINORS DNI; Implied canon typical incest/Targcest (reader speaks high valyrian), p in v, cock warming, lactation kink, lactating, pregnancy, pregnancy sex
WORDS: 2.4 K
Daemon always had been a generous lover, his ample experience really paying off whenever you two were entangled in the bedcovers, or somewhere else, when the burning desire overcame you both. That was the main reason you were with child just three moons after your bedding ceremony.
Sleeping with Daemon had always been wild and exciting. He had always been just a little too rough, straddling that fine line between unbelievably good and almost too much, until he had learned you were carrying his babe.
From then on, he took his time with you, always splaying one hand on your stomach and persistent to take you in no other position than on your back with him between your parted legs.
Sometimes you managed to coax him into allowing you to ride him, but even then his hands always rested on your hips so he could guide your movements and set up the pace.
Tonight was no different, however, your belly was finally starting to swell, just like your breasts. It was ridiculous how much they had swollen over the short time, quite different from the bodies of other women at court at the same stage of pregnancy as you. You blamed it on them not carrying the offspring of a Targaryen, and on your body, as it felt the need to provide enough milk for the little dragon growing up inside of you, even if it still were a few moons until the birth.
Lying on your back with Daemon’s silver-blonde mop of hair between your parted legs, you had your head tipped back, eyes glued to the ceiling. He had been lazily lapping at your folds for too long at this point, not noticing that you were not finding much joy in it anymore, given the lack of variation.
As you looked down at him, you saw that his lilac eyes were fixed on you — just not at your face. And when you glanced down at your bosom, you knew why. Your breasts looked so firm and heavy, entirely ready for him.
There were a few droplets of milk oozing out of your nipples, dripping down your darkened areolas. It had happened before, but only very rarely, and never in Daemon’s presence. While you were certain that he loved every part of your body, you knew that your breasts and arse were his favorites.
The passion and longing in his gaze was enough to send a shiver up your spine, a few more drops of the white liquid dribbling out in sync with your arousal.
Your hand entangled in his soft tresses, and while that touch seemed to be enough to pull him out of his trance, you gave him no time to react as you used the grip to tug him up to hover over you.
He didn't speak as he towered over you, but his questioning gaze was enough to have you chuckling softly. “I want to feel you, husband,” you whispered, cupping his cheeks to pull him in for a tender kiss.
Just like the many times before, you wrapped your legs around his waist so you could easily flip him onto his back. You straddled his hips, his erect member nestled between your soaked cunny and his lower stomach. He did not object, which truly surprised you.
With a few sways of your hips, his cock was coated in the mix of your arousal and his saliva, and you moaned each time the bulbous tip rubbed against your overworked pearl.
Daemon’s hand came up to your hips as you lifted them, gripping the base of his cock to align him with your aching core, eventually sinking down on him.
The delicious stretch was enough for you both to moan out in unison, a shuddering gasp rocking your body. One of your innate instincts was to cup your swollen belly at the sensation, fingers splayed out to support the burgeoning fullness. Not wasting any time, your husband’s hand joined yours, resting atop of it.
Daemon looked like he was created by the Seven. Silver hair disheveled and splayed out around his chiseled features, his scars on full display and muscles twitching each time your core clenched around him.
It was perfectly clear that the Dragon between your legs did not know where to look. His dilated pupils flickering from your face down to where you both were connected, and eventually settled on your bouncing breasts.
Your body seemed to notice your husband’s unabashed interest in them, because they felt even fuller then before. They were too firm and too heavy, practically begging for attention and relief. Daemon waited for you to move, to enjoy the show he was going to receive, however the fullness of your tits didn’t allow you to.
And as a quiet observer, your husband noticed your discomfort.
“Nēdenkus bykus riñus, you should have listened to me,” Daemon growled, voice caught by a particularly tight clench of your walls. Feisty little girl. He bent forward, strong arms wrapped around your middle. As your perky nipples pressed against his sturdy chest you hissed, the sensitive buds prodding against his skin. You felt the milk leaking out of you at the close contact, wetting both your chests, “let me–”
“Daor,” you protested, shaking your head to make a point, to which he just sighed in response. No.
You slowly rocked your hips back and forth, your movements faltering every now and then in response to his closeness and tight grip. His muscles flexed, an indication that it felt good for him but that he just did not like the position and your discomfort that obviously came with it.
“What is it, Y/N?” The annoyance in his voice was audible, and his patience was clearly running thin.
When Daemon’s head tilted upwards and yours bowed forwards, you rested your foreheads against each other, your hips stilling. You had felt bold and confident before and still did, but the thoughts that clouded your mind were too silly for you to speak them aloud. They were indecent.
The loud slap of Daemon’s hand colliding with your backside and the stinging pain that followed after caused you to yelp, staring down at him with wide eyes.
“Nyke eptan ao iā másino,” he remarked sternly. I asked you a question.
You knew you were trapped; there was no escaping him. He affixed his eyes to yours expectantly, pupils dark and blown, waiting for you to answer him. But you figured it was easier to show what was plaguing you, where you needed him.
Tilting your upper body back slightly, your fingers wiped at the thin wet sheen trailing down the firm curve of your breast. Daemon’s eyes eagerly followed your fingers, a distinct growl rumbling in the depths of his chest at the sight, and he groaned with want as if he had been punched in the gut.
The tremulous sounds that left your lips at the soft stimulation of the areola were enough to snap the last lingering threads of Daemon’s resolve.
A few more droplets trickled down your flushed skin, and when you reached to clean your fingers with the bedcovers, Daemon was quick to catch your wrist and bring it up to his lips.
He leaned forward, nuzzling at your fingers to take in the scent of you, before both digits were engulfed by his lips. The taste was sweet and delicate, and better than any Arbor he had tasted before, making him desperate for more.
It wasn’t the first time he had sucked on your fingers, yet, this time, the context was entirely different and purely sinful. You squeezed your thighs together to soothe the burning desire pooling in your belly, and were sharply reminded of him still being inside of you when he bucked his hips up in return.
But Daemon did not stop at that. His large palm came up to cup the swell of your breast. The pad of his thumb brushed your hardened bud, before he applied a bit of pressure to your flesh to coax more milk out of it. He was mesmerized by the sight. You hissed at the contact, but the sound turned into a moan the second his tongue swirled over your teased nipple, cleaning away the slip of fluid that had escaped.
The staccato of your inhales was the only sign of your approval for him to keep going.
When his mouth latched around the tight bud to suck, you couldn’t stop your back from arching into him. Your arms wrapped around his neck, bending at the elbow to entangle into the hair on the crown of his head. He was forced to your bosom, you feared that he was close to suffocating. However, you knew that if it was up to him, he’d gladly die that way - with his lips on your tits, suckling on what was solely designated for the babe he had put in your belly.
Your core melted around his rock hard member, and you squirmed on top of him with newfound vigor, spasming around him with each suck of his mouth.
As he pulled back from the bud with a lewd pop, a drop of milk resting in the corner of his mouth, he tilted his head to look up at you for you to give him the reassurance that what he did was what you wanted.
The lack of stimulation caused you to whine, a frown etched onto your features, but when you caught a glimpse of the sight beneath you, you felt a fresh wave of arousal gush out of your core, his lips were swollen and his chiseled features were framed by your full breasts on either side of it.
“Gaomagon jāre, Daemon,” you whined, “ȳdra daor keligon.” Keep going, Daemon. Don’t stop.
Applying a bit of pressure to his head with your elbows, you nudged him forward to encourage him to continue his ministrations, to which he eagerly complied. His hands pressed flat against the narrow planes of your back, nails digging softly into your flesh.
You couldn't stop yourself from crying out mumbled words of praise at the relief you felt when he resumed, this time taking large gulps, the sounds of his messy slurping filling your ears. Knowing you were providing for your unborn babe was good, but it didn’t compare to the feeling of your husband emptying your full breasts.
With every suckle of his lips, you took in a sharp breath, and when his hand came up to squeeze the slowly sagging flesh of your breast, the pressure in it long gone with the amount of milk he had drank, you gently rocked your way through your climax with him suckling you through it.
“Yes–,” you cried out, your sentence cut off by a moan, “just-just like that… please,” you begged. You weren't even sure what you were begging for, since he had already given you all you could’ve ever asked for, but the relief and pleasure his mouth and cock granted you fought the ability to form any coherent thoughts.
You were soaking and pliant, your labored breathing drowning out the squelching sounds of your core repeatedly dragging over his thick length to calm the storm that raged within you. You weren't able to see it, but you felt that he was coated in more than one of your juices. Milk dribbled down the corners of his mouth and chin, whereas his stones and the base of his member were coated in your arousal.
His cock was snugly nestled inside of your warm and wet womanhood, and besides the throbbing and pulsing, it didn't move. It was a welcomed surprise to not have his hips pistoning in and out of you, making it much more bearable to keep him inside of you even after your climax faded.
The previous firmness of your breast was long gone, and only once the spasming of your core around him had subsided, Daemon dared to pull away from you, “ao sylutegon sīr sȳz.” You taste so good.
“Pār gaomagon jāre,” you panted the demand, strands of your long hair clinging to your sweaty skin. Then keep going.
You helped him adjust, nudging him to your other breast.
You were less vocal this time around and just focused on the sensations that coursed through you, noting what elicited which response from your body. His cock still was buried hard and aching inside of you, and you settled into a slow and steady rhythm with his mouth now working your other breast.
Not only you were enjoying this. This strange, illicit act fanned so much heat within Daemon, he slowly but surely felt the familiar tingling at the tip of his cock, sending a shudder through his core.
You felt exactly the same, and when he applied just the edge of his teeth to the sensitive areola, another orgasm crashed over your body in an ambush. You chased your pleasure as if in a dream, oblivious to Daemon being close to tipping over the edge, too.
When you keened and shook against him with the force of your peak, Daemon’s body eventually seized, his cock spending in a burst so strong he withdrew from your breast to unleash a guttural groan.
If it wasn't for you already growing round with his child, you were certain you would’ve been with one after this, his seed filling you up to the brim and leaking out of your spasming hole.
You were tight and warm around him as he tried to drink every last drop of your milk, and with your nipple growing somewhat sore, it proved to be a challenge to get the Rogue Prince to release the sensitive bud.
But when he did, he looked up at you with lust-blown eyes, the familiar lilac replaced by black. You licked your lips, eyes flickering between his and his lips, swollen and covered in the last remnants of your milk, begging for your attention.
Your head bowed down, capturing his lips in a soft kiss, and at the taste of your milk on his tongue, you couldn’t stop the moan from spilling into his mouth. His arms wrapped around your body yet again, pulling you closer against him. And this time, it didn’t feel painful when your breasts were squeezed by his firm chest, causing you to sigh in content.
“Avy jorrāelan.” I love you.
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Dear Husband
──── ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧ ────
summary | It’s been a month since you’ve been wedded to Prince Aemond and he has yet to consummate your marriage. Fed up with waiting, you seek him out and prepare to seduce your own husband
warnings | arranged marriage, smut, oral sex, soft!aemond
this is an eighteen plus fic. minors please do not enter
divider by @princessbellecerise
Before you got married, you never once thought that you’d have to seduce your own husband. You were always taught that men were…lustful creatures and that your husband wouldn’t be able to resist the touch of a woman.
You were told that most men couldn’t keep their hands off of their new brides, so when a month went by and Aemond still hadn’t…performed his martial duties with you, you started to wonder if perhaps your husband was broken.
Prince Aemond hadn’t touched you since the day you were married, and it had been your hand that he had touched, not your body.
After the great feast that was held by King Viserys, instead of having a bedding ceremony like most brides, you spent the night alone and wondering if perhaps your husband hated you.
Of course, you knew it was ridiculous to think that since Aemond had never once been rude to you, or anything less than civil. He always escorted you when he needed to, bid you good morning like he should, but he never, ever did anything more.
Your relationship was odd and not at all what you imagined marriage to be like. You had expected and prepared yourself to not even leave your chambers for the first week of marriage, but all you did was spend time alone when you should’ve been with your husband.
You didn’t like that.
You didn’t like the fact that you were still a maiden and though you told yourself that you wouldn’t push, that you would give Aemond time to come to you and seek out your pleasure, you were fed up.
You just couldn’t wait anymore, so alas, there you were, standing outside of the chambers that your husband slept in away from you and dressed in your most revealing nightgown.
Originally it had been made for your wedding night, but since you had never officially consummated your marriage with Aemond it had been left untouched; just like you.
You were untouched and quite frankly you were sick of it. You wanted your husband; you wanted to lay with him like everyone said you would. You wanted to feel yourself wrapped in his love, experience the best things marriage that had to offer. You wanted him, Aemond Targaryen, first of his name. And tonight, you were going to get him.
Hesitatingly, you lifted your fingers rap on his door and you were grateful that no guards were present to witness this affair. After all, it was well known that Prince Aemond was more than capable of protecting himself. Another trait you admired about your lord husband, another thing that lead you towards loving him, lusting for him.
You just hoped that he felt the same, and that you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself. After all, you were going off of the assumption that he did want to lay with you. But what if that wasn’t the case at all?
What if Aemond simply didn’t want you? What if he stayed away on purpose?
What if—?
Your rambling thoughts were suddenly cut off by the magnificent wooden door swinging open, revealing your lord husband who, in all his glory, was only dressed in his night clothes.
If you had to guess, he wasn’t asleep seeing how quickly he answered the door but you were starting to wish that he was, so you might’ve had a chance to talk yourself out of this.
The cool breeze of the castle made the very hair on the back of your neck stand up, and suddenly you felt utterly ridiculous as you stood in front of Aemond, whose eye went wide as he saw you.
Slightly, the prince’s jaw dropped and you stuttered as you struggled to find some kind of explanation for yourself.
“M-My Prince…I…” The words died on your tongue as quickly as they came, your nerves making it impossible to speak. Your throat went dry and your body went numb, your heart feeling like it was about to beat out of your chest.
You could barely contain your breathing as the prince visibly staggered back, his throat bobbing as he quickly looked around.
“My lady, what are you doing? You should not be out at this time of night, dressed in this kind of attire,” He quickly scolded you, and before you could stutter out any more words you were suddenly yanked into his chambers.
Yelping, you were shocked as Aemond closed the door behind the two of you, trapping you in his warm room which had a fire raging.
It was the first time you had ever been inside of his chambers, and it was not what you expected. For starters it was warm, the complete opposite of his demeanor and it was surprisingly colorful. The roaring fire lit up the relatively large room and it showcased all of his trinkets which showed you glimpses of who he really was.
If you weren’t so nervous, you might’ve admired his room and pointed out some of the things that you had in common. Like the books he had stacked on his end table, but at the moment that was last thing on your mind as you stood in front of your husband.
Nervously, your hands clasped together and you picked at the skin on your fingernails as you looked at him.
“Have you gone mad?” He questioned you, “Why on earth are you roaming around, wearing…that.”
He could hardly find it in himself to look at you as you quickly wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling foolish for even thinking of this idea. You wished you had just stayed in bed and went through with your original plan—wait for him to approach you, if he did at all.
It would’ve saved you a lot of embarrassment and possibly rejection. You couldn’t tell what your husband was thinking because he wouldn’t look at you, but your anxiety told you that it was nothing good.
“My prince, I…I’m so sorry. I don’t what I was thinking, I just—”
“You just what?” Your husband questioned you sharply, and you flinched at the harsh tone of his voice. Lowering your head, you bit your lip, and silently you willed yourself not to cry.
“I…” What were you to say? Oh, I’m very sorry my husband, but I just came here to seduce you since you haven’t done it yet.
No.
You would sound beyond stupid and you didn’t feel like humiliating yourself even further. Standing in front of him with his sharp gaze on you was enough. You felt exposed, and you wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow you whole. You hoped that if you stayed quiet Aemond would just let this whole thing go and forget it ever happened. Forget you ever even came to him, but judging from the way he was staring you down, you knew that wasn’t possible.
Instinctively, you stepped back and you felt intimidated as his tall frame hovered over you. His slender face was twisted in an unreadable emotion, his lips pursed. He finally decided to look at you and it caused shockwaves to travel through you body due to the look in his eye.
“What? Who exactly did you put this on for, wife?” Aemond asked suspiciously, and you gulped as you met his eye.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that your husband was jealous by the way he was speaking. His demeanor definitely showed it, with his arms crossed and his eye narrowed at you.
You shifted uncomfortably as your heart pounded.
“Well?” Aemond asked, and you knew that you had no choice but to confess, lest you brung out a side of him that you most definitely did not want to see.
“I…” Just spit it out, Y/N! Your brain screamed at you. You took a deep breath. “I wore it for you, your grace,” You finally confessed, and you knew there was no turning back as you continued. “I…I noticed that you have not…visited me like a husband should, and I was wondering if maybe it was because you were…shy. I just wanted to do something to catch your attention, husband, but I see now that it will result in nothing more than my humiliation so I will go and—”
“Wait!”
You froze with your back turned to him, preparing to haul tail and book it back to your chambers. With shameful tears in your eyes, your hand had already touched the door and you were preparing to leave until you heard his voice.
Pausing, you couldn’t believe what was happening as Aemond slowly came to stand behind you, sliding his large hand over yours to stop you from leaving.
The heat from his body could be felt with how close he was standing, and you shivered as your whole body lit up and froze.
“Not so fast, wife,” Aemond whispered in your ear, and suddenly you gasped as you were turned halfway around and then backed against the door.
Instantly, your eyes met those of your husband’s, your lips parting as curiosity and fire filled your veins.
Aemond stared down at you with a look that you couldn’t quite understand, but what you did know was that he had never looked at you like that before.
It made your heart pound to see the intensity in his gaze. His one eye was focused on you and his soft, pink lips were pursed before finally, they curved into a smirk. You could’ve sworn that you were dreaming as your husband leaned in, and something inside of you fluttered at his proximity.
“You wore this…for me?” His deep voice caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach, and you nodded, unable to speak.
Your breath was caught in your throat as Aemond smirked, and the feeling of him pressing against you intensified.
Slowly, you felt cold hands hook around your waist and tug until you were fully facing him. Your faces were closer than they had ever been before, and you were able to see your husband in full now.
You studied his face and you noticed that a new look had taken over. At first, Aemond had looked at you with apprehension; caution. He wasn’t nearly as relaxed as he was now, but dare you say it—your husband actually looked excited.
The sly smile that had grown on his face put you more at ease, and you made no move to push him away as his hands lingered.
Looking into his eyes, you bit your lip and tilted your head.
“Do you like it, my prince?” You asked him, barely above a whisper. A slight burst of energy led you to puff your chest out, coyly looking at Aemond as he observed the fabric.
It was supposed to be worn on your wedding night but because nothing had happened, the white fabric was in prestige condition and it barely covered everything it needed to. You knew the answer of your question just by the look that grew in Aemond’s eye, but for what it was worth, he answered.
“Yes. It is quite pretty, Princess,” He complimented. And then a smirk grew on his pale face. Leaning in, you shivered as Aemond’s lips came to your ear, and then he whispered words you never thought you’d hear. “But I’d prefer to see it off, if I am to be honest.”
A gasp left your lips as Aemond suddenly pulled away, and you didn’t have time to think before Prince’s lips were on yours.
He swallowed the surprised noise that left your throat, hooking his finger under your jaw to give him a better angle of your lips.
They were soft, untouched until now and Aemond felt his cock throb at the thought that the rest of your body was, too.
You on the other hand were beyond shocked, but you had to admit that his lips tasted pretty good; addicting like wine to an alcoholic man. You felt like you couldn’t get enough as you kissed him back, deeply to the point where it shocked Aemond.
He wasn’t expecting you to behave like this, and he certainly hadn’t been expecting for his wife to come and seduce him. All this time, he thought that you’d be afraid of him but it was the opposite.
You wanted more, you wanted to be more. You wanted to be his and you weren’t afraid to show it as you pressed yourself against him.
Aemond hissed as he felt your hand accidentally brush his cock, pulling away as a hungry feeling gathered in his chest. His violet eye searched yours and all he could see was longing behind them; lust.
You wanted him and he wanted you, and the fire between the two of you grew he lightly tugged on your hand. He motioned to the bed behind him, wide and empty as he obviously wasn’t expecting a visitor.
You didn’t mind though, nodding and allowing him to pull you over to it as your mind clouded up. Suddenly, the embarrassment that you felt for coming here was replaced by relief, your shame overtaken by longing.
You couldn’t believe that your plan had actually worked, still a little bit in awe as Aemond helped you onto the big bed and gently trapped you underneath him.
His tall frame hovered over you, his knees on either side of your body. His strong hands rested just beside you, hoisting himself up while you laid propped up on your elbows.
If you didn’t know any better, he almost looked…nervous. Hesitating before he did anything else and soon you figured out why.
“Is this alright, wife?” He wanted to ask first, so gently that it made your heart melt a little bit.
He genuinely looked concerned about your well-being, hesitating before he did anything else. He was the complete opposite of his idiot brother, asking for your consent before touching you.
You often heard stories of men not even caring to ask before they laid with women. Most of them just take what they want and don’t bother for permission, is what a maid had said to you before your wedding day.
You always thought that was true until Aemond uttered the words, and you were so overcome with emotion that all you could do was nod, leaning up so that your lips could capture his once more.
This time, the kiss was more sure, steady as he moved against you and placed a gentle hand on your cheek. He laid you back so that your body was now touching his pillows, silk sheets crumbling underneath you as he followed.
Your soft body became pressed against his, and due to your nightgown Aemond could practically feel everything. Every curve, every soft patch of skin, he could feel it all and it took an incredible amount of self control for Aemond to take it slow. He had to remind himself that you were untouched, and that you required care before he did anything else.
As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t just jump into it without warming you up first, so he pulled away to do just that.
A sudden whine came from your throat at the loss of contact, your arm coming out to pull him back down. You pouted, wanting to keep tasting his lips but Aemond quickly made up for it as he leaned back down and grazed his teeth over your neck.
“Not yet, wife. I have to get you warmed for me first.”
A gasp left your lips as he then kissed and licked over a spot that made you become weak in the knees. Quietly, a sound that you had never heard before left your lips and Aemond was smug as he recognized it as a moan.
You were moaning for him and he hadn’t even touched you yet, and that thought alone was enough to have him abandoning your neck and sinking lower so that he could get more out of you.
He wanted to hear that sound again, and you wanted the pleasure that made you make that sound. When Aemond sank down lower and lower you watched with wide eyes, not quite knowing what he was doing but trusting him.
You trusted your husband enough to stay quiet when he tugged on your nightgown, only nodding at him again to let him know that it was okay to pull it down.
When he did, you swore that you stopped breathing as your cunt was exposed to the warm air. Instinctively, you became shy and tried to close your legs but Aemond’s strong arms stopped you.
He held your legs open and shook his head. Gently, he ran his fingers over your hips which made you shiver. The feeling of his touch set your skin on fire, and as Aemond muttered his next words you melted even further.
“Do not hide from me, Issa jorrāelagon. You are beautiful,” He said something in his native language, and it was only because you’d heard it before did you know what it meant.
My love is what the Valerian words translated to, and Aemond had only ever uttered them once on your wedding day. You remembered having to memorize that exact same phrase, and when you recognized it your body instantly relaxed.
Instantly, any resolve that you had melted away and you became butter underneath Aemond. Your legs parted, your nerves relaxed, and you allowed him to dip his head down between your legs.
Before you even knew what was happening, your husband’s tongue darted out to taste your cunt. The action caused you to gasp and Aemond to moan, relishing in your sweet taste before diving back in.
He wanted more, so he licked another stripe and relished in the way your back arched off of the bed. A moan left your lips as he did it again, Aemond pleasing you in a way you’d never experienced before.
Even your own fingers couldn’t make you feel this good. His tongue was pure bliss, making you see stars as you whimpered underneath him.
Instinctively, your hands reached down to tangle in his hair as he teased your pearl. When his teeth lightly grazed over it, you moaned and accidentally pulled causing Aemond to groan.
The vibrations against your cunt pared with the assault on your clit nearly sent you over the edge, a pant leaving your lips as pressure built in the pit of your stomach.
You felt like you were about burst with Aemond’s mouth on you, and soon your vision went blank as the dam burst and your peak washed over you like violent waves during a storm.
You screamed out Aemond’s name as waves of pleasure washed through you, and Aemond chuckled against your cunt, making sure that he gathered every drop of your spend before lifting himself from in between your legs.
Your body was still shaking as he came to hover over you, and in a sudden heated kiss you could taste yourself on Aemond’s lips.
The action caused you to moan into your husband’s mouth, grabbing onto his shoulders as he steadied himself. One of his hands came up to cup your face while the other fumbled with his belt, loosening the material without ever breaking the kiss. You could feel him moving around and attempting to free himself from his trousers so you pulled away to help.
Hesitantly, you grabbed the waistband of the material and tugged it down whilst Aemond helped. You couldn’t lie, you were shaking and a little nervous the more they dropped, becoming intimidated by seeing him for the first time.
It certainly made your cunt throb to see his cock, your mouth watering a little as Aemond finally freed himself.
He was already erect, his cock slapping against his stomach. You made eye contact and you could see lust clouding his violet eye, the yearning that he felt.
Aemond wasn’t one to show his emotions often, if at all, but right now you felt like you could see him. You could see every emotion that he possessed, feel him as he leaned down to connect your lips once again.
You had never been this close to anyone before and you relished in it as he positioned himself over you. As his lips moved against yours, you became eager, pulling him down so that he could line himself with your entrance.
Aemond pulled away to look at your face before he pushed himself forward. He searched for any signs of resistance or hesitation, but there was none. You were eager for you husband to move forward, eager to finally feel him like you wanted.
You were so close to getting what you came here for, but first…
You hesitantly bit your lip as your hand came up, and your heart squeezed as Aemond flinched when you touched his eye.
The one that was covered, that is, and the last piece of material that was separating the two of you.
Before you went forward with this, you wanted to see him. You wanted really see your husband and all of his beauty.
Despite what people said, you’d never been afraid of what was behind the patch. You’d never been disgusted or judgmental. You just wanted to see Aemond for who he really was, as he was about to see you.
“May I…?”
Aemond took in a sharp breath as your fingers lingered over his eyepatch, seriously debating if he should let you or not. You could see the conflict in his face, the uncertainty and you weren’t going to push. If he was uncomfortable taking it off, you’d understand, but to your surprise Aemond reached up and took it off himself.
He closed his eyes as he placed the material on his nightstand, and when he opened them one violet eye and one sapphire eye stared back at you.
Aemond lowered his head as if he were ashamed, but you quickly grabbed his face and made him look at you.
Nothing expect for love adorned your face, making sure that he knew you weren’t judging or scared. You just wanted to see him, and as you ran your fingers over his scar you only whispered one word.
“Gevie,” You told him, and Aemond chuckled as your palm stroked his cheek. He didn’t shy away from your touch and allowed you to touch him like no one ever had before. Not even his own mother had felt his scar, and now here he was, laid bare before his wife just you were bare before him.
Now, there was nothing left to separate the two of you so Aemond pushed forward.
You felt the head of his cock brush your folds and you gasped, biting your lip as he started to push through your barriers.
Your cunt wrapped around him in way that Aemond had never felt before, causing your husband to groan as he sunk into you. Briefly, you held your breath as slight pain erupted but it wasn’t too bad. Aemond was gentle, and he had made sure you were warmed up so the feeling went away almost instantly.
Still, he paused before going any further and looked at your face to make sure that you were okay.
Violet and sapphire met your (E/C) eyes, and you nodded as you slowly released your breath. Wrapping your arms around Aemond’s shoulders, you buried your head in his neck and moaned as he pushed in to the hilt.
The sound of a low groan reaching your ears caused lust to travel through your body. The thought of your husband moaning for you, because of you made your cunt even wetter and there was little to no resistance for Aemond as he began to move his hips.
Sloppily, your lips found his and your legs wrapped around his back as your body welcomed him.
Aemond wrapped his own around you, making sure to hold you tight before rocking his hips. He kept a steady pace, making sure that he wasn’t too rough which you appreciated. The pace he took allowed you feel him, relishing in the way his cock dragged along your walls.
You moaned at every stab of pleasure that you felt, enjoying the taste of Aemond’s lips as well. He tasted like the sweet wine you often saw him drink, and you couldn’t get enough like you were trying to get drunk as well.
You were trying to get drunk on him and you were, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Aemond’s cock managed to reach your sweet spot. His lips pulled away from yours so his teeth could graze your neck, and you had the pleasure of hearing his own moans spill out as he sped up.
The King sized mattress creaked under the weight of him fucking you, blending in with all of the other sweet sounds you made. Mostly, the cries that fell from your lips were Aemond’s own name, something that fueled him and drew him closer to the edge.
It felt like heaven, having your cunt wrapped him and your lips screaming his name. A few hours ago Aemond would’ve never in his wildest dreams guessed that he’d be here, pleasuring his wife he was so sure wanted nothing to do with him.
After you were forced to marry him by your father, he made a promise that he’d stay away for as long as possible. He made a promise that he’d give you your space, thinking that’s what you wanted, but now, Aemond knew that promise would go out of the window.
After tonight, he would never let you go, and you had no problem with that whatsoever.
You’d stay like this with him forever if you could, but a familiar knot in your stomach held you back and you knew that you were close to your peak, again.
You could feel it in the pit of your stomach, along with Aemond’s cock as he sped up.
Lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, and it would’ve had you embarrassed had you not been so far gone.
With your eyes screwed shut and shameless sounds of pleasure leaving your lips, you could care less about that. The only thing you felt, the only thing you wanted to feel was Aemond and you did.
You felt his cock twitch inside of you and you knew that he was close, just like you were. His pace began to lose it’s rhythm and his grip tightened, both eyes squeezing shut as Aemond finally reached his high and spilled inside of you.
Likewise, you accidentally bit down on his shoulder and scraped your fingernails against his back as you experienced your second high, your cunt clenching down on Aemond’s cock and milking him until he was spent.
A low groan left his lips as he felt you completely fall apart on his cock, enjoying the sounds you made before you finally began to calm down.
Soft pants left your lips as Aemond remained on top of you, unmoving but careful not to crush you with his weight. Somehow, he still had the strength to prop himself up and hover over you which was a miracle because you were exhausted.
Your body ached in the most delicious of ways, your cunt throbbing and leaking with Aemond’s seed.
You knew that if you didn’t take moon tea soon then his seed would take but that was the last thing you were worried about.
You were too caught up in your own bliss, too happy as you stared at Aemond to care. You thought he looked absolutely beautiful above you, looking like the Gods people always compared the Targaryens to.
In that moment, you truly believed it to be true and you wondered how you had gotten so lucky. You wondered how you were blessed with such a man for husband that he could easily be mistaken for a God.
You wondered why the Gods chose you to marry him and silently thanked them for it.
But most of all, you wondered why in the hell you didn’t approach him sooner.
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Closer II
Summary:
Both Aemond and Lucaela deal with the concequences of their mating as certain revelations come to light.
Warning(s): Language, Angst, Uncle/Niece Incest, Kissing, Smut – Fingering, Oral Sex, P in V, Knotting, Marriage, Pregnancy, Child Birth, Character Death.
AEMOND TARGARYEN x O.C LUCAELA VELARYON
INSPIRED BY - 'NINE INCH NAILS - CLOSER'
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Word Count: 6623
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.
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"You fool!" Otto roared, his voice echoing off the walls of his chambers. "You can't keep your damn knot in your breeches, can you? Irreversibly tying yourself to Rhaenyra's daughter, of all people!"
Aemond's jaw tensed, his own frustration mounting as he bore the brunt of his grandfather's wrath. "I never intended for this to happen, grandfather," he protested, his voice tinged with desperation. "But Lucaela-she's my mate. I couldn't deny our bond any longer."
"Your mate be damned!" Otto spat, his fists clenching at his sides. "Do you realize what you've done? You've single-handedly destroyed any chance we had of securing the throne for your brother. All because you couldn't control your urges, I thought I had to worry about your brother, not you”.
"Grandsire-“ muttered Aemond.
Otto's mind raced as he tried to salvage the remnants of his meticulously laid plans, the very foundations of which now seemed to crumble beneath his feet. With Rhaenyra and Daemon demanding that Aemond marry Lucaela, Otto saw a sliver of opportunity amidst the chaos.
"If we can't control the situation," he mused aloud, his voice heavy with frustration, "Perhaps we can manipulate it to our advantage."
Rhaenyra's attachment to her daughter was well-known, a weakness that could be exploited if handled with care. If Lucaela became a pawn in their political game, they might be able to force Rhaenyra to come to terms and bend to their will.
"Force her hand," Otto murmured to himself, his mind churning with possibilities. "Use Lucaela as leverage to ensure Rhaenyra's compliance."
The Alpha within Aemond roared in protest as he listened to his grandfather's plans for Lucaela. Deep within him, a primal instinct surged, rejecting Otto's manipulative schemes with a ferocity that matched the flames of a dragon.
"No," Aemond growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I will not allow Lucaela to be used as a pawn in your games”.
Otto's gaze hardened as he locked eyes with Aemond, his own resolve unyielding in the face of his grandson's defiance. "You are willing to risk everything," he countered, his voice laced with frustration, "Your own life, the lives of your brothers and sister, the life of your mother, all for the sake of this bond?"
Aemond squared his shoulders and shook his head, his grandsire’s words playing on a loop in his mind.
But the Alpha inside him was furious, demanding that he protect his mate.
"If Rhaenyra is crowned queen, we will all be in danger. She will see us as threats to her rule, and she will stop at nothing to eliminate us."
“Grandsire-there has to be another way“ muttered Aemond.
Otto shook his head, his expression grim. "What of the realm?" he challenged. "Do you not care about the stability of the Seven Kingdoms? Aegon is the King’s firstborn son, the crown is his by right”.
"But at what cost?" Aemond shot back, his tone fierce. "Do we sacrifice everything we hold dear in the name of political expediency? I refuse to let Lucaela suffer for our ambitions, to see her used as a pawn in a game of thrones."
“I implore you to see reason Aemond-a living contender invites challenge. We must work together to secure your brother’s succession,” said Otto.
“Not at the cost of Lucy-“
"You're being used, Aemond," declared Otto, his tone cold and unforgiving. "Can't you see? Lucaela deliberately placed herself in front of you, knowing full well you wouldn't be able to resist her scent."
Aemond's jaw clenched at the accusation, his Alpha instincts bristling with indignation. "You speak as if Lucaela is some kind of manipulative pawn," he countered, his voice sharp with defiance. "But she is my mate. Our bond is stronger than any scheme Rhaenyra could concoct."
Otto shook his head, his expression incredulous. "You only lost one eye how could you be so blind" he scoffed. "Do you honestly believe Lucaela's actions are purely out of love? She is her mother’s daughter, and she’s been raised by Daemon. You think it's a coincidence that she presented herself to you on the day of the Driftmark petition?"
Aemond's chest tightened at the implication, his mind reeling with the possibility that he had been deceived. But even as doubt crept into his thoughts, he refused to entertain the notion that Lucaela's feelings for him were anything less than genuine.
"You don't understand” he asserted, his tone firm and resolute. "Through our bond, I can feel her emotions, her feelings for me. They are genuine, I would know if they were false."
“A fools notion” scoffed Otto.
His Alpha instincts surged within him, reinforcing his conviction with a primal certainty that Otto could not hope to comprehend. "You speak of manipulation and deceit, but you underestimate the power of our connection," Aemond continued, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. "I can feel her love for me. No scheme or plot could fabricate such emotion."
Otto's scepticism faltered slightly, a flicker of doubt crossing his features as he regarded his grandson. But he quickly regained his composure, his resolve unyielding in the face of Aemond's protestations.
"Feelings can be fickle, Aemond," he cautioned, his voice tinged with warning. "Do not let your emotions cloud your judgment”.
But Aemond remained steadfast, his faith in Lucaela unwavering despite the doubts cast upon their relationship. "I trust in our bond, grandsire," he declared, his voice ringing with determination. "No matter the challenges we face, I will stand by Lucaela's side”.
Otto's voice carried a solemn warning as he fixed Aemond with a steely gaze. "When the time comes, Aemond," he said, his tone grave, "You had better pray to the Seven that your bond with Lucaela will be enough to save not only your life but the lives of your siblings as well."
As he rounded a corner, Aemond's heart skipped a beat at the sight that greeted him. There she was, Lucaela, radiant and alluring as ever, standing in the company of her stepfather, Daemon. His presence sent a surge of possessiveness coursing through Aemond, the Alpha within him bristling at the sight of another Alpha in such close proximity to his mate.
For a moment, Aemond stood rooted to the spot, torn between the conflicting urges warring within him. On one hand, the desire to assert his claim over Lucaela burned fiercely within him, driving him to emphasise his dominance over any who would dare to encroach upon their bond.
But on the other hand, a voice of reason whispered in the back of his mind, reminding him of the consequences of giving in to his primal instincts.
With a deep breath, Aemond forced himself to calm, the turmoil within him subsiding slightly as he approached Lucaela and Daemon. "Lucaela," he greeted her, his voice husky with desire yet tempered with restraint. "I was hoping to find you."
Lucaela turned to him, her eyes lighting up with warmth and affection. "Aemond," she replied, a smile gracing her lips.
" I was wandering when you’d have the courage to show your face after defiling my stepdaughter” said Daemon, his hand wrapping around the pommel of Dark Sister.
Aemond's jaw clenched at the barb, his Alpha instincts bristling at the insult. "Things will be set right by our marriage," he retorted, his voice sharp with indignation.
Daemon raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening into a knowing grin. "Of course, of course," he replied, his tone oozing with insincerity. "Nothing like a hasty ceremony to make up for your indiscretions, eh?"
But before Aemond could respond, Daemon continued, his tone dripping with condescension. "I do hope your grandsire hasn’t taken the news too hard, now that you can’t be sold off to forge alliances" he taunted, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "I suppose his carefully laid plans will have to be put on hold now that you've tied yourself to my stepdaughter."
Aemond's fists clenched at his sides, the Alpha within him roaring with fury at Daemon's jibes.
Just as he was about to respond, Aemond felt a surge of panic course through him, a jolt of raw emotion that cut through the haze of his thoughts like a knife. It was Lucaela, her distress echoing through their bond with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.
His mind raced back to his grandfather's words, the insinuation that Lucaela had deliberately placed herself in his path, tempting him with her presence.
Could it be true? Had she orchestrated their meeting, knowing full well the effect she would have on him?
The doubt gnawed at him, a relentless whisper in the back of his mind as he struggled to make sense of the tumultuous emotions swirling within him.
“L-Lucaela” exclaimed Aemond, his hand reaching up to his mating mark that had now started to sting.
Lucaela stared at Aemond for a moment before she turned and fled, her steps quick and determined as she disappeared back inside the Red Keep. Without a moment's hesitation, he followed, his instincts driving him forward with a single-minded purpose.
"Lucaela, wait!" he called after her, his voice echoing off the stone walls of the keep. But she did not stop, her form disappearing around a corner as she continued to flee from him.
With a surge of determination, Aemond quickened his pace, his footsteps echoing loudly in the empty corridors as he chased after her.
Finally, he caught up to her just outside her chambers, his chest heaving as he reached out to gently grasp her arm, turning her to face him. "Lucy, please," he pleaded, his voice filled with urgency. "Tell me what's wrong. Why did you run?"
Lucaela's eyes were wide with fear and uncertainty as she looked up at him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I-I can't," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts.
But Aemond refused to let her push him away. "You can't or you won't?" he pressed, his voice tinged with frustration and desperation.
As Aemond searched her eyes for answers, Lucaela's resolve crumbled under the weight of his gaze. She took a shaky breath, steeling herself to confess the truth that had been weighing on her.
"Aemond," she began, her voice trembling with emotion. "Daemon found out about Otto's scheming-about your family's plans to usurp the throne and have Aegon crowned instead of my mother."
Aemond's eye widened in shock at the revelation, the implications of Daemon's discovery sinking in with a sickening sense of dread. "How?" he breathed, his voice barely a whisper.
Lucaela swallowed hard, her hands trembling at her sides. "Someone overheard a conversation between Otto and one of his advisors and word got back to Daemon," she confessed, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.
“What does that have to do with me?” asked Aemond.
"After Daemon found out about Otto's plans, he knows that you and Vhagar are Otto’s biggest asset. He-he told me to place myself in front of you, to allow nature to take its course."
Aemond's eyes widened in shock, his mind reeling at the implications of her words. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice trembling with disbelief.
Lucaela swallowed hard, the truth spilling from her lips like poison. "He knew that as a newly presented Omega, no unmated Alpha could resist me," she confessed, her voice shaking with shame. "He told me to use that to my advantage, to tempt you into-into succumbing to your desires."
A wave of anger surged through Aemond, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he struggled to process the betrayal that lay before him. "And you-you went along with it?" he demanded; his voice laced with accusation.
Tears welled in Lucaela's eyes as she met his gaze, her own heart breaking at the pain she had caused him. "I-I didn't know what else to do," she admitted, her voice cracking with emotion. "I thought-I thought I was helping, that I was ensuring my mother’s claim”
How could you?" he demanded; his voice thick with emotion. "How could you deceive me like this, Lucy? To use our bond for your own gain, to manipulate me-“
But before he could finish his tirade, Lucaela scoffed, her own frustration boiling over at his accusations. "And what about Otto's scheming to usurp the throne?" she shot back, her voice tinged with bitterness. "Did you really think that Daemon would stand idly by while your grandsire plotted to undermine my mother’s claim?"
Aemond recoiled at the venom in her words, the truth of her accusations striking him like a blow to the chest.
"Lucaela, I-" he began, his voice faltering as he searched for the right words.
But she held up a hand, cutting him off before he could speak. "I'm not excusing what I did, Aemond," she admitted, her voice softening slightly. "But usurping the throne from the named heir, it’s wrong”.
"In order for your mother to secure her reign, she would have to eliminate any potential threats to her power. Aegon, Me even Daeron. A living contender invites challenge," he continued, his voice heavy with resignation. "And in Rhaenyra's eyes, any one of us could be seen as a threat to her rule”.
Lucaela's eyes flashed with indignation, her voice rising with anger as she countered Aemond's grim assessment. "How dare you, Aemond," she spat, her words sharp with frustration. "My mother would never harm anyone. You are her blood. You would be part of her rule as Queen, not victims of her ambition."
“Did she not demand that I be sharply questioned-to discover where I heard slanders against her bastards” snapped Aemond.
The fire in her eyes burned bright, fuelled by a fierce loyalty to her mother and a deep-seated belief in her righteousness. "Otto has dripped his poison in your ear," she accused, her voice trembling with emotion. "You've let his doubts cloud your judgment, but I refuse to let you believe such lies."
“How can I be assured that they are lies” replied Aemond.
"Aemond, please," she implored, her tone softened with earnestness. "Search our bond. Feel the truth in my words. My mother has no intention of harming you or your siblings."
Aemond hesitated, the weight of her words hanging heavy in the air between them. But as he gazed into Lucaela's eyes, he saw nothing, but sincerity reflected back at him, a raw honesty that stirred something deep within his soul.
Closing his eye, Aemond reached out through their bond, searching for the truth amidst the tumult of emotions that swirled within him. And as he delved deeper, he felt a sense of clarity wash over him, a profound realization that cut through the fog of doubt and uncertainty.
Lucaela wasn't lying. Her mother, Rhaenyra, harboured no ill intentions toward him or his siblings. It was a truth that resonated deep within him, anchoring him in the certainty of their shared bond.
Aemond pressed his forehead against Lucaela's, their bond pulsing with the intensity of their shared emotions. "My grandsire told me that crowning Rhaenyra would divide the Seven Kingdoms and start a war," he murmured, his voice heavy with concern.
But Lucaela shook her head, her eyes filled with a solemn conviction. "Usurping the throne is what will start a war," she countered, her voice steady despite the turmoil that raged within her.
“I’m worried Lucy-“
“Aemond, please listen to me," she implored, her gaze pleading with him to understand. "My mother is the named heir. It is her birthright, recognized by law. To challenge her claim would only sow further discord and violence only begets more violence. If you take the throne by force, it will only lead to bloodshed and chaos."
Aemond's expression softened as he regarded Lucaela, her sincerity and wisdom shining through in her words. "But what if-“
“-The House of the Dragon needs to stand together as one. Let the realm see us united, witness our strength and unity."
She reached out to take his hand, her touch warm and reassuring. "We can show the realm that we are not divided by ambition or greed," she continued, her voice filled with conviction. "That we are bound by blood and loyalty, and that together, we are stronger than any external threat."
“I want to believe you-” whispered Aemond.
“What do you think would happen to us-to me if Aegon was crowned King? It works both ways Aemond, my life would be forfeit as would that of my mother, stepfather and brothers-Otto wouldn’t let us live” whispered Lucaela.
The Alpha inside Aemond bristled with anger at the thought of Lucaela being killed, as angry as he was at her scheming, he knew she was right.
The only thing to do was make a choice-believe his Omega and trust that her word was true, or side with his grandsire and stand on the precipice of war.
In the end it was the Alpha inside who made the choice.
"My Alpha, issa zaldrīzes," she murmured, her voice a gentle caress against his senses (My dragon).
The bond between them pulsed with a primal energy, igniting a fierce longing within Aemond's heart. The Alpha inside him roaring to life, demanding that he seek to make amends with his mate, to bridge the divide that had grown between them.
Unable to resist the pull of their bond any longer, Aemond leaned in close, his lips brushing against Lucaela's ear as he whispered his own confession. "My Omega, I need you" he breathed, his voice husky with desire and regret.
“Then take me Alpha-claim what belongs to you. Now and always” whimpered Lucaela.
Aemond suddenly lunged forward and pressed his lips to hers.
Their kiss was rough and vicious. Consisting of teeth and tongue.
It was an eruption of frustration and passion. Hands everywhere, grabbing, scratching, and pulling at one another.
He spun Lucaela around and pressed her face against the wall, with one hand on the back of her neck and the other quickly untying the laces of his breeches.
Aemond nudged her ankle with his foot, signalling for her to open her legs wider.
His body covered hers as he sucked and licked the delicate skin of her neck, leaving red marks in his wake.
Lucaela moved her head to the side and moaned loudly as she felt Aemond’s teeth nipping at her skin.
Not having the patience to properly prepare her, Aemond spat into his hand.
Aemond ran his hand up and down the hard length of himself, eyeing his Omega with an animalistic hunger, a smirk on his lips as she bent forward for him.
He pulls aside her small clothes as he guides himself to her entrance, she barely has a moment to adjust before he is pressing his cock forcefully inside and stretching her brutally, causing her to cry out.
“FUCKING TAKE IT!” growls Aemond.
Lucaela can’t think of anything but the intense pounding thrusts that greet her, causing her to wail and moan, causing tears form in her eyes, before running down her cheeks.
Aemond sets a brutal pace, his hips crashing into hers.
Then he withdraws from her and spins her around, lifting her into his arms, his mouth pressed against hers as he quickly thrusts back inside her.
“YES! YES! AEMOND!” screams Lucaela.
“FUCK!” shouts Aemond as he feels her cunny clenching around his cock.
“P-Please Alpha-“ wailed Lucaela.
Aemond digs his fingers into the soft flesh of Lucaela’s hips, pulling her body against his as he thrusts forward, his singular eye focused on where they are joined.
His cock shining with her slick, the knot beginning to swell at the base, but he doesn’t want to finish not yet, not like this. So he withdraws from her again, making her whimper in frustration.
But Aemond ignores her as he lays her on the chaise lounge and falls to his knees.
Sliding his calloused hands up her legs, bunching the fabric of her small clothes in his hand before he rips them from her body.
“Aemond” shrieked Lucaela as Aemond’s mouth descends on her cunny.
Ravenously, he pressed into his Omega’s dripping core with his tongue, in and out, much faster than his cock ever could.
Still gasping, Lucaela clutched at his head with one hand, her other digging into the fabric of the chaise.
Aemond withdrew from her soaking wet core and lashed hard at her clitoris with his tongue, pulling on it with his lips. He was hard, fast and brutal, alternating between her assaulted bundle of nerves and drinking deep from her cunt.
Lucaela ground down on Aemond, hard; his tongue speared deeper inside her, and she felt the warm curl of her peak approach.
Aemond growled, deep in his throat; a sound that she didn’t hear very often. The vibration of his vocal cords rippled through to his tongue and Lucaela gasped; she felt every vibration keenly. Her body tensed for her peak– But Aemond pulled away from her and smirked, his chin shining with her slick.
“A-Aemond” gasped Lucaela, the tears of frustration spilling down her cheeks.
“Be a good little Omega and take what your Alpha gives you” said Aemond as he reached for the laces of her dress before he grew impatient and tore it from her body, leaving her breasts bared.
His tongue licking at the stiffened rosy peak.
“P-Please. Alpha” sobbed Lucaela as she felt his hard cock sliding against her folds.
“Hmm” growled Aemond as he wrapped his hand around his wife’s throat and sheathed himself inside her once more.
“God. Yes. Aemond” moaned Lucaela.
He began to thrust in and out of her in deep achingly slow thrusts.
“Your cunt is dripping, it's so beautiful” sighed Aemond.
Slowly thrusting back and forth. Over and over, withdrawing further each time, until his cock entirely withdrew from her warm wet entrance. He marvelled at her body. Such a beautiful, succulent thing his Omega was. Allowing him entry into the most sacred parts of her body.
Aemond began to fuck her in earnest, his fingers digging into the flesh of her throat, using her as leverage as he repeatedly plunged his cock into her cunny, over, thrilled to hear Lucaela’s moans of need echoing around their chambers.
His thrusts, brutal and unrelenting.
“Come for me, love” breathed Aemond.
Lucaela’s. screamed as her desperately needed peak exploded from her body, making every limb tremble as her body bucked around Aemond’s cock.
Gods, he needed to spill his seed, to see her swollen with his pup. But he wanted to watch her ride him to completion.
So, with his cock still nestled inside her, Aemond manoeuvred himself into a sitting position with Lucaela on his lap.
“Give me another-I want you to come on my cock again” growled Aemond.
Lucaela ripped open the cotton shirt he was wearing and ran her hands over the defined muscles of his chest, her nails digging into his pale skin.
“Oh” gasped Lucaela as she rolled her hips against Aemonds.
“That’s it baby, take it. Take all of me”.
Aemond placed his hands on Lucaela’s hips and marvelled at his Omega as she rode him.
Lucaela dug her nails into Aemond’s chest as she moved her hips against his, his cock hitting the sweet spot inside her perfectly.
“A-Aemond” moaned Lucaela as he moved his hand to her breasts and once again took one of her nipples into his mouth, his teeth gently grazing the rosy bud.
“Let go baby, I can feel you clenching around me” exclaimed Aemond, as he moved to the other breast and lavished it with the same attention as the other.
Lucaela’s thighs began to burn, as she felt her second peak approach.
“AEMOND” screamed Lucaela as she felt Aemond’s knot slip inside her.
“God. Lucy-my Lucy” groaned Aemond as he exploded. His cock throbbing and twitching as he finally spilled his seed inside her, collapsing against the chaise, breathing hard.
It took a good while for Aemond to regain his senses. Meanwhile his Omega had collapsed against him, her face pressed into his neck.
Kings Landing was a buzz with activity. The guests were arriving, the preparations had been made and it was finally here. The day Lucaela and Aemond would stand together in the great sept and get married.
Lucaela was so nervous that she decided to skip breakfast, as she wasn’t sure that she could actually stomach food.
After bathing, Lucaela’s maids began to help her get ready. Her dark hair was brushed and twisted into elegant braids and the Valyrian steel necklace that had once been gifted to her mother by Daemon was placed around her neck.
The cool metal resting against the mating bite that already marred her pale skin.
Her wedding dress had a fitted sleeveless bodice with a modest neckline. The skirts flaring out behind her like a cloud.
As soon as the gown had been buttoned and her maiden cloak tied, there was a soft knock at the door.
It was her mother.
“You look beautiful” gasped Rhaenyra as she looked her daughter up and down.
“Thank you” replied Lucaela smiling.
“I’ve come to escort you to the sept and Daemon will walk you down the aisle”.
“D-Do I look like a bride mother?” asked Lucaela.
“You look perfect my sweet girl-but tell me is this what you truly desire?”
“Yes mother-“ replied Lucaela.
“I do not agree with Daemon’s scheming-“ said Rhaenyra as she took her daughters hand.
“It was for a purpose mother-I was always meant to marry for allegiance”.
“I hate that you have done this for me-“ replied Rhaenyra.
“I do not. You are my mother and my future Queen, I would see myself from this world if it meant you were safe” said Lucaela firmly.
“My sweet girl what a precious gift you are-“ exclaimed Rhaenyra as she pressed a series of kisses to Lucaela’s face.
“Aemond isn’t all bad mama-he makes me feel desired” whispered Lucaela blushing.
“I can the marks of Aemond’s desire for you” quipped Rhaenyra.
“Mama” gasped Lucaela.
“Right, shall we get going. It’s almost time” said Rhaenyra brightly.
The sept was decorated beautifully, but it all paled in comparison to Aemond who was stood beside the High Septon.
He was elegantly dressed, his black tunic decorated with silver dragons and his Targaryen cloak tied loosely around his shoulders. His long hair tied back in its usual half up, half down style.
The horns signalled the beginning of the ceremony and begrudgingly Lucaela took Daemon’s arm.
“You look beautiful my daughter” muttered Daemon.
“Thank you, father,” replied Lucaela.
“Be mindful Lucy-Desperate men are dangerous” whispered Daemon as he nodded towards Otto and Larys Strong who were muttering to one another.
“I had assumed that the traitors would have been dealt with already”.
“In due time-I cannot wipe out half of the Kings council, we must be vigilant and strike when the cunts least expect it” said Daemon.
“Mother must be persuaded to remain in Kings Landing, returning to Dragonstone isn’t the solution” said Lucaela softly.
“I agree” uttered Daemon.
“Thank you for escorting the bride Prince Daemon. If you would be so kind as to wait for the Princess to remove her maiden cloak” said the Septon.
Lucaela undid the ties of her maiden cloak and handed it to Daemon who nodded respectfully to the Septon and took his seat next to Rhaenyra.
“You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection” said the Septon loudly.
Aemond removed the cloak bearing the colours of house Targaryen and draped it around Lucaela’ shoulders.
Aemond then took Lucaela’ hand and smiled as the Septon tied their hands together by a ribbon.
“In the sight of the seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one, for eternity. Now you may look upon one another and say these vows together” exclaimed the Septon.
“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am his and he is mine from this day until the end of my days” said Lucaela, her lip wobbling slightly.
“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am hers and she is mine from this day until the end of my days” declared Aemond loudly.
“The vows have been spoken. You may kiss your bride”.
Aemond hesitated for a moment before he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Lucaela’ lips.
“ñuhon” whispered Aemond as he pulled away (Mine).
The grand feast in the throne room of the Red Keep was a sight to behold, a dazzling display of opulence and extravagance befitting the union of two noble houses. The room was alive with music and laughter, the air filled with the tantalizing aroma of exotic dishes and fine wines.
Aemond and Lucaela sat side by side at the head table, their fingers intertwined as they shared stolen glances and whispered words of love. But despite the festivities that surrounded them, the Alpha inside Aemond was restless, his senses ablaze with the primal urge to claim his mate.
As the night wore on and the feast reached its crescendo, Aemond found himself increasingly unable to resist the pull of his desires. The mating bite on Lucaela's neck called to him like a siren's song, its intoxicating scent sending waves of arousal coursing through him.
Desperation clawed at Aemond's senses as he struggled to maintain his composure, the need to reclaim his Omega growing more urgent with each passing moment. But amidst the revelry of the celebration, he knew that they would need to wait until they were alone, until they could be together in the privacy of their chambers.
Suddenly Aemond’s senses sharpened, a strange scent tickling at the edges of his awareness. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but to Aemond, it was unmistakable.
Nosing Lucaela's mating mark, he inhaled deeply, his heart pounding with anticipation. And then he caught it—the faintest hint of milk, sweet and intoxicating, mingling with the scent of their bond.
With a surge of excitement, Aemond turned to Lucaela, his eyes shining with joy. "Lucy," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "You're carrying my pup."
Lucaela's eyes widened in disbelief, her hand instinctively moving to rest against her stomach. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice filled with wonder.
Aemond nodded eagerly, his heart soaring with pride. "I can scent it as your Alpha, the scent of milk is unmistakable," he explained, his voice filled with excitement.
Tears welled in Lucaela's eyes as she processed the news, a radiant smile spreading across her face. "Aemond," she breathed, her voice filled with love and gratitude. "I can't believe it”
The Alpha inside Aemond surged with a primal delight, a fierce sense of pride and joy coursing through him like wildfire. To pup his sweet Omega mate was a dream he had scarcely dared to imagine.
As he gazed upon Lucaela, his heart swelled with love and adoration, his Alpha instincts urging him to protect and cherish her and their unborn pup with every fibre of his being.
With gentle caresses and tender words, Aemond showered Lucaela with affection, his touch a promise of the unwavering devotion and support he would offer her as they embarked on this new journey together.
As Aemond and Lucaela reveled in the joy of their news, their moment of intimacy was suddenly interrupted by the boisterous arrival of Aegon. With a mischievous grin, Aegon sauntered over, his eyes dancing with amusement.
"Well, well, well," he declared with a playful smirk. "I think it's time you two lovebirds got a room, don't you?"
Aemond's scowl deepened at his brother's teasing, but before he could retort, Lucaela gently squeezed his hand, a knowing smile playing at her lips. With a soft chuckle, she rose to her feet, her gaze locked with his.
"Shall we, my love?" she whispered, her voice laced with laughter.
Aemond's heart swelled with affection as he returned her smile, his Alpha instincts urging him to protect and care for her above all else. With a nod, he rose to his feet, his hand entwined with Lucaela's as they made their way out of the crowded hall
-Months Later-
In the dim light of the birthing chamber, Lucaela's laboured breaths echoed against the stone walls, her grip on Aemond's hand tightening with each wave of pain.
Aemond stood by her side, his heart heavy with worry yet brimming with pride as he watched over her, offering words of comfort and encouragement with every contraction. "You're doing amazing, my love," he whispered, his voice a steady anchor amidst the storm of pain. "Just a little longer, and our pup will be in your arms."
With each passing moment, Lucaela's strength grew, her resolve unwavering as she pushed through the agony with unwavering determination. And then, finally, after what felt like an eternity, their pup emerged into the world, a tiny bundle of life cradled in Lucaela's arms.
Tears welled in Aemond's eye as he beheld his newborn pup, his heart overflowing with an indescribable sense of joy and wonder. "He's beautiful," he breathed, his voice trembling with emotion.
Lucaela smiled through her exhaustion as she gazed down at their son, her fingers gently caressing his soft, newborn skin. "Aeron," she whispered, her voice filled with love as she spoke his name for the first time.
As Aeron let out his first cries, a sense of awe washed over them, a profound realization settling in their hearts. For even in his first moments of life, he emitted a scent similar to that of his father—Aeron was destined to be an Alpha.
As Aemond cradled his newborn son in his arms for the first time, his heart swelled with a love so fierce and profound that it felt as though it might burst from his chest.
"My son," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "My precious Aeron. My boy"
Tears welled in Aemond's eye as he looked upon the small, features of his son, the exact mirror of his own, his fingers gently tracing the delicate curve of his cheek. In that moment, he vowed that Aeron would always know his attention, his kindness, and his love and devotion.
"You will grow up strong and brave," he murmured, his voice a soft promise. "I will teach you to be honourable and just, to stand up for what is right and to protect those you love."
With each word, Aemond felt a sense of purpose settle within him, a determination to be the father his son deserved. For Aeron was not just his son—he was his legacy, his hope for the future, a symbol of the love and bond that he shared with Lucaela.
As the joyous celebration of new life echoed throughout the halls of the Red Keep, a solemn hush fell over the chambers of King Viserys Targaryen.
Beside him stood his loyal attendants, their faces etched with sorrow as they watched over their beloved King in his final moments.
“With a final, gentle exhale, Viserys' hand went limp, his eyes closing.
"Aemma," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper as he reached out through the darkness, his thoughts drifting to the wife he had lost so many years ago.
"Queen Rhaenyra of House Targaryen," he intoned, his voice carrying the weight of centuries of tradition. "The First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm."
With a graceful movement, the High Septon lowered the golden crown onto Rhaenyra's brow, the weight of it settling like a mantle of authority upon her shoulders. And as the crown gleamed in the dim light of the sept, Rhaenyra felt a sense of pride and purpose swell within her heart.
"And her Consort King, Daemon of House Targaryen," he declared, his words ringing out with solemnity. "May their union be blessed by the Seven, and may they rule with wisdom and justice for all the days of their reign."
A ripple of applause swept through the crowd as Rhaenyra and Daemon exchanged a knowing glance, their hands clasped together in a silent vow of unity.
In the quiet chambers of their quarters, Aemond stood watch over his mate as she recovered from giving brith. Beside them lay their newborn son, Aeron, his tiny form cradled in the warmth of his mother's embrace.
Despite the grandeur of the occasion unfolding within the walls of the Red Keep, Aemond had made a solemn vow to remain by Lucaela's side, his protective instincts as an Alpha driving him to ensure her safety and that of their pup.
And so, as the sound of cheering crowds echoed through the castle walls, Aemond and Lucaela remained cocooned in the quiet sanctuary of their chambers, though they may have missed the pomp and pageantry of Rhaenyra's coronation, Aemond knew in his heart that their absence was a small price to pay for the precious moments they shared as a family.
But as Aemond gazed out of the window, his thoughts were consumed by the weight of uncertainty that hung heavy upon his shoulders. With Rhaenyra now crowned as Queen, the future seemed more uncertain than ever before.
Would their lives be in jeopardy under her rule, or would Lucaela's assurances of her mother's intentions hold true?
The memory of his grandfather's warnings echoed in his mind, a haunting reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. Otto Hightower's schemes had been thwarted, but the threat to their family still lingered, a dark spectre looming on the horizon.
Lucaela stirred from her slumber, her presence a comforting balm amidst the storm of his thoughts. As he turned to look at her, her eyes fluttered open, and she reached out to take his hand in hers, her touch a silent reassurance of their bond.
"Are you alright, my love?"
Aemond forced a smile, though the worry still gnawed at his heart. "I'm fine," he replied, his voice strained. "Just-thinking."
Lucaela's brow furrowed with worry as she squeezed his hand gently. "Whatever happens, we will face it together," she said, her voice filled with determination.
As Daemon sat next to his wife, his sharp eyes trained on the trio of men engaged in hushed conversation across the room. Otto Hightower, Larys Strong, Jasper Wylde, and Tyland Lannister—men whose ambitions and treachery simmered beneath the surface, threatening to undermine the fragile peace of the realm.
As Daemon's gaze met theirs, they offered him a hesitant smile, a silent acknowledgment of their unease of what the future would bring. But Daemon remained stoic, his expression unreadable as he raised his goblet of wine in a silent toast.
The time had come to confront the traitors who sought to plot against his wife, Queen Rhaenyra. With a sense of purpose coursing through his veins, Daemon wrapped his hand around the pommel of his sword, the weight of it a comforting presence at his side.
The blood of the treasonous cunts would serve as a warning to all who dared to oppose Rhaenyra's rule. With steely resolve, Daemon vowed to root out the rot that festered within their midst, to ensure that justice was served, and the realm remained united under his wife's rightful reign.
As he took another sip of wine, the taste of it bitter upon his tongue, Daemon knew that the road ahead would be fraught with peril. But with his sword in hand and his wife's reign to defend, he would stop at nothing to protect what was rightfully hers.
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The Decision
Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader, minor Harwin Strong x Velaryon!Reader, Rhaenyra Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader
Again another AU with the reader of The Sea Dragon, The Clubfoot and The Green Queen (you don't need to read it to understand this one shot because this story starts LONG BEFORE the canon of that universe).
Summary: When King Viserys announces that he plans to marry you, you make a decision to avoid becoming the king's wife.
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TW: This is NSFW (if you don't like it you can read only the Rhaenyra and Harwin parts)
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Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes. Also this is my first smut so sorry if it's weird to read.
You felt your heart hammering as you waited for the king to make his announcement. Your stomach wouldn't stop spinning and you have no idea how you still hadn't vomited up what you had for breakfast.
With every passing second you have to keep yourself from running out of the council chambers. You couldn't stop looking at your father, a part of you wanted to take his hand and ask him to get you out of here but you didn't trust him anymore. You were in this situation because of him. You always knew that your father is a proud and ambitious man but you never thought that his ambition would be greater than his love for you. If your father really loved you he wouldn't have sent you to the king's chambers. He wouldn't have made you start wearing dresses that showed more skin for your visits with him. Gods, you wanted to hit your father so badly, you wanted to wipe the smile off his face because both he and you knew what Viserys was going to announce. Everyone knew it, you noticed that Otto Hightower was trying to hide his annoyance from everyone, the only one who seemed unaware of the tension in the room was Rhaenyra.
“I have decided to take a new wife,” the king began and you noticed how he and Rhaenyra exchanged a look. You were surprised to see your cousin nod as if she was permitting him to move on. Did Rhaenyra know? Did she approve of this? “I intend to get married,” he continued, this time looking at you and your father. You forced a smile as you dug your nails into your palms, feeling helpless for being in this situation “with Lady Y/N Velaryon before spring.”
Your eyes met Rhaenyra's purple ones. There was none of the love or fun you usually saw. Now she was looking at you with a mixture of pain and fury. The pain in your stomach got worse. Nyra had never looked at you like that. This shouldn't be happening.
It was obvious that she didn't know that her father was planning to marry you. You wanted to scream, you wanted to hug her and tell her that this wasn't what you wanted, that you weren't trying to steal her mother's place, that you would never do anything to hurt her.
"Rhaenyra" the king called her but the princess left the chambers anyway. You couldn't take this anymore so you went after her, ignoring your father's calls.
You followed the princess. You could feel the fabric of your dress sticking together due to perspiration, you didn't know if it was because of your nerves or because you were practically almost running after Rhaenyra. It was uncomfortable but right now you didn't care. You needed to clear things up with her. You couldn't stand that she hated you.
"Nyra" you called when she finally stopped. You two were in the gardens, in front of the heart tree. Where more than once you had Rhaenyra lay with her head in your lap while you sang her any song she wanted. Where you two used to stay out in the sun complaining about the septa's lessons while you combed her hair. This tree has so many good memories and now you fear there will be no more.
"How could you?!" she yelled at you furiously. She couldn't believe how you had been by her side, comforting her, accompanying her in her grief, remembering the stories the both shared with her mother so that later you went behind her back to conquer her father. When her father told her that he needed to take another wife she thought it would be Laena Velaryon. Not from you. Never from you. You were supposed to be hers.
"Please, Nyra, don't hate me" you begged and grabbed her hands desperately, pulling her closer to you "I swear I didn't want this but my father" you shook your head and forced yourself to continue talking trying to ignore the knot in your throat "I'll find a way to fix this, I promise" you kissed her hands.
The princess studied you for a few minutes. She needed to check that you weren't faking this just to avoid her anger. Your eyes seemed to be glazed over from the tears you were holding back and your hands clung to her desperately.
“I believe you,” she finally said and you sighed in relief.
"Thank you", you said with a shaking voice
This time it was Rhaenyra who kissed your hands and rested her forehead against yours. You closed your eyes feeling at peace for a moment knowing that she didn't hate you.
"I won't marry your father, Nyra. I promise."
If it weren't for the fact that she was now the heir to the throne, Rhaenyra would have told you that you would run away with her, that the two of you would go together on your dragons and travel the world together, and that you didn't need a husband, that if you wanted her, she would take you as a wife. But now she had obligations, she couldn't abandon everything for you even if her heart screamed for her to do so.
After clearing things up with Rhaenyra you went to your chambers. Of course, your father was waiting for you, he scolded you for your abrupt departure but he left you alone once you told him that you had managed to calm the princess's annoyance. Being alone you decided to put your plan into action, first you took a bath with the purpose of relaxing and getting rid of any trace of nerves you had before, then you put on one of your simplest dresses and placed a hooded cape on top to hide your hair. You were leaving the castle and you didn't need anyone to follow you.
You successfully slipped away and headed out into the streets in search of Harwin. You knew that today he had to stand guard on the streets of Flea Bottom. A girl in your position shouldn't be here but you didn't care. You needed to talk to him as soon as possible.
“Harwin” you called him when you finally found him.
“Lady Velaryon, you should not be here,” said the guard, gently hugging you by the shoulders and taking you to a corner further away from the people.
It felt bad to hear him call you in such a formal way when for weeks he had been calling you by your name or “sunshine”, the nickname he had given you. You remember like it was yesterday when you kissed him for the first time after he explained to you that the reason he called you that was because you brightened his days every time he saw you.
This sudden formality was like a slap in the face and he confirmed what you already feared.
“You know,” you declared sadly.
“My father told me,” he admitted, releasing you. You weren't surprised since Lyonel is on the council and had been present at this morning's meeting. You suspected that Harwin's father thought it would be best for him to find out from him rather than from someone else since you were sure that Lord Strong and your parents knew about the meetings between you and Harwin. You thought it was no secret that he was courting you, but apparently, not everyone knew because otherwise, Viserys would not have chosen you as his wife. Or maybe he knew but didn't care.
“This doesn't have to change what's between us,” you said as you stood on tiptoe to have his face closer to yours. “I don't want to marry the king. I want you” you whispered against his lips but without touching them. Harwin had to control himself from closing the small distance between you and kissing you. “Make me your wife,” you asked before capturing his lips with yours.
You froze when Harwin walked away from you.
“I can't,” he whispered and closed his eyes to avoid seeing the disappointment on your face.
“I thought you loved me” In your voice there was more anger than sadness but your body language was different, you found yourself hugging yourself trying to comfort yourself. You were disappointed.
“I do,” he stated firmly, opening his eyes so you could see that he spoke sincerely. “I love you. If it were any other man he would fight for you but…”
His silence told you everything. He loved you but it's not enough to face the king.
“You're a coward,” you spat and left the way you came.
You didn't really think Harwin was a coward but you were hurt by his rejection. You felt stupid to believe that whatever Harwin felt for you would be bigger than any coherent thought but you can't blame him after all any intelligent person would be afraid to go against the king's wishes and steal his fiancée…
But all was not lost, you knew someone well who was not afraid of Viserys and could help you. It was a desperate move and your parents would think you were an idiot for this but you refuse to be the king's wife. You had seen how as the years went by and with each pregnancy, Queen Aemma deteriorated. You didn't want the same thing.
You wrote to Daemon. You told him that the king wanted to marry you but that you were seeking to avoid this marriage and that you needed his help. You waited anxiously for his response while you had to feign excitement every time someone talked about your wedding preparations. Luckily it didn't take that long for a crow to arrive with the rogue prince's answer. There were no reassuring words in his letter, the only thing the scroll said was "Come to Dragonstone."
And that's what you did. Nobody suspected when the next day you went on the back of your dragon since everyone knew that there was not a day in which you did not disappear for a couple of hours to go flying with Nightwing.
"My prince, Lady Y/N Velaryon!" The guard announced your arrival before letting you enter the chambers where the prince was staying.
Daemon, who had seen you approach with Nightwing from the window, had his back turned but turned to look at you. He hasn't seen you in months. Your hair was longer and you seemed to have changed the way you dressed. The blue dress you were wearing seemed to have more cleavage, it wasn't anything scandalous enough for the court to talk about but it did draw attention.
"It's good to see you, Y/n" Daemon stated making you smile. You were sure that this was the first sincere smile you had given in days.
You waited for the guard to leave. Once you heard the sound of the door closing, you began to walk towards the prince without haste, trying to show as much confidence as possible. Normally you wouldn't be nervous around Daemon but you hadn't seen him in months and he was the only person who could help you. You didn't want to ruin this.
*I'm wondering the same. These months without you were boring "You weren't lying or trying to sugarcoat it to achieve your goal, it was simply the truth. Every time he leaves court you wish for his return.
"You still didn't come after me" Daemon held back his smile when he saw the surprise in your eyes.
He liked seeing that look in your eyes. Every time he brings you something new from his travels, every time he teaches you a new move in the training yard, every time he asks you for his favor in tournaments. How he had missed seeing her. He wouldn't tell you but he had missed you these past few months. So imagine his fury when after so long the first news he receives from you is that his brother plans to marry you. You are too much of a woman for Viserys. Her brother wouldn't know what to do with you. You would spend the rest of your life bored. Daemon couldn't allow it.
"I didn't know you wanted that," you said, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"I invited you to go with me on my next trip, didn't I?"
Before Queen Aemma's death, when you helped Daemon put on his armor for the tournament you complained about the lengthening of his travels. The prince's response was to invite you to go with him next time. You were so excited to accompany him on his trips that you didn't wait for the tournament to end to ask your parents for permission. But then Aemma died and you didn't dare leave Rhaenyra.
You laughed. “That wasn't a trip, Daemon. Viserys exiled you.”
"And now he will exile you" he mocked, making you irritated but you quickly forgot about your irritation when Daemon placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him, leaving your bodies pressed together. You should be uncomfortable with this but you're not. "You understand? Right? You know what you were asking for when you asked me for help?" He asked, studying your reaction. He needed to see that you really understood what you were about to do. This was your time to repent. But he didn't find uncertainty in your eyes if not desire, you looked at him with pure desire.
"I know," you responded, trying to ignore the flutter of emotion you felt at the intensity of the prince's gaze. You should be against doing this after all your reputation would be ruined but deep down you always wanted to have even a little bit of Daemon.
In reality, there was always a tension between the two of you. More than once you two ended your fights in the yard more irritated than you were before you started because after so much friction, touching, and sweat you both wanted to do something else that you couldn't. You didn't want to be the other woman and Daemon for once wanted to make things right with you. He hoped that one day Viserys would annul his marriage to Rhea Royce to take you as his wife. That day never came but that didn't matter anymore.
"You will take me as your second wife" While you spoke your eyes couldn't help but stop a couple of times on his lips.
Daemon tilted his head a little and gently brushed aside a strand of hair to whisper in your ear "I'll do it. If you want that" you shivered as you suddenly felt his breath on your neck. It doesn't take long for you to feel his warm lips against your skin. You unconsciously stretched your neck, leaving him free to continue spreading more kisses. With each kiss, you felt your body warmer. You can't help but wonder how his lips will feel just as good on another part of your body. “People will talk about us,” he warned, snapping you out of your fantasy.
You knew what Daemon was referring to, not only would it be a scandal if the king's fiancée married another but also if that other is Daemon Targaryen, the king's brother, and an already married man. People who don't understand his family's customs won't think your marriage is legitimate, and if you were to have children with him people would probably think of them as bastards. Also, the court could compare your marriage to one of Maegor Targaryen's many marriages. The kingdom would talk a lot about you two, even your family's name and respect could be damaged by this. Your father might never want to speak to you again in your life and your mother would be disappointed in you. You had thought about all this at night before receiving the prince's response. And yet you were determined to go ahead with this.
“Are you worried that the court will call you Second Maegor? Because I'm sorry to inform you but they already call you that” you said, managing to make Daemon laugh a little. You smiled when you heard him but your smile was soon replaced by a gasp as you felt his teeth biting into your neck.
“A wife shouldn't make fun of her husband,” he said making you roll your eyes, knowing that he wasn't serious and just wanted to mess with you. “If you marry me, this will not be just a marriage in name.”
You weren't an idiot. It wasn't enough for you to just marry Daemon. Viserys might still want to annul the marriage if he saw that you were a virgin but if it was known that Daemon had already had you then the council would tell the king that he should take another wife.
You walked away from him. “Are you afraid of taking me as your wife? You keep walking around instead of ordering them to start preparing everything for the ceremony. “The prince could see the challenge in his eyes and he loved it.” I'm not a little girl, Daemon. "I know what I'm getting into by marrying you."
And those words were enough for Daemon to finally join his lips with yours. There was nothing soft about his kiss, not like Harwin's. This kiss was hungry, you felt like he was devouring your mouth but you weren't far behind either, taking him by the neck, pulling him closer to you. It seemed as if neither of you two could get enough of the other. Finally giving free rein to the desire the both felt for a long time. You felt his hands trying to untie the back of your dress so you walked away from him with heavy breathing.
“Ah, ah, ah,” you hummed, now placing your hands on his chest, hoping to keep a little more distance. “You can't have me until we're married,” you declared, looking at him mischievously.
“You're so fucking annoying” Daemon complained and tried to kiss you again but you pulled your face away with a teasing smile. "Good. But then you won't leave the room until I'm done with you,” he warned you and he gave you a little squeeze on your waist before leaving, determined to prepare everything in the shortest possible time.
Daemon thinks he'll never get tired of this. See how you move on his cock, how focused you look with every jump you take in search of your pleasure, how you open your mouth and let those sinful sounds escape when you finally find your sweet spot, and above all the feeling of your cunt squeezing his cock.
Hearing Daemon's groan overwhelms you. It overwhelms you because, for the first time, you realize that you have power over him. It's too much to hear him say your name like you're a god while you're riding him. See how hungry he is for you, how he can't seem to get enough of you, how he can't go a minute without his mouth on you, without biting or sucking on your neck, without having his hands touching you. By now your body was covered in hickeys, marks, and bruises leaving the trace of your crime on display. You're sure that tomorrow when the maids came to help you dress they would be horrified to see the mark of Daemon's palms on your thighs after he held you for what seemed like hours while he devoured your cunt over and over again.
Your husband noticed that you were starting to get tired but you still didn't want to stop, not when you were already so close to cumming again but you were too proud to ask him for help.
“Let me take care of it,” he said, stopping to suck on one of your nipples.
He knows how stubborn you are so he didn't even give you a chance to refuse when he lifted you off his cock. You groan against his neck as he pushes you down onto his cock again. He begins to move you up and down as if you weighed nothing.
"Faster" you demanded with heavy breathing, feeling dissatisfied with the pace of his movements.
Daemon doesn't hesitate to follow your orders and makes you bounce faster. His grunts and moans do nothing but send heat to your core. You feel your legs tremble at the speed and depth of his thrusts. You want to have your share and leave your marks on your husband too but you can't focus as much time on biting or sucking on his neck when he's fucking you so good. You sob when you finally feel the knot in your stomach release and you cum on his cock.
Suddenly one of his hands leaves your waist and pulls your hair, stealing a gasp from you, making you stop hiding your face in his neck and thus trap your mouth again in a messy kiss.
"You take me so well," Daemon gasped against your lips, feeling your warm cunt not stop squeezing his cock.
The sound of skin slapping only increases the temperature of the room. Like the groans and gasps. Neither Daemon nor you were trying to be quiet, it was more like you were both competing to see who could make the other louder. You should be embarrassed and try to be quieter, that's what a good lady would do but you couldn't care less what people thought, not when you felt so good. And while you felt how Daemon filled your cunt with his seed a petty part of you couldn't help but think that you were hoping that this would reach Viserys' ears, that one of the servants would write to the king to inform him of the spectacle you and Daemon were putting on so that Viserys wouldn't want to have anything more to do with you.
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Shared future, prequel – Daemon Targaryen x fem!niece!reader
Summary: When your father told you that you were to wed your uncle, Daemon Targaryen, you didn't realise at first what wonderful moments it would bring you.
Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem!niece!reader
Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW; Fluff; Fingering
Author’s note: English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:
This is the prequel to my Smuff story "Shared Future"
Word count: 4.6 k
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Daemon looks up when he hears his brother's words.
He can't believe it – what he has longed for so long is about to come true?
"You want me to wed her?" he asks in disbelief.
Visery's eyes are fixed on him. Although Viserys has just announced it, Daemon gets the feeling that perhaps he didn't mean it. But then Viserys nods briefly.
"You yourself told me to find her a betrothed. That it is time to restore House Targaryen to its former strength," Viserys adds.
Daemon processes the words, but hesitates.
"You know I always desired her?" Daemon says. He doesn't know why he says it. Perhaps to annoy Viserys, or perhaps to make it clear that he really desires you.
But Viserys nods again.
"I know..." he says, "It was also the reason why I wanted to prevent you from wedding her in the first place."
Viserys just keeps talking while Daemon raises his eyebrows slightly.
"But I realised that's exactly why you would treat her best"
Daemon is silent for some time, just looking at his brother.
"You would take care of her and wouldn't let anything happen to her"
And now it's Daemon who simply nods.
Daemon leaves the council chamber – he can't believe it. Ever since you had grown into a young woman, you had attracted his attention in a different way. Rhaenyra and you are the princesses of the realm. Young and beautiful, you epitomise what House Targaryen should bring to the realm. And yet you could not be more different. Rhaenyra, wild and bold, and you, gentle and loving.
Daemon finds himself in his chambers, lost in the idea of finally calling you his.
He drinks far too much wine and his thoughts, like his eyesight, begin to blur, but he is sure of one thing.
He must see you and talk to you about it. On the way to your chambers, he realises that his blood is beginning to boil at the thought that you were sitting innocently in your chambers, probably just in your nightgown.
He could just take you now. You'd fight back, he knows that. But... he wouldn't. Not yet. With each step, he grows calmer, reassuring himself with the thought that he won't have to wait much longer before you're his. Once he married you, he could claim you as his own and you would be pleased with that.
You sit on your bed and oil your skin. Your skin is still a little damp from the bath as the gentle scent of lavender envelops you while your hands glide over your legs. A soft sigh escapes you as you think about that your father announced today that you are to wed your uncle. But before you can think about it any further, you hear a knock. You look up, "Who is it?" you ask.
Daemon waits outside your door and listens to your soft voice. He can already imagine how he could elicit soft tones from you.
When he speaks, his voice is hoarse and heavy with alcohol.
"Me," he says simply.
He is taking a risk, but he knows what the answer will be.
"Uncle Daemon?" you ask, somewhat incredulously.
You pause briefly in your movements, unable to remember the last time he visited you in your chambers. Whether he ever visited you in your chambers at all.
"Don't you want to come in?" you ask before you can really think about it. Your hands push your nightgown down almost simultaneously.
Daemon grins slightly, his mouth slightly dry. The wine is working on him, putting his mind in a more daring state. He feels the effects of the heat with which his thoughts fill him.
He enters the chambers and closes the door behind him. There is only one thought in his head: to claim you. To take you. If only his brother knew he was entering your chambers at night.
You look at him with your big purple eyes as he enters.
"Are you drunk, Uncle?" you ask with a slight smile as you realise he's having trouble walking straight.
You take more oil and apply it to your calves
Daemon steps closer to you and is now standing right next to your bed. He looks down at you.
"I'm not that drunk, niece," he says quietly, and the alcohol makes him seem much bolder than he otherwise would have been. He looks at you for a moment and then frowns.
"What are you doing with the oil?" He was still watching your movements, imagining what it would look like if he did it for you, how his rough hands would glide over your soft skin... until your voice brought him back to reality.
"Well... Since father just announced that we're getting to be married, you should know," you say, and Daemon looks even more confused. Your eyes are fixed on him as you continue to oil your calves.
"I just took a bath and I oil my skin after every bath, Uncle," you say to him.
Daemon can hear the tone in your voice when you call him uncle, but he's not fazed. You would soon no longer be his niece, but his wife. His next words make his intention clear.
"Well, when you're my wife, you should let me oil your skin..." you hear his slightly slurred words.
He holds out both hands as if to take the oil from you and do it for you.
But you just laugh slightly and take the bottle of oil yourself.
"Well... I'm not your wife yet," you say, but before you can say anything else, you see Daemon stumble slightly again.
"Maybe you should lie down, Uncle?" you ask worriedly.
But Daemon doesn't want to lie down. He has to claim you, his niece. He wanted to take you right away. As he speaks, his speech becomes slurred and he stumbles slightly again, holding on to the bed.
"I'm not that drunk, niece. I won't fall over... don't worry," he mumbles.
But Daemon's mind is somewhere else, he wants to do this, to feel your skin with his hands. He comes closer and tries to snatch the bottle of oil from you again. There's nothing he wants more than to oil your skin.
As you see Daemon move to take the oil bottle from your hand, you realise he's toppling to one side. "Uncle!" you gasp and immediately get up to stop him from falling.
"Let me help you," you say and lightly grab his arm. A low grumble comes from Daemon, but he lets you lead him to the bed.
He sits down, looking almost cute, so drunk.
"Why did you drink so much?" you finally ask, curiosity getting the better of you.
Daemon lets himself fall back onto the bed and looks up at you, eyes slightly closed. He can't help but be drawn to your sweet and loving nature. But still, it's too sweet for his thoughts right now.
He has a feeling he'll regret this tomorrow, but he needs you so much. He looks into your eyes, his words are quiet and it's hard for him to say some of them.
"I want you, niece."
He just said it. No hesitation. No trying to convince you with honeyed words or sweet talk. Just the cold, hard truth. He wants you.
You smile, but you lean slightly towards him. Your hand glides to his cheek, caressing it gently.
"I know... The whispers in the corridors have always made it clear," you say softly. As Daemon internalises your words, his eyes grow wide. You know it?
You just smile and walk around the bed to sit next to him on the bed.
"Is that why you've been drinking?" you ask as you drop onto the bed.
He closes his eyes briefly and nods his head. His voice is still soft.
"I've been drinking because I want to be brave enough to say what I feel"
At the moment, he is finding it difficult to keep his tone calm and not choke on his words.
"I want you." he repeats his words.
He is almost embarrassed to ask this question because he fears how much you would hate him for it, but he has to do it anyway. He opens his eyes with great force and looks at you - "Do you want me as well?"
As these words echo in your room, your breath catches for a moment. You don't know if you want him. What does that even mean... But you smile slightly. Your brave and feared Uncle Daemon seems so vulnerable.
"Well... father told me today that I have to wed you, so I guess that means I want you...?" you ask quietly, a little unsure.
Daemon can feel his heart pounding in his chest. His words slur slightly, and he couldn't help but smile at you. Things were going better than he had imagined, and he hoped he hadn't misunderstood the situation.
"What I mean is... do you want me as your husband?"
He wants to know the truth, even if it means you'd reject him.
You think for a moment.
"Well..." you finally say.
"I was always afraid of getting married," you say quietly, "I thought my father would marry me off to an old, fat lord..."
And then you look at him, "But you're neither old nor fat," you say a little cheekily and a smile graces your lips, "So, yes.."
Daemon's smile widens when he hears your cheeky words. Those words were music to his ears. They meant that he would hold you in his arms, that you would soon have his child, that the blood would remain pure. He feels a sense of triumph, the thought that he could have you made his pulse beat faster.
"Then you would wed me..." he says, still smiling. They are such simple words, but they make him feel so much pleasure. As he speaks, his hand moves to your waist and he pulls your body closer to him.
You gasp slightly, but a laugh escapes you as he pulls you closer to him.
"Yes... I wouldn't have a say in it anyway, but yes, I'll be your wife," you say.
You hesitate for a moment and look at him.
"But what do you think of that?" you ask quietly, "I mean... I am younger than you?"
Daemon puts his other hand around the back of your neck and pulls you even closer to him. He likes that you're so much younger than him, so naive in that sense. It means he can transfer his desires to you more easily. His grip on your neck tightened a little and he speaks softly, but he doesn't take his eyes off you.
"Age doesn't matter in these things," he murmurs softly.
His hand runs up and down your body and he feels how soft you are against his hand.
You giggle slightly, his fingers lightly tickling your skin.
"But you've always said that your young nephews and nieces are just little brats..." you say, "They're not much younger than me..."
Daemon smiles slightly, your words making him laugh. You were a smart girl, despite your innocence. He can imagine you could be a bit of trouble, but that wasn't a bad thing. You're funny.
His hand still glides along your body.
"There's a difference between children and you... You're a woman now. An attractive woman..." he whispers, but his words are still slightly slurred.
He becomes bolder in his touch and pulls you even closer to him so that your body almost presses against his.
You smile and blush slightly. His hands feel good on your body, but you're nervous – no one has ever touched you like this before.
"Uncle...?" you whisper.
Daemon smiles even more, he can literally sense that you're a little nervous. That would make you even more submissive. He notices how you blush, and that makes him want you even more.
He speaks softly, in his deep voice.
"Tell me... What does my niece want?"
In response to his question, he lets his hands glide even deeper over your body.
You hesitate for a moment. You feel a warmth inside you as his fingers continue to glide over your body.
"I... I'm still a maiden..." you whisper, "I've never kissed anyone before..."
And you gasp slightly as his hand suddenly grabs your bum. Your eyes meet and you become even more nervous.
"Can we wait until we are wed?" you suddenly whisper. Your nervousness gets the better of you and you're not sure where lying in bed with your uncle like this will lead, but you're sure you shouldn't do it until you're husband and wife.
Daemon is still smiling, your soft bum in his hand. Your words are exactly what he was hoping for. A maiden! His lips twist into a mischievous smile as you speak, his tone brimming with lust, "My niece is a maiden?"
His hand squeezes your bum even tighter as he speaks, but as you look into his eyes, he is caught by your purple eyes and his face softens.
"You want me to wait until you're my wife?"
He asks quietly, but surprised, the delicate scent of wine on his breath. How could he wait when you are pure temptation? But you just nod slightly.
"Yes... I mean... Everyone says it's nothing special and that women wouldn't enjoy it anyway..." you whisper.
"But I want it to be special... and when we're wed..." you whisper.
Daemon is surprised at how pure you are, almost shocked. He hadn't expected you, a princess, to have no experience at all. Your innocence was like gold to him.
"If that's what you want, niece…" he finally speaks in a slow voice that is both gentle and demanding. Then his hand slowly slides down from your bum to your thigh. It sounded like you had set your terms, but they were acceptable to him, a fair compromise.
With any other maiden, he would have pushed the desire to the extreme until he got what he wanted. But you're not just any girl, you're his beloved niece. He doesn't want it to be all about him – he wants you to enjoy it too.
You nod and smile slightly, "Yes..." you whisper.
His fingers glide over your body again and you can't take your eyes off him. His eyes follow his fingers as they glide gently over the fabric of your nightgown. But his dreamy eyes are distracted when your voice rings out.
"But... do you think it would be wrong to try..." you say softly, hesitating as you blush, "...I mean... I've never kissed anyone before"
You sound as innocent as a young woman can be, and that arouses him so much.
"It would be wrong to try..." he whispers, and for a moment you feel bad for asking such a thing, until he speaks his next words, "...Because then I'd want more"
You gasp slightly as he speaks softly. His tone is almost pleading, filled with desire that grows by the second. He tries to hold back as best he can.
"But just kiss me, I won't push you for more..." he murmurs suddenly, leaning closer to you and again, you gasp slightly, but nod as he leans closer to you.
Your teeth lightly clamp around your lip as his hand slides to your neck and gently grips it. Daemon holds your neck ever so gently, running his thumb lightly over your cheek. He comes even closer, his thumb now gently caressing your lip. His breath was soft and even on your mouth now.
His voice is filled with all the desire a man could feel.
"Come on... Kiss me, niece. Just one peck...," he murmurs softly.
You exhale heavily, but then you lean forward. Your lips meet and you breathe heavily.
You could be bursting with nervousness, your heart trying to burst out of your chest. But after a short time, you slowly calm down – the calm that radiates from Daemon takes you over completely.
His thumb is still gently caressing your cheek and your lips just touch. His lips are soft, and you never thought lips could be so soft.
But then Daemon moves his lips slightly. Slight nervousness flares up in you again, but you just try to follow his movements. Until his tongue suddenly touches your lips and you gasp slightly.
The way you kiss is so sweet and innocent, yet with a hint of arousal. It made Daemon's breath catch in his throat. At first he just wanted to tease you and indulge in the sweet caresses of his young niece.
He had tried to be patient and let you take the lead. But as his tongue touches your lips, the wine in his body takes over and he feels you gasp as he continues. His hand slides from the back of your neck to the back of your head, into your hair – and begins to guide you as he slowly slides his tongue into your mouth.
You are overwhelmed as his tongue slides into your mouth.
Your tongues touch and the feeling is indescribable. Such soft yet firm movements. So warm and yet somehow moist. You whimper slightly as his tongue moves further and his hand grips your hair tighter.
His other hand now moves slightly downwards, travelling to your thigh. He tries to give you the same pleasure you give him and starts to move his finger up your thigh.
You pull your head back, your breathing heavy as his fingers caress the inside of your thighs.
His eyelids are half closed as you search for his gaze. A warmth you can't describe spreads through you as his fingers continue to caress you – a questioning expression on your face.
Daemon enjoys it, every little thing you do is so satisfying and pleasurable in so many ways. Your innocence and submissiveness are so pleasing to him. His fingers slowly work their way up the insides of your thighs, getting closer to your womanhood with every caress. He watches your face the whole time. Your lips slightly parted and your eyes staring at him, you look slightly nervous. You don't know what to expect from this, and he liked that. He wanted you to learn.
A gasp echoes through your chambers as his fingers suddenly reach their destination, pressing gently against your womanhood. You grab his biceps, breathing heavily.
You've never felt anything like this before.
Daemon savours the sound of your gasp, almost as much as your hand gripping him. Your body tenses as he moves his fingers slightly and continues his caress. His words are almost like a sweet whisper in your ear, "There's still so much to learn, niece. I look forward to teaching you," he smiles with pure desire on his face.
And it grows with every movement he makes, with every little reaction from you. He's more daring now, his fingers move faster and suddenly you moan quietly. You look at him, slightly startled by the sound that leaves you. But the shock doesn't last long as his aimed movements make you moan again. Your fingers dig into the muscles of his arm.
"Is... is this okay? What we're doing here..." you whimper and a chuckle escapes Daemon.
A mischievous grin crosses his face. Your reaction is exactly what he had hoped for. You felt joy where you had only expected pain. Your eyes are still wide with excitement and maybe even a little fear. You're a little naive, but in such an endearing way.
"Yes. That's all right and natural..." he says in a voice of pure desire, his voice now just a murmur. He breathes faster, he wants more, but he wants to take his time.
The feeling becomes more and more overwhelming and you don't know where to put your hands so that they end up resting on his chest. You moan again as his fingers move faster. He likes making you feel like this and he likes seeing and experiencing your reactions. He sees your toes wiggle and your mouth open slightly. He enjoys it so much that he almost loses control of himself...
The part of his brain that's trying to stay in control tells him to tease you, to make you beg for it, to make you scream. But somehow he resists. This moment is too precious for him.
But suddenly his finger slides into you and you whimper. You look at him, you're breathing heavily and then he leans forward again and kisses you. He growls slightly and you whimper in response. He savours every sound you make as you experience all this for the first time. You are so beautiful, so gentle and innocent, and this is his reward for waiting to split you open with his cock.
But still, his finger slides in and out of you slowly, taking his time, trying to make this a slow but perfect experience for you. He can feel your wet walls tightening around his finger, your tightness adjusting to his finger, he growls softly.
Everything about it turns him on, not just your body, but the sweet sounds you make, and he takes each one in and would never forget it.
His finger moves slowly and rhythmically, creating more sounds from you, his finger soaked by now.
"Uncle..." you whimper softly and he kisses you again. Your hands on his chest grab his shirt and your whimpering continues. Your hand slides to his neck, pulling him closer to you – it feels so good for you. You just want to feel something like this with him... you need more.
Daemon just grins as he feels you pull him closer to you and your thighs spread slightly, making it easier for him to thrust his finger into you. Your moans and whimpers arouse him immensely, and that makes him even more eager to please you.
His finger moves faster, thrusting deeper into you. With the same eagerness, he let his tongue wander into your mouth as he pulled his finger out of you, only to push it back in. He growls again and pushes you back onto the bed and with one movement, he pushed himself between your legs, kneeling gently between them.
A gasp escapes you between your moans. Your eyes are fixed on him as he moves between your legs. His heavy breathing echoes through your chambers as he kneels between you and pushes his finger inside you again. But this time he adds another finger.
You cry out slightly as you feel the pressure. You whimper and reach for his arm. Daemon notices your slight discomfort immediately and bends down slightly. His lips slide onto yours and you whimper into his mouth as he growls slightly. His fingers slowly but purposefully find their way inside you and slowly the slight pain becomes pleasure. Daemon fels your walls clench around his fingers, your inner muscles spasm as he begins to move his fingers faster.
Daemon breaks away from the kiss and watches your face closely. He senses how sensitive you are. But the sounds that escape you as he guides his fingers inside you are like warm music to his ears. He wanted to hear you make those sounds again and again.
He moves his fingers further, daring to go deeper and find the perfect rhythm. Daemon smiles, he's enjoying this so much. Your breathing quickens and your grip on his arms tightened as he teases you. Daemon leans forward again and thrusts his finger harder into you. Your purple eyes meet and he sees pure desire in your gaze, with a hint of shame.
You can't suppress your uncontrollable moans as his fingers thrust faster. His other hand held your thigh, but then slid to your warm core. Light pressure on your sensitive bundle of nerves follows and makes you cry out again as his fingers continue to penetrate you.
Your thighs begin to tremble slightly and a pressure builds up in your abdomen. You don't know what's happening to you, but you trust Daemon. His eyes are fixed greedily on you, as if he's expecting something from you, but you don't know what.
Daemon's breath gets heavier as he watches you, you are so innocent but your reactions turn him on so much. He's enjoying your first experience together so much and he knows you are as well.
He moves his fingers faster and harder. His deliberate movements on your bundle of nerves rub your wetness, make you moan louder, he wants to see you squirm.
He can feel the tension building up in your body, your walls clenching around his fingers again and again. His body is full of energy and he begins to growl with desire. He can't wait any longer, he's so aroused by the sounds you're making, your eyes wide and beautiful. He knows you're close.
When he feels your whole body start to tremble, your thighs want to close around his hands and your eyes roll back, he just smiles. He would make this good for you. He continues to move in the same rhythm, hitting just the right spot, and you're about to experience the most powerful thing you've ever experienced.
You cry out slightly as your damp walls almost crush his fingers. You don't know what's happening, but a wave of pleasure floods through your body. You moan and whimper, his fingers still moving slightly and you grip his arm tighter. He leans down and bite your neck lightly. His growls becoming louder, just hearing you moan and whimper is doing enough for him now.
"Uncle Daemon..." you whimper and look at him as he sits up again, breathing heavily. Daemon just smiles, he's just given you your first climax.
His fingers move slower now, and his eyes watch you with a smug expression as he whispers, "It'll be like this every night when you're my wife..."
You blush even more as he says these words.
Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of you and you whimper slightly.
Still breathing heavily, you look at him.
"Every... Every night...?" you whisper a little breathlessly.
Daemon grins as he looks at you, so flushed and breathless. He savours the thought that this would happen every night. He loves being able to teach you, and he knows he would enjoy giving you new experiences.
"Every night... And sometimes every day..." he says in a soft voice as he continues to smile, "But only if you're a good wife..." he whispers with that mischievous smile.
You gasp indignantly, but smile slightly. Exhausted, Daemon drops onto the bed next to you and stares at you. "I'll be the best wife possible," you finally say.
He grins again, you're always good at obeying. He puts his arms around you, pulls you closer.
"Good..." he murmurs.
He moves his head close to your face and your lips almost touch. His breath is almost warm and then he lets his lips brush your cheek and whispers softly in your ear.
"And to a good wife many things will be given..."
You blush even more, but giggle slightly as he grabs your bum again. He pulls you further towards him and your lips meet almost automatically.
Daemon smiles a little at your giggle, you still seem a little shy to him, and he liked that. You were so pure.
He moves his hand down to your thigh and slowly slides his fingers back between her legs to tease her again – and this would be repeated on many more nights.
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tourney favor ; aemond targaryen (m).
pairing ; aemond targaryen x wife!reader
synopsis ; it was rare for knights to ask married ladies for their favors, as it was often a way to win a lady's hand in the midst of courtship. but it wasn’t improper by any means. strange, perhaps, but not improper. you glanced back at aemond. he was studying you, single eye narrowed, jaw clenched. was he jealous?
wc ; 2.1k
themes ; smut, mild fluff, established relationship (married)
warnings / includes ; jealous aemond, unprotected sex, breeding kink and brief mentions of pregnancy/children, wall sex, foul language, mentions of violence/murder
a/n ; if this fic sounds familiar, i took some lines from my far-lengthier aemond fic, balance the scales :)
main masterlist.
A grand tourney was held in honor of Jahaerys and Jahaera’s eighth nameday.
You sat beside Helaena in the high platforms on the elongated arena, hands twisting in your lap. Tourneys usually bored you to no end—watching men hurt themselves over little else than theatrical show and bragging rights was not something you were very keen on. It felt like a waste of time to you, especially because you were already spoken for—you’d much rather be reading, or honing your needlework, or playing with the twins. To your other side was your husband, Aemond, looking equally disinterested in the event. You noticed his long fingers tapping impatiently against his knee, as if he were itching to leave. His older brother Aegon was nowhere to be seen, most likely somewhere in the bowels of the Street of Silk.
You couldn’t help but feel envious. How come the father of the children the realm was celebrating was off gallivanting through the city, probably sunken into his cups and his whores? He was free to fuck whoever and whenever he wanted. Whilst you had to sit for hours on end beside your beloved husband, with whom you wanted to do nothing more than clamber into his lap and kiss him until the two of you grew dizzy.
Perhaps a large part of your agitation was due to the fact that Aemond had sunken to his knees in your chambers only an hour before, his tongue spelling worship over your drenched core. And you’d been so close, ever so close to falling off the edge—
Until there came a knock on the door, and Criston Cole’s muffled voice echoed through the shut door. He had to urgently speak to Aemond before the tourney, apparently.
Something akin to a growl caught in his throat as your husband reluctantly drew away from you. You moaned lowly at the loss, sitting up at the edge of the four-poster bed as you watched him wipe your arousal from his chin.
“We’ll resume this tonight,” he had whispered into your flushed ears, before whisking off to speak to Ser Criston.
Seven fucking hells.
It took several moments for you to compose yourself, before you called in one of your handmaidens to help you dress for the tourney. Redo your hairstyle, too, because Aemond had certainly mussed it beyond salvation.
And now, as you fussed with your fingers in the stands, boredly clapping whenever the crowd was, it only came as an utter surprise when you heard your name called out. You sat up straighter, eyes falling from your hands to the riding grounds down below. It didn’t slip past your notice seeing Aemond tense, his fingers curling into a pale fist over his thigh.
A handsome knight donned in black-and-yellow armor stared up at you. You faintly recalled the patterned sigil emblazoned into the shield he was holding—he was of House Darklyn. He had taken off his helmet momentarily, lodged between his waist and his free arm. Gorgeous dark locks spilled over the nape of his neck, only slightly curled.
The olive green of his eyes gleamed boldly, full lips upturned into a charming smile. “Might I be honored with your favor, my Lady? I can certainly use the luck.”
Your gaze flickered over to his formidable opponent, a strong and muscular man, shrouded in white. His shield bore a red lion. House Reyne.
It was rare for knights to ask married ladies for their favors, as it was often a way to win a lady's hand in the midst of courtship. But it wasn’t improper by any means. Strange, perhaps, but not improper. You glanced back at Aemond. He was studying you, single eye narrowed, jaw clenched.
Was he jealous?
You could feel the muted arousal roar back to life in your lower abdomen.
“Of course, Ser,” you called back with a knowing smile in your husband’s direction. You grabbed a ring of woven flowers and tossed it down over the jousting lance. “Be careful.”
Off the Darklyn knight went with your favor swaying by the lance’s handle, the metal grating of his helmet pulled down over his grinning features. You weren’t even sure what his name was.
The joust began just as you sat back down beside Aemond—but you found yourself barely paying attention to what was unfolding, and rather kept your eyes trained on your husband.
“Rather improper of him to ask for your favor,” he commented snidely, voice lowered so only you could hear. “You’re my wife.”
“Perhaps you should be down there, then,” you replied lightly, offering him a cruel smile. You knew well just how little Aemond cared for all the glamor the tourneys offered. “Show them who I belong to.”
Expression hardening to stone, he suddenly gripped your arm with iron-strength, hauling you up out of your seat, despite your half-hearted protests. You wondered if the Darklyn knight would search for you once the tourney was over. You found yourself unsurprised that you couldn’t care less about him.
Especially not with Aemond leading you down the halls of the Keep, twisting several sharp turns before shoving your chamber’s entrance open. Just as quickly as you were yanked inside, the wooden door slammed shut behind you, and you were promptly shoved up against it.
His lips were angry over yours, claiming you, biting you, devouring you completely. You fell slack in his arms, one of your hands resting over his chest, almost as if you were debating between pushing him away or pulling him closer. He swallowed the noises of contentment that slipped from your throat.
“You just couldn’t wait,” he snarled, shoving you against the door harder until he was pressed flush over your body. Jealous Aemond was certainly a sight to behold. “My greedy little wife.”
You preened at his words, arching your back, desperate to reconnect your lips to his. He didn’t put up a fight, allowing you to fight for dominance, claw at his neck and chest in desperation as you kissed him as if he were the very air you needed to breathe.
Wasting no time, he reached down to yank the bottom of your dress upwards—cursing under his breath at all the damned layers you were wearing—and hurriedly shoved away your shift so he could reach your pulsing cunt.
You were drenched. Warm and wet and fuck, he couldn’t wait a moment longer—
Sensing this, you made quick work of his trousers, yanking them downwards before moving up to pop off his tunic’s buttons. A startled, pleasured cry—verging on a hysterical sob—tore from your lungs and rattled across the chambers when he suddenly thrusted two long fingers into you, his thumb working quick circles over your sensitive clit. You’d already been denied an orgasm once, and you found a litany of breathless pleas erupting from your lips, as if it were just second nature.
“Please, Aemond, please—” You choked on whatever else you had to say, eyes rolling back as your orgasm slammed into you far too soon for your liking. Heavy and all-consuming.
But it wasn’t enough. You wanted more, more, you’d always want more of your husband.
“Aemond, please, I need you inside,” you croaked, letting out a sigh when he drew a few tender kisses to your forehead. A glimpse of the softer side of your husband, scarcely shown unless it was with you. You loved him like this, but you wanted—no, you needed—him to lose all abandon with you.
“If you won’t fuck me, I’ll ask the Darklyn knight,” you growled with a serrated tone.
Aemond drew away from you, violet eye ablaze. Was it fury or was it possessiveness written so plainly over his features? Perhaps both. “What did you say?” he whispered, a hand suddenly surging up to grip your jaw.
“I said,” you huffed, staring at him with a challenging quirk of your brows, “I’ll ask another man to fuck me. If my husband won’t do so, that is.”
Silence on Aemond was scarier than anything. You wished he would speak, or scream, or call you filthy names. But no, he… he was observing you. Calculating. Like a cat would a mouse.
Or a dragon would its kill.
With one fluid motion, he drew his length into his hand—long and hard and angrily weeping with beads of pearly precum. The other hand abruptly flipped you around with surprising strength, crowding you against the wall beside the door so your back faced him. You moaned out his name when he pushed your dress up over your hips and dragged his tip over your drenched core.
“Please,” you begged, bracing yourself against the wall and jutting your hips back. If you could hear yourself over the buzzing in your ears, you’d be absolutely mortified at how delirious you sounded.
In one quick motion, he sheathed himself into you. Your warm, pulsating cunt was gripping him like a vice, eliciting a shuddering groan from his lungs. You mirrored his reaction, squeezing your eyes shut and holding onto him for dear life as he began to pound into you with no restraint. The lewd noises ricocheting in the room made your cheeks heat up until your entire face felt like it had been set aflame. With each snap of his hips into yours, you found yourself crying his name like a mantra, his hands bruising over your waist, pulling you back into him.
You were blubbering incoherently, begging for more. You just about lost it when one of his hands disappeared from your waist—only to roll over your aching clit with quick circles. A sob broke past your lips and you clenched hard around his length, feeling every hot inch of him buried deep inside you. His pace staggered with the sudden shift and he groaned out a curse, followed by your name.
“Who did you want to fuck?” he bit out, slightly breathless, words dripping with venom. “What’s his name?”
“I—” You hiccupped a cry with a particularly loud thrust. “Oh, fuck, Aemond!”
“Right,” he hissed, bending forward to bite down on your strained neck. “I’m the only one who can fuck you like this. Not pretty boys in silly costumes—mmph—not daft knights who lose tourneys. Me.”
The last word was ground out when your cunt spasmed around his girth once more, and you wailed out his name as your orgasm rolled over you. It was a wonder nobody had barged in to see if there was someone being murdered.
“Perhaps I’d have to get you all round and swollen with my child. Show them who you belong to. Who fucked you this good. Would you like that, sweet wife?”
“Yes, yes, Aemond, I need—I need you to come inside. Please, I need you to stuff me full.”
You reached behind you to blindly grapple for his arm and he briefly shifted the angle and began pounding into you even harder. His cock hit your sweet spot just right, and you saw stars swimming over your vision.
A near animalistic noise tore through Aemond’s chest when you tightened around him one last time, your warm cunt fluttering around his cock. His rhythm faltered. What drove him over the edge was when he glanced down and saw the thick ring of your creamy arousal at the base of his cock. Gods, you were… beyond perfect.
With a staggered rasp of your name, he thrust into you thrice more before he spilled his seed deep in you, thick spurts of white coating your slick walls.
Heavy pants filled the room. You barely registered his lips kissing along your bare shoulder, where your dress had slipped in the midst of your heated frenzy.
Slow, he eased himself out of you. “You did so well for me,” he murmured against your skin, smoothing his hands over your waist. “Are you alright?”
“Mmh,” you hummed, because no words would come to you at the moment.
He laughed, a wonderfully rich sound, before gently urging you towards the bed.
“Get some rest, wife,” he told you, laying you onto the plush mattress and dipping down to kiss your forehead. He regarded you with raw adoration folded over his expression. Though, it was quick to melt into a thunderous one with his next sentence. “I have a certain knight to exchange words with.”
If you hadn’t been so high off your orgasms and exhausted with the new-found urge to sleep the whole night away, you would’ve realized that Aemond was likely going to commit manslaughter over something as trivial as a tourney favor. But you hadn’t thought about it much, not in your sex-addled haze, and promptly fell asleep with only the dream of silver-haired babes with wonderful purple eyes to accompany you.
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Entertain
Media - House Of The Dragon
Character - Daemon Targaryen
Couple - Daemon X Reader
Reader - Y/n Targaryen (Niece, Viserys Second daughter with Aemma)
Rating - Flirty
Word Count - 1056
Y/n giggled excitedly looking at everything like an excited child she had never been out of the castle onto the king landing streets like this and she clearly was loving the sights and sounds Daemon smiled as he watched her. “So cute” he called her in his mind. "You're loving it. I can think of many other things that would please you here." He teased, as he pulled her even closer to him, his voice husky and low. "Shall we go to a private place?"
"ohh where?" she giggled with a sweet innocence,
He whispered in your ear and grinned "There's a fine inn just around the corner. We can spend the night there. No one needs to know." His hand was on her neck now, his fingers dancing with each other, playing with her necklace. "The people love their Princess but you deserve a little more privacy, just for you."
she nodded excited for whatever or wherever he was going to take her on this little adventure, so Daemon led her to a nice looking Inn by the docks. He paid the innkeeper a bag filled with gold dragons. The innkeeper looked at her excitedly,
Daemon took her by the hand, led her to the room, closed the door behind him...
the room was impressive with grand stone and a view out across the city, a large fire burning, a grand bed and even a pool steaming with warm water, Y/n looked around excitedly slipping off her cloak to reveal her more in her beautiful gown clearly by her innocence smile she didn't know the sort of establishment this was
"Do you know where you are, princess?" he asked her, his voice husky.
She shook her head,
"The street is notorious for its, err... entertainment facilities." he growled, "And you're here with me, I wonder what they are going to think..."
"entertainment?" She asked, "Do they play music here? Theatre perhaps?" she asked excitedly,
He couldn't believe how innocent she was. It was so cute. He just wanted to take her by the hand, and have this innocent cute girl all to himself but he had better plans.
"... well. Not exactly that entertainment. And you're going to be the main attraction, princess. Do you understand?" He smirked at Her and took Her by the hand.
she shook her head she was confused but she had complete trust In her uncle,
Daemon grinned, how cute she was, completely in his control. He pulled her to the bed. "I'll explain, but you have to lie down on the bed first... this explanation might take a while."
she giggled and laid down on the bed on her back kicking her feet playfully
And he lied down behind her, and wrapped his arms around her kissing her shoulder as his hands explored her dress, "Well, you know how you are the princess, princess?" He smirked teasing her.
she nodded with a giggle,
"And the princess is supposed to be married to a handsome prince, correct?"
She nodded again running her hands over his own,
"And... all men would love to marry her. Yes?"
"I have to marry a lord father picked out he says so. I don't think anyone would want to marry me"
"That's the most foolish thing I've ever heard, princess." he said, "You know how men are. They like beautiful women only… and you're the most beautiful in the realm. Don't you believe me?"
"I suppose I have to believe you... But still, how does me being a princess connect to this place's entertainment?"
He smiled at her. So cute. She was still innocent, he would have to take matters into his own hands. "Men will love to have you, do you understand me? They would kill others to have you just for one night... Do you understand me, princess?"
"I do,"
"So. You are the... most precious thing in the whole realm. It's your secret, your beauty that makes you so precious." he cooed between kisses starting to pull at the ties of her dress, "Tonight... you'll learn how precious you are, princess."
"how will I learn that?" She blushed
"By... letting men see you, so that they can love you... just for one night." He smirked at her "It will be a new experience for you, something quite unusual. But I'm sure you'll really begin to see how precious you are afterwards."
"What..." she froze up,
He smirked at her. "This place is... it's not a normal inn, princess" He looked deep in her eyes, as he explained slowly, "This is... uhmm... it is a... a pleasure house, where men come to... entertain themselves."
"ohh..." She is taken back, "I see... But then why am I here? Why are were here uncle?"
He smirked "Well.. princess if all these men would love to see you, and know you..." he growled kissing her neck more aggressively keeping her in his grip even if now she began to squirm, "Then you'll give them what they want, right?"
"but I can't I... I have to be innocent for my marriage father says so"
"Oh princess, I know. You're a good girl. But no one would know, this... this is your secret, your uncle's secret. No one will ever know, I promise. You'll be the innocent good girl that the Prince will marry, and no one will ever suspect a thing."
she shook her head "I cannot, I've never..."
"It's... it's ok, I know it's a new experience for you," he grinned. "That's exactly why you should... learn it... you're the princess right? You have to learn how to... entertain... men... "
"I'm a princess it's not right" she tried to argue but he just held her tighter,
"Princess. It's a princess's duty to learn this. All those lords and princes, they need some entertainment to be happy, to support the king. Don't you want to entertain and make these men happy? It is your duty as a princess after all..."
"But uncle!"
"Princess... I know this might be a hard thing for you, but... it's the duty of a Princess. And you can't deny your duty, that's your responsibility, to be the best princess ever." he cooed,
"I- But I shouldn’t-”
"Your uncle loves you very much, princess. And I want to make the King... and the Lord's and Princes happy, because they are so desperate for you. It's your duty to entertain them... just one night. They're all waiting princes so please, Can you do that for your sweet uncle? "
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