I’m in that dozy, half-asleep state, vaguely dreaming. my body is warm, pliant and need. I’m dreaming of you, your hands grazing my body, your lips on my neck. I can feel myself getting wetter, and the vision of you moans.
The feeling of your fingers gently rubbing my clit is so real. I grind against it, searching for more friction, and the sense of sleep begins to fall away. I’m awake now, aware of you still sleeping gently beside me, your arms wrapped around me. I let out a shaky gasp when I realise that your touch was not a figment of my imagination, that in your sleep your hand has found its way between my legs, your other hand wrapped around my breast and squeezing gently. I struggle to stay still, afraid that if I jolt you then you’ll move away. You touch me lazily, fingers tracing my soaking pussy, and I bite my lip as you let out a groan. Your other hand tightens and I can’t hold back the whine of pleasure.
“Fuck,” You murmur, hand beginning to move faster. You grind against me, a leg hooking over mine, holding me in place. All instinctual, all driven by pure desire and longing. I want to touch you, to run my hands through your hair, to kiss you, but you have me trapped against the front of your body. My hips roll back to meet yours and your voice becomes clearer. “Don’t stop baby.”
“I won’t,” I breathe, feeling the knot growing in my stomach as you bring me closer and closer to the edge. Your lips meet the curve where my neck and shoulder meet, kissing before biting down and pulling a shuddering moan from my throat. I look over my shoulder to see you, fully awake, your eyes sparkling with lust. You slide your fingers inside me, my hole stretching around you so perfectly.
“So fucking tight.” Your words are enough to push me right to the edge and I ride your fingers as much as I can from this position, desperate for release. “That’s right, just like that.” The orgasm washes over me, my body trembling in your arms as you draw out the sensation, touch slowing, become gentler and gentler. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
With your grip loosened on me I turn to face you, kissing you softly. I don’t have the words to describe how good it felt, but you kiss me back and I know you understand.
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Oblivion (Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader)
Author's note: Reader is the youngest child of Viserys Targaryen and Alicent Hightower.
Warnings: Incest, Somnophilia, Smut.
It is a light, rare Arbor that was served at the feast to celebrate the third wedding anniversary of your older siblings King Aegon and Queen Helaena that lulls you to a deep and dreamless sleep. Perhaps you've had a cup too many.
Returning to your bedchambers, inebriated and giddy, you asked your handmaiden to draw you a bath before having her undress you and soak in the water scented with rose and lavender oils. After your bath, you crawled into your bed, rejecting the light linen smallclothes your handmaiden had chosen for you for the night. It was a warm, summery night in King's Landing and you preferred to sleep bare beneath your silk sheets, sinking into a seemingly endless sleep moments after your head touched your pillow.
It doesn't take long for him to come.
Sneaking in through a concealed door within the walls of your chambers, your older brother, Aemond Targaryen finds you sleeping soundly.
His eye takes in the peace that is etched across your features, your full lips parted as you breathed quietly. Your long, dark hair spread like a halo around your head, something you inherited from your mother, Queen Mother Alicent Hightower. You were the only one amongst your siblings who had inherited dark hair instead of the silvery Targaryen mane.
A rare hint of a smile ghosts across Aemond's lips upon seeing your tranquility. Your precious innocence.
His little sister.
With deliberation, he slowly brushes a stray lock of your hair away from your face to better see you in the moonlight. Gods, you were angelic.
His touch did nothing to awaken you and his smile morphed into a smirk, the realisation that you were fast asleep that even his touch didn't rouse you. On any other night, you were acutely perceptive to his touches...
Perhaps it is the wine, Aemond mused, peeling away his own clothes until he was as bare as you. Hunger grew in him, his hands gently prying away the sheets you lay tangled in, crawling into your bed. Even the caress of the night air upon your bare skin did nothing to wake you up.
Let me see how long it takes, he wondered, starting to lay a path of kisses along your neck, smiling at the hitch in your breath.
He hummed against your breast, drawing your creamy skin between his lips to suck a bruise. Adding to the smattering of marks he always left behind.
Nipples hardening under the ceaseless circling of his calloused thumbs, you shifted, a quiet moan leaving your lips as your legs fell open to him.
"Do you dream of me, little sister?" he asked, before drawing the taut peak of your breast into his mouth. Hearing your sigh was answer enough for him, his hands running along your slender thighs, spreading them open.
Tendrils of pleasure slowly bloomed in the pit of your belly, arousal starting to pool between your aching folds. Aemond moaned at the growing scent of your sweetness, drawing from your breasts to admire how your nipples glistened with his saliva in the moonlight.
Still, you remained firmly in the realm of oblivion, letting him kiss his path along your waist. Lower and lower, until...
"Mmm..."
He was intoxicated by the taste of you, boldly licking into your cunt, his eye never leaving your face.
Features contorted into an almost agonized expression, he adored the way you bit your lip, a frown furrowing your brows. Your chest rose and fell in sharp breaths, his mouth ravenous against you. Drinking every drop of arousal he could coax out of you. He could feel you breaking, your moans increasingly desperate, your body on the very brink...
Suddenly, your eyelids fluttered open and you gasped, startled. Aemond's hands caught your flailing wrists in an instant and he drew reluctantly away from between your legs.
"Hush, little one, it is only me."
"A-Aemond..." you breathed before he was kissing you awake, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Opening for him in submission, you let him kiss you with a ferocity that came naturally to him. Yielding to him entirely.
Once you had calmed, he released your wrists, your mouths breaking away, panting. Immediately, your hands flew to the patch covering his lost eye to discard it, revealing the sapphire underneath it.
Cupping his face, you kissed the scarred flesh around the jewel before finding his lips again.
He met you again, in a deeper, more languid kiss, the two of you moaning in unison. Yearning to become one.
"Please," you begged. "I need you inside me..."
He slid into you with ease, all the way to the hilt. Tears sprang into your eyes at the sudden fullness, your head falling back against the pillow.
You drew him into the enclosure of your arms, something that had been his sanctuary for years.
"Little dove," he groaned into your ear, and the quiet break in his resolve was evident in his voice. And in the frantic pace he had set.
You knew that he was only ever this desperate and wanting for you. No one else.
And you craved him equally.
"I'm right here, Aemond. I'm yours..."
He snarled, plunging unceasingly into your velvety walls, the precision and swiftness startling you. There'd be time for gentle lovemaking until the dawn broke. But for now, you both were in great need of completion.
Clutching at his shoulders, you braced for the impending crescendo that would shatter you both, chasing the feeling of euphoria with him.
"Look at me, little one..."
His words made you realise that in the midst of the pleasure, your eyes had fallen shut.
You met his gaze, your thumb running down the centre of his lower lip, mimicking a Valyrian wedding custom. He mirrored the gesture against your lip and you knew you both weren't going to be able to last much longer.
Hurriedly, you moved to kiss him, breaking first with a moan into his mouth.
He broke mere seconds later and you sighed at the feeling of him spilling so much into you...
Basking in the afterglow, you lay in his arms, tracing the High Valyrian alphabets spelling love into his chest right above his heart.
Aemond knew he'd have to leave when the morning came, but for this moment, the two of you had each other.
"Avy jorrāelan, byka mēre," he breathed, finally feeling a sense of peace.
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