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The Cry of the Sea

Halloween Request Oneshots Series

[ pirate! • Aemond x mermaid! • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, virginity loss, fingering, smut, angst, abduction, violence, threats, obsession ]

[ description: A mermaid who rarely surfaces of the water decides to save a drowning boy. While she tries to keep him safe, she is kidnapped by strange, terrifying people, taken away from her mother and her home. On her way, she meets a captain with one eye who will decide her future fate. Obsessive, possessive, dark!Aemond.]

*Warning! Note from the author: The heroine has a name because of the plot, but apart from that there are no detailed descriptions of her appearance. Oneshot is written from a third-person perspective.

*English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy!*

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She had only heard about who people were from stories, and what she learned made her rarely floated to the surface of the water – her mother said they were cruel, that they killed through need, waged wars and destroyed each other.

She also said that in order to walk on the ground they needed two limbs, as they had two arms, so in place of their fins were to be so-called legs.

She never dared to ask her mother how she knew such things – she spoke of something like a sound, like music, that it reverberated through the air and was pleasant to the ears, that it had a rhythm, that people danced and jumped to it.

She couldn't imagine it; she, her mother and the other inhabitants of the underwater city communicated with finger gestures.

One day she was awakened by a muffled bang, something she had never heard before, and she swam out into the night depths, seeing little. She widened her eyes in surprise to see not the night sky but an orange glow above the surface of the water. She looked back, thinking in horror that she should return to her shelter, but decided that she would just look out to see what was happening, to see if they were in danger.

So she surfaced, feeling the air in her nostrils which caused her pain – she used them so rarely that her lungs were not properly developed and she felt like she was suffocating.

She plugged her ears, terrified, hearing loud shot after shot, the great mountain with sails that her mother called a ship was hitting another masthead with fire, and she was between them, not understanding what was happening. She panicked, hiding under the water again.

The sound was instantly muffled as she plunged into the depths – she heard suddenly a loud splash beside her and saw the body of a white-haired boy struggling to lift himself up.

She could see his limbs, his legs unable to lift him higher like her fin, merely waving fruitlessly in the watery depths, his body sinking lower and lower to the bottom.

She remembered her mother's words about how people couldn't breathe underwater and once they fell into it, they died.

That's why she swam after him, terrified, grasping him in her hands; he was struggling, terrified, but she managed to hold him and they emerged from the water together, panting loudly and coughing.

"Daeron!" She heard a loud, low, desperate cry, which frightened her – for the first time she heard the words, human speech – it sounded strange, not like the noise of the water.

"Here!" She heard the childish, squeaky cry of the boy she was holding and plugged her ear with one hand, feeling a terrible pain. She heard the splash of water beside them and saw that a much smaller boat had fallen into the water.

There were people in it, big, pale, dirty, frightening.

She wanted to run away, but she was afraid that if she let go the boy would start sinking again, so she held him until they came closer. She helped him get into the boat, panting hard, shivering all over, the men who sat inside looked at her in disbelief.

"Holy Seven. I think it's a mermaid!"

"Kill her, she can deceive with her singing!"

"Are you mad?! We'll get a fortune for her! We take her, let the captain decide."

She heard loud sounds spoken quickly, feeling like her head was going to explode – she wanted to turn around and submerge herself back, but she felt a large hand grab her by her hair.

Something strange came out of her throat, a sort of high-pitched squeal that frightened her alone, and then she felt burning wetness in her eyes. Even though she was fighting her way out she didn't make it, another man grabbed her by her shoulders and forcibly threw her into the lifeboat.

She was feeling that she was cold and wrapped her arms around herself, shivering all over, her half-naked body now surrounded by the cool night wind, one of the men shouted that they were swimming away and back up.

"Drop the net!"

"Don't hurt her! She saved me!" Whined the boy she had rescued from death, pushing away the men who wanted to touch her, laughing loudly, amused, looking at her body.

She was terrified and trembledall over – a white-haired child came up to her and embraced her, shivering along with her.

"It's going to be alright. I won't let you get hurt." He whispered softly, something in the sound he made of himself reassuring her.

She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the moisture running down her cheeks, thinking only of the fact that she should have listened to her mother, and now she had to pay for her curiosity.

They threw her into a net like an animal, then lifted her up with a hand crane and her body suddenly fell to the wooden floor, lots of legs around her, lots of men speaking loudly to each other.

She covered her ears and cried, feeling only pain, terrified and frozen, and suddenly she felt that something was wrong.

The voices around her fell silent as she lifted her gaze to her body.

In place of her shiny fin, covered in beautiful scales, were two long limbs, the same as theirs.

Legs.

She covered her mouth with her hand and turned away, another terrifying high-pitched sound came from her throat that felt like it tore her skin – she just cried loudly, terrified.

What had happened?

Where was her tail?

Her mother never spoke of her father.

She said he was not worth mentioning.

"He chose the sea, but not me." She had told her once, but it was only now that it was beginning to occur to her what she might have meant.

"What is the meaning of this?" She heard a low, cold voice and saw above her a man with a large scar on his left cheek and a black eye patch.

He had the same white hair as the child she had saved, except that his was longer, tied with a black ribbon – he looked at her in disbelief, as if she were some strange, frightening creature.

"It's a mermaid, Captain! I saw for myself, as long as she was in the water she had a long tail!"

"That's right, sir, if we sell her we'll get crores!"

"Don't sell her, brother! She saved me!" She heard the voice of the same little boy holding him by the sleeve of his black leather coat, his gaze directed at her again, this time focused and excited.

"We're turning back to the harbour. Find her some clothes, nobody can touch her." He said, and after a moment the men lifted her up. Although she tried to pull away, it was to no avail.

They forced her to put on a long, smelly cloth and gave her some scratchy material, although when she covered herself with it, it made her feel warmer.

They locked her in a room from which she could only see the sea through a small hole. She watched in despair as she moved away from her home, from her mother – she pressed her forehead against the wooden wall and wept.

She heard footsteps, quiet at first, then louder and louder, and the door to her cabin opened – the same terrifying man with a black eye patch stood over her, closing the door behind him.

"Who are you?" He asked. She looked at him with big eyes, not understanding what she was supposed to do, what they wanted from her. She only swallowed loudly, not taking her eyes off him.

He came closer to her, and she stepped back quickly, pressing her back against the wall, breathing loudly, terrified.

"Do not be afraid." He said a little more calmly, kneeling in front of her, something unsettling in his eye, some kind of unhealthy fascination.

She saw the gesture of his tongue running swiftly over his lower lip, as if he was just preparing to eat something tasty.

"Who. Are. You." He repeated word after word and tapped his finger against her chest hidden under the blanket. She flinched at the gesture, curling into herself, moving as far away from him as possible.

He lifted his hand and pressed it to his chest, wearing only a grey shirt tucked into black leather breeches.

"Aemond." He said calmly. After a moment, he placed his hand on her chest, looking at her expectantly.

"You?"

She wondered if he wanted to know who she was, if he had just confessed his name to her.

She saw his eye widen as she lifted her hand, touched her thumb with her pointing finger, signifying the syllable 'Le', and then lifted her pointing finger up, signifying the lone vowel 'a'.

Lea.

He looked at her, shaking his head, sitting down in front of her.

"What does that mean?" She heard him say the words quickly, but completely misunderstood what it was supposed to mean, so she showed him the same gesture signifying her name once more.

He ran his thumb over his lower lip, looking at her intensely, tapping his fingers on his knee. He rose suddenly, startling her with it, opening some cupboard with a loud clatter, taking out some large object.

She saw that what he was holding in his hands had cards and patterns – he turned it towards her, moving closer to her and it was only then that she noticed it was letters.

Her mother had told her about them and had even drawn them for her on the sand, explaining that people used them to write down words and their sounds.

She had written what her name and a few other sentences would sound like in their language, wanting to give her a comparison of how their gestures translated into their syllables.

She touched her finger quickly to a letter she recognised as 'L'. He looked at it curiously and read it out loud.

"L" He said and she nodded, pointing then to the "E" and "A".

He looked at her in disbelief, the corner of his mouth twitching in what she might have called a smile if not for the glint in his eye.

"Lea." He whispered, and she blinked, understanding that he had said her name as a whole, that this was what it sounded like.

She nodded slowly and he licked his lips excitedly, moving far too close to her, placing the book on her lap.

He began to point his fingers at more letters, and she followed the movement of his hand, trying to decipher what he was trying to convey to her.

Y O U S A V E D M Y B R O T H E R

You

ved

bro

ther

You saved my brother.

The fair-haired boy.

She looked at him puzzled, swallowing loudly and nodded. She heard him sigh with some kind of relief and joy, happy to be able to communicate with her, pressing his lips together, leaning over the book again.

DAERON

"Daeron." She choked out the word she had heard when she had held his brother in her arms, which apparently was what he had shouted then, terrified.

She heard their captain snort a laugh under his breath, running his hand over his face, looking at her in disbelief.

"Yes." He hummed softly, his voice seeming calmer and gentler to her. She leaned over the book, this time she wanted to tell him something, and he immediately bowed his head, looking at the letters she was pointing at.

WHY

She glanced at him with her lips tightened and he looked at her, swallowing loudly, his gaze cooled. He stood up abruptly and she was unable to make a sound, not knowing how to stop him – he walked out and left her alone, locking the door.

She tried to lift herself up on those two strange limbs, but she was falling, they seemed limp and weak to her.

She preferred to crawl – she wrapped herself in her blanket and fell asleep lying against the wall, crying silently, praying to the Drowned God to take her back to the sea.

The next day, the little boy she had saved brought her food and placed it in front of her, stroking her head, saying something quietly. He then ran away as if he should not come to her and closed the door behind him.

She spotted the fish and bread on her plate and began to eat quickly, hungry and thirsty – she was given some disgusting liquid in a steel jug, but she drank it, not having much choice.

She spent the whole day lying in one place and it was only at night that she heard the sound of the lock being opened, the same man standing over her again.

He approached her slowly, crouching on the floor in front of her, massaging his chin. She held his book pressed against her chest, tried to look through it earlier, but understood nothing of it.

He gently took it from her hand.

She shuddered as he laid down on the floor just behind her, resting his cheek against her shoulder, placing the open book in front of them, pointing one by one with his finger at the letters and syllables he had spoken so that she could see them, illuminated by the moonlight.

"We - are - sai - ling - to - King's - Lan - ding." He whispered softly, and she blinked, swallowing hard, understanding enough that they were sailing somewhere far away, that she would never see home again.

She closed her eyes and wept quietly, feeling her body begin to tremble, a shudder went through her as she felt his lips on her neck.

"Don't cry." He whispered in her ear softly, warmly, tenderly, and though she didn't know what it meant, she thought he sympathised with her.

"I have no choice. If I let you go now, my grandfather would kill me. You are a chance for us." He hummed the words into her ear, his wet, warm lips trailing higher and higher.

She wondered what he was actually doing, why she was getting hot from this kind of touch, why she felt a pleasant pulsing and tension between her limbs.

They both started panting as his hand slipped between her legs and began to touch her slick, puffy folds with his fingertips – she felt that this was a very private and intimate place, her thighs clenched involuntarily but his fingers slipped inside anyway.

She heard his every stroke accompanied by a loud click of her moisture, with every move he made a pleasant warmth and tickle ran through her spine, she felt something slap hard against her buttocks and moaned softly.

"− fuck −" She heard him mutter behind her, from which a shudder went through her. She sobbed in surprise when she felt his finger suddenly inside her, clasping her hand on his wrist, terrified.

He only shushed her while moving it deep inside her fleshy, moist walls, streching her again and again, rubbing it against the place from which waves of pleasure passed through her, from which she lost the remnants of her strong will.

She didn't put herself against him when she felt him lift her thigh, as something hot, big and hard pushed against her swollen slit from below and began to slide into her flesh, pushing her core apart with her loud cry.

His free hand held her tightly – she clenched her fingers against his skin, panting along with him as he began to move suddenly, pressing his lips to her neck, to her cheek, whispering and groaning low some words whose meaning she didn't understand, his thrusts pushing her hot, throbbing muscles to the limit, opening her wide with loud clicks of her moisture.

She had no idea what was actually happening, what they were doing, but it felt good – she felt pleasure, so she let him do what he wanted, easing down completely, moaning loudly as he turned her onto her stomach and lifted her buttocks, slamming into her with loud, wet slaps, his breath heavy, loud and aroused, his fingers digging into her soft skin.

"− I'm going to keep you for myself − you'll swell from my seed and give me offspring born from the sea − my inheritance − oh, fuck −" He mumbled out, feeling her walls begin to clench against his erection, sucking it inside her. A wave of pleasure shook her entire body, stupefying her and making nothing reach her – she felt something hot spill inside her, and then there were only their loud, accelerated breaths.

"− mine −"

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Will you play with me? (Oneshot)

[ gamers • modern! Aemond x female ]

[ warnings: sex content, smut, fluff ]

[description: They both love playing online games and become friends, when she comes to their house, invited by his sister. Their friendship grows stronger, but she feels something more for him. One evening, he invites her to an empty house to play together, but their meeting ends a little differently, than they both expected. Friends to lovers trope. Anon Request.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

My other works: Masterlist

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Aemond was her best friend. Admittedly, she first met his sister, Helaena. She invited her to their house one day for tea between their classes and that's when she found out that her brother passionately played the same online game as she did.

Walking down the corridor from the bathroom to Helaena's room she passed through the living room, while he was sitting comfortably on the couch, the green controller in his hand, completely focused on the TV screen. He was playing against one of the bosses with whom she had a problem for a long time.

She watched him play silently, not wanting to distract him. His character was twenty levels higher than hers, and she thought with amusement that he either had to play it all day or buy special extras.

"Fuck!" He cursed under his breath, one of the team members instead of hitting the monster hit his character, depriving him of several health points. "Fucking imbecile."

She couldn't help but giggle lightly at his words and he shuddered, noticing her at last, not knowing whether to look at the screen or at her. She walked over to him, holding up her hands.

"Keep going, play, I want to watch how you do it. I can't beat this boss." She said softly, sitting next to him on the couch, pulling her legs up to her buttocks.

She heard him swallow hard as if the sudden presence of a complete stranger had petrified him, but he kept playing.

She saw, watching his character's actions in the game that he was very experienced, while she was attacking the monster at the wrong time, too fast and thought that as soon as she got home she would try to defeat him again. After he was done she clapped her hands a few times, wanting to show him that she thought that he was playing very well.

"Congratulations! I've been struggling with this huge dragon for two weeks. At least now I know what I was doing wrong!” She said genuinely happy, saw him looking at her out of the corner of his eye, all tense, his jaw clenched, his eye looking at her uneasily.

She thought that she might be straining their hospitality and his comfort zone a bit, so she got up from the couch, smiling warmly at him.

"Good luck." She said lightly and turned to leave, but his low, cold, pleasant voice stopped her.

"If you tell me your nickname, I will help you pass this level." He said indifferently.

He wasn't looking at her, he was just switching to character equip mode, apparently preparing for another mission for which he needed different equipment. She smiled at his words and did as he asked.

She thought that it would be a one-time favor, but on private time Aemond offered to help her if she needed the support of a stronger character in the game again. In fact such help was always welcome, so she used his support very often.

Her character was an archer and his was a warrior, so all they needed was a healer. Criston, his friend, would usually come to help and they would go through fights with her that she couldn't win alone.

At some point they formed a good team, because she quickly caught up with them with so many wins. She started taking part in all new missions with them on a regular basis, even though that they could take someone with a higher level than her.

In addition to playing together, she and Aemond would often chat with each other after battles. Aemond advised her on what she could do to strengthen her character and at first they only talked about the game, then other things like movies, pop culture, books.

She loved these conversations, considered him a very intelligent and well-read man. He studied history at the National University, but she knew that he was ashamed of spending so much time in a fictional world.

am_666: I know that some might say it's a waste of time, that I could do so many other things, but it just relaxes me. Interpersonal and social contacts usually overwhelm me.

sunshine: Hehe, come on, you don't have to explain yourself to anyone! Some like to watch TV series, some like to draw, some like to play. I like it a lot myself, don't worry.

am_666: I noticed. Tomorrow me and Criston are playing at my place. Will you join us? I have a third controller.

She felt a pleasant warmth at his question and she shifted happily in her seat, a wide smile on her face as she texted him on her laptop.

sunshine: I'd love to! Sounds great!

The next day she actually came to him and she could finally meet Criston in person. She brought some snacks with her which they tossed into a bowl and then they played together until late, annoying his mother who wanted to watch some TV series.

From then on, Aemond often invited her over even when Criston couldn't come, he showed her his room, old board games from his childhood, posters and records of the bands he listened to.

He didn't talk much, but he seemed more and more relaxed in her company. She told herself that they were just friends, but she was getting worse and worse at pretending that she didn't feel this warm sensation between her thighs every time their shoulders touched on the couch.

One day, when he was home alone, he invited her to play with him. He asked if she would like to drink a beer and saw that he also bought flavored beers, which she knew that he didn't drink. She blushed at the thought that he had bought them especially for her and nodded.

They sat side by side as Aemond launched the game on the big screen, taking a loud gulp from his bottle. It was a hot summer day, so she was wearing nothing but shorts and a Lord of the Rings crop top. At first they just talked about the game, cursing, because the boss was really hard and kept respawning when they didn't have a chance to replenish their health points.

After the third defeat, they both sighed heavily, leaning back against the backrest. She sighed softly, her head buzzing pleasantly from the low-alcohol liquor that she'd just finished drinking. She didn't know what came over her, but drawn by some unfamiliar, warm feeling, she laid her head on his shoulder, tired.

"I don't think we'll make it. We have to wait for Criston." She said softly, feeling the pleasant scent of his perfume, the warmth of his body. She felt his whole body stiffen. He swallowed hard, looking ahead, taking another gulp from his second beer.

He only grunted in response, which was clearly meant as an acknowledgment. He often answered her only with grunts, but she thought with amusement that now he simply couldn't get the words out.

A strong shiver went through her as he gently placed his free hand on her thigh, his thumb stroking her skin slowly. She inhaled sharply, pressing her face against his neck.

"Do you want me to take my hand away?" He asked in a low, hesitant voice. She placed her hand on his bare forearm, running her fingers up and down, noticing that goosebumps had formed where she touched him.

"No." She whispered softly, feeling more wonderful than ever, her heart pounding like crazy.

She closed her eyes and buried her face into his neck as she felt his cheek rest against the top of her head, his hand massaging her down to her knee and up, to the fabric of her shorts. They sat side by side in silence for a few minutes, shivering slightly with excitement.

She smiled slightly and ran her nose down his neck, placing a light, innocent kiss on it. She felt him draw in a quick breath, his hand stopping and squeezing the skin of her thigh lightly. She heard him open his mouth, trying to calm himself.

She moaned softly as he turned suddenly, and after a moment his lips, swollen and hot, dug into hers, massaging and sucking her, his large hand grabbing her cheek, not letting her pull away. They began to caress each other's lips, clenching their hands in each other's hair, breaking away again and again with a wet, dirty click of saliva.

Both of them were breathing fast as she rose suddenly and straddled him, falling into his lap. He stared at her with disbelief and desire as she leaned over him and kissed him again, her pink, soft, fleshy tongue slid into his mouth, causing him to moan loudly in her throat.

They kissed, the tips of their tongues touching once in a while, his hands in the meantime timidly moved to her buttocks, slipping under the material of her shorts, tightening on her soft skin. She purred in delight at his caress, feeling his pulsating manhood beneath her, starting to rub against him.

He broke away from her, panting with her, involuntarily responding to her movements with his hips, filled with lust to the limit. He looked at her with slightly parted lips, swollen from kisses, as if he couldn't believe what was happening. He looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"I.. − God − you're so fucking cute −" He mumbled.

She smiled sweetly at his words, taking one of his hands in hers, lifting it up, tucking it under her shirt and pressing it against her soft, firm breast. He moaned low at the sensation, a strong shiver ran through him, she felt his cock completely hard. She had never wanted to do this so much with any man before.

"You too, you know that?" She whispered softly, her cheeks red with desire and embarrassment at how direct she was. She couldn't help herself. His shyness intrigued her even more. Involuntarily, her hands went down to the button of his pants, starting to undo it.

"Would you like to do it with me?" She asked quietly, timidly, lowering her lashes submissively, breathing unevenly with him, rubbing against him constantly, feeling that she was all wet. She heard him swallow loudly, terrified, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"− I − yes, of course I do − I just − fuck −" He mumbled, watching as she with a light, confident movement got to his boxers, exposing his throbbing, engorged manhood to her. She pursed her lips, blushing at the sight. They both gasped loudly as he watched her lift herself up a bit and pull her shorts down, leaving her naked from the waist down.

"I also really, really want it." She admitted softly, straddling him again, his hands tightening around her waist as he felt her wet womanhood begin to rub against his cock, lubricating it all over. He swallowed loudly.

"Do you − you know −" He asked in a slightly trembling voice, but she dug into his lips, kissing him greedily, rising slightly. He moaned helplessly as she gently took his cock in her hand and guided his tip towards her throbbing, hot entrance.

"I'm on birth control pills. It's okay." She whispered reassuringly. He exhaled loudly, panting helplessly with her, letting her do what she wanted with him.

She lowered herself a little against him, sliding him slightly inside her, and mewled sweetly, feeling how big he was. Aemond threw his head back, his fingers tightening on her soft hips. He opened his mouth, defeated.

"− Are you sure about that? − I mean − oh, fuck −" He moaned low as she lowered herself all the way, filling her hot insides with his throbbing cock, completely forgetting what he wanted to ask.

She placed her hands on his shoulders, rising and falling on top of him with a loud, wet, perverted slap that sent shivers down his spine. He thought that it was more wonderful than all the porn movies he had seen in his entire life.

"− Jesus Christ − you're so fucking tight − it barely fits −" He mumbled, closing his eyelid, completely drifting off into a world of his own pleasure.

She moaned sweetly at his words, throwing her head back, feeling his hands tighten on her hips, responding slowly to her every move with a thrust that sent her spasm of pleasure. She fall and rose faster and faster at such an angle that each time his cock rubbed her against her place of greatest pleasure. They panted together, staring at each other dumbfounded.

"− you're so wonderfully big − ah, this isn't the last time we do this, right? − Will you fuck me once in a while? −" She asked sweetly, almost innocently, and he moaned helplessly at her words, his whole body quivering, his hips quickened, their bodies slamming against each other loudly.

"− yeah, oh, fuck − I'll fuck your whenever you want, I swear − fuck, baby −" He panted, throwing his head back, an artery in his neck throbbing hard, his heart pounding like crazy. She began to fall on him faster and faster, his thrusts stronger, imposing a more intense pace that hardened her nipples.

"− yes, yes yes − God, Aemond, that's right, fuck me like that −" She sobbed, feeling her fulfillment coming closer, that just a few more thrusts and she would come. She heard his low, guttural groan at her words, his movements increasingly sloppy and chaotic, loud, both panting like animals.

"− such a sweet girl − fuck, I'm about to cum in you − can I? −" He mumbled, sweat dripping from his forehead, neither of them controlling their movements anymore, seeking only their own fulfillment. She tightened her hands on the material of the T-shirt on his shoulders, feeling that she couldn't hold it any longer.

" − yes, God, please, do it − oh fuck, Aemond! −" She moaned loudly and squeezed her eyes shut, throwing her head back, sobbing softly, dazed by the powerful, wonderful orgasm that surged through her body. She heard him groan in surprise, his body starting to tremble.

"− oh, yeah, baby − that's right, squeeze me like that − fuck! −" He panted, pressing his lips together, coming hard inside her, exhaling as if he felt an indescribable, miraculous relief. His hot semen spilled all over her, filling her whole.

She fell on top of him, cuddling up to him, her face pressed against her neck, her body trembling all over. He embraced her immediately, cradling her into him, pressing his nose to her hair, panting with her.

"I adore you." He whispered softly, his voice trembling all over. She smiled at his words, happy and fulfilled.

"I adore you too." She said softly, snuggling into him tighter, her lungs filled with the wonderful scent of his sweat and perfume. She could feel his heart pounding hard, his already soft cock throbbing once in a while inside her.

"Are you comfortable, sitting like this?" He asked, his voice still slightly trembling, lingeringly kissing her temple, pressing his forehead against hers, his hand caressing her back tenderly.

She nodded, and he just grunted softly as he kissed her again, this time on the cheek. They were silent for a moment, enjoying each other's closeness, slowly calming their breathing. She heard him clear his throat softly as if he wanted to say something, but hesitated.

"I − It was my first time, you know?" He whispered, embarrassed and ashamed, obviously trusting that she wouldn't laugh at him or judge him. She felt his body tense as he waited for her reaction.

She rose quickly, looking at him, taking his cheeks in her hands, worried.

"Why didn't you tell me? − I − oh gosh − we could take it slower, let you enjoy it more − I'm sorry −" She said, afraid that she might hurt him, spoil his first, such an important experience by focusing only on herself. He shook his head quickly, swallowing hard.

"No, I… − God, that was wonderful." He mumbled low, pressing his lips together as he looked at her. She pressed her forehead against his, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Next time we'll do it slower, okay? We won't rush it." She whispered and he grunted in satisfaction, slipping his large hand into her hair, pressing her face closer to him until her lips pressed against his, connecting in a sticky, hot kiss. He pulled away from her, his thumb brushing over her swollen, lower lip.

"Okay."

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liannafae · 1 month

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Yup, killing me so bad every time someone points this out 😭😔😭😭

to think this is the only time aemond rode vhagar with full vision

#house of the dragon #hotd #aemond targaryen #vhagar

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liannafae · 1 month

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So disappointed

anyone up for some quick math?

tom bennett had 32 minutes and 57 seconds of screentime over 8 episodes as a minor character. he had an average of approx. 4.1 minutes per episode. (this does not include his time on s2)

billy washington had 13 minutes and 46 seconds of screen time on trigger point over 3 episodes. he had about 4.5 minutes per episode as a minor character.

based on the lovely @hoosbandewan’s calculations on aemond’s screen time, ewan had 22 minutes of screen time over the course of 8 episodes, averaging around 2.75 minutes per episode, while being promoted as a “lead”.

so if 2+2=4, and 5+5=10, what the fuck is this?

#and i thought osferth’s screen time was bad #one day i will shut up about this #but not today #ewan mitchell #aemond targaryen #billy washington #tom bennett

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liannafae · 2 months

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Targaryen Siblings in the House

I want them all, especially Ewan 😭😭💖💖

Brothers and sisters

#emma d'arcy #tom glynn carney #phia saban #ewan mitchell #house of the dragon #fire and blood #hbo

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liannafae · 2 months

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Where's the next chapter 😭😭😭

Your not meant for me (Part One!)

Dark! Aemond x Transmigrated! Lannister! Reader

Summary: Everyone dreams atleast once in their life to be transported to the world of their favourite series. Whether that be a book, a video game, a TV show or a movie series. But after a serious falling out with a loved one, you find yourself in your favourite book about to marry your favourite character, you think this to be an apology of sorts after your untimely death but you soon begin to eat your words when you realise that some broken characters don't want to be fixed.

TW: Dark content! Dubious consent! Virginity loss! Suicide threats! Suicide! Accidental death! hair pulling, teasing, taunting! neglect! Purity culture! Maiden head checking! Aemond is not a good husband, Reader is surrounded by red flags. Aegon trying to sleep with his brother's newly wedded wife.

“Momma-M- Momma!” Your boy stuttered out as he waddled over to you on his chubby feet, you immediately dropped everything you were doing, a big smile creeping onto your face as you spread out your arms. “Hey buddy!” You picked him up with ease and raised him in the air. “How is my big handsome boy?” He giggled as you pulled him in for a flurry of kisses to his little chubby face. His little laughter was music to your ears.

Your two year old son was the light of your life. “What did you do with Nanny today?” You questioned as you went over to the plush sofas of your room, the sun was beating down from outside, the beautiful city of Volantis where you lived as a wealthy woman. “Hhmm…!” He huffed, searching the table full of his little drawings, handing you one particular picture that stood out to you.

A big chair, one with a spikey back rest.

“Hey Buddy…. Where have you seen this before?” You questioned but he merely shrugged his shoulders, he wasn’t able to talk as much as you’d had liked, he could talk, you knew this but it was always more of the case where he simply just chose not to. You decided to put the drawing down and hand him his stuffed animal before wandering over to the balcony to enjoy the hot sun on your skin. Looking over your little estate, your little home.

Flowers bushes that hung from balconies, palm trees spread out across the garden, you even had your own little water garden built, a shallow pool and a large one so that you may enjoy a dip on particularly hot days like this. It was still early in the morning though, no need to rush things, you’d wait until the mid day when the sun was high in the sky. Perhaps until, you’d pick some fruit growing from your garden.

“My lady- My lady!” One of your maids cried running toward you, breaking out into sweat.

“Ilaya, calm down.” You reassured me by taking the girl by her arms. “Catch your breath… tell me whats wrong-”

Just then, a large roar could be heard from over the city, startling both you and Ilaya. Your son began to cry from the frightful noise, causing you to quickly rush over to him and pick him up. “Shuuuu- it's okay, you're okay!” Then from outside your window, a dark shadow loomed from outside the city. You and your maid went to the balcony, your son in your arms as you spotted a great beast land from outside the city walls.

“Oh…..fuck.” Your eyes practically popping from your skull.

Vhagar.

“My lady…?” Ilaya asked, unsure of how to proceed. You quickly turned to her, never more serious than you’ve ever been. “Have the servants pack up the treasury, pack a few of our clothes, we need to leave the city NOW!”

You had a feeling this day would come, but you also had a feeling he would forget all about you and go about his life like you never existed. You dressed you and your son up and grabbed your most valuable possessions. “Prepare the horses!” Thankfully, this was not the only home you owned, taking note from descendants who have not yet been born, you set up a myriad of homes around Essos, first Pentos, then Volantis, now you were off to Mereen.

You got on your horse, having Ilaya pass you to your son as she got on her own horse. “Have my possessions passed through Irrarro, he’ll know where to send them, me and my son must leave immediately!”

“I shall join you shortly my lady!” Ilaya proclaimed as you took your steed’s reins. “Forward Sunset!” She neighed, the clapping of her hoofs going forward as you roared towards the gate of your estate.

“HALT!” You heard shouts from outside your gate, you heard more shouts before hearing the sounds of swords slashing and blood being spilled. You quickly halted Sunset, before turning around. “Quickly, this way-” The gates of your illustrious estate burst open, men in armor rushing forward on their steads, your heart in your throat as you tried to look around for a way out but the soldiers had you surrounded.

Your son was in tears at this point, you could only hold him close to your chest.

Soon he appeared, donned in black armor and a red cloak that spread down the back and front of his armor. His Sapphire eye hidden by his eye patch and his long white hair had become even longer than what you originally remember, his handsome face never changed. He rode in on a white stallion, a dark circlet on his head with blood diamonds.

You hide away your baby with your cloaked and swallow down your fear. He simply smirked.

“Wife.”

You breathe through your nose, regaining your composure as you watch him carefully.

“Husband…”

“So… this is where you’ve been hiding, I must say, I am impressed you managed to evade me this long.”

“Just- leave us alone!” You cried, your horse backing away from him. “We have nothing for you, find yourself a new wife and leave us alone!”

“Nothing? Hmm, funny… really funny.” he chuckled, just then, you noticed he had no one but two swords at his side. Blackfyre and Dark Sister. “You are my wife…. And that is my child you’re hiding from me.”

“HE’S NOT YOURS!” You cried, in a desperate attempt to discourage him. “I- I’ve been with him! I’ve been with many- he’s not-”

“You can play the fool as much as you please, but never think of me stupid. Before you left, I’ve always had eyes on you, it is how I have found you now. It would not do if I, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, left his Queen in a foreign country with his trueborn son.”

Just then Ilaya was escorted out of your home, a shameful look on her face and it was there you knew who the rat was. “Ilaya….?” You muttered.

“Forgive me, my lady.” she choked, guilt in her voice.

The next thing you knew, your son was snatched from you and you were dragged from your horse, your babe was handed to you your estranged husband who took off his cloak, revealing his locks of curly white hair, you screamed, trying to rush forward, to take your son back but you were quickly restrained.

To live in the world of G.R.R.M’s novel was not an easy one, you’ve read of characters who have suffered worse fates than you, but this was the cruelest thing that has happened to you yet, it wasn’t fair….

It wasn’t fair…

“AEGAL!”

“I think we should break up.”

You looked across the table at your boyfriend, he had a cup of coffee in his hands and he seemed a little stone faced for your liking. You had expected this from him. “Why?” You simply asked.

“I don’t think our relationship is going anywhere, we both have different ideas of what we want for our future but-.... Don’t get this the wrong way, I still love you.”

“But you’re not happy…” You answered, he nodded his head. You put your own cup down and fold your hands. “If I'm being honest, I’m glad you brought this up.”

“You are?” He asked.

“Because in truth… I’ve felt the same way.” You said. “Huh…?” He replied. Both you and your boyfriend have been together for three years now, it was your first romance that was all flowers and sunshine, you thought you’d always want to be with him but as the two of you grew older, your likes and tastes have changed. You both wanted different things and it felt wrong to change each other.

“I think it would be better if we break up.”

“S-So, that's it? You're not going to fight for me?” He stated, that puts you off. “You’re breaking up with me, why would I fight for you?”

“We’ve been together all these years and you're gonna just let it go?”

“You just admitted to me that you're not happy with me, why would I keep you around?” You held out your hands to gesture your point, he wasn’t making any sense. He huffed, taking his money for his portion of the bill and slammed it on the table. “Have a nice life, (Y/n)...” And with that, he got up and left.

You were gobsmacked. He broke up with you and had the gall to act offended when you weren’t torn up about it. “Fucking men….”

After staying in the cafe a bit longer for food and drink you went home to your apartment, thankfully, your boyfriend never left any of his stuff at your place so there was no need for him to come over and pick anything up. You needed to relax.

You took a shower, put on some asmr fire on the T.V, poured yourself a glass of bubbles and read one of your favorite books, Fire and Blood. For a good few years, you’ve been enraptured by George R,R, Martin and his series- A song of Ice and fire. After completing his last book, you went on to read ‘A knight of the seven kingdoms’ and Fire and Blood, a complete history of the Targaryen dynasty.

Agh, to live as a lady of the court. Some of your favorite characters were Rhaenyra Targeyren who never went anywhere without being dressed in diamonds and pearls, dressing in purple and maroon as the true Queen she was. Queen Visenya who rode Vhagar, wielded Dark Sister and helped Aegon take the seven kingdoms and Queen Alysanne, the voice of reason for Jaehaerys who was a good king but a dad- not so much. She changed a lot of Westeros thanks to her Women’s court, removing the right of first night for lords all over westeros.

You were a bit ashamed to admit it but you also had a crush on a one eyed prince, Aemond Targaryen. An absolute monster with no mercy for anyone who got in his way but it was because he was so deliciously evil, it made you want him more.

“Why can’t you just exist…?” You moaned.

The bell to your apartment rang and you got giddy. “Yes, my food is here!” You opened the door for what you thought was the delivery guy but-

“(Y/n)!” Your ex cried, dropping to his knees in front of you. “What are you doing here?!” You gasped. Snot dripped from his nose as tears fell from his eyes. “Please, babe, take me back! I’m sorry I broke up with you- I’ll do anything, I can’t live without you.”

“Are you serious…?” You demanded, astounded. “You just broke up with me a few hours ago and now you want me back- what is wrong with you!?” You shouted.

“I’m sorry, I was stupid! Please, let's work it out!”

“No..!” You gasped, looking down at him. You tried to shut the door but you got between the door and its frame. “Don’t do this, look- just calm down. Go to your mom’s tonight.”

“If you don’t get back with me, I swear I’m gonna kill myself!” he shouted, that took you back. “Don’t fucking make threats like that, I mean it!”

“Or what? What are you gonna do?!” He roared.

“I’ll report you to the cops and they’ll lock you up in a psych ward- look- just go to your mom’s, you're not yourself!”

“Please baby, you're the only one I want…. Just say you’ll get back with me and I’ll-”

“No! Okay? No, that ship has already sailed. I’m going to call your mother and tell her what's going on, just calm down!”

“I lost you forever, didn’t I….?” He muttered, you didn’t respond, you wouldn’t humor him anymore than you have. “Look, just-”

*Slice!*

You hear the sound of something penetrating the gut, the sound of gore you’d hear from horror movies. You looked down and saw that your Ex stabbed himself in the stomach, blood leaking behind his shirt and onto your titled floor. “WHAT THE FUCK!?” You screamed.

“If I can’t live with you babe, I’d rather die…” he cried, falling to the ground. You quickly picked up your phone to call the authorities but-

“No power?! Are you kidding me?!” You cried, you had to get an ambulance here as quickly as you could. You ran out your apartment and banged at your neighbors door. “HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!” You screamed but no one answered, you looked over at the stairs before running over to go to your downstairs neighbors for help. But before you even made a four steps-

You fucking slipped.

And down you went, tumbling against the hard stair, banging your head multiple times before you made it to the bottom of the stairs. Blood pooled around your head and your vision getting dark, you whined and whimpered, trying to get up but every limb felt dead. “Help… somebody….” but no one answered.

And soon, you found yourself passed out on the ground.

“(Y/n)..... (Y/n).....?”

Your eyes snapped open as you shot up from where you lay. You gasped for air, looking around your surroundings, the first thing you see is a man sitting by your bed, looking stunned that you woke up “(Y/n), my child- calm down!”

“What's going on?! Where am I?!” You cried, trying to get out of bed, but the man quickly grabbed your arms. “Calm yourself, you are alright…!” You looked at the strange man, he looked like a character you’d see out of Game of Thrones. He wore a red doublet and black breeches. He had golden hair with a beard and eyes filled with worry. “My child, how are you feeling…?”

“I-I-I-! I don’t know what's happening…”

“You are still dazed from your accident… stay put, I shall call for the maester.” He stood up from his seat and quickly hurried out of the room. You looked around in awe, walls painted red, large windows with white flowing curtains, your bedspread was made of a fine silk, red and gold. Twitching at your hands, you couldn’t help but notice how soft they were. “What the hell…?”

You quickly made your way over to a nearby vanity where you sat down and looked at yourself. It was you, but something was different. You felt… thinner, more frail. Your skin is soft and supple, Your hair has never felt so silky or voluminous, long or-

“I’m a blonde…?” You questioned. Picking at your hair while noticing your perfectly manicured nails.

Just then, you were hit in the head, not with anything physically but- mentally

“Papi! Papi!” You squealed as the man from before picked you up and spun you around.

“I request the favor of the beautiful and fierce (Y/n) Lannister!” A knight asked as you tossed him a flower crown from the booth you sat at.

“You are such an embarrassment.” You said as you threw wine at a Lady of your father’s court, she had made a sly comment that did not go unnoticed by you or the other ladies which sent her fleeing the ball crying.

You were a Lannister… put not during the time of the stories’ current events, no, this was 129 AC, the year year of the dance. “Lord Jesus in heaven, save my soul…” You whispered. Just there, you were hit by a flash of memories that did not belong to you. Of a character that never existed- what is…

“Oh my god! I transmigrated!” You gasped. You’ve seen many shows, anime, comics and manhwa of girls who read their favorite stories or play their favorite games only to be transported to that specific universe. Isekai or whatever they call it, you were here! In fire and blood- you were-

“Fuck…” You muttered. Should have gotten into more romance and comedy stories. The ‘asoiaf’ universe was the last place you should have ended up! A world where its creator, George R R Martin had absolutely NO mercy for any of his characters. You will be lucky to survive unscathed but this…? The Dance of Dragons…? What would you do..?

“Daughter?” voices called as three people entered the room, The maester in his supposed robes, your ‘father’ Jason Lannister and your ‘mother’ Johanna Lannister. You straighten your posture which comes naturally to you, odd. “Mother…father.” You answer. Your mother comes to embrace you tightly. “Oh my sweet child, you made me worried sick.”

“The young lady has not eaten enough food, this is why she has fainted to begin with, she must maintain a nutritious diet if she wishes to remain healthy.” The maester said.

“Daughter, you are to join us for dinner and I expect you to eat everything on your plate.” Your father said as he left the room. Huh… that when you think about it, this version of yourself would only eat certain things on her plate, practically nitpicking at them. Was she a picky eater?

“Well, you do seem to be enjoying the food.” Your mother said as you tried your best to not stuff your face, you had one plate, then a second and now a third. The food was surprisingly really good. You thought since it was medieval times, they wouldn’t have any flavor or spice, but then you remember Corlys Velaryon, the sea snake who made his fortune by bringing spices to Westeros.

“Why did you not eat in the first place…?” Jason asked as you quickly washed down your palate with a cup of wine. You tuck your handkerchief and pat your mouth clean. “I was feeling self conscious… I feared I might have been eating… too much food.”

“A reasonable fear.” Your mother said. As you might imagine, not many people thought that large women were considered attractive, such was the beauty standards of medieval settings. Still, she could of atleast assured you that they didn’t care what weight you were. “Daughter, we are extremely glad you have awoken, we have feared we’d have to send news to Kings Landing that you would not be able to come.”

“Kings Landing? What for?” You questioned.

“Dearest, you have not yet told her?” Johanna scolded, Jason perked up in his seat. “Oh, of course.” He cleared his voice, what was he going to tell you? “My darling daughter, we have received word from the King and Queen, they wish to propose an alliance of marriage between our two houses.”

Wait, what?

“Marriage… me? With… House Targaryen?” You choked

“Can you believe it, my princess?” Your mother smiled, hand clapping together in celebration. “You will finally be a princess, my marriage.”

“Who am I marrying…?” You asked silently. Hold up, could it be- was it possible-

“Prince Aemond Targaryen, the King's second son.”

You dropped your cutlery, shock appearance on your features. “I know, he’s no first born and he isn’t in the line of succession-”

“YEEEESSSSSSSSSS!” You screamed, jumping out of your seat, taking them both by surprise. You punched the air and began to do victory dance. You have won! You have won life. Aemond Targaryen, THEE Aemond targaryen, literally nothing could ruin this for you, nothing! The melancholic, fierce and bloodthirsty Aemond Targaryen, the rider of Vhagar, the MOST notorious Targeryen rider ever. The sapphire eyed- eye patch wearing, long silvered haired badass prince. You fell to your knees, looking out the window and into the setting sun.

“GOD! Remember when I said I was an atheist!? I WAS WRONG! SO WRONG! Do with me as you wish!” You laughed almost maniacally. You have dreamed many nights of this, to be with a man like Aemond Targaryen, you were gonna have so much fucking sex with him, you swore to god, you were gonna milk that man of his soul.

“Well…. She certainly seems thrilled….” Jason looked at his wife.

“Hopefully she isn’t so publicly boastful when you two get to King's Landing..” Johanna murmured.

“We sure are taking a long time, aren't we?” You asked, looking outside the wheel house, still nothing but forest as far as the eye could see. You and your father had been traveling across the country for nearly a month, stopping at various castles in between, the heat being impossible as you fanned yourself.

“It is never a pleasant journey, believe me daughter. At least when we get there, you can get settled, I’ll have to make the trip back home as soon as the wedding is over.”

“At Least my uncle will be there, right?” You asked.

“Of course, he is the reason we could make this marriage possible. He serves as master of ships for the small council and he will be your helping hand. You must always listen to your uncle, he will help you navigate the court of King’s landing.”

“Of course father.” You replied.

“Think of him as me, you’ll barely be able to tell us apart, it’ll be like I never left at all.” He chuckled

“Boo…!” You said sarcastically, making him laugh. “But on a serious matter, this may be the most important alliance our house will ever make, you children will not be princes or princess but they will be of the royal blood and that is what is most important, meaning-”

“They can lay claim to dragons.” You answer.

“Yes!” He boasted, glad you were on point. “When you marry the prince, you must make it your duty to become…. Familiar… with him… often.”

“Familiar?” you questioned.

“Yes….it is.. A duty that all young women must perform when they are married. Your duty to provide the Prince with as many…. Offspring as your body can handle… its-”

“I can tell this conversation is going in a very awkward direction.” You noted, no way was this man trying to explain the birds and the bees to you, he looked red in the cheeks, not looking you in the eyes. “If it were any other- marriage I would not speak of it, but this is the royal blood we are talking about so-”

“It's okay! I know!” You gasped, not wanting him to continue. He looked astounded. “You know..?”

“Yes, mother told me what I should expect.” You weren’t that stupid, in your life before you transmigrated, you had lots of sex with your ex, but no one could know that, girls who were defiled before marriage were shunned and stoned and beaten and- you should stop before you got ahead of yourself.

“She did?”

“Of course, I know how important this alliance is, father… mother told me that I should strive to encourage the prince’s favor by any means necessary….”

“O-OH! Yes, of course, she did.” he said, clearing his voice. Just then, you smelled something pungent in the air and you were forced to cover your nose. “UGH! Good heavens- what in the name of god is that smell?!”

“That my darling is the smell of King’s landing.”

The two of you approached the capital and you were in awe at the sight. You were here, where Aegon the conqueror and his sister wives, Visenya and Rhaenys landed. Where they first started their conquest of the seven kingdoms.

Kings Landing was everything you imagined, there sat the dragon pit on the hill of Rhaenys, The Grand Sept on the hill of Visenya and of course, the infamous Red Keep on Aegon’s high hill, you could not help but giggle in your seat. “Remember daughter, as excited as you are, you must remain poised, refined. You will soon be a princess of the Royal family, you must act like it.”

“Of course father, I shall keep your words in mind.”

The wheel house door opened and the guests laid down a small step ladder. Your father came out first and went to take your hand, as you descended, you noticed the ground and stopped. “What is it?” he questions.

“It's muddy… oh… I don’t want my shoes or dress to get ruined…. Are there any boots I could wear for the moment-”

“OI! Servant boy!” one of your father’s men yelled, startling you. “Get something for the Prince’s bride to walk across immediately!” he barked. Within seconds, a plank was placed down in front of you. You could get used to this.

Soon you and your father made your way through the Red Keep, eyes all on you, everyone greeting your father as the warden of the west and you, the soon to be bride of Aemond Targaryen. You were led to the apartments of the small council, there you saw a man organizing his desk, he turned around and smiled. “Brother!” The two men embraced, clearly missing each other after spending so far apart. The master of ships then turned to you.

“Dearest Niece.” Your uncle greeted, bowing his head towards you. Your father was right, he did look alot like your father, guess that's the beauty of twins. You smiled and wrapped your hands around him, taking him off guard. “My gratitude is all for you uncle, I shall never forget you were responsible for my happiness.”

“What a charming young lady, you’ll make a fine bride for the prince.” Said a female voice, entering the apartments of your uncle and father, a refined woman dressed head to toe in green and a dornish night following closely behind her. Alicent Hightower, Matriarch of the green faction and her sworn protector, Ser Criston Cole.

Your father and uncle quickly bowed and you gracefully curtsied. “My Queen, My niece, Lady (Y/n) Lannister. Niece, her Grace, Queen Alicent Hightower.”

“Such a beautiful girl.” The Queen smiled, this was like, better than any fanfic you’ve ever read.

“Your Grace, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for accepting me into your home and your house.”

“Your Grace, if you don’t mind, where is Prince Aemond?” Your father asked.

“Ser Criston?” The Queen asked, looking at her sworn protector. “I do believe he is taking his daily flight on Vhagar.”

Awww, he spends his spare time with Vhagar, that is so adorable! Another thing to love about your precious prince! “Dear heavens, it is getting quite late.”

“Indeed, I’m afraid we will not be able to dine together tonight, but fear not, we shall feast and celebrate together after their wedding.”

Oh pooie, that means you won’t see him for another night- or… you’ll see him for the first time at the altar! AGH, that would be so much more romantic! He’ll see you for the first time as his bride. Tomorrow will be the most magical day of your life! “My dear, will you come with me?” The Queen asked, offering you her hand. Now sure if it's what your father or uncle would want, you quickly look at them and they nod their heads.

You arm interlocked with hers as you traversed down the hall with the Kingsguard two steps behind you. “So what of your education?” She questioned.

“Well, I can read and write, I am familiar with mathematics and I am quite fond of such books containing history.” You mentioned history because you knew you beloved was quite the history geek as well.

“That is wonderful, but.. I am referring to your knowledge… of your.. Duty.”

Oh, that's what she wanted to know

“Mother has given me the…. Run down of what I am to expect… I am told it will….. Hurt.”

“Only for a bit, it is the way of all women when they are married and knowing my son…. He will be gentle.”

Your first time didn’t hurt, you and your boyfriend did a lot of foreplay before the actual act so by the time you both were done, you had only bled a little, no pain noticed whatsoever. She led you to a room and you were taken away in awe. A large bed lay in the center of the room with long velvet drapes that hung around the canopy.

A large vanity, all your chests that contained all of your clothes and large windows with white linen curtains that blew into your room, reminding you of the one scene from the Great Gatsby, a myriad of sofas and chairs around a little table, most likely for you to congregate with the ladies. And of course, bear skins laid about the room acting as carpets. Your uncle must have had the room decorated for you. “Is this all for me…?”

“Yes, you will have separate rooms but will spend your wedding night in his room.”

“My lady, we are ready.” Said a man in robes, the queen gestured for you to lay down on the bed and you slowly did. “Knees up.” He ordered. You did so, what the hell was he doing? The stood by your head, Ser Criston was outside the room and the maester-

“WOAH!” You yelled as you felt two fingers pull apart the lips of your vulva. “Woah- Woah, Woah! WOAH!” You quickly jumped up, startling them both and backed yourself into a corner. “Hey! I did not consent to have my no-no square touched by a MAN who isn’t my HUSBAND.” You announced, putting your hands over your lower body.

“My lady, this is standard procedure…” The maester said, you think this was Maester Orwyle. You looked between him and the queen before replying- “Standard procedure? How is touching me there standard- I thought the whole point of being untouched was that no one was supposed to touch me until my wedding night!”

“Grand Maester Orwyle is not doing anything that could harm your virtue my dear, when you marry into the royal family, we must check your maiden head to ensure it is intact. I have gone through this procedure myself when I was younger and so must you.” The Queen assured, approaching you.

“I know how difficult… and embarrassing this might be for a young lady such as yourself, but fear not. I’m here to look out for you.”

You breathe through your nose, quickly nodding your head before laying back down on your bed, you feel the man’s finger pull your vulva apart and you hold your breath, squeezing your eyes shut. ‘Just pretend you're at your gynecologist, just pretend you're at your gynecologist.’ You repeated in your head. That the person looking inside your vagina wasn’t an old man but your friendly female doctor who always makes you comfortable whenever you visit her.

“I’m all done.” The Maester said before removing his fingers and getting up to wash his handles. “Your assessment?” The Queen asked as you sat up. “I’m happy to report that Lady Lannister is as fully intact as her father promised.”

“Very good.” The Queen nodded, giving the doctor leave. That was way more embarrassing than you had imagined. “Now then, the maids will prepare you your bath and your meal, rest up, you have a big day tomorrow.” Soon the Queen left you alone and the maids came to aid you, what a day.

Are you ready my dear?” Jason asked as he locked his arm with his. “Not really… but I have until the rest of my life to prepare.” You said. The two of you watched the doors open up before you walked through. Many Lords, specifically the crown lands, had come to see you and the prince. You noticed the King was not in attendance, you know he was in poor health around this time so you really couldn’t blame him.

Then you saw him.

At the end of the Sept, by the High Septon looking exactly how you imagined him to be. Long flowing hair, a sharp jaw, tall, broad shoulders and the eye patch to cover his sapphire eye. (You really hoped you would see it soon) You could not help but smile brightly, you were literally living the dreams you’ve always had since you were a little girl, marrying a prince! Not only that you were marrying your most favorite character ever!

Your father handed you off to your intended place before going to stand in his place. You made eye contact with him, your soon to be husband and he stared down at you with curious eyes. You could hear the Septon speak yet his words went through one ear and out the other, all of your undivided attention on your intended, wrapping you in his cloak to bring you under his protection and soon-

Taking his hands in your, they felt so big and strong- you wondered how they would feel around your neck-... you were getting too far ahead of yourself. You were just meeting him and you were already imagining him choking you. His fingers interlocked with yours and you almost gasped, such an intimate and yet bold display of affection!

Speton wrapped a ribbon around your interlocked hands as you both repeated the words.

“Father, Warrior, Smith. Mother, Maiden, Crone. Stranger.”

“He is mine and I am his, from this day til the end of my days.”

“She is mine and I am hers, from this day til the end of my days.”

Soon his lips joined with yours and in that moment, you could have died a happy woman. His lips were soft against yours, moving gently against yours. His hands held yours tightly but not squeezing but more of a caressing hold. The cheers of the Lords and Ladies still continued as you and the prince pulled away from each other, a small smile on his face. The next thing you knew, you and your lord husband walked hand in hand to the wheel house by the sept, the small folk cried out in celebration.

You couldn’t help but feel like Princess Diana.

The servants opened the door and your Lord Husband assisted you inside before entering himself. You heard two bangs before the wheel house took off. You sat across from him and he, you, you noticed his face dropping, his smile from before dropped and you couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit awkward. Perhaps some light conversation?

“Prince Aemond…. It's nice to finally meet you after all this time.”

“Hmm.” He hummed.

You tapped your fingers together. “Not a man of many words, I see…”

“Hmm.” He hummed again.

“That's okay, if you want, I can do most of the talking… like you're the prettier one out of the two of us. And the smartest, and the strongest and the most-”

“Or perhaps you stop talking and we continue this ride in silence.” He spoke and you halted your rambling, a feeling of disappointment overcoming you. “Yes sir…”

Once you all arrived at the Red Keep, you all enjoyed the reception in the throne room, it was your first time eyeing the massive structure, it was everything you had ever imagined. You and your husband sat together at the head of the table, usually there is to be a dance between the Groom and Bride but not once did your husband offer his hand for you.

“(Y/n), my sweet. Do come over here!” Your father called, you left your seat and joined your father who stood by your uncle and a few other girls. “Daughter, you remember your cousins.”

Distant cousins, last you check, Tyland had never married nor did he sire any children so these cousins were more than likely from distant branches of the family. “Chrysha, Elanya and Dasina!” You rejoiced, thankfully you remembered them, they seemed surprised you remembered them. “They have come all the way to serve as your ladies in waiting… along with a few other members of House Hightower.”

“Of course father.”

Soon, Lord Otto Hightower approached you, two other girls following along with him. “Princess (Y/n)” He said, a sudden wave of excitement overcoming you as you tried your best to hide it. “My Grand nieces, Maralynn and Madilyn Hightower.” Two twins rushed over to you and bowed. “Your highness.” they said in unison.

So now there are five ladies waiting for you.

“I am glad to have you all in my company.”

You looked up at your husband to see if he was paying attention to you, but atlas, his eyes were focused ahead of him in the room and not on you. “My good sister.” A voice said, appearing from the crowd was a man with a short yet shaggy mop of platinum blonde hair, he wore green from head to toe and two deep purple eyes, you could immediately guess who this was “Prince Aegon.”

The usurper, the man who robs his sister’s birthright and takes the Iron throne. It was strange, from the story, you imagined he would have a bit of a beer belly due to all the ale and wine he drank but no, he was quite lean, not as tall as his younger brother but fit nonetheless. “May I have this dance?”

You knew you should refuse, after all it was your husband who should be dancing with you first but not once had Aemond attempted to come over and offer you his hand. All eyes were on you and had a feeling that rejecting him would not do you any favors. “Of course.”

You took his hand and soon the two of you were on the dance floor, one of his hands on your waist and another taking your hand, you placed your free hand on his shoulder as the two of you began to dance. He had a smug look on your face and you could only guess what he had planned. “Don’t you two make a happy couple?”

“We’ve only been married a few hours, good brother…”

“Believe me when I say, my adorable younger brother has no idea how to treat a woman, no less a woman yourself.”

“I believe…. We can figure it out…” You replied as he spun you around. “If you must know, I am privy to anyone who wishes to join me in my bed.”

“But… you're married.” You knew this man was a whore, there was no denying. You knew he loved his whores, well not loved them- he liked to fuck. That you knew. “My wife barely misses me… but I have a feeling you and I… could have a great time. If your interested.”

“My Prince.” You halted your steps, taking his hands and putting them down.

“Respectfully, you and I are our in-laws by marriage. I am your brother’s wife and you yourself are a married man, it is not my position to judge what goes on your marriage to Princess Helaena… but please…. Do not attempt to make a dishonest woman of me on my first day of marriage, because I will always choose my betrothed, that is my duty.”

“Well spoken.” Said a familiar voice, from behind, Your husband appeared, his hands behind his back. Your brother in law chuckled. “Aemond, spying on me and your new wife?” Aemond took your hand and you went to his side. “My dear, I think it is time for us to consummate the marriage.”

“Of course, husband.” You replied as the two of you walked away.

“(Y/n), my darling good sister! If you’re ever in need of real pleasure, my door is always open!” He yelled, attracting a few eyes but you two pressed onward, leaving the throne room and up the stairs to Maegor’s holdfast where you entered the Royal apartments and into Aemond’s chambers. He locked the door and you sighed in relief.

“What made you so stressed, was it my brother?” He questioned strutting over to you. “I feared… that we’d have some sort of bedding ceremony.”

He chuckled under his breath. “Bedding ceremony?”

“I just figured cause… they had me lay down yesterday to see if I was still a virgin.. So I had a suspicion they’d do the bedding ceremony…. Y’know… to make sure we’d..”

“Unfortunately for them, my pride would not allow me to let others watch me sully my bride on our first night together, I told them not to bother..” he uttered.

So he was thinking of you! You had to thank him! And you just knew how.

“My prince.” You unlaced your dress before letting it drop to the floor, along with your underclothes. You took out your hair accessories and let your hair all fall down. There you were, exposed to the prince in all your glory, his face remained stagnant though. “This will be our first night as husband and wife… “

“So it shall be..” He said, unbuttoning his doublet, but before he could finish, you got down on your knees. “What are you doing..?” He questioned.

“Is it not the duty of a wife to please her husband, if you want… I-”

“Get up.” He commanded. You immediately stood and you could detect a look of annoyance on his face. “Have I… displeased you..?” Oh fuck. You fucked up, you fucked up. You fucked up. You were too desperate and know you’ve betrayed yourself as someone too desperate for dick!

“Know this, you are my wife. You are here to do one thing and one thing only, provide me with children.”

“O-Of course… my prince… I knew that.” You answered as he took off the rest of his clothes. He was ripped, a six pack at least with strong biceps and large lean pectoral muscles. A prominent collarbone and a v shaped pelvis that went down to his genitalia, he was uncircumcised which was expected since this was medieval times circumcisions weren’t invented yet but besides that, it was a good size and you could live with that.

You remember your ex, he went to the gym regularly too, he was fit but not on the level Aemond was, this was literally your dream come true. “Tell me… what were you just about to do?” he asked in a deep husky voice. You swallowed.

“I-It was a technique my… older cousins told me about..! To please their husbands- I thought… this is the sort of thing men want from their wives…”

“You… are not a whore. Only whores do that kind of thing.”

“Oh… if.. That's what you wish…” You said defeatedly. He gently pushed you over to the bed and you sat down. “I only wished to please you…” You muttered.

“Maybe some other time, right now, let me see you as you are.” Using his finger to make you lay down, your head reached the other end of the bed as he crawled on top of you, taking his fingers and caressing his fingers against your cheek until they reached your neck. “What soft skin..” He muttered.

“Do you want to hurt me…?” You asked in a shy voice.

“What makes you say that?” He asked, looking down at you with his violet eye. You reach up to touch his face but he quickly grabs your wrist, tightly. “I just get the feeling… you kinda.. Like it rough…”

“Rough, you say.”

“Can I see it…?” You asked, eyeing his patch. “Your sapphire eye, I’d like to see all of you tonight..”

“Such a selfish request..” He muttered but alas, obliging your wish as slipped his patch from your face. There it was, illuminated when the light hit it, just a deep blue looking back at you, it was so shiny, you could see your naked reflection in it. “Wow…” You mouthed.

He proceeded to take your legs and hoist them up. “W-wait!” you protested.

“What? Don’t tell me you suddenly don’t wish to perform your duty.”

“I-I do! It's just that, we have all night to do it, wouldn’t you like to take things slowly…?”

“Why would I want to do that? I wish to make this quick.”

“B-But- we should take the time to enjoy ourselves, we are husband and wife now, duty isn’t the only thing that makes a marriage work-”

It was like your words went in one ear and out the other when you felt him slide his shaft into you, freezing up at the sudden penetration. “W- Wait!”

“Shut up.” He growled, a hand slamming down on your throat, you felt him squeeze the tips of his fingers digging into your skin harshly. “You are my wife, I shall have you any way I want, now be quiet and let me take what is mine…” The way he growled in your ear, calling you his, it made you shiver, his hand never left your throat as he slid further into your cunny, your legs quaked, it wasn’t like anything you felt before.

Your new body wasn’t prepared for the intrusion and it felt like your uterus was being torn apart. “Hu- husband please! Not so- it hurts!” You cried. You could see his eyes roll back, you could see him enjoy the feeling of your opening, tears rolling down your eyes. “Please-! I- I don’t like it…!” You wept.

You could hear him chuckle darkly, his free hand creeping up to grab one of your tits, squeezing harshly. .

“I must say…. I’ve never been with a virgin before… I can certainly see the appeal now…” He smirked, he leaned down to meet your face with his, two fingers pinching your nipple tightly, making you squirm and unconsciously squeeze his shaft with your virgin cunt. “So fucking tight….”

“A-Aemond… please… be gentle with me…!” You wept, you felt his hand comb your scalp before grabbing a lock and pulling out it, making you cry more. “What's wrong? You suddenly don’t want me to be rough….” He slid out of your pussy, slowly while keeping eye contact with you intimately before slamming his cock back inside. “I get it…”

“A-Aemond..!” You whined, making him groan more. “You just wanted to act like a big girl, didn’t you?”, suddenly he took both your wrists in each hand and pinned them beside your head, he cracked his head until you heard a crack echoing from it. If this were any other situation, you’d totally be dripping for him, but at that very moment, you were terrified. “I- I love you… I- I do..” You croaked.

“Do you now…?” He chuckled, pulling his cock back and slamming into you again making you cry out.

“Go on, you're such a big girl, use your little words and tell me why..” And with that he began to slowly thrust himself into you, making sure his eye never left yours. You knew you couldn’t resist him, you can’t. Still, it didn’t mean you had to let this experience become miserable for you. “B-Because.. You’re my husband…! You the m-man I’ll spend the rest of my life with- oh! What wife doesn’t love her husband?”

“So I can treat you how I like and you’ll still love me~?”

“I want you to love me too…!” You cried, using a sudden burst of energy to wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer, despite the pain. He halted his thrusting to humor you. “Please my Prince… we’ll have children one day…. And all children want parents who love each other… don’t you?”

His smirk left his face before he analyzed you or rather your words. You couldn’t possibly know what he was thinking, he let go of your wrists and softly cupped your face with him. “Do you truly wish for me to love you?”

“Yes… I will love you unconditionally until the day I die, that is my promise… my prince..”

“Then you must do what I say.”

“Yes.” You said.

“Then silence yourself.” He muttered before pressing his lips to yours, you held him closer to you, hands running through his silver locks as began to fuck you, pain stakingly slow, feeing every inch of his cock worm its way in and out of you as your lips meddled, together. His tongue pressed out, pressing against your lips, you pried them open and the next thing you knew, your tongues had begun to dance together. He took your one leg and held it up while your other one curled around his leg. His hand went in between your shoulder blades as the two of you danced in passion.

“Wife….” He growled against your mouth before leaning down to your neck and peppering it with kisses. Now this was the kind of stuff you were looking for. His thrusts began to go faster and faster. You gagged, you clawing at his back as if desperately trying to hang on to him. “Think you’re a big girl now…?” He cackled.

You felt a pair of teeth latch down on your neck, making you squirm.

“You’ve got a long way to go before you're big enough to take me on.”

The little kisses turned into lascivious bites, scattering them about your neck, shoulders and collarbone as if trying to mark you. “I-I’m-! I'm gonna- ah!” You felt yourself release all over his cock, your legs quaking uncontrollably, a wave of euphoria and joy washing over you, making your back arch and letting the pleasure take over.

Nothing ever beats your first orgasm, nothing ever beats your first high. You’d never thought you’d be able to have another orgasm like that after your first one with your ex, but here with Aemond Targaryen, your favorite character in a body that has never had such pleasure.

It definitely beats your first from your original life.

The one eyed prince took both your legs and raised them higher, thrusting inside fast and harder as your walls convulsed around him, “F-Fuck!” He growled, your back arching as he shot his hot white seed inside of your womb, it practically burned you from the inside and in the moment you grabbed his hand, feeling him hold you tightly as you both came down from your highs.

“That was…” You tried to say but he only removed himself from the bed and began to dress himself, your heart dropped. “W-Wait a minute! Where are you going?” You asked, he slipped his eye patch on and threw on his doublet.

“Our duty is done and the night is still young. Rest well wife.” He said, throwing his hair back before unlocking the door and leaving the room, you were in shock. He literally gave you the best fucking ever and he just- leaves?! No round two, three or four?! You look down at the covers to see the blood on the bed and to see the blood that coated your thighs. Sure it hurt but it was Prince Aemond Targaryen so you could forgive him for being rough, that was just his character, you can’t fault him for how he was written but to just get up and leave after all was said and done.

“FUCK!” You shouted, throwing the covers off the bed and banging your fists against the mattress.

It's not fair! It's not fair! It's not fair!

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