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He Saw Her At Daybreak - Part 1

(Sequel series to: She Whispered To Him In The Night, not required reading to follow along with this story though.)

Summary: Aemond and Rhaena are betrothed to one another and due to wed in two days time, which makes our horny chaotic boy both very happy and very HORNY.

Warnings: SMUT, mature-ish, we're introducing more kinks into this fic!

Tag list: @minim236 , @bohemiandreams99 , @neocil , @readsalot73 , @nettysnest , @avidreader73 (feel free to tell me if you want to be on the taglist or not)

TW: Slight Somnophilia, it is consensual!

P.S. I've reworked this chapter a few times, and hope the smut still delivers!!! And there's some cute fiance fluff happening as well!

The sun had yet to rise while the moon still hung high in the darkness of the night sky, most likely beyond the hour of the wolf. The sound of Vhagar roaring in the distance had slowly pulled Aemond from his relatively peaceful slumber.

He couldn't sense anything bad or foreboding, he'd wager the old dragon was just hunting in the night. That or she was fending off a rather territorial Vermithor once again. He was not worried, his bonded she-beast would not cow to the slightly smaller male. And in truth Vermithor only retaliated when he felt his nesting space with Silverwing was being encroached upon.

They would solve their disagreement, two old creatures, living relics in a way, they were bound to have their strife…he supposed.

Aemond eyed his chambers instinctively still, large and spacious, there was something so ancient and satisfactory about everything here on Dragonstone. A large selection of texts and scrolls in their chambers’ bookshelf, a bed larger than his own back in King's Landing, and a view that let him see as far as the Dragons' Mount.

Though, by far the best part about his chambers here would be that he'd been granted permission to share them with his princess…his betrothed...his Lady wife…well soon to be.

Rhaena Targaryen.

His uncle Daemon, may have reluctantly come around on the betrothal itself…but he'd still been against the idea of Aemond sharing his chambers with Rhaena. Thankfully, his uncle had been overruled. Aemond's father, mother and even his elder sister Rhaenyra had all agreed it only made sense for them to have shared apartments.

Aemond had done his best not to smirk too widely at his uncle's disgruntled yet forced agreeance by the end of it all. Even though annoying the older man then would have certainly been the cherry on top, but Rhaena didn't want him taunting her father. So he'd acquiesce, the taunting mattered not in either case, he had his victory.

He had his chosen Valyrian bride.

Currently, Rhaena slept soundly on top of him, her soft cheek nuzzling in the crook of his neck as the warmth from her breath tickled his skin soothingly with every exhale. Her soft body was pressed against his as her legs straddled either side of his lower abdomen.

She had collapsed on top of him earlier in the night when he'd successfully gotten her to ride him for the first time. The night had been quite eventful, he'd given his Lady four perfect orgasms, even though he was aiming for five. But it seemed his sweet little wife couldn't handle that many…not yet at least.

He'd build up her endurance gradually.

For now, he was happy enough to keep his arms securely around her while she clung to him in her sleep.

It had become a welcome fact that he only slept soundly when she was with him, he needed to feel her, hold her against him. It mattered not how he did so, so long as she was there resting against him somehow.

The feel of her comfortable weight paired with the warmth her body gave him. It always seemed to set him at ease, holding her close like this, hearing her soft breathing, sleepy mumbles…it soothed all his rough harsh edges.

It also made his blood sizzle with pride, all these little moments, little vulnerable parts of her that only he'd know about. Things only he'd be allowed to see and hear from her. It was all his, she was all his.

Day by day, his dreams and fantasies were cementing themselves into his reality. He'd taken Rhaena for himself, kissed and tasted every inch of her, possessed her, owned her. He'd secured her hand, and in just a few days she would be his officially. His Princess, his wife.

The family had flown and sailed to Dragonstone to spend a week here all in preparation for their wedding. Honoured guests from each major house had been invited to attend their week-long celebration. Full of feasts, festivals, and a week long tourney.

All of which mattered very little to Aemond. Glad as he was that his family had granted him his Rhaena, he loathed the grand scale their wedding had taken on. He'd ranted and raged to Rhaena earlier in the week, the vapid frivolities had annoyed him to his wits end. All he wanted was a small ceremony, done in the Red Keep, just their family and a Valyrian priest to officiate it.

Of course, his Rhaena in all her grace, had seemed to find his anger humorous. She'd kissed his cheek and shrugged that it was out of their hands.

'Your father is the King, my father is his only brother, the Rogue Prince and my dear aunt is the King's eldest daughter, the Realm's Delight and heir to the Iron Throne…it was inevitable, Aemond. Our wedding could be nothing but a grand affair…'

Loathe as he was to admit it…it was true. For Aemond had tried, speaking to his mother and then his sister Rhaenyra. They'd both only smiled warmly at him and asked that he try and enjoy the festivities, for once they were done, he'd have his wife.

It only made him tense and regret not having stolen his bride away, marrying her privately with only the Gods as their witnesses. For their blessings were the only ones they truly needed.

But he'd given in, he was here now, and so their wedding was only two days away.

There would be two ceremonies, one ceremony to be recognized by the Seven, the pious religion of the realm. A ceremony Daemon had been adamant they skip, for true Targaryens did not adhere to The Seven. But Aemond's mother had argued that The Seven was the realm's most followed religion and she wanted her son's marriage recognized as legitimate. As well as the fact that since she had raised him in the faith, she wanted him to respect his upbringing.

The first point he could understand, not that he particularly cared for it, but the latter half…his mother must've missed or willfully ignored his lack of consistency with his visiting of the septa.

It would matter not, for it seemed his eldest sister Rhaenyra had agreed with his Lady mother yet again. Bicker and argue as much as Daemon would like, in the end he would not fight his wife's wants, so he'd acquiesce.

Aemond would quietly agree with his uncle, for the second ceremony was the one he was most keen on…their Valyrian wedding. He'd always read everything available to him about his Valyrian culture back in King's Landing, and that was purely for self interest. But once he'd arrived here in Dragonstone, Rhaena showed him their prized library. Where he was able to read even more detailed accounts of true Valyrian weddings. As well as a great deal more accurate and secret texts of their ancestors.

He was endlessly fascinated by their ancestral home here. After their wedding, there was to be a feast and then he and Rhaena would stay here for a fortnight as their honeymoon allowed. They'd return to King's Landing to finalize their inheritance and position here, and then they'd be free to return.

Aemond could not wait.

Finally, he'd be the Prince of Dragonstone with Rhaena as his Princess.

Rhaena Targaryen would officially be his wife.

And he was quite certain that with the amount of times he'd taken her this past moon, she was also most likely already carrying his child.

The thought both aroused him and excited him to no end.

The thought of Rhaena swollen with his child always made him unbelievably hard. His most wanted fantasy was to fuck his lovely wife once her belly had grown with their child inside. He was quite certain her engorged swollen breasts would make him wild, feral with want.

Even now he'd felt his cock hardening, clenched within the warmth of her sweet cunt.

It was then he'd recalled he hadn't actually pulled himself out of her when they both collapsed from their pleasure and fell asleep.

He clenched his jaw, gently caressing her smooth back as he peered around her shoulder and caught the devastatingly arousing sight of his thick length buried within her.

So far within her.

A fire was set alight within him, his need growing to an unbearable degree. Surely he couldn't just take his goddess while she slept, tantalizing as the thought was. The idea of her waking amid her pleasure was certainly spurring his wanting cock on.

His thighs twitched a minor thrust, and gods how his cock throbbed at that.

Squeezing his eye shut, he tried to will the feeling away. He knew he'd stretched his wife's lovely cunt so nicely just mere hours ago, but even still she felt so unbelievably tight for him, she always did. He could feel her clamped down around his girthy length, it made his entire body tense tightly.

His mind couldn't help but replay the several times he had awoken her by pleasuring her.

The first time, he'd used his fingers, slowly and tentatively he'd been fascinated by how responsive her cunt had been even while she slept. He'd only rubbed her softly and slowly, spreading her legs for him as his fingers caressed her gently. Oh how her cunt quivered and throbbed for him, dripping with neediness.

She'd awoken when his thumb went from circling her little bud to slowly slipping into her drenched core. She'd whimpered when her eyes locked onto his, breathlessly saying his name as if the reality she'd entered was but a new sweet dream. He'd asked her if she wished him to stop, she'd only shook her head and begged him to continue…so he did.

The second time he'd aimed to wake her with pleasure, he'd begun much the same way, only he one by one began to fuck her with his fingers, drawing sleepy groans and grunts until her beautiful eyes finally fluttered open, her lips caught in a sweet moan for she couldn't ignore the feelings he caused. She'd spread herself further for him, pulling him into a kiss that was both feverish and sensual as her hips had rolled against his hand with desperate need.

The third time he woke his sleeping princess by devouring her wet and wanting cunt, his lips suckling her folds, his tongue lapping up her oozing arousal before he'd lavished her sweet little bundle of nerves with due attention. When her eyes had snapped open, her shock melted into pure pleasure. She'd gripped into his hair and he'd happily grasped onto soft thighs, letting his tongue slip into her core as she grinded herself against his face frantically. For as much as he loved to possess her, he just as equally loved when she used him to reach her own climaxes. It made him feel specifically needed by her.

At no point had she ever told him that she disliked his actions, and knowing his Rhaena, if she had…she would've told him so. And if she had told him so, he would've listened to her wishes.

But since she hadn't, he felt nothing but his growing erection hardening. His breathing had become ragged and shaky, he certainly did not have the willpower to pull himself from her now.

As if Rhaena could sense his turmoil…or his cock, he'd heard her moan sweetly in her sleep. Pulling herself up along his body, now snuggling in closer, her cheek resting on his shoulder as her nipples began to pebble, dragging against his chest. Her arms loosely hooked underneath his arms and around him, as if she sought to be closer than they already were.

Her hips had pressed themselves lower down against his pelvis, letting his cock sink completely inside of her. Her plush bottom grazed against his incredibly sensitive balls, forcing a desperate groan from his throat.

Every time he took his Rhaena he was quite certain she sought to end him, for whenever he entered her he could just feel his willpower dissipate. His Princess was fast asleep and yet she still had him in the palm of her hands, and she didn't even know it.

Aemond let his fingers sink into her silvery locs, gently kissing her temple as his other hand gripped into her lower back.

For he could no longer help himself, when she woke she could tell him if she enjoyed it or not. He'd make sure to get a definitive answer on whether she wished for him to keep doing this or not.

But for the moment, his needy cock felt like a burning torturous desire he could not extinguish alone. Ever since he'd bedded Rhaena, he hadn't been able to simply relieve himself with just his hand. He'd tasted what true pleasure was and he could no longer go back.

As if a spasm had taken a hold of his hips, his hips drew back before thrusting up into his lovely wife. Doing his best to grit back his throaty groans as an overwhelming burning pleasure washed over him. He could feel her tight cunt moistening as his cock stroked her deeply, a delectable squelching sound emanating with each thrust.

He could feel his peak building, he did not have the stamina to last long this time, with that his slow tentative pace began to increase.

Aemond wanted her to wake, he was desperate for the beautiful little noises she always made for him, desperate to feel her perfect body writhe against his. He wanted the friction, the burn, all of it.

As if his prayers had been answered, he finally felt his sleeping Princess' hands grip onto him, a gasping moan slipping from her as she startled herself awake. Her hands glided up and grasped onto his shoulders, nails digging in as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, "Aemond! oh…my gods," she'd whimpered.

Her lips softly pressed a kiss to his neck, her arms drawing her body tightly against him; it felt like an allowance. He could feel her hips instinctively snapping against his, her hand slipping into his hair, grip tightening so deliciously.

"Do you want me to stop, sweet girl?" He'd grunted against her shoulder, his body violently rejecting the offer his lips had just uttered.

Rhaena had shook her head rapidly, her tight grip pulling his hair as a sharp sobbing moan of hers echoed into his ear. He knew his cock had stroked her nice and deep, hitting her favoured spot with perfect precision.

"Don't you dare stop, Aemond," her voice was both needy and sharp-edged all at once.

His pristine girl could be quite aggressive when she wished to be. He'd allow her that.

With a satisfied grin, Aemond let both of his hands slide to her hips, ramming into her with a clear purpose. He could feel her core begin to clamp around him, she was close. His own climax rising to its peak.

"Ñuha zaldrīzes," my dragon, she'd moaned so sultry against his neck.

Gods she moaning in Valyrian for him. She was so close, he wanted to see his ethereal dragon when he made her cum.

"Jurnegon rȳ nyke," look at me, his smooth voice rasped rather desperately, but she did as he asked. Pulling herself up into a seated position, all while her hips continued to ride him brutally. Impaling herself so beautifully on his thick cock, she always took him so well, no other woman had ever or could ever.

It never ceased to amaze him how he'd managed to claim such a bride.

The light of the morning sun was beginning to rise, dripping in through the arched windows, bathing his Princess beautifully. She truly looked ethereal, her silver locs had a glow about them as they poured over her shoulders. Her pale violet eyes gazing down upon him with a look that made his heart feel like she could shatter him and put him back together all at once.

Her lovely tawny skin glistened and shimmered. The luscious curve of her waist and hips, her full shapely breasts heaved with every thrust, her soft thighs pressing into him. With his fingers digging into her hips so viciously, her back arching so nicely for him as his eye drank in every minuscule detail.

He couldn't stop himself when he finally said, "Rhaena...Avy jorrāelan," Rhaena…I love you.

Aemond watched those hypnotic eyes of her widen at his words, but if she had intended on returning his words they'd be interrupted.

She couldn't fight the beautiful sob that tore through her. Then that splendid feeling of her pretty little cunt squeezing and fluttering around him. It was what pushed him over the edge, moaning roughly, nearly a roar that held her name on his tongue.

He could feel every drop of his hot seed pouring into her, it made his entire body tingle with a burning satisfaction. She'd gasped, her face dawning a rather wondrous expression as her lovely little cunt took everything he gave her.

Gods she was absolute perfection.

He felt both sated and exhausted, sweating and panting even though she'd done most of the work riding him.

Rhaena collapsed on top of him once again, resting her head against his shoulder, curling into him as she caressed his neck and then his cheek.

He'd wrapped his arms around her immediately, naturally, held her to him like she'd vanish if he didn't. She never did, logically he knew she wouldn't, but he felt better knowing she couldn't if he held her close.

His rapid heart beat slowly began to calm, he could feel her own heart against his chest, beating just as fast as his was. When she'd finally caught her breath, she pulled up just a little, just enough to see him.

Her pale eyes gazed into his, stopping his heart altogether.

"Aemond...ao jorrāelagon nyke?" Aemond...you love me?, her voice had been so soft it was as if she'd whispered it. Her brows furrowing just slightly, he was beginning to wonder if he should've said it at all. He wasn't one for words, not when it came to verbalizing one's deepest feelings. In his experience, such vulnerability was a liability, used as a weapon to be thrown back at you.

He was sure Rhaena wasn't capable of doing such a cruel thing to him, but her questioning him…her disbelief of his words.

Did she not know it already?

Could she not see it?

How he'd lay down his life for her…how he'd take any life for her?

"Is it not obvious," he'd whispered back, painfully so.

Swallowing thickly, maybe she just didn't love him back. And he supposed he didn't need her to, she didn't have to love him the way he loved her. The way he obsessed over everything about her. He didn't need that level of intense feeling reciprocated…per se. He knew she liked him, she wanted him, and chose him above all others. She claimed him for herself, and if that was the most he would get from her…then he could accept that.

Aemond bit his lip hard, painfully so, he threatened to draw blood. He eyed her closely, prepared for the rejection that surely awaited this brutally long silence she'd forced him to sit through.

And even so, he couldn't even will himself to pull her off of him. He still wanted her here with him. In the end, he'd still want her.

His lungs were primed to burst, he felt like he couldn't breathe until she responded. His jaw had tensed, his eye unmoving. His hands still frozen around her.

Finally, her expression cracked him. Her lower lip began to tremble, her eyes welling up…

What had he done?

"Aemond…" she breathed his name like a soft scent in the wind, far too gentle and sweet for someone like him, "Avy jorrāelan tolī" I love you too.

His throat ran dry.

His eye widened sharply.

His jaw went slack.

His lips parted but any possible response he could think of died on his tongue instantly.

He wanted to ask her if she was sure, if she truly meant it, for surely she could not.

But no such words would leave his mouth, none at all.

He watched as she blinked a couple of tears down her flushed cheeks, and without saying a word he'd gently reached up and wiped them with his thumb.

Caressing her soft cheek as he pulled her back down to him. Kissing her felt like fire, like it completed the magic their words ignited. He felt that fire spread through his veins, restarting his heart once again. Rhaena held his face in her delicate hands, kissing him so sweetly, passionately, lovingly so.

He could die right here, right now and he would've been whole…complete…happy.

His dragoness…his perfect woman…his other half. Fuck, their wedding could not come fast enough.

"Husband?" Rhaena pulled back, a smile tugging on her lips,"I've just realized…you went ahead and collected your fifth orgasm from me tonight."

He'd grinned slowly at that, for the thought hadn't been in his mind when he fucked her, but it seems subconsciously he had done it.

That burning fire within him felt quenched, sated and fed. When she reached for his cheek and guided his lips to hers again, she kissed him slowly, sloppily taking ownership of his mouth and he relished it. He nearly forgot himself entirely, falling dazed into the power of her caressing hand and soft lips.

As much as he possessed his little dragon, he often hoped she knew just how much she possessed him.

He was hers and he loved when she treated him as such.

When their lips parted, Rhaena smiled sweetly against him, "you do realize I'm probably already with child, you needn't be so persistent anymore." She gently ran her fingers through his hair, an absentminded action she'd grown accustomed to doing these days.

Aemond breathed deeply, "well…persistence is only half it. It's hard to contain myself when I need only think of you to be aroused," he smirked.

"Mmmm," she hummed brightly, grinning proudly now, "is that all it takes?"

"You…I think you know…" he pulled her up along his torso, feeling his cock slowly slip from her, but leveling her chest above his face. She'd gasped at the loss of his length, but softly hummed as he pressed warm, claiming kisses to the swell of her breasts, "...what you do to me."

Rhaena giggled, leaning into his tender touch, "I believe I'm starting to understand and I suppose your endless wanting does have its positives. This was quite a pleasing way to wake me, it felt very nice," she'd nearly mumbled the later half of her response, her pale lavender eyes fluttering down at him as if she'd only said the most innocent thing.

His throat ran dry for only a moment, for this surely meant he was free to wake her with his cock if the mood struck, but he supposed he should be certain, "you're fine with me taking my pleasure while you slumber?" His deep indigo eye gazing into hers.

At that Rhaena bit her lip adorably, her fingers slipping back to his cheek, caressing his scar-less cheek, "so long as you're gentle while I'm still asleep, then I quite like it. It makes my dreams…pleasurable." Her soft voice had unasked him, he could feel his cheeks burning deeply. The dying candle light surely kept that fact hidden from his wife.

"You may take your pleasure from me, if it calms you, my dragon," she pulled herself back, lowering herself down to kiss him softly, "but do save your rough, more feral wants for when I'm awake, yes?"

In truth he wasn't actually expecting her to agree…or want this as much as she clearly sounded like she did. He expected her to maybe accept it for when she woke she did enjoy his actions.

But…she had more than enjoyed it. And her dreams…he hadn't even thought he'd affected her dreams. He never thought his pristine little princess could be so wanting for him…always wanting for him.

"As you wish, my love," he swallowed harshly, caressing her plush bottom, grabbing a hold of a cheek. She'd gasped happily, and it steeled his erratically beating heart. Now smirking at his little wife, thinking of it truly she'd quite often let him take her anywhere. As long as they were mostly secluded she was almost always in the mood for him to fuck her, barring after the first time, when she needed time to heal.

Well…every once in a while she did need a few days rest.

But ever since their first time, she'd been his to have. In the dragon pits, in their chambers, quick moments in the abandoned hallways of the secret tunnels.

His wife was quite the little whore for him, he'd never expected it…but he couldn't imagine being happier.

And now that he had the freedom to take her as many times a night as he wished, he knew she'd be sore tomorrow. He'd give her a day or two, he was a kind husband after all.

With that, he pulled her into a tight embrace, let her arms wrap loosely around his neck, as he breathed her in.

In two days she'd be his in every way possible. He had her body, her soul, her heart…he just needed the Fourteen Flames to recognize their union and then he'd feel complete.

He just needed their Gods to recognize his love for her.

He pressed his lips against her shoulder, part of him still couldn't believe he'd said the words to her…he'd felt it for months. He'd shown her his feelings, let her feel the way he held her, embraced her, spoke to her. He hoped she could see it in his actions, in his eyes. But to hear the words, to be completely certain of them…it made his blood sing.

His princess, his goddess, his dragoness, his wife…she loved him.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Rhaena slowly pulled his cock out of her, boneless as she slid down beside him. He'd groaned at the loss, but she'd only giggled, "I do need to be able to walk tomorrow, dear husband." She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his jaw, before she nuzzled in against him.

He had a cheeky response ready for her, but he found himself rather drowsy, drifting back to sleep before he could utter it.

Mornings here on Dragonstone had felt mystical or magical, hazy and golden with the rumble and roaring of so many dragons. For those few hours in the morning light, Aemond wondered if this is what it felt like to live in Old Valyria…for this would be the closest he'd ever get.

If Aemond closed his eyes and forgot about the events he'd have to drag himself through today, he could almost imagine that he and Rhaena were already wed.

That as he sank into their steaming hot bath water, sitting across from her in their tub, he could imagine they did so as husband and wife. And the Prince and Princess of Dragonstone.

Soon enough they would be.

Aemond closed his eye, his head leaning back against the edge of the tub as his arms draped over the sides, his long legs spread around hers. Since their arrival on Dragonstone, Aemond had ensured that he took nearly all of his morning baths with Rhaena; he'd made it quite clear to the servants that whenever they sought to bring a tub to their chambers it need be big enough for two.

He'd tell his wife that as her husband it was only natural that he should bathe with her. In actuality he just found the activity quite soothing with her.

"You will be careful during your combat today, right?" Rhaena's light voice had slipped through his train of thoughts, "Lord Cregan Stark is a far more brutal fighter than Ser Corbray. And you were less than chivalrous with Ser Corbray."

Aemond certainly had no interest in the tourneys, but as he was their honored Prince this week, he'd rather drag himself to participate in it and win then sit on the sidelines watch the Stark hound make eyes at his wife. It was unavoidable as he saw it, so Aemond sought to make the most of it. He had coasted through the tourney thus far, for surely there'd been no true challenge for him present and then by the end of it he planned to crown his sweet wife, Queen of Beauty and Prosperity. Or something or other. He cared not for the title, just that he'd be the one to crown her.

But she was right, he had utterly decimated Ser Corbray in their combat match yesterday. The man wielded a blade that was clearly far too heavy for him to move with any sort of speed or agility. He telegraphed his strikes, and he rarely blocked or ducked most oncoming strikes. He was a weak combatant, and a sorry excuse for opponent. But even so, the man wouldn't yield until absolutely necessary. So Aemond sought to toy with the man, brutally so, but it served him right for looking at Rhaena as if he had any chance with her. Especially now.

But the bloody hound, Stark, was no better. He seemed quite friendly with Rhaena, always smiling at her, giving forward compliments. Forever remarking how lovely she would've looked in Northern furs. The man was bold, acting as if he was some sort of gentle giant meanwhile he meant to worm his way into Rhaena's heart with gruff kindness. Worst of all Aemond was quite certain the hound's end goal was the same as his, to crown Rhaena.

Aemond had no intention of letting that happen.

He didn't open his eye, simply enjoying the steaming water and the close proximity with his dragoness, his lips ticked upwards, "are you worried for your dragon, little wife?"

"I was worried since you entered at the start of the week, Aemond," Rhaena sighed, "people do die gruesomely at these tourneys,"

"If you think any of these weak opponents could kill me, I'd be sorely disappointed in you. Your lack of faith wounds me," he smirked, knowing she'd most likely rolled her eyes at that, but he continued on,"Corbray was weak, with a distinct lack of skill, I'm not even sure how he made it this far. Stark, I'll admit, has his height and brute strength on his side. But I studied his fight with Jacaerys, my nephew may have fought well enough. But his errors allowed me to see Stark's strengths and weaknesses more clearly."

He could hear the water slosh in their tub as Rhaena shifted herself, "yes well, Lord Cregan Stark is a chivalrous fighter. When Jace finally yielded, they were both good sports about it."

"Don't tell me you feel sorry for Corbray," he groaned, nudging her thigh playfully, "are you not happy that I at least went easy on your precious Lucerys in the joust portion of the rounds."

He could hear his wife's sweet laughter at that, so he peaked a glance at her, her tawny skin all glistening and glowing in the morning sun. Her beautiful smile spurring many thoughts within him.

"You always say his name as if I'm in love with him," she gently scrubbed her arms in the lavender scented water, "I've known Luke since he was four years of age, he's very much just a sweet little brother to me."

By the end of this bath he'd have her scent on him…an intangible favour he happily took with him before every match of the tourney. Something Stark and Corbray could not have, and it smugly made him proud. Of course he also claimed her actual favour at the start of the tourney, and he most definitely proudly brandished it during every event.

Even so, Aemond scoffed at her response, "that wouldn't put me at ease if I was truly bothered, you do realize what family we're a part of."

At that Rhaena had giggled, truly, the angelic sound making his heart beat rapidly, "Aemond!" Her admonishment was wrapped in a bubble of laughter, so he certainly could not take it seriously. When she batted his hand, he only grabbed a hold of her and pulled her onto him.

"You needn't worry, my nephew is of no threat to me. I'm quite certain he wouldn't know where to even begin with you," he grinned rakishly at her, her soft body slotting perfectly between his legs.

Her nimble fingers deftly combed through the knots in his wet hair, the gentle tugs felt exquisite by her hand, "Targaryen or no, when I say Luke and Jace feel like blood brothers to me, I do mean it. I have no interest in fucking either of them."

"Oh?" He played coy, "does Luke know that?"

"He most definitely does!" she giggled, "he literally refers to me as his sister. In either case I wouldn't trade my dragon for anyone."

"Good. I wouldn't have allowed you to anyhow," he leaned in closer, taking her lips with a slight roughness before breaking away with a pant, "you've claimed me for life, sweet girl."

"Good." Rhaena sighed dreamily, cupping his cheek as she drew his lips back to hers, "now be a good boy, and don't die today."

P.S. I'm so excited for this oneeee!!! Married Rhaemond, the babiessss!! The babies will be coming around part 4 or 5 I think, this fic is definitely going to at least be 10 parts so strap in!

I really love the aesthetic collage I put together a bit TOO much. But I'm absolute serious about married Rhaemond being kinkier!! The breeding kink is real, pregnancy kink too, the Somnophilia will be used SPARINGLY so hopefully no one was uncomfortable.

But absolutely feel free to suggest some kinks for them, I'll all for considerations!

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