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Daemon dies in the Stepstones, leaving Rhaenyra alone at court. She married Laenor Velaryon, but they had no children, and he died as well. Years later, she's pressured to marry Aemond.
But Aemond came with a secret. Otto Hightower had instructed him to wed her not for love, but for the throne.
This is a short story that explores Rhaenyra finding out. It's now five chapters, and that's really it.
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Additional tags: Mommy kink, nursing, mommy issues, sub Aemond, dom Rhaenyra.
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Rhaenyra wasn't particularly surprised that she couldn't find a moment alone. She couldn't have a second of peace between her children, Daemon, and Aemond.
Aemond had always been inexplicably drawn to her. As a child, he would follow her around everywhere, clinging to her gowns just as one of her own children would. Even after the incident with his eye, he never strayed very far. She had always expected he would grow out of it, but as the years went by, very little had changed.
"He wants to fuck you, you realize?" Daemon had so crudely pointed out one day, tone amused.
Rhaenyra had dismissed it, but she knew he likely wasn't wrong. Aemond had never been very subtle about his attachment to her, but it was okay. It was sweet even. He was taller now, gangly and towering over her, but he still followed her and clung to her.
Surprisingly, he had been the one to make the first move, shifting their relationship from an arguably platonic one into something much less ambiguous. He had been all fumbling hands and nervous kisses. The awkwardness and inexperience of youth was very evident.
Even more surprisingly, it often wasn't something sexual with Aemond. Most days, he just wanted to curl up with Rhaenyra. Often, she would simply hold him. Sometimes, she would read or sing to him, occasionally brushing his hair. After learning the sort of things he likes, the name hadn't shocked her much.
"Muña," He had whimpered when she sat up, clinging to her more tightly.
His eyes were wide and shiny as he looked up at her. He was beautiful. The word tumbled from his lips so easily, his voice small and needy. That moment shaped their future interactions in a way Rhaenyra hadn't expected, but also didn't mind.
That was how Aemond found his new favorite place. He laid on top of Rhaenyra in her bed, her scent all around him. Like this, he had his head against her chest and one nipple in his mouth. It had been unusual for her at first, but she knew how much Aemond needed it. Truthfully, she was proud that she could give him this.
He hadn't locked of nibbled at her like a lover might. Instead, he latched on and suckled desperately like a hungry babe would. She gasped and eased his head away from her chest.
"Not so rough," She scolded him in a soft tone. "You have to be gentle."
"I'm sorry, muña. I will be," He murmured and pressed his mouth back to her chest.
"Just like that," She encouraged when he took her nipple into his mouth gentler this time.
He nursed intently, one hand kneading her breast while he sucked long and firmly as though he might be able to coax milk out. Nothing ever came, she had none to give him. She hadn't needed to feed a babe in a while and her body hadn't had time to expect Aemond to need this. It never would produce milk for him and a part of her felt guilty for failing to nourish him in that way. He seemed generally unbothered by it, though.
"You're such a sweet boy," She cooed at him, fingers finding the back of his hair to stroke it. "You've always been a good boy for mother."
Aemond made a noise against her skin, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through her. He was so different from every other partner she had been with. That was okay, though. She'd never push him.
Their arrangement worked well by now. She'd learned how to read him almost perfectly like this. Now, she shifted around a bit. His cocked pressed more firmly against her leg, long and hard. His flesh was hot and leaking, seeming desperate for contact. She knew him better than that, though. He didn't want to be touched right now, he didn't need to be touched right now.
"Mummy's getting sore," Rhaenyra told him instead and helped him switch sides.
He looked delirious with it. His head went easily, whining as he nodded against her breast. She shushed him gently and guided his mouth back on. Sometimes, babes needed a bit of help to latch. She sighed in contentment when he finally began sucking lazily, soothing himself and settling down against her. She smiled and continued stroking his hair, she'd always loved being a mother.
Aemond spied Rhaenyra touching herself, desperately wanting to lick the sheen of sweat coating her skin, but he was too entranced, hypnotized by the way her mouth parted. The precise, practiced pace at which her fingers took her pleasure so perfectly, coaxing her peak from her body, ruining her so beautifully. The way her lips parted, eyelids fluttered and she moaned, gasped out a name, quietly, lustily.
“Aegon,” she said and Aemond stiffened, his cock swelling even more, throbbing with eagerness to drive their bloody damned brother from her mind. For Aemond was the second son, but he could prove to his queen, his sister, that he could be her husband, her prince consort. That she didn’t need Aegon, but him. He who was the taller, the stronger, the more intelligent, the warrior who would fight for her, kill any man who wasn’t worthy to have his name uttered so sweetly from her lips. Rhaenyra was a goddess, born of dragonfire and dragonblood; a woman deserving of the ultimate devotion, and Aemond would worship her etherealness effortlessly, exquisitely, entirely.
For once he saw her upon his knees, felt his mouth, lips, and tongue upon her cunt; licking, tasting, taking her to heights her betrothed could not. Rhaenyra would be his, more than she was ever their uncle’s, their brothers. Just his, no one else’s. And he would burn everything, everyone, to have her.
“Do not lie to me, little brother.” Rhaenyra grasps his cheek with her hand, over the scar that pains him to this day—internally. “Tell me the truth of it…did you burn my husband? Did you burn our brother, Aemond?”
He places his hand over hers, staring deeply into her eyes with his only one. And he doesn’t have to say it, for she knows it to be true.
“Why?” Tears form in her eyes, and he wraps his fingers around her hand, holding on to it, not letting go. “Why do you hate him so, Aemond?”
Rhaenyra knows why though, but wants to hear him say it. But he remains silent, so she wrenches her hand away from his cheek and strikes him across the same place, slapping him as hard as possible. The sound echoes in the council chambers, loud and painful.
“You will never have me.” All her affection, her love leaving her voice, her throat thick with emotion. Tears fall fast down her face. “I will never love you as I love him.” Now Aemond’s eye fills with tears, and he swallows, mouth parting to speak, but she silences him with her hand around his throat, wanting to choke the life from him. “I hate you, Aemond Targaryen.” She seethes, squeezing his throat, then letting go abruptly, and he whines when she turns her back on him, walking away. And before she slams the door shut behind her she hears her little brother weep, like he did the night he lost his eye, and she was there to comfort him; promising to always be there to comfort him.
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After all this time I finally found someone who is as obsessed with nyramond as me.
Hi there! I'm so happy to receive a comment on my posts, it's been some time.
I'm also very glad to see another person shipping these two gremlins! 😝 I started with lucemond but while writing my story, this doomed pair (Aemond x Nyra) somehow happened. 🤭 I'm crazy about them and I noticed how less that 30 fics are in Ao3, which is truly a crime bc I'm sure they have their casual fans - if we rely on the book Aemond quotes ab Rhaenyra that was the thing that drew me to them in the first place - so I said 'fuck it' and started posting content of them on my blog. :)
You have no idea how happy your comment made me. I mean, you do now, obviously.
The way Aemond and Rhaenyra are portrayed in the show... people don't realise how hot their interactions can be. They bring a certain 'maturity' on the screen, unlike other Rhaenyra ships, which don't have the potential for that much angst and are more 'casual' looking, whereas nyramond has so much potential for me, exactly cause the actors themselves are so talented and they're taking massive advantage of the roles they've been given.
Daemon taking Baela, Rhaena, Luke and Jace to High Tide to wait for Corlys’ return leaving Rhaenyra alone at Dragonstone. So when Viserys does die, Alicent sends Aemond to Dragonstone with her offer for peace instead of Otto, knowing that Aemond is her “good son” who couldn’t possibly be capable of any form of depravity. (She doesn’t realize that just like Aegon, Aemond is slightly obsessed with his older sister.) 👁️ Aemond arrives at Dragonstone during the night, makes his way through the entirely unfamiliar castle and watches her from the shadows.
OH MY GOD !!!! creep aemond watches his sister masturbating mayhaps ?!? stroking his fist the harder she fucks herself with a bone cock (daemon gifted her with) she climaxes, calling out daemon'a name and aemond ejaculates, moaning so loudly like a little whore because it's the strongest orgasm he's ever had and the root cause is his lust for sister and uncle.
Aemond realizing that he’s been parentified and sooooo jealous of Rhaenyra’s kids because he sees just how good of a mother she is and he knows that he and his siblings will never get that from Alicent. And the line for him quickly begins to blur between being loved by Rhaenyra and being loved on by Rhaenyra.
