So firstly, Aemond has no idea what subspace is before this happens, but I do think he actually would have been sort of teetering on subspace for a while whenever you and he would spend quiet time alone? Like if he knelt for you or you let him rest his head on your chest or if you read to him. His mind just switches off and he lets himself relax and float, knowing that you’re there if anything happens.

Because if that, I think the first time it would happen would be one of those times that turned into sex? You were laying in bed with his head resting on your inner thigh. You had one hand in his hair, gently stroking and massaging his head and then you were reading something to him, usually something calming and familiar.

He was letting himself relax, but he also hadn’t seen you in a few days and while you were absolutely right when you saw him and said he needed to calm down with you before he did anything else, he is now calm and far far too close to your undergarments to not want to taste.

You see that coming from a mile away of course, Aemond can never hide his intentions with you. You wait until he starts to get squirmy and grinds against the bed before you give him permission to eat you out, which he immediately dives into the moment you let him.

He’s so good with it, and by the time you’re pulling him away from you he’s so turned on and so so needy.

You get him to lay on the bed then with his back against the headboard and you ride him. When you start he’s not in subspace, but he is just… really settled? There’s no urgency, no begging or gripping of your thighs. It’s like he knows now that when he’s this vulnerable you will always give him exactly what he needs, so he doesn’t beg or try to do anything, he knows you’ll make this perfect.

And you do, of course.

You start off riding him nice and slow, listening to all his little whimpers. It’s when you pick up the pace that you see something has changed.

The first thing you notice is that his grip on your hips tightens and then his hips buck up. You had told him not to move at all, so feeling his hips buck up into you surprised you, because he’d normally never ever disobey you like that.

You’re about to tell him off for that, but then you look at him and he’s just so clearly gone. He’s leaning his head against the wall, panting and whining and mumbling something in high Valyrian so soft that you can’t make out what he’s saying. You tell him to look at you and he only whines louder and bucks his hips again.

You gently take his jaw in your hand and directly him to look into yours and that’s when you know for certain that he’s in subspace. His eyes are all glossy and looking right past you. He mumbles in high Valyrian again and this time you’re able to actually make out the word.

Wife. He’s mumbling wife.

And well, you’re certainly not going to tell him off now.

You tell him he’s so pretty like this, which makes him whine again and then you start riding him properly once more. He no longer knows what to do with his hands, can’t seem to make his mind up. He’s grabbing your thighs then hips then breaths then face and repeating it over and over, like he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

You end up taking his hands and putting them on your waist, telling him to keep them there. He throws his head back in response and whimpers out something that sounded like “yes, wife, I will try” in high Valyrian. The poor thing seems completely incapable of English.

When you can see he starts to get close, you tell him immediately that he can cum because you really don’t want to risk how he might react if he came without permission and thought he disappointed you.

He’s so loud when he comes, whimpering and whining and saying “wife” and “thank you” over and over in high Valyrian.

The moment his orgasm is over, he’s straight into overstimulation because you’re still sitting on him, but he’s so pliant? He tries to push you off him, but it’s like he has absolutely no strength? He ends up kinda just weakly pushing against your hip.

You only ride him a little while longer and then get off because you don’t want to overwhelm him when he’s this vulnerable.

The moment you’ve rolled off him, he rolls to follow you and buries his head in your chest. He just holds you tight and whines and cries as he slowly comes down.

You ensure not to leave his side until you’re sure he’s recovered.

Princess Daenerra Targaryen is the youngest daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma Targaryen. On the day of her birth the princess was born to the King and Queen without any complication at all. Queen Aemma was able to birth her daughter very quickly. And it was there she blessed her baby girl with her name. "You... my sweet Daenerra." It was after her contractions started once more. While she attempted to push King Viserys held and doted on his baby girl. Until the cursed maesters told him they needed to cut her brother out. The birthing bed turned into a deathbed. The Queen bled out. And the Princesses twin brother did not live more than an hour.

Through the years the Princess grew as did her family. Soon after her birth the King wed Alicent Hightower. The new Queen who grew too busy with the court and children of her own didnt spare Daenerra much mind unlike Rhaenyra. Like Alicent, her sister Princess Rhaenyra chose not to participate in her younger sisters life. Seeing her as none other than, "My mother dead. For the sake of you." Even though she was repeatedly told by her father that Daenerra passed without complication and how it was her mother herself that named her. But alas. Where she didn't have a sister in Rhaenyra she made up for it by being apart of the lives of her green siblings. A year after Daenerras first name day her brother Aegon was born. Then not long after that. Helaena. Aemond. Daeron. They all greatly clung to her as they grew. Daenerra being one of the only people to keep Aegon in check. Daenerra being the ONLY one Helaena would seek out for physical comfort. To which gained her the ire of Alicent Hightower. Daenerra being the one to pick Tessarion for her brother Daeron as well as assist him with his dragon training. But when it came to Aemond it was different. Stronger. When Aemond was born it was noticed how attached he was to Princess Daenerra. The babe would get fussy if she were to leave the room. "Nerra no!" Little Aemond would scream. As if he believed she was never coming back unlike his mother. When Alicent would come and go it would be as if Aemond didn't notice her at all. Yet another child of hers that prefers Daenerra to her. Aemond would grow to be obsessed with Daenerra. A young man in love with the princess of his dreams both awake and asleep.

Aemond would learn to walk by holding onto his sisters hands and toddlling his fat little legs around the room. Viserys gave Daenerra much praise at this. While Alicent and Rhaenyra just frowned in the background. When Daeron was born and she would play with him Aemond would pout and throw tantrums. When she would try and calm him he would either wrap himself around her neck so she had to carry him or he would sit in her lap and pout while he played with her long hair. Mumbling how she was his big sister and how it is not fair that he has to share her with anyone. So she spent more time with him than anyone else.

As the years went by Daenerra became an aunt to three boys. Clearly not sired by their noble father though she never held it against them. The sons of Rhaenyra had been warned to stay away from their aunt. Their mother enforcing the idea that she is no good to be around. So as much as Daenerra attempted to build relationships with them she was denied. "Do not be so discouraged big sister. None of them deserve you." Aemond said to her one day. Daenerra smiled and kissed her brother on the cheek earning a toothy grin from him. Beaming with joy at the attention he's received. His hand holding his cheek scared the kiss would somehow fall off.

One day. Daenerra was met with her brother Aegon and her nephews coming out of the dragonpit one day and knew something was wrong by how they all were laughing. "Sister! Your beauty grows with each passing day." Aegon said to her. "Where's Aemond?" She asked. Luke snickered and said, "Riding his dragon." And there she immediately took off up the steps of the pit with Aegon calling after her. He had a growing lust for his elder sister like his brother. But since he was only a year her junior it was a strong sexual desire. Daenerra entered the pit to see a faint green color running deeper inside. "AEMOND!" She yelled out before running after him. It wasn't too long before she found him in front of Dreamfyre.

Aemond turned to sprint away and ran into his sister knocking them both over. Daenerra quick to get up helped her brother. Taking his hand they both run from the mature dragon. "Aemond. *hugs him* Oh baby brother. Are hurt?" She asks. To which he simply shook his head. She pulls him back into a hug and they stay like this for a while. Aemond stood in her embrace and crying into her chest. "Will you tell me what is the matter? What did those low lives do to you?" Aemond caught his breath and told her of what had happened with the pig. Daenerra took his face in her hands and used her cloak to clean his face. "You will have a dragon one day. And it shall more fierce than any of theirs. The day will come Aemond Targaryen. When you claim your birthright. Remember. Dragons are not just born to us. Our father claimed Balerion as a teen. As did Daemon with Caraxes. And his wife Laena with Vhagar. Even I brother. I was only six years when I claimed Silverwing. And I became the youngest dragon rider is history. So much so that the maesters recorded it. My name will forever be apart of Targaryen history because I was born dragonless. You will have a dragon." She reassured him. "I just want to be a real Targaryen." Daenerra leaned forward and kissed his forehead before speaking. "You will have everything you've ever wanted." Aemond and Daenerra hand in hand left the pit. Where she happened to save her brother from being taken to the Queen by a guard. And instead mounted Silverwing the Princesses mount. Taking off into the skies with Aemond giving him a front seat view.

A year after that the death of Princess Laena Targaryen was announced. And the night of her funeral on Driftmark solidified the division amongst the family. That night the fued was marked in blood as Aemonds eye was taken from him. The Princess was awoken by a servant and taken to the main hall to find Aemond mutilated. At the age of ten he lost his eye. Daenerra was fourteen. The second she saw him she fell at his feet and started to cry. Aemond couldn't help the smile of relief when he saw her. "What did you do?!" She yelled at her nephews. Aemond took her hand pulling her attention. "I claimed Vhagar." He smiled at her. She cupped his uninjured cheek making him lean into it for comfort. "You were right sister. My dragon is more fierce than any of theirs."

Daenerra stayed by her brothers side as the arguing started. "My sons are in line to inherit the Iron Throne your grace. This is the highest of treasons. Prince Aemond must be sharply questioned." Rhaenyra said making Daenerra look at her with disgust. All leading up to King Viserys shouting his demands and questioning Aemond. "Aemond. You will tell me the truth of what happened. Now." He started with before Daenerra interrupted. "Father. He is your son just as much as I or Rhaenyra are your daughters. And he has been mutilated. He does not need to be interrogated and bullied he needs to be coddled and nurtured. Just because Aegon, Helaena, Aemond, and Daeron are not children of our mother Aemma. Does not mean that they deserve your love any less than Rhaenyra or I." The room was completely taken aback by the Princesses rather honest and blunt words. Everyone staring at her. The king just stared at his daughter for a short time before turning and telling the children to make their apologies. And from that day on Daenerra was adopted as an honorary green. More so by Otto than Alicent. Otto recognizing she can be an ally since she has no love for Rhaenyra. The latter completely abandoning Daenerra if she hadn't already. For the next two years Daenerra dedicated herself to helping Aemond heal from his injury. Applying the balm to his face as directed by the maesters as Aemond demanded she do it. Only allowing her to see him without his eyepatch. She would also help him with his depth perception. Helping him relearn how to write and read. She was everything to him.

As time went on Daenerra took to her studies rather adept and serious. While Aemond preferred the studies of history Daenerra preferred the study of maps and lore. The myths and legends of the world outside of Westeros. At the age of seventeen Daenerra mounted Silverwing and flew across the narrow sea. Not in an attempt to run away but on a journey of discovery. When she returned several months later she had brought back ancient High Valyrian treasure as well as dragon eggs from the free cities. Dragon eggs that are not incubated won't hatch. And Daenerra took it upon herself to secure a bit more than a dozen eggs. Bringing them back to Kings Landing and giving them to the dragon keepers to take care of. Most of then hatching soon after.

Princess Daenerra Targaryen became a well known figure in the world. Due to her constant travels she learned new customs and languages. By order of King Viserys Daenerra became a political envoy for the crown. Being sent to other lands when strife arose or deals were to be made. She negotiated with lords, ladies, pirates, etcetera. She also had allies amongst the Iron Bank of Braavos. That alone made her a threat. The bank that holds the entire world in the palm of its hand making friendships with a Targaryen princess. A Targaryen princess that's sits on the neck of a dragon...

As time went on Daenerra would come and go from the Red Keep. She'd take on the back of Silverwing and fly away. The longest she's been away from the capital was a year. On a flight one day she encountered smoke in the sky. Flying towards the source she was met with a scorpion bolt from a pirate shit. She found herself in the middle of the war upon the stepstones where Lord Corlys Velaryon was fighting. Providing aid desperately needed she accidentally joined the war effort for a few moons. Flying back and forth from Lys to the stepstones. That was until Lord Velaryon was injured. While the lord returned to Driftmark Daenerra packed her bags and returned to Kings Landing. As she flew over the Red Keep she felt a sense of joy at returning home to her family. Landing at the Dragon Pit Daenerra dismounts as guards gather near. She reaches in her sattle bag and pulls out a hat before she sets Silverwing free. Never allowing her to be caged in the pit. "Princess Daenerra! We were not expecting you." A guard said. Now the age of twenty one she was admired by many men and women due to the curves developed over the years. Her sense of style not typical for a princess of her name.

Daenerra watched the people as she rode through the city. Admiring the simplicity of their lives before she arrives at the gate. Rolling through the gate she is greeted by a welcoming crowd made up of the greens and the rest of the court. All except her father. "Princess Daenerra Targaryen!" She was announced. Putting on her oversized hat and stepped out for everyone to judge see. Sticking out her left leg through the slit in her dress she immediately captures everyone's attention. Stepping out of the carriage her head remains down allowing her hat to shield her face from everyone. She can hear murmurs and a grin shoots across her face. "Princess. Welcome back." She hears Otto Hightower speak. She finally picks up her head allowing for a little more than half her face to be shown. Enticing a few gasps as her beauty was often compared to the maiden herself. The crystal blue eyes she gets from her mother and the striking silver hair made into a side bun. "It is good to be home my lord. Your grace." Alicent gives her signature fake smile. Silently judging her step daughter for her attire. She looks to the side to see her siblings standing there. Surprisingly even Aegon. Moving closer she is met with Helaena running into her wrapping her arms around her big sister. "I've missed you Daenerra." She kissed Helaenas head and held her hand while moving down to Aegon and Aemond. The latter looking very handsome in his dark green leather. "Sister. Your beauty is a great gift given to us all." Aegon says as he reaches to kiss her knuckles. "And you're sober. A delightful suprise." Her little brother was handsome. But he did not make her blush like her precious Aemond. Speaking of which. When she turned her head and looked up she met her brothers gaze. His lone eye in her opinion making his stare that much more intense. "Rytsas Aemond." (Hello) The look on his face is one of great joy. She could tell Aemond was restraining himself. If not for the public eye he would've been the first to run into her embrace. He'd lift her off the ground and spin her around until he'd become dizy. Just so she'd have to hold onto him a bit longer while he steadies himself. Aemond fidgeting unable to stand still. His usual calm and stoic demeanor cracking at the sight of his favorite big sister. "N.. Nyke missed ao sīr olvie. Nyke jorrāelagon naejot ȳzaldrīzes naejot ao. Kostilus rōva mandia?" (I.. I missed you so much. I need to talk to you. Please big sister?) He almost whimpers out that last part. She steps closer and puts her hands on his chest making him search her eyes looking for something burried beneath the surface. "Hen rhinka. Nyke missed ao tolī dōna valonqar. Nykeā handsome vala ao've grown ezīmagon."(Of course. I missed you too sweet boy. A handsome man you've grown into.) Aemonds legs almost give out under him. Before the party starts to make their way into the keep. Daenerra breaks away from the group and makes her way to her father's chambers.

"Kepa... Kepa. Ziry iksos Daenerra. Nyke emagon māzigon arlī naejot ao." (Father... Father. It is Daenerra. I have come back to you.) She stepped further into the room and was hit by the scent of medicine and stillness. Cobwebs on the model of Old Valyria. All the curtains closed. The life that once flooded this room was stomped out by darkness. Viserys lies in bed and recognizes the voice of his beloved baby girl. "My heart... *wheezes*" Daenerra comes closer and gently takes his hand. "Your beauty... is spoken of like a balad. A wondrous tale of... *wheezes* Tale of... perfection." He struggles to say causing a tear to fall down her face. "You were always such a poet papa." Daenerra sits and grabs a book off the side table. Time flies as reads to her father. So much so that she barely heard the sound of the chamber doors opening. Turning her head slightly she sees none other than Rhaenyra and Daemon enter the room. Stopping in their tracks slightly when their gaze falls upon Daenerra. "I shall come visit you later papa. Get some rest." She tucks him in a bit before she turns and walks towards the door. Her hat blocking her view of her sister before she steps in the way of her exit. "Dear sister! It is lovely to see you." Daenerra looks up at Rhaenyra like she doesn't understand what she said. "I hear you've made a name for yourself. Your travels accompanied by your action in the Stepstones." Daenerra just continue to stare before speaking. "Yes... hello Daemon." Daemon eyes her up and down. Daenerra recognizes this look. The look of sexual attraction. "I hear my title as King of The Narrow Sea has been challenged." He says to her with his usual shit eating grin. "Yes it seems I am your better. A shame uncle." She speaks before attempting to leave once more. "That is a lovely garment." Rhaenyra says. Slightly setting Daenerra off. "You should get one. Good evening." She takes no guff instead just allows her heels to click down the hall.

The further she goes she comes out to the balcony overlooking the training yard. And there she see Aemond sparing with Ser Cole. "I don't give a shit about tourneys. Nephews. Have you come to train?" Aemond speaks up. Daenerras eyes follow his gaze to two brown haired boys in the crowd she immediately recognizes. All before Ser Vaemond Velaryon was announced. An insufferable man who often questioned Daenerras place in battle. Dispite the face that most of their victories were due to her and Silverwing. It was then Aemond noticed Daenerra. Moving quickly up the steps towards before she immediately took off in the other direction. The chase was on.

Daenerra moved through multiple corridors before reaching her chambers. Resting on the door as she closes it with her chest raising and falling she knew it was only a matter of time. She steps down and places her hat on a mannequin head before the sound of her wall opening up pulls her focus. And here emerges Aemond practically throwing his sword to the floor before running towards Daenerra. Wrapping his hand around her throat before pulling her into a kiss. She wraps her arms around him pulling him closer. "I missed you sweet boy." She said between breaths. Aemonds hands ran up and down her body. Cupping her face to her breasts down to gripping her ass. Their tongues dancing upon each other's. Their breath swirling becoming one. Aemond begins kissing down her neck enticing moans from her. He wants her. Right now. But he breaks himself away. Resting his forehead on hers. "I've missed you much." He says into a sob. Daenerra shushes him and cups his face with both hands. "I am here now. My, my... look how handsome." Aemond blushes at this. Giggling like a giddy teenage girl. "My mother has asked to see me after my training today." Daenerra brings his head down to rest on her shoulder. Embracing him in a hug he needed so bad that he shuttered when he felt her warmth. Her breasts press against him. His longing was finally over. "Will you come see me tonight my love?" He immediately nods as he squeezed her body. His arms not wanting to let her go in fear she'd disappear again. "I don't want to go." He said sniffling into her shoulder. "Awww baby brother. Shhhh it's OK. I'm not going anywhere." He looks up and searches both of her eyes. "Promise?" He asks as a single tear falls from his eye. Daenerra wipes his tear away and lean forward. Capturing his lips with hers. His moans don't go unnoticed. Neither does his whimper when the kiss breaks. Or the fact that he attempted to chase her lips as she pulled away. Resting her forehead on his she speaks before she sends him off. "I promise. I will be here when you return. I swear it."

Later that night Daenerra has a bath drawn for herself. The scent of honey and vanilla poured in the practically boiling water. The wonderful smell filling the room. Daenerra wrapped in a red robe with her hair pinned up. Just before she was about to disrobe the sound of her wall opening again caught her attention. And in came Aemond once more. The second he closed the door he nearly trips over himself trying to get to her. He wraps his arms tight around her waist and thrusts her up into the air earning a few giggles from Daenerra which he treasures. "You're still here." He says muffled into her chest before sitting her on her bed. Kneeling on the ground in front of her not letting go. Burying his face in her belly. Daenerra runs her fingers through his hair earning a few moans from him. "Of course I'm here baby brother. I made a promise didn't I? Am I truly such a monster?" Her question makes his head shoot up and immediately start shaking his head no. "No of course not. Forgive I did not mean..." She interrupted him. "Tis alright my love. I am here. Just for you." She says. As she cups his face he looks up at her like a pup that needs love. She reaches behind his head and removes his eye patch to which he allows. She was the first person who ever saw him without it and she has never made him feel as lesser than. Partially to do for his loving obsession for her. "My handsome beautiful boy." She admired the sapphire. A gift given to him by her. On one of her many travels she came across the large stone and brought it back to Aemond as a gift for his thirteenth nameday. Also saving Aemond from Aegon. Who wanted to take him to a brothel. But instead he spent that night innocently wrapped in Daenerras arms. Claiming he had a nightmare. Knowing she used to always allow him to crawl into bed with her as a small child.

"I have had a bath prepared for us sweet boy. Will you join me?" He immediately nods and stands. Bringing their hands together as they walk to the washroom. The copper tub still steaming hot. "It's nice and hot. Just how you like it." She smiles up at him kissing his shoulder. Daenerra starts to undo his leather vest. Then his tunic underneath. Leaving him bare chested. She admires the muscles before laying a kiss to his chest cause him to shutter before meeting their lips. The kiss is strong and filled with passion. Lust consumes them both as Daenerra unties the laces to Aemonds trousers. He steps out of his boots and soon he is bare naked in front of her. His hands caress her body before anything else. Reaching into her robe feeling her flesh warm and supple just calling to him. Aemond pulls her robe open and cups her breast. Pushing her flesh up, bending down and capturing her nipple in his mouth. Daenerra arches her back and allows the robe to completely fall from her. Running her hands through his hair she pulls his hair tie off before asking him a question. "Shall we get in?" He nods. Holding her hand he assists her down into the tub before stepping in and laying his head on her chest. Wrapping his arms around her body. The scented oils calming him as he recognized them as her signature scents. After some time Daenerra picks up a sponge and begins to bathe him while he remains on her chest. "I am your only lover aren't I?" Aemond asks suddenly. "Of course you are. What made you ask me such a question?" Aemond hides himself in her neck before speaking. "Why must you leave me? Do you wish to have another?" Daenerra wraps her legs around him slightly bringing him closer. "I love you. You know that. And you are the only one I love. The only person I lay with. I would never betray you." Aemond looks up at her and nods. "I just... I hate it when you leave. It feels as if you're abandoning me sister. The sheer pain of having you gone. Watching you fly away from me cuts worse than anything. *sniffles* It hurts more then when those bastards took my eye from me. I need *voice breaks* you rōva mandia." (Big sister) Daenerra leaned forward and kissed Aemond on the forehead before looking him in the eye. "Why haven't you ever expressed this to me before?" He looks down in shame only for Daenerra to bring her hand down to his chin making him look at her. "I was afraid. I was afraid that you'd choose your freedom over me. Why would anyone choose me?" Daenerra shakes her head as she looks in his eye. A single tear hovering on the brink threatening to fall down his face. "You are brave, gallant, and stoic. You are wise, educated, and open-minded. You are beautiful. Are you loyal. You are true to your word. I would choose you. I do choose you Aemond. I love you." His tear long since fell into the water. Daenerra kisses away the ones that now flow freely. After some more time of cuddling and bathing each other Aemond starts to get more hands on.

Daenerra starts to feel him rubbing his hands along her hips. Still resting his head on her chest he slowly looks up at her to see her head resting on a pillow laying on the edge of the tub. He keeps this gaze and his hands move to the center of her thighs. Slowly creeping up higher watching as her mouth falls open. It's not until his hand makes the connection to her folds that she moans. Making him smile happily. Unabashedly he takes her nipple back in his mouth. Suckling like a greedy newborn babe. Fingering her in and out pulling gasps and moans that are like a sonnet to his ears. Kissing up her chest her head falls back down in time to capture his lips in hers. Nothing but the sound of water sloshing and the cries of the Princess. "I've missed you so much." Aemond let's out as he hovers over her face. Relentlessly he uses his hand to being her closer to the tip of her peak. Daenerra pulled Aemonds hair causing his eye to flick to the back of his head and whimper. Not stopping until her orgasm came crashing hard. Being controlled by the surrounding water they do not notice the mess that she makes. Slowing his hand Aemond connects their lips once more. "I've dreamt of this moment ever since you left. I want to taste you Rōva mandia. I've started to forget what *voice breaks* you taste like" (Big sister) Daenerra looks at him soothingly before telling him that he can have all of her. He swiftly exited the tub bringing his sister with him. Carrying her through the room he's practically running with all the eagerness of an impatient child. Gently setting her down he immediately hooks under her knees pulling her closer before pushing her legs back over her head. Taken by suprise she is then overwhelmed by the warmth and the vibrations of Aemonds mouth. The initial moan of satisfaction shooting through her. Aemond did not hold back as he devoured her. The sweet scent of vanilla and honey emanating from her skin. Making her folds taste like a sweet treat from the kitchens. He makes quite the mess. Every so often he pulls his face back and spits on her cunt before diving back in. Sucking hard and leaving hickeys on her skin surrounding it.

After a bit her he releases her. She sits up looking up at him. And he reaches down to touch her chin. Running his hand down the side of her face he licks his lips. The taste of her still lingers. "You just know how to make me feel so good don't you Aemond?" Daenerra asks him. Earning a whimper to fall from his lips. Daenerra stands on her knees on the bed. Wrapping her arms around his neck and his around her waist, they kiss. "My sweet. *kiss* Sweet. *kiss* Boy." The lust in his eye is palpable. His breaths are rapid as he pouts and runs his hands up and down her body. Hes moaning, groaning, and whimpering. As if he is about to cry which Daenerra picks up on. Running her hands up his chest. One remains tangled in the fluff of his chest hair while the other cups under his eye soothing him once more. He closes his eye and rubs his face against her hand like a kitten purring with saftey and satisfaction. "Lay on the bed for me my love." Aemond nods and practically leaps onto the bed getting comfortable before Daenerra smiles at his obedience. "Ao issi such nykeā olvie valonqar." (You are such a very good boy)

Minutes later Aemond remains in bed moaning and gasping. His breath broken and heavy. He looks down at the sight of Daenerra sucking on his balls while jerking him off. Both balls just full of him and she knows to take care of him this way without being asked. For Aemond would have to muster up all his courage to even get the few words out before she would finish his thought. Then finish him. "Sister... f.. fuck..." She chuckles with him still in her mouth before licking from underneath his balls to the tip of his beautiful length. The tip of his cock a blushing pink with the perfect amount of extra skin. Daenerra constantly showing it love for she knows how much her baby brother loves it. And she has missed him just as much as he did her. Aemond guides her head with his hand and she follows. He loves an excessive amount of her saliva pooling underneath him. She looks up at him in time to catch his eye. Staring at her he leans forward and pulls her into a wet kiss. "Please let me take you again. I can not wait any longer." He cries desperately to her. "So impatient. You always have been in a rush haven't you my love?" She rubs his face. Kissing back down his chest she swings her leg over him until his cock is in her face and her cunt in his. Aemond immediately tastes her once more whimpering into her folds. While she continued to urge him further. This only makes Aemond work harder. Focusing on her clit sucking harshly. And when he started fucking his fingers into her. She realized he wouldn't stop until she came all over his face. "So eager. *moans* So greedy." She spits out at him and she starts to grind her hips on his lips. She takes his cock in her hand and starts to jerk her wrist. Her body falters for a moment at the sensation of Aemonds sharp cut jaw flicking her clit as he uses his mouth. His nose burried inside of her. He can not get enough. Opening his eye he notices her ass hole. Clean and pink. Perfect. The urge to stick his tongue in her ass is great. "Ohh baby brother do not stop." His ears perk up as she speaks. Instead he goes harder with his mouth. But he also takes his wet fingers and sticks them in her ass causing her to roll her eyes back and moan. He feasts on her like she is his last meal which results in her spilling herself all over his face. Her moans calling out as his groans full her ears. But he doesn't stop. Not until Daenerra picks herself up off his chin causing him to whine in protest. She laughs in response before straddling his hips.

"Calm yourself." She reprimanded him. Aemond palms at her ass before he leans forward to press kisses to her breasts. "Please forgive me sister. I promise I will behave just please allow to have you." He practically whined. Daenerra holds eye contact as she spits in her hand before reaching behind her body. Slowly but surely stroking Aemond. He moans. And he takes her nipple in between his teeth causing Daenerra to hiss. She slithers her fingers in-between his hair strands before yanking his head back. Making him release and look up at her with a whimper. He stares at the goddess on top of him and craves to do anything in his power to bind himself to her in more than blood. To wed her in the way of their ancestors. To keep her cunt on a regular supply of his seed. So no matter where she goes, she will always carry him inside. Never has she allowed him to do it. The only way he could spill inside of her was that of her mouth or her plump behind. Burying himself inside her ass until he saw himself dripping out of her. Speaking of. Aemond is pulled from the thought of breeding her by Daenerra herself. "Which do you want this evening my love?" Meaning would he rather fuck her cunt and finish on his or her belly/chest or bury himself in her ass as he just imagined. Aemond hmms. "I wish to spill into your cunt. Please sister!" He's sadly met with her shaking her head as well as a tsk tsk tsk. "You know the rules Aemond." He pouts and whined in protest. "Now is this how a well behaved boy should act?" She reprimanded him. He immediately shook his head and buried his head into her chest apologizes for his bad behavior. So much so that he starts to cry in fear she might punish him by leaving. "Please don't leave me again! I will behave. I.. I will do anything you want. I. I.. *hyperventilating* N.. Nerra."

She knew what she was doing to him. Aemond has always had the compulsive need to prove himself. He had to claim a dragon to take the title of a Targaryen. He claimed the largest in the world. He had to be the fastest. The strongest thust he trains with the sword daily. The smartest. Aemond was determined. But most of all he was determined to win his sisters heart. He needed her. Daenerra cups his face and begins to soothe him. Spreading kisses all around his face especially on his scar. "I am not going anywhere. Look at me. *smiles* My handsome prince. I am here with you. I love you soooo much. Now. Do you know how you can be a good boy for me?" Aemond looks into her eyes with need and lust. Awaiting her answer so he knows best to please her. She leans in. Her breasts pushed up against him as she whispers in his ear. "Fuck me like a whore on the streets of silk." Followed by licking the shell of his ear. Aemonds eager whimper says it all. Not to mention when he immediately took his cock in hand and flicked back and forth from her ass to her cunt debating on which to choose. Soon choosing the latter. The feeling of her wet folds sucking him in made another tear fall from his eye. Immediately he starts thrusting into her. "Just as I remember." He says to himself. Daenerra bounces on him relentlessly. Skin slapping. Her moans. Her tits bouncing in his face. It's almost too perfect. "My sweet boy is a man grown." She says to him. Aemond leans forward wrapping his arms around her body to keep her on him as he takes her nipple again. Pure ecstacy. Aemond looks up at her. Her head thrown back and her mouth wide open spewing such beautiful sounds. He hesitates. But then he decided to take charge. If only for a single moment. Without warning Aemond flips them over so he is on top with Daenerra on her back. She looks at him with a bit of shock before he begins fucking her once more. "Oh?" He looks at her with fear that he's overstepped but then the smile appears. "I like that Aemond." She liked it! He thought. A brighter smile appeared on his face at her words and he leans in to capture her lips. "Do more." Do more? Her words rang through his head. And then suddenly he put his hand around her throat choking her. Daenerras eyes rolled back and her tongue stuck out slightly so. It was safe to assume that is what she meant. All of that and Aemond just began pounding harding making her scream with little sound escaping. This acceptance adds confidence. Causing Aemond to suddenly slap her. Shocking them both. He was going to apologize before she spoke. "Harder." He follows her instruction. "Harder." He does again. And she loves it. In normal circumstances Daenerra is the one in charge of him and what he does. But now...

Aemond remains on top. A good grip remains around her throat and his eye on her face. Not to mention her bouncing tits. Her moans of his name it's like a symphony flowing through his ears. And he knows it's from him taking some control of her. And he wonders if he can convince her in this state. "Say you're mine." His voice in this moment is like a smooth and sweet wine. Pulling something from her. "I am yours Aemond!" He slowly starts to smile at her words. "You belong to me. And only I. Say it!" Before Daenerra can say anything, without warning Aemond picks her up and flips her onto her belly. Immediately lining himself with her and beginning to fuck her once more making her mewl. Aemond holding himself up on his fists as he fucks her deep. "SAY IT!" He repeated. Daenerra is a cloud of ecstacy repeats after him. "I belong to you!" Aemonds face is struck with glee and bliss. So much so that he gets the sudden confidence to break the rules set by Daenerra.

"We would have the most beautiful children." His words pour into her head and she knows what he wants. "Aemond." She tries to reprimand him but it's hard to do with such pleasure. "We... we could have a dozen. Pure blood... silver haired babes running around us." She tries to say again but she can't speak when he is constantly focusing on hitting that spot inside that works her up so much. "Is that what you want?" He leans down to whisper against her ear. Daenerra barely responding. Nothing but moans coming from her throat. "Perhaps we will start off with a little princess hm?" He asks making Daenerra clench on him. He picks up the pace making her cry out. Aemond reaches one hand around to grip her throat which caused her to basically fall prey to his every whim. "Perfection is what you are. And you are mine to have. To take." It isn't long before she starts shaking. "Ae.. Aem..." He smiles at the realization they are about to cum together. For he is also on the brink. "Let us do it together. My Queen." He says as his thrusts get sloppy. Cumming... cumming... cumming... First by Daenerra. Her orgasm hitting her like a tsunami just gushing out onto Aemond. "Fuuuuuck!" And then Aemond immediately after. His orgasm breaking him completely. His strength leaving him. "NERRA!!! Mine! Mi.. *huffing* Mine mine mine mine mine." He falls limp on top of her. His arms wrap around her torso holding her there for as along as possible. His cock still burried deep inside of her cunt. Their breathing and the crackle of the fireplace all that's heard. Aemond presses kisses to her back and Daenerra realized what's just happened.

Cursing under her breath she has Aemond pull out of her before she turns over to lay on her back. Aemond attempts to rest himself on her chest but is stopped. "You know the rules." She reprimanded. Aemonds head falls in shame. "You are not to spill yourself inside of my womb. Now I must steal ingredients from the maesters tower in order to make moon tea." Aemonds head immediately snaps back up. "No!" He yells. Daenerra sits up and wraps her hand around his throat to quiet him. "I should punish you." That does it.

Aemonds tears start falling down his face. His lip quivering. And he feels so ashamed of himself he just wants to disappear. "Please forgive me. I don't want to lose you again please! I.. I.. I... *hyperventilating*" Daenerra decided that instead of punishing him that she would do a different approach. "Come here." Aemond immediately wraps himself around her body. His head burries in between her breasts and tears run down her body. He just sobbed and begged for her forgiveness. She stayed silent and just ran her fingers through his hair laying kisses to his head. After some time of crying Aemond starts to calm down.

Viserys kept her around when he became King, being fond of the women and knowing that she would never do anything but protect his family. She never could have foreseen one of the Kings children being her mate, though she hid it very well knowing that she could never leave now even if she actually wanted to. No need to let them know that, can’t let humans have the upper hand. Historically that hasn’t gone well for supernatural species.

Aemond, as a human, couldn’t feel the bond (though he would-should he become a vampire) but he was desperately in love with her anyway. Y/n suspected it had something to do with Alicent being a terrible mother to her children and Aemond’s “Mommy Issues” but also the fact that she was the one who comforted him every time his elder brother and nephews ridiculed him once again for his lack of dragon. Y/n didn’t want to make the young boy attached to her but she hated seeing her small mate in pain and every time she was forced to hear his cries her undead heart cracked once again.

The older he got the more distance she attempted to maintain, especially after the Queen made it clear that she did not appreciate her son growing attached to a “monster”. However the night that Aemond lost his eye, she may as well have broadcast how protective of the Targaryen Prince she really was…she practically did.

Y/n was awoken in her bed to the sound of knights running up the corridor and even worse than that, the heavy, delicious scent of her mates blood, quite a lot of it. When she sped down the halls and into the room she was stunned to find a Maester stitching up Aemond’s face. Luke had what appeared to be a broken nose and all of the children besides Aegon and Helaena were disheveled, though the only one bleeding copious amounts of blood was for some reason her mate.

“What happened?!” She demanded, storming in towards the scene, noting that the Maester was stitching up a missing eye (while said eye sat in a bloody dish).

“Y/n!” Aemond exclaimed, reaching his hand out for her comfort, comfort that he had not received in months since his mother insisted she avoid her son at all costs several months before. This time however, Y/n couldn’t have done it if she had wanted to and Aemond felt at least some form of relief from his favorite persons touch again.

“Oh sweet boy! What’s happened to you?!” She cooed, knowing the needy boy just craved affection and that now more than any other day, he needed it. His mother was in no place to comfort her son as she was snapping at anyone in the vicinity, angry at everyone it seemed.

“I claimed a dragon…” he mumbled into her ear as she hugged him, careful not to touch the injured side of his face. “I rode Vhagar…they said I stole her and attacked me. I admit I didn’t say the nicest things but they all attacked me and Luke…there was sand in my eyes and then he…” He was trying not to cry desperately, not wanting to seem weak in front of this women that was the epitome of strength, and that he was desperately in love with but she held him tighter and he allowed himself to cry for several moments until the doors opened and everyone else began arriving-Corlys and Rhaenys, the King himself who was looking rougher and smelling more and more of death every day in Y/n’s eyes (the scent of his blood was completely revolting), and finally Rhaenyra and…Daemon? Together? Y/n found that interesting…but not shocking.

“It’s alright sweet boy, breathe. It is alright to cry if that is what you need, if our bodies weren’t meant to cry then they wouldn’t be able to, now would they?” This made the boy smile slightly, though he winced in pain as soon as he did as his face moved.

Aemond held tightly to her hand as Alicent shouted at everyone and Rhaenyra tried to justify her sons actions. The King demanded Aemond tell him where he had heard Jace and Luke being called ‘bastards’ and he quickly blamed Aegon who made it clear that everyone in the room knew. “Could any word, any insult of any kind justify having your eye carved from your head? He was called a foul word and so he sliced his Uncles face with a blade he brought to an ambush, 4 on 1 which was clearly the intention. How is being called a bastard-which shouldn’t matter if it is not true- worth this?” Y/n questioned, everyone instantly shocked as most had never heard her say more than 5 words at once.

“It is treason!” Rhaenyra snapped.

“Oh, come off it! A word is not fucking treason, trying to murder a Prince however, now that is treason, a crime which Lucerys has clearly committed. If anyone should be sharply questioned it should be him.” Once again, everyone was stunned including Aemond who was looking up at Y/n as if she hung the stars in the sky herself just for him.

“Enough! The matter is finished! I will have No More of this infighting!” The King snapped, Aemond once again holding tight to Y/n who stroked his hair softly, everyone shuffling off to bed once Alicent had ‘calmed down’.

“Can you heal him?” The mother asked Y/n as they stood at Aemond’s bedside, the boy looking up at her hopefully.

“I can heal the injury, yes but I cannot grow body parts back, the scar will remain no matter what I do…I’m sorry sweet boy.” Aemond held her hand firmly as his mother huffed angrily, storming off to find the Maester once her son had gulped down the milk of the poppy.

“It is not your fault…it is Luke’s. And he will pay for making me a monster, I swear to the Gods he will!” Y/n’s eyes widened and she forced Aemond to look at her.

“You are not a monster! You are scarred, that is all. Plenty of men have scars and many women find them attractive. One day you will meet a wonderful noble lady and she will love you for everything that you are, sweet boy.”

“Do you?” Aemond asked and she looked at him curiously. “Do you like men with scars?”

“Oh…yes. It shows women how strong he is, that he will be good at protecting them and their family…sadly I will never have that. However, just like you will meet a wonderful lady, I will find myself a vampire to be with one day…I’m sure...” She said it even though she didn’t believe a word she was saying.

“I want to be a vampire some day. You could turn me and I could stay with you forever!” He smiled, pulling her to lay down beside him in the large bed, his mind clearly becoming foggy thanks to the milk of the poppy. She hesitated but it felt nice to be close to her mate, to know after he had been injured so grievously that he was completely safe in her arms as he rested his head on her shoulder. “We can go anywhere we want now that I have Vhagar, nothing would be able to stop us.”

“Never sweet boy…you sleep now. Have sweet dreams.” She encouraged but he was already asleep, his face nestled into her neck in a vulnerable position she would only ever trust her mate to be in.

About a year after that Y/n was sent to Dragonstone by the King. There had been an attempt on Rhaenyra’s life and he wanted the Vampire to protect his daughter and her family.

Aemond protested loudly but it did nothing and she was still “made” to go. Y/n didn’t do anything she didn’t want to but she wanted to make sure that Aemond had time and space to grow into the perfect man she knew he would, one who was attracted to more women than just her and would be happy in his marriage. She couldn’t force him into this mating bond-she wouldn’t! Y/n also did not appreciate the idea of a man telling her what to do, male vampire mates are dominant and aggressive in a way humans cannot even fathom, which is why she avoids males and mated pairs like the plague.

They had fallen out of contact after Aemond had turned 13 and she knew he had found…other interests. A 13 year old boy does not want to write letters to a grown women while he can be pursuing girls his own age. It still hurt however and she knew, as they traveled back to Kings Landing because Corlys could not keep himself from nearly getting killed, that she needed to stay away from Aemond.

It was much easier said than done.

Jace and Luke had dragged Y/n with them to the training yard, a place they never spent much time at on Dragonstone as they believed they had not only their dragons but a vampire to protect them.

She stood back as they reminisced over their good times in the yard, though she would not call being really bad at everything “good times”. Her attention was only drawn when she smelled him, his scent having evolved over the years. It was stronger now, more manly and…heavy. Y/n was instantly obsessed with it and quickly needed to control herself, clamping down on her instincts as strongly as she could-her instinct right now being to shove a bloody wrist into his mouth and change him, leaving him with no choice but her-she refused to do that no matter how tempting it was. She had always felt drawn to Aemond as her mate, however she severely underestimated how intense being physically attracted to him would be for the first time now that he was grown.

‘Nephews. Have you come to train?’ He asked the boys who stiffened, moving back towards her to ensure their safety. ‘Hello darling…you haven’t changed a bit!’ He grinned, stepping closer before she stepped back.

‘You have my Prince…you are grown. You should get back to your training session, I would not want to cause a distraction.’

Okay, so maybe she was a bit upset that he stopped writing her, but honestly it had hurt her feelings. Just because she’s a vampire does not mean that she has no feelings, she had feelings and they’re so much stronger than any normal human could possibly imagine. She walked back into the castle being followed by Rhaenyra’s idiot sons that she dubbed such as they did not like to work for things that they knew would be theirs. Does anyone think that Luke will be fighting for his own inheritance? Of course not, his mother will do it for him like every other day.

Y/n was given her own room and she quickly found it, grabbing herself some peasant clothes and making her way back out of the Keep and into the streets.

She found herself a meal in the form of 2 would be rapists and sent the woman (unharmed but for some torn clothes) on her way while she ate her meal. Their blood was laced with horrible ale, making Y/n resent getting accustomed to fine wine and delicious human food.

‘Are you enjoying yourself, my love?’ She spun around to see her mate under a cloak, hiding his hair and eye patch.

‘Have you lost your mind?!’ She snapped. ‘What are you doing here?!’

‘I wanted to see you. You would not speak to me and I-‘

‘If you remember correctly my Prince, you would not speak to me! You stopped writing, I have just continued the level of communication that you wanted and now it is time to get the Prince of the Realm back home! Start walking!’ She growled, pushing him forward before storming back towards the Red Keep, having her elbow grabbed and being shoved against a wall while thinking about how lucky he should consider himself, he would be the only person she ever allowed to do such a thing.

‘Please stop this, I am sorry Y/n! Truly sorry, you cannot possibly-‘

‘Understand?’ She cut him off. ‘I have been alive for a very long time Aemond-longer than you ever will-do-‘

‘I Was Ashamed!’ He raged, eyes hard as he looked down at her from where he stood, nearly a foot taller than her now. ‘My brother took me to a brothel and I…I was ashamed of what happened to me!’

In that moment Y/n felt her heart crack in 2, her mate had been hurt, had been assaulted and it had been his own brothers fault. ‘Aemond…why would you not just tell me? I would never judge you for that sweet boy, that is not your fault! Just because most men think with their cocks, it doesn’t mean you need to enjoy everything and someone forcing you is not okay!’ She pulled him down to her and hugged him firmly, allowing him to cling to her as she knew he had missed. ‘Take me to this brothel Aemond. Now.’ She demanded, taking his hand in hers and pulling him towards the silk street.

‘No! I don’t want you anywhere near there, those men-‘

‘Will have their heads popped like zits if they touch either one of us. Now point it out! Or do you want me to get upset with you-‘

‘No! No, no. It’s over there.’ He mumbled, pointing at a building that definitely looked like a brothel.

‘Now, you point these ladies out to me. How many of them touched you?’ His face turned a deep shade of red that disappeared under his cloak and she was curious to see how far it went.

‘Y/n, I don’t…2 of them.’ He realized that she was going to get her answers one way or another and it would just be easier to give them to her. ‘Her.’ He spoke silently as a women opened the door, her eyes lighting up as she saw him.

‘It’s been a long time…my my, how you’ve grown.’ She flirted and Y/n felt her fangs growing from her gums.

‘Hello. This is a tad embarrassing to admit but my man and I are having some…troubles…in the bed chamber and I had hoped the women that were so good to him before would be willing to…teach me how to please him? I can pay you both handsomely.’ She promised and the woman’s eyes lit up, taking her hand and pulling her inside.

‘What are you doing?’ Aemond whispered, leaning down to her and keeping his hands on her waist protectively which the beastial part of her vampire brain loved.

‘No one hurts my sweet boy and lives. I would have killed them a long time ago if you had just told me the truth, no more secrets.’ They were escorted into a separate area with a large bed in the middle, curtains being drawn shut behind and Aemond’s hands clamped down on Y/n’s waist tighter than she believes he meant to. ‘You’re safe with me Aemond, I will never let anyone hurt you again.’ She promised, taking his face into her hands and making sure he saw how serious she was before he suddenly connected their lips together roughly.

He was awkward and didn’t quite know what he was doing so instead of pushing him away and make him feel rejected, she grabbed the back of his neck and took control of the kiss which had him whimpering, clinging to her waist before a throat cleared. ‘Oh wow, you were right Sylvie…not such a little thing anymore, are you?’ The new women in the room giggled and it took everything to keep her vampire visage from showing.

‘Why don’t you go ahead and get undressed and we’ll get started.’ Sylvie told the vampire and she nodded, pushing Aemond to sit.

‘You just relax sweet boy, I’m going to take care of the ones that hurt you. I promise.’ She ignored the clear tent in his pants before unlacing her dress, pulling it down her body and dropping her small clothes as well to leave her completely bare. There is something to be said about the feeling of feeding (especially messily) when you can get it all over your skin. It makes a vampire feel…free.

‘Leona can get him ready for you, you come here for me.’ Sylvie instructed but Y/n grabbed Leona’s hand tightly before she touched Aemond.

‘No. This is about teaching me, only I touch him, he is mine.’ She tried to keep the growl from her voice but she knew that she had failed as they looked quite startled.

‘Of course! It is your coin, whatever you desire.’ With that Sylvie turned to undress and Y/n grabbed Leona by the throat.

The ship ride had been long and annoying, full of nothing to eat considering the royal family would never offer up their own blood for their protector-why would they?

‘You will not scream, not make a sound. You will not flee…I’m going to save you for last. You seem like you’ll taste better…cleaner.’ She compelled and Leona looked terrified but had no choice but to stay in the bed as Y/n turned back to Sylvie. When she looked back the vampire grabbed ahold of her throat and cut off her scream at seeing her true face. ‘It’s terrifying to look at, isn’t it? Even the whole of the royal family hasn’t seen what I truly look like. It’s meant to make preys final moments terrifying you see…fear makes the blood…exquisite.’ She laughed, watching the women gasp for air as she tried to claw at her face resulting in fangs sinking into her hand and taking off 2 fingers which dropped onto the bed, her screams unable to come out as she held Sylvie’s airway so firmly. ‘You hurt my boy.’ Y/n growled, pinning her down to the bed, blood now covering her bare torso as she continued trying to push her away with her 3 fingered hand. ‘His elder brother told you to and so you didn’t care how he felt…did you ask if he wanted you to fuck him?’ She was gapping like a fish out of water, clawing at porcelain skin. ‘Answer Me!’ She roared and Sylvie flinched, shaking her head as best she could. ‘No, of course not. Why would you? You had gotten your money and every boy wants to fuck any women any time, don’t they? Yeah? Horseshit! Men can be assaulted just like girls and you assaulted him…admittedly no one would have cared if it wasn’t for me. But I do, I care very much. And I’m going to kill you both for it.’

Tears leaked from her eyes as claws dug into her shoulder, ripping down her chest and gashing her open, more dark blood spraying all over the bed. ‘Y/n? You don’t have to-‘

‘Maybe you should wait outside sweet boy, this could be too much for you.’ She told him before releasing the woman’s throat and burying sharp fangs into her neck, downing the rest of her blood-though she was much too weak to make a sound now.

As Y/n was distracted she did not notice the other girl having pulled a dagger from behind the pillows, but Aemond did. He grabbed her before she could touch the vampire woman and fought with her for a second before the blade was thrust up and buried into his throat. It was only when she smelled his distinct scent that she turned to find him bleeding from a gaping hole in his neck prompting her to punch the girl in the side of the head, her collapsing unconscious instantly before she caught Aemond who tried to stumble back, holding his throat tightly.

He opened his mouth, blood spewing from his neck as he tried to make a sound. ‘Scared…’ he choked, coughing blood all over his mouth and chin.

‘Shh, don’t talk sweet boy, it’s okay. Just drink, I need you to swallow for me quickly before you die! Just drink, it’s alright, I’m right here’’ She insisted, ripping open the veins in her wrist roughly and shoving it into his mouth. He painfully swallowed as she instructed, his bloody hand reaching up to touch her face as he was seeing her vampire visage for the first time. He didn’t look afraid as he touched her, fingers trailing the dark veins under her eyes before his hand fell and she realized his eye had gone glassy and his heart had stopped.

Fuck!

She removed his cloak and weapons from him but left his clothes on, mate or not she did not want to make him uncomfortable in anyway, before settling him on the clean pillows off to the side of the large bed. The younger girl woke up before Aemond and Y/n compelled her quickly, wiping off the bits of blood that had landed on her before having her leave the bed and fetch them the things they would need.

It was about an hour before he opened his eye, just as she started getting worried that he hadn’t actually injested any of her blood. He groaned as he sat up, stretching before his body froze, nostrils flaring and eyes shooting open to lock onto her with a truly wild look in them. ‘Calm down Aemond, you’re going to behave! You need to feed before anything else or you will die again and this one will be permanent.’ He gave no indication that he understood her as he watched her take hold of the girl and drag her over to him, slicing into her neck with a claw. ‘Drink sweet boy, now!’ His eyes widened a bit, stunned by her demands and she could understand why as he did what she said, draining the whore quickly.

Male vampires are dominant creatures-Aemond is not. Not really anyway. Now his natural instincts and feelings are battling with his new ones, though Y/n knew that she could fix that just fine. ‘Y/n, you-‘

‘I know. I tried to keep you from this, I shouldn’t have brought you here and I’m sorry-‘ he lunged forward, shoving her back onto the bed and growling, nuzzling his face into her throat.

‘I was meant to be with you, I always knew it…but you tried to keep me away? You didn’t want me to-‘

‘I wanted you to live a normal life, Aemond! A happy life where you could have a wife and children of your own, I can never give that to you!’ She snarled, flipping them both over and pinning him this time. ‘I didn’t get to choose this life! This was done to me, no one gets a choice! I just…I didn’t want to force this Hell on you just because I was greedy. I love you sweet boy, I always have. Admittedly you made it a bit more challenging to stay away from you by growing up.’ She teased making him smile. ‘I can still teach you how to act, you can be a Prince as you’re supposed to be. Children won’t be possible any longer but a marriage-‘

‘A marriage to anyone but you is out of the question and I would be happy to be the one to tell my Grandsire…mine!’ He snarled, pressing his lips to hers again much harder this time.

‘Stop! Stop-Not here! Not in this place so full of horrid memories for you sweet boy-‘ he snarled instantly making her growl and cut him off. ‘You are and always will be my sweet boy, being a vampire does not change that. It’s what you want and it’s what I want. Might as well just get used to it now…then again, you don’t have much time. We need to get back to the Keep.’ She knew that they needed to hurry to make the succession hearing on time, she’ll just have to keep Aemond extra close to ensure he doesn’t get too…excited.

Though training a baby vampire hadn’t been on her to do list anytime soon…historically, they’re not very well behaved children.

Y/n stood beside Aemond in the hall to ensure he did not lose himself if someone started bleeding. Rhaenyra and Daemon gave her odd looks but she tried to ignore it, instead listening to Vaemond argue for why he should take over Driftmark instead of Luke.

Rhaenyra had only just started arguing for her son when the doors opened and a guard introduced the King prompting her to pull Aemond behind her now, nearly shoving Aegon off his feet in her rush. ‘Hold your breath!’ She demanded and he looked at her confused. ‘You will not handle the smell of your father well at all, hold your-‘ at that moment Y/n was overwhelmed with the stench of foul death and Aemond gagged.

‘What is that?!’ He whisper shouted down at her, Aegon now locked onto their conversation and trying to catch up through his near constant drunken haze.

‘That is the scent of death, his blood is practically toxic and it is so much worse than last time, he’s literally decaying-oh God!’ She shoved down the bile that rose in her throat and held her breath as Aemond did.

‘Wait-are you…?’ Aegon questioned prompting Aemond to glare and pull her closer possessively. ‘Holy Shit! I knew it would happen, I knew it! Hey, I want to be a vampire as well-‘

‘You by my side for eternity? I can think of nothing worse.’ Aemond responded before they all quieted down, the King panting heavily as he questioned why people were discussing a settled succession. ‘Oh dear, he’s going to get himself killed.’ Her mate chuckled while Vaemond was calling Rhaenyra’s boys bastards.

‘Yes, maybe we should-Dammit Daemon!’ Y/n hissed, the top half of a Vaemond’s head splattering against the floor in a bloody mess, his tongue hanging out of what used to be his face, blood spraying out of the now flat surface that was previously his skull. She grabbed ahold of Aemond before he lunged and Aegon moved to grab his other arm as well (which while it was appreciated and a nice sentiment of wanting to protect his little brother, would only end up with his bones being snapped if Aemond grabbed or pulled him too hard).

‘Y/n…my old friend…what…is the problem?’ Viserys questioned, his voice laced with pain.

‘No problem at all my King, the Prince is just feeling a bit under the weather. I shall escort him back to his chambers-‘

‘It seems to be a tad more than that.’ Daemon teased though his tone held anger as well prompting Aemond to growl, not liking any man anywhere to speak to his mate like that.

‘You seem to know the answer already Daemon, yet you tease like an idiot. Maybe you could handle him yourself, yes?’ She wondered, releasing her iron grip and watching her mate rocket into the warrior Prince who instantly fought as hard as he could but could not even move a muscle as his nephew pinned him to the floor.

Just as he was about to dig his fangs in she grabbed ahold of the back of his neck and pulled him back. ‘Mate! You heard him, he-‘

‘I know, and yet you’re going to release him anyway…Now!’ She demanded and he detached himself from his Uncle.

‘You’ve turned my son into a-‘ as if Aemond was prepared for exactly what his mother was going to say he cut her off quickly.

‘She saved me mother! I had a dagger shoved into my throat and my mate saved my life! You will not speak to her like that, no one will, or I will ensure you never speak again!’ He threatened.

‘Apologies my Queen, he is as of yet unable to control his rage, controlling any emotion takes time. We will work on it.’ She swore, pulling him back to the other side of the room. ‘Though I do recommend controlling your sons, Princess. If they antagonize him like they normally do I cannot ensure their safety, therefore you must ensure that they behave themselves.’ Rhaenyra looked at Y/n completely stunned before she turned back to the King, Aemond now turning his attention to the blood pooling all over the floor. ‘I will take him to the Black Cells and allow him to gorge himself before dinner tonight, he will be in complete control by then…probably…’

The King looked curious but clearly unable to do much anymore, the pain being too much. ‘Go.’ He waved them off and Y/n grabbed ahold of her mate and pulled him from the hall.

‘I do not like the way he looks at you.’ Aemond speaks as they descend into the dungeons.

‘Your father? He is nothing more than a dear friend, though watching his life has been a disappointment, I had always expected him to be a much better father-‘

‘No! Daemon! He leers at you and I do not appreciate-‘

‘Enough Aemond. You need to take control of your emotions instead of letting them control you! You will not make it as a vampire if you cannot control your anger. I will help you, and I do not expect you to thrive the first night, but you need to try. Now, 3 should be plenty. Eat.’

Aemond paused a moment, looking over the now confused men in the cell, only moving to grab one of them when he lunged for Y/n. He was determined to be strong enough to protect her, no matter how hard he had to work. Hard work had never been a problem for Aemond, he was no stranger to it.

‘Slow down.’ Y/n instructed and he fought hard with himself to unlock his jaw and pull away from his meal, eyes looking back up at her and seeing perfectly in the dark Black Cells for the first time in his life. He can also see why you would want it so dark, it is absolutely disgusting down here, and the rats are huge. ‘Take a breath and savor it, notice how it makes your body feel. When you get used to how it makes you feel you’ll know when you’re full, there will always be a part of you that is thirsty for more so you need to know when enough is enough.’ She ran her fingers through his hair as she spoke and he began drinking slower, noticing how he could feel the strength returning to his body as if turning had physically drained all muscle from his body. As he continued swallowing the burning in his throat lessened more and more until it was just an ache.

Aemond drained all 3 men slowly, adoring the affection that his mate was bestowing upon him.

‘You did so good baby, listening so well…I think you deserve a treat, don’t you?’ The one eyed Prince nodded immediately, not willing to turn down a reward from his mate. ‘Good Boy…’ she coo’ed, kneeling beside him and pulling him to lay back against her body. He watched as she buried her teeth into her wrist before bringing it to his mouth. ‘Drink sweet boy, let your mate make you feel so good…’

He paused for a second, confused about what the difference could possibly be between the blood he’d had and his mates blood but he trusted her none the less and bit down into her wrist. The rush of pleasure up his spine was unlike anything Aemond had ever felt in his life. She tasted like bliss and his head filled with a pleasurable buzzing that had him moaning into her flesh.

‘That’s it baby. It’s all yours.’

‘Mmnngh!’ His…she was his…finally after all this time, Y/n belonged to Aemond and no one would ever steal her away. He pulled back, turning around to see her kneeling behind him with a smile on her face.

‘I didn’t expect you to finish that quickly, was-Oh!’ She grunted as he jumped onto her, laying her back over the dead bodies before burying his face into her neck and biting into her again. ‘Such a needy little thing!’ She growled, biting into his neck next, tearing off his shirt as she did. Aemond wasted no time in returning the favor, ripping at her dress and tearing it from her body, finally feeling her skin against his which was warmer than he ever dreamed now that he is just as cold as she is. ‘Are you sure you want to do this now? I want you to be ready, you never have to-‘ he cut her off, pressing his lips to hers hard and tearing his pants open to press himself against her warmth. He could not suppress the moan that built in his throat and while any other time he would feel embarrassed about how needy it sounded, he could not find it in himself to give a fuck at that moment.

‘I’ve always felt safe with you. You could never hurt me.’ He said it with such surety that Y/n didn’t question him anymore, just wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed his way inside of her, growling into her neck at the warm, tight feeling around his cock. ‘So fucking perfect…fuck!’ Aemond cursed, moving quickly, his hips thrusting up into her at a speed that no normal human could even hope to achieve.

‘Fuck! That’s it sweet boy, take what you need.’ Her soft moans encouraged him to keep going and he wrapped his arms around her tightly, pulling her to his chest and holding her against him as he thrust up into her body. He couldn’t hide the purr that came from his chest as he felt her clinging to him tightly, her claws digging into his back deliciously.

‘Feel so good…so tight! Oh fuck!’ He grunted, knowing he was going to cum way too quickly but unable to stop himself.

‘It’s okay sweet boy, cum for me, fill me up.’ As if her permission was everything he needed he felt as if his body exploded in euphoria as he came. He dug his fangs into her neck and her sweet blood made his head fuzzy as he filled his mate as much as he was able.

When he was finally able to think clearly again he could feel her brushing her fingers through his hair gently which produced a soft purr from his chest that he couldn’t decide if he liked or not. ‘I’m sorry…’

‘No baby, there’s no need to be sorry. You did everything just right, everyone finishes early their first time and you’re a new vampire, everything feels a million times better. That’s not your fault-‘

‘But you didn’t…I want to make you feel good too.’ He admitted and immediately loved the smile it produced on her face.

‘There’s plenty of time for that. You’re a vampire now sweet boy, your stamina is 10x stronger. I will show you what to do, no man just knows how to make a girl cum without being taught, don’t ever think you’ve done something wrong. Okay? You and I have eternity now…though I would appreciate a bed before we do anything else? I can get behind fucking on top of a fresh kill but this dungeon is gross.’ Aemond couldn’t help his chuckle at that, lifting his mate back up and using his torn shirt to cover her nudity before moving to take her to his bed chamber. The rush he got through his body as he ran there felt like he had left his internal organs behind as he caught himself on the door making Y/n giggle. ‘You’ll get used to that, I promise.’

‘I don’t believe you on that one.’ He teased, shutting his door and locking it to ensure no one could get in. ‘I really hope you weren’t looking forward to that dinner tonight, because I’m not letting you out of this bed before dawn.’

‘Is that so?’ She teased before he tossed her onto the soft mattress, pinning her back down playfully.

‘It is my love. You are all mine for the rest of the night.’

‘I’m all yours for the rest of forever sweet boy, we have all the time in the world.’

He was someone the world knew as calculating and cold. He was someone people respected from a young age. They all realised all too quickly that his mind could expose them in a short space of time. He was someone who stood for discipline and ambition.

When you heard rumours about Aemond Targaryens, there were girls in the room talking about how he had dominated them, how they had loved to call him Daddy. How he had spanked them. Aemond could only roll his eye at all these rumours. Aemond Targaryen didn't have one-night stands. He was picky when it came to his partner. If only because of the experience he had had thank to Aegon. Aemond let the rumours slide. If anything, they contributed to his image. The respect would evaporate all too soon if the world knew that, apart from one dry hump at 13 with a prostitute, he had remained a virgin until he met his current fiancée at 21.

The very fiancée who stayed with him long enough, for him to start trusting her. With whom he had built something like a safe place. With whom he could let the walls down.

The fiancée who knew that no one would call him daddy and that he wouldn't spank anyone. If anything... he got spanked.

He looked at her body. He hadn't seen her for a whole month. Travelling for work and charity work had kept them apart, but now they had each other again. As he had been instructed, his hands gripped the struts of the bed frame tightly.

„If you let go, I'll stop.“, she had whispered. He let her torture him. For far too long, she had driven him to the edge again and again, only to stop. Sweat poured down his body, his breathing was heavy. His hands clutched the metal struts convulsively to prevent him from losing his grip because of the wet palms.

She bent over his face. Smirking, she kissed the tip of his nose. „I have a surprise for you.“, she murmured, „Do you want to see it?“

Aemond swallowed. Overwhelmed, he nodded.

„Words Amy.“

„Yes. Yes please.“

She grinned. Then she lifted herself off his lap. Aemond whimpered. „Patience big guy.“

She spun round and positioned herself on top of him again. With a relieved groan, Aemond felt her around him again. He looked at her backside, desperately trying to keep it together.

„You can come whenever you want.“, she explained. She began to move again. Elegantly she threw off the negligee, she had been wearing until now and sat up again.

Aemond saw it immediately. The tattoo. The black dragon lolling lasciviously over her spine. The animal of his family crest immortalised on her skin. He came before his brain fully realised, what he was seeing. Loud and unrestrained, he fell over the cliff. His hands shot to her arse and forcefully held her hips in motion, until all his strength left him and he fell back onto the mattress like a sack.

Smirking, she turned back to him. She immediately stroked his hair soothingly. „Are you all right?“, she murmured and kissed his forehead.

„Dragon.“, he mumbled like an absolute idiot, completely out of thoughts.

She laughed lightly. „So you like it.“

He just nodded, grinning stupidly, and closed his eyes, exhausted.

„Sleep well, big boy.“, she murmured.

Warnings: subby!Aemond x wife!reader, p in v, oral (m receiving), use of a belt as bondage, orgasm denial, breeding kink I guess, Aemond blueballs Targaryen

When one thinks of Aemond Targaryen, a few descriptors come to mind.

 Stoic, stiff, perhaps brazen on occasion and when the opportunity should present itself, he has quite the silver tongue. He is a man who is sure of himself in identity, fiercely proud of his Targaryen ancestry, his skills with the sword and his deep and well-founded knowledge of history and philosophy, a fact he rivals smugly against his older brother at any occasion he is able.

 It is not as if Aegon cares much for rivalries of the mind. No, Aegon’s knowledge that is worthy of bragging in his mind is that of the flesh, and he makes sure to flaunt such knowledge in Aemond’s face at any chance.

 That is until Aemond took a wife.

 It had been almost half a year since Aemond was wed to his sweet wife in the Sept. An arranged affair, of course, and the two had scarcely seen one another beforehand, so even now he remembered the way he held his hands behind his back, wound tight with nerves, wondering what kind of person she was. It felt wrong to be tied so intimately and indefinitely to another person without really truly knowing them.

 She had smiled sweetly on that day, kissed him softly once their vows were exchanged, a faint blush at her cheeks while standing before her now husband. The wife of Aemond Targaryen. It felt so final, and she could not help the fluttering in her stomach.

 Aemond on the other hand had barely cracked a smile, simply kissed her, as he was duty-bound to do, and said his vows. She was pretty, yes. But he almost felt bad. What did this woman, illuminated so softly by the warm rays of light, have to gain by marriage to someone she surely found repulsive? Aemond hadn’t missed the various hushed conversations his mother had with Otto, the door cracked slightly ajar.

 He had a reputation amongst the ladies. Some desired him purely for his title and placing their family name on a high podium, their future children into the bargain. Some were repulsed by his fiery temper, those long, hard looks he gave everyone. And perhaps most notably, they were frightened of the One-Eyed Prince, on this moniker alone. ‘Aemond One-Eye would never find a wife’.

 Despite the incident being several years ago, it still raised its ugly head every now and then, in the form of self-consciousness, hushed female whispers and side-glances throughout the Keep. Most Lords and Ladies appreciated his skills from afar, never treading that delicate path in between that would bring them closer to him, which is precisely why it was difficult to even court a woman. Nevermind marriage.

 And yet, when his new wife had looked upon him at their wedding feast, she’d given him a sweet smile, looked deeply into his good eye and showed no signs of repulsion. It confused him for a moment. Was she making a mockery of him? By pretending not to be afraid or repelled by him on purpose? Hiding what she truly felt inside. Holding the bile in her throat at the thought of consummation? He blamed her flush on her face on the two cups of wine she had consumed.

 He was immensely relieved to have been proven wrong.

 Once the chamber doors were closed, she was clearly nervous, as any young maiden would be on her wedding night. With every aching second she removed the pins from her hair, Aemond stood before the fireplace, his heart hammering in his chest with nerves. He didn’t want to have to bare his soul to her. He didn’t know her. And the thought of forcing such a delicate little thing to gaze upon his affliction, watching her face contort into one of disgust, was eating away at his insides, his insecurities feeding on the buzz of the wine.

 She looked so pure and gentle in her off-white, thin chemise, leaving extremely little to the imagination. And with her hair down, waved from the braids, she looked positively mythical.

 Aemond swallowed and began to unclasp his doublet. She must have seen his true feelings beneath his poorly-hidden expression, because she’d stopped before him, a small hand laid delicately on his arm. A silent confirmation, that she was just as nervous as he was.

 “I do not wish to frighten you, my lady”

 Her heart could have broken, but instead it merely shuddered with his words.

 “Do you believe you frighten me?” she asked.

 Aemond’s silence had confirmed it.

 “You are my husband. And I, your wife. You may show me as much of yourself as you deem comfortable and I will not judge”

 Though brief, her comforting words gave him the confidence to consummate their marriage. At first it was clumsy, the way their lips had pressed against one another, and the clamouring at her body, laid entirely bare for him to feast upon. As with any wedding night, there was some discomfort, both for her and him, but for different reasons.

 But he was gentle, which surprised her and elated her in equal measure. And the sting of the loss of the maidenhead gave way to blooming pleasure, alongside something else. Perhaps a closeness that neither of them expected to have after just a few hours of knowing one another. But she hadn’t shied away from him, as he expected her to. On occasion during the act, she held his face so softly he trembled, struggling to fathom that this woman wanted him.

 They had left it only an hour before he was inside her again, where he now found sanctuary in her acceptance of him.

 In the moons that had passed since then, she had been his haven. His escape. She was so good to him, accepting of his desire to take his time in showing himself to her.

 Three moons after their wedding night, he finally pulls off his eyepatch, after a particularly long evening of lovemaking. She was laid next to him, the bed sheets tucked around her chest. Her lips parted when she saw what he’d been hiding underneath his eyepatch all this time, and she felt an undeniable closeness to him that was not there before.

 His scar felt raised beneath the gentleness of her fingers, but it was a look of sheer wonder, watching the way the sapphire that replaced his eye adopted the amber glow of the candles.

 Aemond felt his heart thunder and his cock get hard, when all she asked was for him to fuck her again.

 And he did with a new-found enthusiasm, a warm feeling blossomed in his chest, holding her form beneath him and fucking her relentlessly into the mattress, so hard that the bedframe struggled. He moaned loudly, giving her his seed and praying that it took, so that he could see his precious wife grow round with his child.

 It took him an entire moon to figure out that he not only respected her, but had come to love her.

 His wife, shy and timid perhaps at first, had become rather a force to be reckoned with. Their intimacy with one another had awakened something not only in her, but in him as well. At first, he delighted in having power and dominance over her, being quite a lot taller and broad, which he was wholly proud to have on display in the comfort of their chambers. He loved every little one of her whines and moans, drawing peak after devastating peak from her until she quivered in his touch.

 It had become a nightly routine. Sometimes several times in one night.

 Who would have thought that Aemond Targaryen, every now and then, enjoyed having such power taken away sometimes.

 It had started innocently enough. After so many moons being married and proving their love to one another every night, his sweet wife had sought for some variety and instead had clambered on top of him and sank on his cock, guiding the pace herself. Her hands steadied on his chest for leverage, her backside smacking against his thighs with every rough thrust of herself onto him.

 Alongside the dizzying feeling of watching his cock disappear into her cunt over and over, reaching new places in this new position, he found being held down exhilarating. Dare he say, even pleasurable. It made something wind tight as a bowstring in his gut.

 It seemed like she noticed this, as a lazy smirk graced her face.

 Ever since then they had experimented with that sensation. The feeling of one partner having full control, being held down, even tied sometimes. It was something reserved solely for them, behind their chamber doors. In the morning, when they break their fast with his family, he is once again the stone-faced, stoic Aemond Targaryen.

 Although it does not stop her from shooting knowing grins in his direction on the odd occasion, which makes his cheeks go a very fair pink, the tips of his ears burn and his breeches get inexplicably tighter.

 He enjoys this new side to his wife. It was buried deep, but now that he sees it, it never fails to surprise him.

 Which brings him to this moment. The moment when he knows he has said or done something to irk her.

 Her sister had arrived at the Red Keep alongside her father to visit her for a few days. Unlike his dear wife, her sister was still young and unmarried, and unbearably innocent. As soon as Aegon had laid his eyes on her little sister, his eyes gleamed with mischief, as if he’d seen a shiny new version of his favourite toy, but one that was actually available.

 He wasn’t even deterred by the firm look she’d given him.

 She and her sister walked arm in arm to the main hall, where they would dine all together that evening. Her sister spoke excitedly, happy to be brought to the Red Keep for the first time and to be reunited with her beloved eldest sibling.

 Aemond and Aegon were chatting idly at the table when they’d arrived, her sister went to one side of the table to be sat next to their father. The two brothers, who usually were not so well-acquainted and chatting in such a friendly manner, were so engrossed in their conversation and their cups, that they barely acknowledged her presence.

 All the better that Aemond’s back was to her as well.

 “She is a lovely looking girl, but it is a shame she is so terribly dim-witted” Aegon chuckled, “A family trait, I presume?”

 Aemond, dizzy from the effects of his wine, chuckled.

 “Perhaps”

 She’d bitten her cheek in frustration. Was he so deep in his cups that he actually found Aegon funny? Not only that, but had humoured him in insulting not only her sister’s intelligence, but his own wife’s as well.

 She pulled her chair out beside him loudly, and Aemond went red and jumped in surprise, dread prickled all over his skin. She gave him a mischievous, knowing smile as she sat, “Husband” is all she greeted him with.

 Aegon, who found the entire situation hilarious, had left him with that and as Aemond took his seat next to his wife, straight-backed and instantly sober, he bit his lips several times throughout the evening. She didn’t spare him a single word nor glance, unless he spoke to her directly, in which she forced a pleasant enough smile to her face and gave him one word answers. Playing the pliant little wife, while at the same time letting him know that he would not get off so easily.

 She thought, once, that she may have taken her retribution a bit too far. But it was fun if nothing else, to watch how frustrated Aemond got.

 She did not lay with him that night, nor the night after. Nor the night after that.

 When her sister and father departed King’s Landing, he thought this might be the reprieve. But he was wrong.

 It had been a full week since he had touched his wife intimately, not because he didn’t want to, he’d tried a fair few times. But every time, she had dismissed him with that playful smirk, the same one she had when she’d clambered atop his lap for the first time. And though her outfits and mannerisms remained the same as always, after being denied the pleasure of his flesh to hers for so long, every sway of her hips, every glint of her eyes and every movement of her hands had his breeches pathetically tight.

 She knew what she was doing as well, the little tease.

 He was aching. And it became too much. Not only did she deprive him of her sweet, tight cunny. She barely spoke to him. And the silence and barely-contained need to be inside her, was all too much to bear.

 She was in their chambers, sat before the fire, a large tome open in her lap and when she’d heard the chamber doors shut, her eyes had met that of an extremely pent up husband.

 But instead of greeting him, she bit back a smile and turned back to her book.

 That little-

 “Wife” he greeted through gritted teeth.

 “Husband”

 She didn’t fool him with the sweetness of her voice.

 “What are you doing?” he asked, half-desperate and half-irritated as he crossed the room to sit opposite her.

 “Reading, my love. So that I may grow to have acceptable intelligence”

 His nostrils flare in annoyance, and yet he can’t deny the way she acts has a profound effect on him, after a week of not being able to have her, he’s desperate for anything. Even just the brushing of her hand, he is convinced, would make him spill in his breeches.

 “You know as well as I that is not what I meant”

 She slowly closes the book, righting to stand in front of him, her eyes trickling over his form. She knows him well now. Knows how underneath this cold exterior he offers up to her, is a desperate man underneath, yearning for a taste of her affections. His body sparks up at her hungry eyes over him.

 “Then I do not know what you mean, husband” she replies, barely able to stop the spread of her smile, “You shall have to elaborate”

 His hands form tight fists. She’s right there, ripe for the taking, his sweet wife. How easy would it be to sling her over his shoulder and take her right there on the bed, still dressed in her finery, with her skirts rucked up over her hips.

 “I mean-” he starts, “-you and I have not laid together for the better part of a week”

 She cocks her head, “Oh? Is that so?” she answers sweetly, “Forgive me, I hadn’t noticed”

 He’s stunned into a sort of shocked silence, mouth slightly open, but without the headspace to form a reply. His wife pretended to busy herself with other things, placing the book back and dusting the covers, something she knew would get him riled up.

 “What is this game, wife”

 When she turns to him with that faux-innocence smile on her face, unable to hide how amused she is at how outwardly her husband is showing his frustration, Aemond can feel his limbs go numb.

 “I do not believe you are in any position to accuse me of anything, husband” she counters, crossing the room in deliberately small steps, “In fact, I do believe I am owed an apology of sorts”

 Her brow twitches slightly. She knows. She knows she has him exactly where she wants him.

 As much as he tries to ignore the way her attitude makes his breeches get tighter, all of his blood goes straight below his waistline.

 “But I can see, in your true Targaryen male nature, that you will not apologise…with words that is” she says, a wider smile gracing her face. An almost mischievous one.

 Aemond swallows thickly.

 He clears his throat, blinking a few times at what she just said, “Perhaps…you might enlighten me on how I can make amends”

 Got you.

 “Give me your belt” she instructs.

 It’s borderline pathetic, the speed in which he tries to unbuckle it from his doublet and his fingers fumble with the silver, the embarrassment evident in the way it clinks clumsily. He pulls it through the loops and extends the leather towards his wife. She lets his hand hang there for a moment, as if to extend his internal torment, before she takes it, her fingers slipping over the roughened edges.

 “Take off your clothes, leave your breeches on” her voice is clipped and deadly serious, “then get on the bed”

 She watched from the foot of the bed as he did, twisting the belt in her hands as she regarded him. Saw the way his breath had hitched as she instructed him to do something and the way his pupils swallowed the violet of his eye. He was desperate. And the longer she went without saying or doing anything, the more the excitement and anticipation was starting to build in his core.

 “My dear husband” she says, still fully clothed but clambering onto the bed beside him, “You have wronged me in a manner most unbefitting”

 Her voice was low, the same way it would be when they were alone together, coupling.

 Gently she pulls both his wrists together, tying them first before raising them to the bed frame, sliding the leather through the buckle and pulling his skin flush to it. She pulls on it a few times, to make sure it is secure. Smiling down at him when she confirms he is not able to move.

 His chest moves hurriedly, a warm, fluttering expectancy erupts in his gut.

 “And all you have been able to think about is our coupling, or rather lack of” she smirks, pulling a large pin from her hair so it falls around her shoulders. Looking up at his dear wife from this angle, in this position, will never cease to be thrilling.

 Her small fingers slide under his eyepatch, depositing it on the bedside, so that she may see all of him.

 He would never ever reveal beyond their chambers how he enjoys to see her, eyes half-shut looking down at him, exerting her own version of dominance over him. And he was eternally grateful that she never told a soul either. It would embarrass him beyond measure. He could only stand to be embarrassed in front of her.

 Even though she was very much in charge, she did so in her own feminine way. Used her body differently, her words even.

 He doesn’t think he will ever tire of it.

 “Would you like to fuck me, husband” she asks low, nudging his knees apart so that she can kneel between them. It doesn’t fail to set his blood alight, the way she says such vulgar things…and make it sound so right.

 As her fingers begin to undo his breeches, his hips move and so do his hands against the bed frame. It sets that grin on her face again.

 “Yes, I do…I have missed you”

 Her fingers start to peel his breeches from his hips, exposing the pale skin underneath, and he almost sighs in relief to feel her soft hands on his bare skin.

 She cocks her head, looking at him, “What makes you think I will let you fuck me?”

 A sort of dread…disappointment  pools in his stomach, but alongside that, arousal. He cannot tell if she is serious or merely teasing him, and it is the in-between of not knowing that makes his head feel as if there is cotton stuffed into it instead of thoughts.

 “Fucking is a reward” she starts, “and you have not been good”

 Once his breeches are off, or at least down to his toned thighs, enough where she can see his manhood, aching and swollen against his taut abdomen, hardened from his years of training with the sword. The tip is flushed, the same colour as his lips, with a milky arousal leaking from it. She is sure that with one touch, he could simply come undone, and it makes her smirk wickedly.

 “I will forgive you…on one condition”

 Gods, how badly he wants her to just touch him already. With his cock now exposed to them both, her hands so close, it’s borderline unbearable to be teased like this.

 “Anything, please…”

 A flush blossoms on her cheeks. She always did like it when he begged.

 “You must not peak, until I say”

 Aemond almost goes bright red. This is territory that has not been tread before. And yet, he can’t deny the excitement it sends through him, the way the air is instantly knocked out of his lungs, and how his hands tug slightly against the belt.

 He outright moans as her small hand encircles his cock, giving a few languid pumps, squeezing when she gets to the tip, brushing her thumb over the sensitive slit. Now that she has given her order, her demand, all he can seem to think about is his peak, and how hard he is concentrating to not do it too soon.

 “You seem more sensitive than usual, husband” she coos, her other hand placed on his thigh, only barely squeezing, “have you missed me that much?”

 “Yes…” he responds through slightly gritted teeth, unable to take the breathiness out of his tone.

 “Hm” she hums, dipping her head to his waistline, making him suck in a quiet breath, “Let us see if you can be good then”

 She flatters her tongue against the underside of his length, dragging up achingly slow to the slit, her hand still applying pressure as she makes her way up. When she gets to the slit, her eyes meet her husband's.

 There's that damn smile again.

 Aemond shudders a breath, looking into her eyes while she has his cock on her tongue is only spurring him on, so he shuts his eyes, tipping his head back against the pillows. His hands tug at the belt. Wanting morning more than to just run his fingers through her hair.

 "Look at me" she orders.

 When he does, his jaw slackens, cheeks warm as her hot mouth envelops him entirely. Pushing down to take more of him, her hand strokes whatever else she cannot fit. Aemond watches her take him with every slow bob of her head, pushing his cock against her hot throat, warm, wet and inviting.

 If he is good, he may get something else.

 From this angle, her breasts are dangerously close to spilling from her dress, and he watches them move as she continues to suck him, her tongue curled up to press against the prominent vein on the underside. After a week of not having him, she relishes the taste of him. How he smells faintly of sweat and leather, and how badly she wants more of it.

 She plunges her mouth down further, til her lips are against the base and Aemond moans out loudly. His tip lodges the back of her throat, and while well endowed, she has learned to take him as deep as she can, until she softly gags, tightening her throat around him.

 She is testing him. Seeing how far she can push him as she pleasures him with a renewed vigour, humming around him, sending little jolts of pleasure up his spine.

 It was his biggest weakness, taking him into her mouth. And to be so clearly pleased to do it as well. Merely watching the way his length disappears between her plush lips is nothing short of heavenly.

 He bets her cunny is wet from this alone.

 It very nearly makes him peak, those sparks are there most certainly. Especially the way her throat contracts around him.

 But he holds back the reins. For now.

 She pulls off him with a soft, wet pop, making a show of licking her lips to taste his precum.

 "You are blushing, my love" she says, and he knows even without looking she is smirking again.

 "Please…" he murmurs, "...do not tease me any longer"

 She cocks her head again, pretending to not know what he means.

 "Is my mouth inadequate?"

 He shakes his head quickly, feeling his hair begin to stick to his nape with the effort of holding back his peak.

 "No-no…I just need you"

 "Need what" she grins, moving to straddle him.

 Aemond's eye widens here. Her dress is fanned out, and underneath he feels her bare form pressed against his aching cock.

 The vixen had not had small clothes on this entire time.

 And after using her mouth to pleasure him, she was soaked.

 It was most like her. She always did everything with purpose. Always one step ahead.

 She smiles when she sees it click in his mind and she moves her hips, dragging her slick over his length, making his eye flutter.

 "Say it"

 He swallows, tugging against the belt. He half thinks of requesting to touch her. But he knows she would not allow it.

 "I need to be inside you"

 She raises her eyebrows.

 "Please" he finishes.

 She pulls the front of her dress up, to give him a good view of her wet cunny, spreading her slick over him and he almost moans at just that. It's a sight to behold. The feeling…even more indescribable.

 "My poor, silly husband" she coos, taking his length in her hand, using her palm to coat the entirety with her arousal, "...you came here to say something. Now is the time"

 She raises her hips, his tip not even touching her, but the anticipation of it is too much. Aemond, almost subconsciously, bucks his hips up. Only to be met with her pushing him back down.

 "Stay still" she says firmly, "or you will not fuck me at all"

 His chest moves quickly, clenching his fists, his whole body feeling unbearably hot.

 She waits, with that glint in her eye. She really would do it. She would clamber off him and not fuck him, just for the satisfaction that she knew he wanted her, and that it had been denied.

 "I…apologise…" he mutters quietly.

 She doesn't move.

 "For?"

 He grunts, frustrated. Too busy thinking of him sliding through her folds, nestled in her cunny.

 "For saying such things about you…"

 She tuts, with an amused grin, "We shall test your loyalty, husband. Remember…you need my permission"

 Whatever Aemond was going to say is stuck in his throat as she sinks on him, enveloping him entirely in her slick heat. She does it slowly, so that he might feel every inch of her, every ridge inside. And when her backside sits on his thighs, moving her hips side to side, his tip nudges her sweet spot, the curve of his long, delicious length finding it effortlessly.

 He has to briefly close his eye, not look at her, so that he doesn't get too overwhelmed. After a week of not having her, she feels so perfectly tight, so much so it feels as if her cunt is milking him already. He cannot get too tied up in the feeling, lest he lose her forgiveness.

 The sound he lets out when she begins to move is almost pained, one that feels like it takes all his strength from his muscles.

 He looks up at her, her hair cascading over her shoulders with every shallow thrust inside, with that tell-tale pink to her cheeks from the effort of it. He can feel her arousal weeping out of her, coating his length and smacking against the base, that alongside his barely-contained moans.

 Her hands trail up his bare torso and he can feel gooseflesh erupt in the path she leaves. Her soft palms trace the expanse of his chest, and she doesn’t miss the way his stomach muscles tense up as she hastens her pace while she touches him. It’s only when her fingers apply a feather-like touch against his nipples that she finally gets a breathy moan from him.

 It only adds more fuel to her fire.

 Every touch, as small as they are, with how pent up Aemond had been, is hurtling him towards that edge. He can feel every inch of her perfect insides, squeezing him as she nears even herself. His stomach does flips, a familiar flutter getting stronger inside.

 “Please…wife…” she barely manages to say.

 She smiles, her chest moving quickly with the effort of their lovemaking. Her thighs ache in the most wonderful way, her cunt stretching around his girth, the tip kissing her end, filling her so deliciously.

 “Please what”

 “I want to touch you…please” he begs, his fists still tight and pressed against the bed frame.

 He takes a much needed breath when she slows down, merely circling her hips against his pelvis instead.

 “Are you close, my love?” she asks sweetly, leaning up to grasp the belt in one hand.

 Aemond nods, not trusting his own voice, lest it betray the inner turmoil inside. But she sees it. She doesn’t miss a thing.

 She cocks her head, half of her wants to reprimand him for not using his words to reply to her. But the other half feels how his cock throbs inside her, aching for completion, to paint her walls with his spend.

 “Very well” she smirks, undoing his bondage, “but you may only touch me here”

 She guides his now free hands to her clothed hips, keeping hers on top to make it clear how serious she is. Even now, merely touching her, through clothes it doesn't matter, it’s like some kind of torture.

 He grabs her hips tightly and backs himself up against the pillow in a half-sitting position, causing his length to press up inside her, he doesn’t miss the small gasp she emits. She’s close as well, he can tell.

 He fucks up into her with renewed passion, and her head tilts back, her lips parted only slightly to allow her quiet but wanton moans to slip out. Her sounds are like a reward. But he knows he is still denied the greatest one of all. One that seems more and more difficult to hold back the tighter she clenches around him, her fingers digging into the flesh of his wrists. There was something exciting about her being fully clothes while he fucked her. It almost felt forbidden. But exciting all the same.

 He can feel her slowly losing her resolve as he pounds harshly into her, as if he is letting out all his frustrations.

 “-Fuck…Aemond…” she breathes, “-Don’t stop-”

 His breath comes in hurried pants, wanting her to feel good but at the same time holding himself back. He can feel the pressure inside, fit to burst at any moment.

 “My perfect wife…”

 “-Aemond, I’m close-”

 She pulls up the front of her dress, her small slender fingers diving between her legs to apply pressure to her pearl, and she inadvertently tightens around him at the combined pleasure.

 He is not sure if he can last much longer. Forgiveness be damned, he wants to see his spend leak from her.

 “My love, I-”

 She looks down at him, a lazy, fucked-out smile on her face, her hair sticking slightly to her forehead.

 “-Yes, husband…fuck your heir into me…”

 His eye widens at the vulgarity, but his throat tightens at the challenge and he slams so deep inside her with a shocking collection of desperate thrusts. She continues to circle her slick over her bud until the buzz floods into her limbs with a choked cry, her body trembling in the bruising hold he has of her hips.

 He fucks her all the way through it, now that he has been given the permission he so desired, he craves it like hunger. It feels like it takes everything out of him, the wind surely knocked from his lungs, as he finally stills inside her, feeling the warm, familiar flood of his spend deep against her womb, completely emptying himself until he aches.

 Aemond never lets up on his grip, holding her tightly to ensure she has all of it, and he gives a few additional shallow thrusts that make her cry out, hoping his seed will take and she will grow round with child for him. The thought alone makes him want to keep her in their chambers all day if he has to.

 Their eyes meet, the only sound is both of their breathing. Her own eyes flicker from his seeing one, to the sapphire, and a soft, contented smile, not the same mischievous one as earlier, makes its way to her face. It encourages him to do the same.

 “I could stay in your perfect cunt forever…” he breathes, his chest moving steadily.

 She hums a laugh. It is certainly something he would say.

 “Am I forgiven?” he asks, eyebrows moved only slightly, like he is expecting a witty response.

 His wife pretends to think, her fingers touched to her lips. And with his softening cock still nestled inside her, she leans forward to lay a tender kiss on her husband, her delicate, soft lips pressed so gently to his, in a manner that contradicts the sensuality of what they had just done.

 When she breaks, her forehead pressed against his and her hand cupping his face, she wrinkles her nose playfully.

 “I shall think about it”

 When one thinks of Aemond Targaryen, a few descriptors come to mind.

 Stoic, stiff, perhaps brazen on occasion. With not a soft bone in his body.

 Who would have thought, that sometimes, he enjoyed letting that persona slip, just for a moment.

 But only ever with her.

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