#Madame Regent

[ladyoftheblades]

comfort

aegontargaryen x aemondswife!reader

synopsis: the war had caused a shift in aemond, brothel visits, questionable behaviour toward his family most of all his brother, and now news of his lover. his wife had had enough, turning her attention to a lover of her own,none other than the king

a/n: i really hate this but wanted to get it out of the way to focus on new things 😙i finished this drunk off of cosmopolitans and crying my eyes out about my fate, so maybe aegons breakdown is a little ooc.hope you enjoy anyway. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE and im dyslexic.

warnings: smut, p in v, dacryphilia, mutual cheating, descriptions of wounds and scars(not too much tho)

it was a young and uneasy night, sunrays still gracing the sky, dousing kings landing in twilight. the princess sat at the library, the book in her hands long cast aside in favour of staring out of the window. it was a useless thing anyhow, having done little to ease her worries. today was the day she was excpecting news of her husband, aemond targaryen, to arrive from harrenhall.

she knew the rumors surrounding the castle, it was a cursed place, full of mysteries and withcraft. it was especially dangerous for targaryens, since the time of the conquest when aegon burned it down.

aemond had gone to claim it in his brothers name. but the hour ran late yet the messenger had not come. she sat and stared, all of the worst scenarios playing in her head, turning and swirling her thoughts, sending waves of nausea to her stomach.

truth be told, her husband had displayed some very unusual behaviour of late. since the murder of luke by aemonds own hand, he had taken to visiting a brothel in the city. her immediate reaction was one of anger but once her confidants informed her he was visiting the same madam, a woman named silvy, the one who lay with him for the fist time when he was but a child of three and ten, she understood. his actions were not born of lust but of trauma. he had always treated her with respect and love, so in spite of her initial anger she found it in her heart to forgive him, to overlook his slight.

but his strange behaviour had not ended there. the war was taking a toll on him, she could tell. he always had a violent streak, yet he held great mastery over it, always calm and collected, only rarely losing control. the war brought out those tendansies, warping him into a beast of unquenched anger. after the battle of rooks rest, due to his brothers injuries he had been named prince regent which only expedited the change in him.

the battle of rooks rest was the oddest of the ocuurances. princess rhaenys had passed, killed by the joined efforts of aemond and aegon, the king and his dragon sustained grave injuries, incapacitating them fully, yet aemond and vaghar came out of it almost completely unscathed. the lady attempted to coax her husband into talking about the battle, yet every mention of it caused him to break out in a fit of anger or storm out of the room immedietly.

not one soul but aemond could give a complete account of the events, for the king refused to speak with anyone, stating he needed rest. but the account aemond gave was....lackluster. something was off, piesces loose on the tapestry he had paited of the events. if one could poke at it it was sure to come undone, yet the regent allowed none of it. the small council could raise little question, he was -for all intents and purposes- their soveirgn after all.

time went on, the sun hiding behind the western sea, taking all semblances of light with it, the sky now completely black. quite an unpleasant sight. a knock sounded at the door, the princesses heart began to race with unparalleled anxiety "enter, please" she shouted.

she had excpected an envoy from harenhall, one appointed by her, yet none came, in stepped the master of whisperers, lord larys strong. "my lady" he greeted, giving his best bow. "lord larys. i excpected an envoy from harenhall, have you come in his stead ?"

"yes, my lady" he walked further into the room, slowly reaching her spot by the window, taking a seat with great effort. "i must inform you, the nature of the information...is quite sensitive" her anxiety shot through the roof, chest thumping at a hundred kilometers an hour.

"has something happened to my husband ?" she said urgently. "do not fret my lady, the regent is in good health" the air shifted, her anxiety had calmed but something else, something more unsettling took over. what could possibly be of such sensitive nature ?

"go on" she said. "my informats have made me aware of the princes recent behaviours, since taking control of the caste, maybe even pre-"

"oh quit your theatrics and spit it out" her tone was now damn near yelling. the man infrotny of her was stalling, but games of court had no place in the concerns of a wife at alarm. larys took a deap breath "your husband has taken a lover, her name is alys rivers. i am told she works as a milkmaid in the castle, though rumors have it she is a witch"

her heart almost stopped. a lover ? she could excuse silvy, they shared a certain history. a lover ? a paramour ? one that was unpaid, and there to whisper in his ears the gods only know what ? too far. she stood up suddently and began to pace back and forth infron of the window. she continued that way quite a while, not uttering a single word, only flailing her hands in erratic movements, trying to wrap her head around the information, attempting to make sense of the storm of information now revealed to her. larys remained calm. his composure was almost...unnerving.

eventually he attempted to pull her out of her trance "i understand this must come as quite a shock, shall i call for a maester my lady ?" she halted her movements immedietly, regaining contact with reality, yet ever in internal disarray. "no, that is quite alright my lord. who else knows of this ?"

"no one, of yet. i came to inform you first, though i doubt it will remain private for much longer" she looked to larys, a knowing look in his mischievous eyes. information was his trade, and he had provided elite services, a reward was in order. "i thank you for your service lord larys, you may take your leave, your loyalty will not be forgotten, i assure you" with that he was satisfied, giving a final bow, he exited.

with the bang of the door agains its frame announcing larys exit, the emotions hit her all the same. what was she to do ? this was not her husband. war changed the souls of men, bringing forth the worst of their humanity. the brothels she could forgive, the anger excuse, hells she could even overlook the lover, but all three combined ? an insult. a hurtfull, heartbreaking insult, one that could not go unaccouted for.

she had yet to bear aemond any children, if this whore were to come with child, if she was to have a son, it would put her position in danger. semblances of solutions to mend the problem, to find her an explaination at the lest, flew around in her mind, yet she was far too disturbed to give any of them proper consideration. still in that strange trance of betrayal, she began to walk.

her feet acted on their own, unattatche dand seemingly unaffected by the storm that was her mind. they took her out of the library, tracing a path around the red keep. she walked and walked and the more she walked the more she thought and the more she thought the clearer her head became.

power was getting to aemonds head but he was not the ultimate authority, the king was. the root of her husbands behaviour was the death, or rather the murder, of lucerys but rooks rest was the turning point. if he would not provide an explaination, his brother would.

she had shared few words with her brother in law, far and inbetween, aemond always coming inbetween them to root out whatever semblance of a relationship they began to create before it could sprout. but he was pleasant, a little inappropriate in his jests and brash to a fault. he spoke his mind, did as he pleased, with no mind for consequences. the only thing that kept him alive quite frankly, was his position as the fist son, now king. all those qualities, once considered faults, now sounded refreshing. a stark contrast to the lies and masked intentions of others.

the king had locked himself away from the world following the battle of rooks rest. she had heard the whispers of his state, his appearance made up to be groutesque and unnerving. "unlike anything come of our realm" she had overheard one maidservant say.

she traced a path to the kings chambers. security was never strong in the keep anyway and she had memorised the schedule of the changing guard. she reached the hallway of his chambers just as the guards were tuning the other end.

she hadnt much time, begining to advance when suddently three maids exited the chambers in coplete dissaray, clothes soaked and the king audibly yelling from inside the rooms. they began to run in the opposite direction, their voices somewhere between whispers and shrieks, full of terror. something was amiss with the king, even mose so than usual. no matter, she could use the opportunity.

slowly she walked to the rooms, quietly slipping through the door.

"I SAID LEAVE" shouted aegon imedietly upon sensing her presance. the sight infront of her was truly something... the king lay in his tub, his back to her, watter spilled all around, no doubt by whatever had transipired beforehand. his body had been badly burned, maelys managed to damage his body so much, armour melted into his skin. even with his back to her, tub obscuring his visage, the damage to his shoulder and neck was visible.

she took a step forth "im sorry to disturb your grace though i believe you never asked me to exit". upon hearing her voice aegon made an attempt to crane his neck and look at her, the tension to his burns making him wince in pain, immedietly turning back around.

"please, your grace, do not exert yourself" she said, tentatively approaching. she soon reached him, finally able to look at him whole. the water obscured his visage from the waist down but the sight of his face and chest made her heart swell with hurt. the burns consumed the entire left side of his chest, expanding to his neck, fully engulfing the side of his face, even parts of his nose.

thought what struck her most was not his gruesome burns, he was far from such. in spite of the burns his face held a certain beauty, even on the scarred side.

he moved, ignoring the pain, turning away from her quizical gaze. "please, leave, just leave..." none of the previous anger was present, voice laced with only sadness and embarassment. he was voulnerable, oh so voulnerable, exposed, completely at the mercy of the world and his surroundings. she took the kings aversion as a challenge. "oh your grace, please, allow me"

she fell to her knees, the fabric of her dress becoming wet at contact with the floor. "i have no need of your pity" he muttered, face still turned. "i do not pity you, your grace, the scars of war are to be worn as a badge of honor, as proof of your bravery"

she could not see his face still but something told her he did not share that same oppinion. his burns had healed in their majority, forming an angry red scar. some areas remained sensitive, mostly underneath his arm, must be the parts where metal melted into him, she thought. she looked to the desk behind her, an assortment of ointments placed atop.

she looked to the labels on them, spotting one which wrote "after bath". she took it and oppened the top, the smell surprisingly pleasant. "did the maesters instruct a certain ammount be used ?" aegon shook his head no. he was still somewhat uneasy, yet did not deny the assistance.

she put some on her hands and began to apply it to his torso. it must have worked instantaniously for the king eased, becoming accostumed to her presance, and moved his head to finally look at her. she did not return his gaze however, only continuing her movements.

he studied her hands with searing intensity, periodicaly giving satisfied hums. they kept like that a while, the king growing more and more comfortable as time went on. untill she reached his face.

by now it was near impossible not to look at him, yet she resisted. she completed his cheek, and moved to the area around his eye. before she could contunue though, he raised his good hand from the water and grabed hers. his fingers wrapped around her wrist threatening to leave a bruise. she paused, ever so cautious. "y-your grace, i cannot continue if-"

"Look at me." he comanded. she complied, finally looking in his eyes. they were absolutely beautifull, grayish blue hues morroring those of the sea on a moody day, color only accentuated by the candelight. they hid something, something intense yet he dared not reveal it to her, as if her learning of it would embarass him.

"what do you see when you look at me ?" he asked. she was somewhat taken aback by such a question, still she made no attempt to back away, in too deep already. whatever the king wanted she had to comply with. she took a moment to think, knowing the wrong answer might cost her her life. " a boy"

"is that how you see your king truly ? as a boy ?"

"my king is a fierce and brave warrior forged by fire and blood, the one infront of me named aegon targaryen is a boy"

his face began to change, the walls built around his soul slowly coming down, eyes verging on betraying their secret. he removed his hand from her wrist, allowing her to contunie apllying the ointment. she brought her hand forth to his eye, the king leaving a sigh of relief, tilting his head back. she turned around to place the jar to its place, by the time she turned to aegon once again he was looking right at her, head tilted back, eyes dark and playfull. if she looked closely she could even see a smile playing at his lips.

"comfortable, your grace ?" she said, attempting to match his playfulness. he gave a chuckle "very. you my lady ?"

"very" she mirrored his reply. she closed the distance between them, now putting her hand on the good side of his chest, begining to rub soothing circles on his alabaster skin. he enjoyed the contact, she could tell, the smile on his lips turning from one of mischief to one of satisfaction. she knew she could not keep it up for long, her visit was now devoid of purpose, she would have to come up with soemthing quick-

"i never did ask, why are you here ?" he broke her train of thought. she stopped the movement of her hand, moving it instead to play with his hair.

"i have been discarded by my husband im afraid and ... i understood you to be in a similar position. i thought... i thought maybe we could be alone together" she looked straight to his eyes as she uttered that, finalising her last word with an afectionate tuck of his hair beneath his ear. she waited, frozen, afraid of having said the wrong thing, the one that would set him off. yet as time passed, tortourously, kicking her gut harder and harder as it went on, his demeanor went unchanged.

"at first you think me a boy, and now discarded. i ought to have your tongue for that" he moved his hand, the scarred one, to cradle her chin as he delivered his words. yet his toutch was neither threatening, nor malicious. no, he was playing, he wanted a game but more than that.... he was looking for something in her. comfort she had provided already, trust, perhaps ?

she made no attempt to remove her face from his hand, the contact sending shocks through her body... it had been a while since her and her husband had been intimate... the sole attention of the king was something else entirely. "are you not, then ? discarded ? are you not lonely ?"

the game was on. he seized her up, looking to find what he wanted, she spoke again "if you have no need of company, should i take my leave ?" immedietly his fingers dug into her skin "i said no such thing" she gave a smile of satisfaction.

"you admit it then, you are lonely, just as i" her voice was laced with nothing but warmth, coaxing out of aegon his true nature, breaking down any remainants of walls around his heart. "just as you" he spoke, voice but a whisper, a glint of recognition in his eyes.

"we are one in the same. i see you as you are" her words rang true, they were one in the same, cast aside, stripped of their agency, starved of affection, all due to aemond. a wave of boldness washed over her. she moved closer to aegon, head resting on his shoulder, cautious not to disturb any parts not yet healed.

"why did you so rudely dismiss your maids ?" he took in a sharp breath "they thought of me as a beast. i saw it in their eyes, the disgust. besides, they knew not what they were doing, before they even began i could smell the incompetence. i could not allow they stay"

"then why allow me ?" she said, craning her head, looking now to his eyes. "i can trust you. as you said... you see me." she gave a small smile. he drank up the encouragement like a man starved.

"we may help eachother then. i see something troubles you, tell me my king, how may i be of assistance ?"

"my troubles are no secret, these scars trouble me, my face, my... my incapacitation." "oh aegon" she uttered quickly, moving from her spot on the floor, still on her knees, standing behind her king now, hands snaking around his shoulders unashamedly. her head went to his good side, chin toutching shoulder. "aemond may be regent but you... you remain king. ofcourse you are capable, you may rule from your own bed if you wish, council be damned."

a sob rattled his body. she pressed her arms further into him, attempting to stiffle his sadness for every tear of his shook her to her core. something about this man, with all the power of the realm at his fingertips being so voulnerable, putting his heart in her hands and trusting her to protect it, something aemond had not once done, it made her wish to hold onto him and never let go.

he began to weep openly, hiding his face in the crook of her arms. everyone looked at him and saw only what they wanted, be it a king, a rake, an incompetent fool... no one saw him for him, not even his own mother could recognise the pain festering in his body, the unfairness of the situation she put him in. he was given all the power in the realm with no say of his own fate. destined to live a life soely for the sake of others, faithfully serving the realm, his family, his mother, his counsil, never making a choice for his own. and then he was punished for it, punished for all he had no input in, by none other than his own brother, his own blood. ofcourse she knew naught of it, but the way she held him, so tight, so firm, as if she would take away all his pain and pour the love of the world on his skin the same way she had done that ointment, it only made him want to cry more, overwhelmed by the emotion.

she held him close and did not let go, not when the tears ran a salty stream on his face, not when the snot began to fill his nose,making his sobs sound all the more pathetic, not when his hands left bruising marks on her arms, possesively keeping them close, afraid they would be taken from him. she only endured, giving small tuts and shushes as well as little praises here and there.

eventually his sobs ceased, leving him sensitive, puffy faced and shuddering. she tennatively pulled her arms away, much to aegons disapointment, moving to the table once again,bringing a clean piece of cloth to his face. he took it greatfully and began to clean it somewhat.

"your grace ?"

"i just try so hard, all i do i do to please but-" tears threatened once again to spill from his pretty eyes, the princess would do anything to prevent such a thing.

"your grace, aegon, you neednt please anyone, you are far from perfect but you deserve to be treated well, to have your sacrifices recognised"

"they do not respect me"

"fuck them then. you are king, you may impose your authority over the council, you have a mind and a heart, and you can make as strategic a descision as any of them. i will be the fist to support you" his gaze fell to hers, blue eyes further acentuated by the redness brought about by his tears, mouth slightly open, heavy breaths escaping with great difficulty, his eyes from hers to her lips, to her eyes again. she moved her face forward, minimising the distance between them.

she thought of the correct words to say to comfort him, any plan of coaxing truth out of him long forgotten. she had come in with a plan, but his behaviour, his trust in her washed all of that away. she thought yet no words came to he

"aemond is a fool to hurt you"

"aemond is a fool to undermine you" his body reacted on its own, as if possesed by the emotions rooted in his chest so deep and so intense no logic could reach them, and so he kissed her.

his lips were so soft, having been spared, they moved on hers, full of raw intensity. practice attempted to prevail, aegons many conquests having taught him all he needed, yet could not, overrun by emotion. he had no control of his movements, kissing her now like a knight sworn to celibacy, unacustomed to the woea of women, wishing only to express his courtly love.

she pressed onto him harder, taking control of the kiss, hands falling to his face, one on his good side immedietly gripping his jaw, giving back the same desperation he had shown. immedietly upon the contact he oppened his mouth, leaving a whine and allowing her tongue acess. her other hand, ever so carefull not to hurt him, gently rested on his jaw, affraid of horting him.

he broke the kiss, speaking in between pants " my face is-is healed, do not hesitate just toutch me-" and so she did, ever so eager to please her king. the kiss deepened, all the sloppier, all the more desperate, all the more emotional, untill it was not enough to express their devotion.

"are-uh- are other... areas..healed, of yet ?" his face franticaly moving up and down, "yes, all the areas-" he chuckled, a hearty chuckle, such a lovely sound "all the areas of interest are healed, please "

she understood. she rose to her feet and began undoing her gown. aegon watched from his seat, staring patiently, adoration filling his beautifull ocean eyes. it took her a bit to undo the back laces of the dress, she hastily tore it from her body, heavy fabric immedietly falling to the floor, leaving her in only her small clothes, a sheer gown, off white in color, devoid of embelishments, but softly draping over her form.

her body was a painting, brought before aegon to feast his eyes upon. his patience was wearing thin. he moved his hand to toutch her, blocked by her stepping back "please, my king, allow me" he gave a small pout, obeying none the less.

she spared no time in giving him what he wanted, fulfilling finally their shared wish. one leg at a time, she entered the still-somehwat-warm water but faltered, hesitating to put her weight on him,ever so afraid of causing aegon pain.

he sensed her hesitation "its ok, just toutch me, please" desperation filled his body, threatening to chocke him, laced in every word from his lips.

she brought their faces together again, his mouth spilling desperation into hers with every kiss. her hands became unafraid, egged on by aegons words, resting on his chest, one of them reaching further and further down, tracing featherlike lines with her fingers, untill they reached where she wanted. she took aegons cock in one hand, halfhard already, leading him to release a pleading whimper. "good boy" she uttered.

caution thrown to the wind, the praise getting to his head, aegon moaned oppenly. as she began to stroke him, his moans got more and more desperate, each movement of her wrist sending waves of pleasure to his body. much like her he had been starved of affection, all sort of affection, he was desperate to take whatever she was willing to give. "oh gods-"

she shushed him by graciously placing her lips on his, resuming their previous kisses. but it was nowhere near enough for aegon. his hands found purchase on her gown, bunching up the fabric, tugging desperatly. he wanted, nay needed more. he began to tug the gown upwards, a pleading movement, asking of her to be as voulnerable as himself. she was oh so ready to provide.

she took his hands into hers, guiding them to take the gown off, finally it went up, revealng her stomach and breasts to him. immedietly he moved, taking her form into his arms, placing kisses on her colarbone, wasting no time to go lower and lower, reaching her breasts. he took a nipple in his mouth suching in tandem with her thrusts. the princess threw her head back, moaning with her full chest, uncaring of the world around them.

her hand never faltered, his cock began to twitch with his impending release. he detatched from her body, panting like a dog on a dry day, each inhale sending waves of equal parts oxygen and lust in his brain, making his vision hazy. he was not ready to give her up yet.

"p-please, please, im close"

she halted her movements. aegons disapointment traced a path from his abdomen all the way to his throat, releasing a pained whine. his hands moved on her back, clutching her sides for support, the pleasure so rudely torn from him and the previous exhaustion, leaving him stranded in the storm that is the haze in his mind.

"why my darling ? did, did i do something ?" it came out almost more as a cry than a question. "no, aegon, ofcourse not, youre perfect"

his chest fell in relief, lips immedietly finding hers, a kiss of graditude. a kiss of praise. "but im not done with you quite yet. i only wish to please my king after all"

her hand moved to his cock again, she pulled her hips down simultaniously, guiding it to her entrance. his tip barely teased her entrance and he was already a goner. he thrust his hips upwards, chasing the contact he craved so much. "patience, your grace"

she moved his tip forth, coming into contact with her pearl, sending jolts of pleasure to both of them. aegon was on the verge of becoming undone, barely clinging onto his sanity. she gave him a tutt, looking down onto her voulnerable king, his eyes already on hers, looking through his lashes, void of inhibitions and filled with unimaginable lust.

"please" he whispered, begging, such a man brought down by one woman, broken down onto the barest pesces of his soul by the world, pu to gether again by her toutch. "yes, your grace"

finally, finally, she brought her hips down. his cock entered inch by excruciating inch, untill finally she settled, having taken him whole. she resisted moving though, taking strands of silver hair on the nape of his neck, tugging his head to her chest, burrying it between her breasts. his desperatuon had reached a tipping point, this simple act sending him over the edge, sobs wreacking his body once again.

"ooh, my boy, did i pain you ?"

"it just, it feels good. youre so good to me" he muttered, head still buried in her chest and burrowing further, leaving sloppy kisses on her flesh and sucking marks surely with the intent to leave a reminder of him. "aww my darling, do not fret, i will take care of you, just you wait"

she gave his head little reassuring scratches, attempting to ground him somewhat, preparing the boy under her for what was to come. cautiously she began to move her hips. the sobs wrecking her own body just as much as his, only giving her more courage.

the water of the tub began to sway, more and more and more, she picked up her pace, moving her hands through his back, tracing the rough parts of his scars, the sensitivity of those areas adding to his pleasure. her pace picked up further, frantic hip movements rocking the entirety of the tub, the furniture begining to scratch against the floor.

aegon could take it no longer, amidst sobs and moans he began to move is own hips, matching the pace of the princess. his movements executed with no semblance of grace nor purpose, only focused on his own pleasure, seeking retribution for his lost orgasm.

the tub rocked, water splashing all around, aegons sobs turned to little whimpers, salty tears mixing with his spit on his ongoing assault to her chest. her movements began to falter, close to finishing, the white-hot pleasure in her abdomen threatening to burst. her body began to tremble lightly, yet she kept her composure, still in servitude of her king. he was in no better state, cock begining to twitch once again.

he was so so close, and not about to stand for this one to be taken away from him aswell. she took notice of the familiar signs he displayed "im close, aegon, so close"

he took this as a sign to let go, holding her body down with all the strength he could muster, forcefully, halting her movements, selfish for once, taking what he wanted. her orgasm hit her with that final forcefull push on his cock, pleasure exploding from her abdomen, rocking her body while from toes to fingers, face twisting in an expression of absolute extasy, brows knitted together and mouth slightly agape. aegon peeked from her chest, looking up to her face, illuminated by the candles, light softly cradling her features, exposing to his hungry eyes her beautifull expression, the mutters from his mouth a prayer to her beauty.

his own orgasm took over his body, sending a final sob through his mouth, a final wave of tears to his eyes, hot seed spilling inside of her.

they stayed that way a while, her hands cradling his head, his own softening on her hips, softly massaging them, attoning for the shelfish way he had taken his pleasure.

she craned her head down, giving a final kiss to his lips, soft and innocent, unlike any previously shared. he looked so utterly mesmerised by her, though he would not say it, she knew, the same as he did, she kew this meant so much to him. they remained that way, sitting in their understanding, she would do anything for her king and he anything for his lover.

she had come in search of answers to her husbands behaviour yet was left with something different, better. she had gained an ally, more than, she had gained her first genuine friend, her very own lover.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

In Sunday's chapter the madame mentioned that Aemond brought girls from the brothel to the fortress for his pleasure, you could make the reader one of those girls but she is a virgin and it is her first job

This took so long to write, but I was so invested in the story that it almost got to 3k...oops. I hope you enjoy this Aemond smut <3

Warnings: 18+, smut, virgin!reader, (brief) mention of child prostitution, prostitution, oral (m receiving), p + v

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As soon as you stepped into the pleasure house for the night, Madam Sylvi collected you. She had been waiting for you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you followed her to the back saloon, fearing the worst. You wondered if there had been a complaint from a customer and if you were about to be fired.

‘’Scrub your body with a sponge and change into this,’’  she said, handing you a muted blue dress that tied at your neck. ‘’You will be working outside the house tonight.’’ 

You frowned, confusion washing over you. ‘’Outside the house?’’ you repeated. 

Whoever this customer was, he must be paying the Madam a lot of gold pieces to have girls brought to him because when you got hired, the Madam was clear about not going home with the customers. It was strictly forbidden. 

She nodded. ‘’A special customer. He used to come here regularly, but after a recent event, he now requests to have girls brought to him. It minimizes the risks of indiscretion.’’

You swallowed hard. You had been working at the pleasure house for a week and were only doing smaller services. A nervous feeling bubbled in your stomach. You knew that one day you would be required to expand your services, but you didn’t think it would be outside the safety of the house. What if this customer was violent with you? 

Madam Sylvi gave you a soft, reassuring smile. ‘’Worry not, child. I trust this customer to take good care of my girls. You will be well-paid and well-fed.’’

Once you were ready, you and two other girls were escorted to the gates of the Red Keep. A guard in armor was waiting for you, and walked you in silence through the winding corridors of the castle that you had never seen before. You kept your gaze low and walked quickly, intimidated by the impressive beauty of the keep and the royal quarters.

The guard stopped in front of two large doors. He knocked, and waited for a moment. One of the doors opened and a man ushered the three of you into the room. His hair was dark, not white. He must be at the service of a figure of the crown.

‘’Stand in line for the Prince Regent,’’ the man said.

The Prince Regent? The name sent a shiver down your spine. You had heard whispers about him, but never saw him in person. Like all Targaryen men, he must be of an alluring beauty. 

The door opened again and you all straightened your posture as Prince Aemond walked in. He was tall and dressed head to toe in black leather. An impressive sword was sheathed on one hip, a dagger on the other. He looked imposing, fierce, and insanely beautiful. 

‘’The girls have arrived, Your Grace. The Madam has sent her finest ones.’’ 

Aemond glanced at the three of you, standing in the middle of the room in your light dresses. ‘’Thank you, Ser Phillip. I will see for myself.’’ 

He moved past the first one, too plain faced for his liking. The girl was hurt by Prince Aemond’s rejection, but she tried to conceal it. You wanted to tell her that she looked good regardless of what the prince thought, but decided against it. You’ll offer her comfort later. Maybe you’ll both need it. 

The second one had large green eyes and nipples so dark you could see them through the thin fabric of her dress. Aemond glanced up and down, and then spoke in a monotone voice. ‘’Turn around.’’

The girl complied, and turned around on the spot. Aemond circled her, like a shark circling its prey. He was cold. Completely emotionless. He reached out to touch her, feeling the smoothness of her skin, looking for imperfections. 

‘’How lovely is she?’’ he said to Ser Phillip. 

‘’Very lovely, Your Grace.’’ 

Aemond pulled the tie of her dress behind her neck, causing the blue fabric to fall and pool down at her feet. The girl gasped softly, not expecting the prince to disrobe her. He reached to grab one of her breasts, her tan skin contrasting with his. 

‘’Do you like my breasts, my Prince?’’ the girl asked, a little too confident that he would pick her.  

‘’Not really.’’ Aemond retracted his hand. 

The girl’s face fell, but he didn’t care. 

He slowly walked towards you. You were terrified. Aemond had been quick to dismiss the two other girls. You didn’t notice any major flaws on either of them. He was extremely picky, or he was looking for something specific.

You tensed under his gaze, his single eye watching you like a cat with his prey. He studied your curves, your face. He took you in slowly. He seemed to like what he saw, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up like the last girl. 

‘’Turn around,’’ he commanded.

You obeyed, turning around slowly. He took in your backside, the shape of your hips. Unlike other girls at the pleasure house, you weren't gifted in the hips area, but Aemond didn't seem to dislike it. He reached out to touch the skin on your lower back. His fingers were long and elegant, and surprisingly gentle. He caressed up your back, pulling your hair to the side with his other hand so he could carry on to your neck. His touch sent shivers through your body. You felt like prey in a cage, and he was the hunter.

Your shoulders trembled slightly, and Aemond noticed. ‘’You look scared, little one,’’ he whispered.

‘’I’m sorry, my Prince— I mean, Your Grace.’’ You bit your cheek, cursing yourself. 

Technically, your title was not wrong, Aemond was still a prince. However, as he was acting as the regent in the stead of King Aegon, ‘Your Grace’ was more appropriate.

Behind you, Aemond smirked. He enjoyed the effect he had on you. ‘’Take the others and leave us,’’ he ordered Ser Phillip. ‘’Use them for yourself if you wish. I care not.’’ 

The man bowed his head and took the two other girls out of the room, leaving you alone with the prince. 

 Once the door closed behind Ser Phillip, Aemond stepped closer to you and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand. ‘’You are a sight for sore eyes,'' he whispered, his one eye looking at yours.

His words left you flushed and stunned. You have been called beautiful in many degrading ways since working at the pleasure house. It was nice to hear true compliments. 

‘’I was disappointed with the Madam's girls tonight. All plain faced and overused. I remember my brother wetting his cock in the first one when I was a lad.’’

She didn't seem older than eight and ten, she must have been very young when she started working at Madam Sylvi's. 

''But you,'' Aemond said, letting go of your hand to lift your chin and gently force you to look up, still holding his gaze. 

You were so captivated by the prince's piercing eye that you didn't notice Aemond moving closer. His hand, firm and deliberate, slipped behind your neck, deftly tugging at the tie that held your dress in place. Before you realized what was happening, your dress slipped down your body, pooling silently at your feet, just as it had with the second girl moments before. 

The sudden chill of the room made you shiver, a cool breeze from the large windows brushing against your now-exposed skin.

Aemond ghosted a hand down your neck and over the goosebumps of your chest, watching your nipples turning into peaks invitingly. ‘’You must be a delight to fuck.’’ His palms covered your breasts, weighing them in his hand, kneading them.

‘’I…I would not know. I’ve never laid with a man.’’

Aemond raised a brow at your admission. ‘’Never?’’

‘’Never.’’

‘’How is it possible?’’ he asked. ‘’You work at Madam Sylvi’s pleasure house.’’

‘’I’ve only worked there as of recently. I used to be a baker, but with the False Queen’s blockade, we no longer get food in the city. The place was forced to shut down.’’

You were brief in your explanation, not wanting to bother him with smallfolk problems. It’s not what you were here for. The Madam warned all her girls about speaking of your private life to customers. 

‘’I apologize on the behalf of the crown, although my half-sister is to blame.’’ 

You gave him a nod, accepting his insincere apologies. He was probably taught to speak courtly and politically. ‘’That is kind of you, Your Grace, but I am not here to lament about the smallfolk’s misery.’’ You batted your best innocent eyes. ‘’What does the Prince wishes me to do?’’

Aemond brushed his thumb over your bottom lip. ''Get on your knees and that sweet mouth open wide.'' 

You knelt down and looked back up at him, waiting for another command. He took his time removing his sword belt and unbuckling his leather doublet. You pleasantly took awareness of the absence of a tunic under. 

He reached to unlace his breeches, pulling them down to his thighs and revealing his heavy, half-stiff cock. It was long and thick enough to make a tear drop between your legs. 

''Open wide, little bird,'' Aemond commanded, jerking himself to full hardness before feeding his cock to your awaiting mouth.

You wrapped your lips around him, bobbing down a few times to get him wet and slippery before grasping the bottom of his shaft and swiping your tongue over the slit at the head. Everytime you did this, the customers would moan loudly. 

But it didn't have the same effect on the prince. He stiffened, his jaw clenching, and pushed you down his cock by the back of your head. You were under his command tonight. You'll do what he wants. 

You continued bobbing your head up and down his length slowly as drool slipped past your lips and down his throbbing cock. The image was filthy and beautiful at the same time. You took him deeper, causing him to twitch in your mouth, and stopped before it hit the back of your throat. A quiet moan escaped your lips, his grip in your hair tightening. 

He released into your mouth with long spurts and quiet groans. You tried to swallow all he was giving you, but some ended up dripping down your chin and to your chest, painting your breasts with drops of thick white royal seeds. 

When he was finished, you pulled back and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.  ‘’What does His Grace wishes now?’’ you asked, looking up at him, waiting for his next instruction. 

He motioned for you to stand, a smirk tugging at his lips when he saw his seed on your body. He reached out and smeared it over your nipples. ''Go to my bed and wait for me.''

You nodded and walked across the large room, perceiving the bed in the distance. The sigils of House Targaryen were embroidered on the tapestries behind the headboard. You stared at it for a moment, then heard some shuffling, letting you know Aemond was approaching. 

Quickly, you hopped on the large bed and sat in the middle. 

Your jaw almost dropped when you saw him coming at you, fully naked. He was lean, but not too skinny, his muscles rippling over his body with every move. His chest was pale, and completely bare. 

Everyone says Targaryens are closer to gods than to men. You've never been a believer, but, with a body like his, Aemond Targaryen must have been crafted by the gods.

You tore your gaze away, looking down at your lap. ‘’I did not know how you wanted me…’’ you said, fiddling with your fingers.

Aemond lifted your chin. ‘’That’s alright. I’ll guide you.’’

He pushed you back against the sheets and settled between your legs. His hands felt along your skin, leaving more goosebumps behind. Except this time it wasn't because of the cool wind, but Aemond's simple touch. 

The prince looked down at you; rosy cheeks, bouncy breasts and soft thighs with enough meat to grab. He kissed between your breasts, and continued down your stomach and hips, pulling soft sighs from you as he got closer to your cunt. 

Was he like this with every girl that came to the Red Keep? 

Your question died on your tongue as his thumb pressed delicately against your clit. No customers had ever succeeded in finding it, forcing you to fake pleasure when they fumbled around. You pushed back against his thumb, wanting him to do it again. Aemond obliged, moving in motions you had never tried in the privacy of your bed before.

It was not allowed to kiss, but you didn't protest when his mouth crashed on yours. Your hand found way to his jaw, pulling him closer as he kissed you slowly. You were so enthralled by his lips that you barely noticed the two fingers that ran through your folds, prodding at your tight entrance.

You felt a slight uncomfortableness when his fingers slipped inside, your walls clenching around his digits. With how tight you felt, Aemond was looking forward to sinking his cock and pound into you. 

After a moment, he pulled you knees up, and a loud gasp escaped your mouth, your eyes squeezed shut suddenly as you felt him slowly pushing his cock deep into your walls. Your hands clenched in his hair and clawed at his hard chest, feeling like you were being teared open from the inside. 

You whimpered from the pain and scrunched your face, but Aemond didn't withdraw or pause. He continued pushing into you until he was buried to the hilt, causing you to gasp with wide eyes when you felt him hit something deep within you. 

He looked down at you, softly grazing your cheek with his thumb, then pulled out, watching your expression when he thrusted back in. His movements were steady and slow, getting you used to all the new sensations going through your body. He remembered when he was a young boy, his first time laying with a woman was a lot.

Aemond leaned down to kiss your neck, one hand still holding your knee up while his other grabbed one of your breasts, rolling your peaked nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You moaned under him, praising his name and clenching around him as you snaked your arms around his shoulders, needing to anchor yourself. 

It was a pleasant change from what he did with the other girls, but slow sex was a dangerous zone. 

When it became too emotional for him, the prince moved you on your side and took you from behind. He did not let you time to speak before he hammered his hips into you, his heavy balls loudly smacking against your ass every time. The new position had you gripping the sheets, feeling something burning in your lower stomach as he picked up speed with his hips, going faster and deeper until you both reached the edge and your orgasm erupted. 

You made a sound as Aemond pulled out of you, but didn't move. You couldn’t. Your thighs were still shaking from your orgasm and your head was dizzy. So you looked up at the ceiling until your body recovered. 

You didn’t know how many hours had passed since you arrived at the castle, but you were completely exhausted. You will have to walk back to the city soon…unless the prince wanted to fuck you again. A smile curled on your face. You had sex with a Targaryen prince. Better. The Prince Regent had taken your maidenhood.  

Your thoughts got interrupted when Aemond rolled off the bed and stood. He grabbed a black silk robe with dark blue embroideries, and covered his naked body. 

‘’Come,’’ he said without looking back at you.

You followed him through the room, feeling his seed dripping down your inner thigh and leg. You should be embarrassed, but you secretly liked it. 

You stopped in your tracks when you saw a table with a whole feast set up. It was not there when you arrived in the room, meaning someone must have come in while you and the prince were— Red crept to your cheeks, mortified. 

You had not heard the door being opened nor the servants coming in with the food. There was lamb, mince pies, and even honey cakes. Madam Sylvi had not lied when she said you would be well taken care of. 

‘’Help yourself,’’ Aemond said, holding a small honey cake between his fingers. ‘’I assume you have not dined.’’ 

Your stomach was famished. You had been surviving on thinned soup and fish for weeks. The meat and the honey cakes made your mouth water. You missed the sweetness of pastries. 

You took a plate, but before you could start filling it with food, Aemond spoke. 

‘’The tea in the cup is obligatory. To…avoid unwanted bastards,’’ he explained, his eye pointing to a dark cup containing moontea brewed by the maester.

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A Banquet of Consequences (Regent!Aemond x Wife!Reader)

Summary: It was not the lies that Sylvi spewed that upset you, nor the fact she had once been your husband’s comfort. It was her insistence that, even now, she would be his choice over you. You had always been one to believe that actions begot consequences, and Sylvi was about to be served a banquet of them.

TW: MINORS DNI, she/her pronouns, afab reader, oral (m receiving), mentions of sex work, profanity, sexual innuendo, p in v sex, forced voyeurism (Sylvi watches), allusions to imprisonment and violence

Words: 3188

Thank you, @anjelicawrites and @@kaelatargaryen, for this idea, and to @anjelicawrites , @legitalicat @thenameswinter99 for betaing!

(Before anyone comes at me...Yes, in canon Sylvi is paid/persuaded to say the things she does by Mysaria. No, I am not saying she's some evil, deplorable human. It's just a story.)

You paced the floor of your chambers, scarcely believing the words your handmaiden had brought you.

“A banquet! They believe we are banqueting while they starve!” you were visibly seething, hands clenching and unclenching at your sides.

What was worse, was who the lies seemed to spill from. Sylvi, the madame your husband had once sought comfort in. You never begrudged Aemond that your marriage had not begun as one of love and affection so to hear him seeking those softer endeavours elsewhere had not surprised you.

But on being interrupted by his brother, Aemond had come to you and admitted everything. Sounding torn between anger and guilt. He had been forgiven and your marriage now seemed better for it. He came to you when he needed comfort, when he needed a soft embrace to calm the storm within. And you welcomed it with more than open arms.

So, to now hear that same woman spewing lies about him, it made your blood boil. You were not usually one for rage, Aemond had enough for both of you. But since the change in your marriage, you had felt ever more protective of him.

“That is what I heard, my lady, a worrying thought indeed.” Your handmaiden was gentle with her words, hoping to calm you even a little.

You stopped pacing, a plan forming slowly in your mind.

“Say nothing of this to anyone, especially my husband.”

The young girl nodded, bowing her head as she left you.

Aemond had taken his regency in his stride, ensuring he ruled with both strategy and fear. His methods may not be loved by all, including you at times, but he did what he believed was right.

When he met you for your usual walk in the gardens, he noticed a tense set to your shoulders, and he knew better than to not ask about it.

“Is everything alright?” he asked, watching every small change in expression you took as your arm linked with his.

You could not tell him, not yet. You needed to be sure your plan would bear fruit before you mentioned a single word to him.

“I am fine, husband, nothing to concern yourself with.” You replied, offering him a smile even he could see did not reach your eyes.

Aemond only hummed in response. You were usually open with your emotions, even with him, so to see you so closed and tense meant there was something bubbling beneath your surface.

As you walked, you could see him glance at you every so often, as though he was watching for some break in your calm façade. But you kept yourself as reserved and stoic as you were able to, knowing everything would be revealed soon enough.

The note Sylvi received was quite unexpected.

Your presence is requested at the command of his Grace, Prince Regent Aemond Targaryen.

She had not seen the prince since he had stormed out of the brothel after Aegon’s torment. What she did wonder, though, was whether he heard the rumours she had helped spread. There were many a listening ear in the city, even within her own walls. Not all of them were under her control.

But she knew better than to disobey. The prince was not known for his forgiving nature.

You hoped your note had been received and understood. The gold coins placed in the hand of a passing squire had surely been enough for it to be passed on. You could only hope that Sylvi would believe it was truly from Aemond himself.

You had made sure further instructions were given by the squire. For Sylvi to come to the Keep that evening, alone. For her to then be shown to Aemond’s chambers and to await him there.

Only then could your plan find its beginning.

Aemond, for now, was none the wiser. Though he was observant enough to know something was amiss with you, but after your first dismissal of the topic, he was reluctant to bring it up again. 

Aemond was still busy with his council meeting when you made yourself comfortable in his chambers. You had dressed yourself in the jewels and fabrics he loved on you most. A dress of black lace with a green underlayer, and the emerald and sapphire necklace he had made especially for your last nameday.

You seated yourself by the fire, the candles burning low and bathing the entire room in a warm, but dim glow. There was something about the harsh décor and dim lighting of your husband’s chambers that gave you a rush of something sinister. Making your whole plan seem even more perfect.

Wine had been poured and the cup sat snugly in your hand while you waited. And soon the knock you had been anticipating came. The servant you had instructed to bring Sylvi had been ordered to take your lack of response as a sign to enter. You could not risk your presence being revealed too soon.

The look on Sylvi’s face when she saw you was more delicious than you had expected.

“My lady…?” Sylvi could barely hide both her surprise and disappointment, making no secret of the way she scanned the room for any sign of Aemond.

“My husband is not here, yet.” You replied, taking a long and purposeful sip of your wine.

You extended a hand, gesturing for Sylvi to sit and when she hesitated you gave the verbal command.

“Sit, we will wait together.”

Your voice was cold enough for you to visibly see the shiver run over Sylvi’s body. Her face set now into a mix of fear and concern for her own safety.

“My apologies for any misunderstanding, my lady, but the summons I received was from the Prince?” Sylvi tried to sound confident, but the whole situation had her on edge.

“Was it? Can you be sure of that?” you asked, swilling your wine around the cup.

When Sylvi said nothing, you continued.

“Maybe the note was as much a lie as the ones you have been spreading through the city?”

There it was; the fear in Sylvi’s eyes. You had never thought yourself a person who would enjoy revenge or the fear in others. But you found yourself thoroughly enjoying this. Your head tilted, a small smile on your lips.

“Did you think it would go unnoticed? That the venom you spread would remain secret?”

Sylvi shifted in her seat, getting more uncomfortable in your presence by the second. You could almost hear the cogs of her mind turning.

“What I said may not have been entirely truthful, but there is no lie in saying the smallfolk suffer while…” Sylvi seemed to catch herself before she truly put her foot in it.

But you were not going to let her off so easily. She was freely admitting her role but there was another question you wished to ask.

“Did he truly reject you so badly you must now sully his name?”

The change in her expression gave you a rush of satisfaction. From fear to anger.

“Rejection? Your husband chose me time and time again over you, my lady.”

It was your turn to seethe, of course she would bring that up. But you were not prepared to let her get under your skin.

“He may have come to you first, but Aemond returned to me. He remains with me. He only paid you.”

Sylvi fidgeted with the tassels of her shawl. There were things she wanted to say that would surely get her imprisoned, if not worse for speaking ill to the Regent’s wife. But her jaw was set tight, her lips a thin line. In her heart, she knew the truth. Aemond had come to her to get what he could not get from you. The gold he paid had meant little to her.

“He may have paid me, my lady, but the bond we shared is something you will never achieve.”

Her words had your glass slam to the table beside you. Was she truly trying to claim she was his favourite, even now?

You were about to retort when the doors opened and Aemond strolled through. The prince looked at you, then Sylvi, then back to you. Confusion clear on his face.

“Have I missed something?” he asked you, his brow raised as he crossed the room to stand by your seat.

“I heard some things that are quite…concerning, husband. Slander about yourself, our marriage and your regency.”

His lips quirked a little at your tone, the faintest trace of mischief. Maybe this is what you had been hiding when you would tell him you were ‘fine’. Aemond came to stand behind you, leaning on the back of your seat and keeping his eye trained on Sylvi.

“Hmm? Do tell, sweet wife.”

Sylvi shifted in her seat. You were not a stranger to the intense stare Aemond had, having been on its receiving end many a time. You let her stew a moment longer, your own eyes never leaving her.

“Tell him what you just said to me.” Your voice held enough of a command that Sylvi knew she had no choice but to answer. And she knew exactly what claim you referred to.

“I…I claimed you preferred myself over your wife, my prince,” she said softly, the tension thick in the room to the point of suffocation.

Aemond could not help the smirk on his lips. He knew there would be more, but that claim was very curious.

“Do you believe because I paid for comfort during a time of weakness, that I would choose you over my wife?” Aemond almost whispered the words, the low grumble of his tone almost as deadly as when he shouted and raged.

Sylvi stuttered, the first time since she arrived that you had truly seen her afraid. There was no denying Aemond was far more immediately intimidating than you. Your hand raised and laced your fingers with his. In the time since he had admitted his secret to you, your bond had only strengthened, both in public and more private endeavours.

“That is not the only vileness she weaves, my love.”

Aemond tilted his head down to look at you with intrigue.

“Our dear Madame has spread vicious rumours that you are throwing lavish banquets with whores and dancers while your people starve.”

Before either of you could utter another word, Sylvi leaned forward and grasped at your hand.

“Please, my lady, I did not spread such lies by choice. The Lady Mysaria sent word and I only obeyed…” Sylvi’s voice was desperate, her grip on your hand like a vice. But you felt no sympathy.

“So, you are a traitor as well as a liar?” you asked, tugging your hand from her grip.

The pleading in her eyes would likely have endeared you, had she not insulted the marriage you had tried hard to rebuild.

“And what is more, you dare to still think you hold the Prince’s favour over me?”

Your hand tightened around Aemond’s. Part of you knew she was wrong, that your husband had truly chosen you. But there was that small, vicious part of your brain that made you doubt it. Aemond could see the tight set of your shoulders, the small signs of anxiety as you chewed on the inner skin of your lip.

“Is that what you think, Sylvi? That I would still choose you?” Aemond asked.

Sylvi thought for a moment, there was no way out of this. She was already painted a traitor for the lies she had spread against Aemond and the crown, nothing she would say would bring about mercy.

“If you did not favour me, then you would have not continued to return, my prince.” She said simply. Despite knowing Aemond routinely refused her more carnal advances.

Aemond hummed, leaning down and whispering to you.

“Shall I show her who I favour, sweet wife?”

The low thrum of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. Aemond was not usually one for public affections, even in such a small group. His hands found your shoulders, stroking the sliver of exposed skin. Sylvi looked more than confused, moving to stand as though she needed to leave.

Aemond noticed immediately.

“You will sit.” Aemond’s eye darted immediately to Sylvi, who seemed to freeze.

Aemond left your side and stalked over to her, a smirk finding his lips. His proximity was enough to have Sylvi returning to her seat.

“You will sit, you will watch. Then I will deal with your other…indiscretions.”

He then turned to you, extending a hand which you gladly took. You let Aemond lead you to his bed, his other hand pushing the chair you had vacated out of Sylvi’s line of sight completely. You were slow to shed your clothing, letting Aemond drink you in and in all honesty, putting on a show for Sylvi. To prove you were the better woman, for more your benefit than anyone else’s.

Aemond pulled his lip between his teeth as he watched you, one by one undoing the buttons that held the outer layer of your dress closed. But you knew that look, you had come to know it quite well more recently. The look that told you there would be no teasing, no waiting. That he was in charge now.

When your dress finally fell to the floor, only then did Aemond undress himself. Shedding layer after layer with little to no care, his intent solely on you. It was his hands the tugged the rest of your dress from your body, followed quickly by your smallclothes. You did not even bother to hide yourself, even from Sylvi.

Soon Aemond was as bare as you, his back to Sylvi as his hand tilted you up to look at him by the chin.

“You know how I want you, wife…” Aemond growled low in your ear, pressing a heated kiss to the skin beneath it.

You knew immediately what he wanted. To show you off, to let Sylvi see for certain who held Aemond’s desire, love and everything else. You crawled on to the bed, kneeling to face him with a small smile on your face.

“Then come, lay down, husband,” You even beckoned him forward with your finger.

Aemond sauntered forward, sliding onto the bed beside you and lying so his head rested at the foot of the bed. You were quick to straddle his thighs, your hands rested on the taut muscle of his stomach. It had become Aemond’s favourite position to have you in, his way of letting you know just how much he was choosing you. Surrendering to you. Proving you were worth more to him than anyone, especially a whore.

You leaned down, his hands finding your waist and squeezing.

“Shall I put on a show, or do you simply wish to be well pleased?” you whispered, your voice low enough for only Aemond to hear.

You could already feel him hardening under you simply from your proximity. His hips canting up on instinct. But the wicked look in his eye told you exactly what he wanted. You let yourself slide down his body, lips trailing down his bare skin until you reached his hips. Only then did you let your teeth graze his skin, nibbling at his hips bones until his back arched just a little.

Your eyes flicked to Sylvi; your lips pressed to Aemond’s stomach with a smirk. She looked uncomfortable, yet unable to tear her eyes away. There was a difference, you were sure, to seeing her girls work in her brothel. This was more intimate, yes, but in no way that benefitted her.

You held her gaze as you continued your path down Aemond’s body, slowly but surely making your way to his leaking cock. His hips already rising to meet your waiting mouth. The groan that left him when you finally took him in was sinful and you relished every moment. Taking each inch of him, as much as you could while his hand tangled in your hair. With hollow cheeks, you let him slide in and out of your mouth. His skin slick with your spit and his hand tight in your hair.

You alternated your ministrations between his cock and the heavy sack of his stones, bringing him closer and closer to release until he pulled you away with a heavy groan. It was rare he spilled himself in your mouth, preferring the warm depths of your cunt more often.

There was no hesitation when you moved high enough to sink down, letting yourself moan in satisfaction as you felt him sink to the hilt.

“Always so warm and tight for me, sweet wife…” Aemond groaned out, his hands back to your waist as he urged you to move.

Your rhythm was slow and steady, rolling your hips as your pearl rubbed perfectly against the coarse silver hairs at his base. His hands urged you to move faster, your own rested on his chest to steady yourself.

Aemond groaned loud as he felt you clench around him, your release already so close. He sat up, latching his lips to one of your breasts, suckling as you rocked your hips faster and faster. Your hand in his hair holding him to your chest as your head fell back in pleasure.

His name was the only word on your lips as you peaked, losing all rhythm as Aemond tipped you back to find his own release. With you splayed blissed out against his sheets, his hips slammed into your heat, his face buried between your breasts as he panted your name. Soon you felt the hot ropes of his spend coat your walls, his grunts muffled against your sweat-soaked skin.

“No one feels like you, made for me…fucking made for me…” he growled as hips slowed to a stop.

It was easy to forget that Sylvi was even there, her eyes glued to the sight before her as if she feared the consequences of looking away. But when Aemond rolled off you and his seed dripped out onto the sheets below, you could only feel pride. He panted next to you, while you raised yourself to your elbows, looking at Sylvi with a smirk.

“Do you still believe yourself better than me now?”

The sound of Sylvi begging for mercy could be heard as she was escorted from Aemond’s rooms. You knew Aemond would not take her lies lightly, especially those directed at him. Anyone who knew him would know he would show no mercy, that he would use her as an example to anyone else who believed they could do the same. Aemond had followed close behind, having dressed himself quickly to ensure Sylvi was taken straight to a cell below.

You, however, had a bath drawn and sank into the hot waters. You understood now why people would seek revenge. The satisfaction that settled in your stomach made you feel warm and relaxed.

And to know you had asserted your dominance as a wife? That was the most satisfying of all.

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Ghostly Flame

Aemond Targaryen x OC sister x Alys Rivers {NSFW}

Warnings ● more carpet munching, graphic language, general smut and filth, implied homophobia, age gap, dubious consent, violence against female character, heterosexuality, Aemond being depraved as fuck and lowkey the worst, oedipus complex, full blown targcest, mentions of Madame Sylvie (sorry yall), Alys Rivers being a trick ass bitch, not proof read

Word count ● 4.7k

Author's Note • Long awaited. It's finally here. Holy fuck it's actually... like insane how long this took for me to dwell on. I'm not gonna spoil anything but this one is a bit gross. In a good way. Sick sick sick.

Masterlist / Ghostly Flame ● Part I

Part II

The sight on the Prince Regent's bed was indeed, not a mere dream. He stammered as a flood of emotions suddenly whipped against his skull.

As he entered, Aemond's face darkened and the breath in his lungs all but vanished. Hs let fist slowly curl, though his eye was transfixed on the two women, watching as his paramour's mouth moved against his sister's skin. Despite it all, the disgust and rage that was brewing; for a brief moment he enjoyed the sounds and sight before him.

And yet, Aemond knew it was but a vile sin, a betrayal of both his bedmate and beloved sister. Still, the sight stirred heat within him.

Alys continued in her ministrations, her tongue moving with precision, seeking to please and to tease the princess. The witch was so engrossed in the task before her that she hadn't noticed the door or the figure which loomed in the shadows.

The sounds of his sister's mewling was enough to drive him over the edge. The prince clenched his jaw, he stalked towards the women and spoke, his voice ringing in the quiet of the room. "Alys."

Just like that the sounds of their pleasure had come to a deadened stop. Slowly Alys pulled away, and turned towards Aemond. Daera opened her eyes with a flash, her body jolting with fear and suddenly the humiliation rang true.

Aemond's own heart was hammering in his chest, his mind racing with thoughts he had never dared admit aloud.

"Tell me," Aemond whispered, his voice rough and low. "Do the both of you take me for a fool?"

Alys bowed her head and spoke gently, "My Prince, I..."

"Silence." Aemond sneered, stalking towards Alys. His fist soon met with her raven hair, gripping at it as he forced her head up at him. "I have had my fill of your vile tongue."

A silence brewed before he suddenly shoved the woman back to the ground. Alys winced as he body hit the floor with a startling thud. Daera shook, her hands in her head as she had pulled the sheets upon her bare flesh out of modesty. It was comical, still she seemed to care of propriety, even though her own brother had seen her in such a state.

Aemond grunted, raising a hand up as though he was to strike the woman before him. Alys stayed deadly still upon the ground, gritting her teeth, awaiting his hand to make contact with her flesh. Though he felt his rage stir he swiftly pulled his hand away. He could not strike her, no, instead he launched and gripped her arm, forcing her upon her feet.

"You dare humiliate me? You dare bring such shame upon me? Defiling my own blood, my sister! Upon the very bed I let your treacherous head lay, no less!" Aemond's lonesome eye was narrowed in a maelstrom of emotions, anger, betrayal, jealously, humiliation.

Yet in truth, he felt one thing; weakness.

Alys glared at him, speaking oddly calmly, "Of course not, your grace..."

"Then speak, bastard! Speak on the sight before me... of you upon my sister and why my eye was witness to it! Speak to why you... why you dare go against me, after all I have done! I spared you, or do you forget?" The prince gripped her flesh sternly and his gaze faltered as he felt sorrow bloom.

Daera looked away, she couldn't bare the scene before her. Couldn't bare what she had done, she hadn't even known what led her to do it. She had no excuse, no reason. It seemed to have happened before she had any idea it was occurring.

The princess wiped her tears, her heart aching. "Brother..." she muttered weakly, sorrowfully.

Aemond turned his head sharply, "I SHALL HEAR NOTHING FROM YOU!" He snapped at Daera, forcing her back into submission.

His gaze came to Alys once more, whom at this point was holding back a low snicker. Her hands came to his chest, and a low hum was earnt from the prince at her soothing ministrations.

"You are not so tempting as to distract me. I see you for what you are... a snake in my own den." He lowered his tone, as his hand came to her raven locks and gripped them.

Alys gave him an incredulous look once more, "You... you do not mean such things, I have been nothing but faithful, my prince."

"Yet your mouth was upon my sister? You think that faithful?" Aemond retorted swiftly, fastening his grip.

"I... I do not deny how such may seem an act of betrayal. But it was in service to you, your grace." Alys flinched as his hands laced themselves in her hair forcefully. Her voice still measured.

"Do not dare speak such folly-" His temper flared as Alys spoke over the Prince.

"It is not folly... I have brought her, swayed her senses so they may receive what is so deeply suppressed within her. She had not come for me, my prince. She came for you." Alys' voice like a siren song, she let her hands run to his cheeks. Gently stroking at his sharp features.

Silence beckoned for a moment, as Aemond found himself lured by the witch's words. Her eyes gazing with reverence upon him, yet there was a glimmer of something else. Something she had seen.

Slowly, Aemond's grip upon her hair eased flattening to cup her head, "What do you see?" He muttered, his eye scanning her carefully.

Daera's sobbing had eased now, and she watched with baited breath as her brother and the witch spoke before her. She noticed the tilt of Alys' head the low chuckle as she leaned in to Aemond's ear, muttering something unknown.

There was a noticeable shift, the sharp line of his jaw hardening as he eased into her touch. Daera caught a low hum from him, an inquisitive one as Alys nodded.

The prince turned to his sister, her trembling form. No doubt her mind already a place of torment for her. His gaze scanned over her pale flesh, silver hair - so much like his own. Though she looked more like their mother in her features. Melancholic round eyes, full lips; a soft cherubic face. She was a woman grown and yet, still appeared so much like the docile girl she once was in their youth.

Aemond leaned down, his silver hair catching in the moonlight as he gazed upon his sister sternly. His hand gripped her wrist.

"I ought to punish you." He said firmly.

Daera instantly weakened at his words, her head tilting, tears streaming as she simpered, "Brother..."

His hand suddenly clasped her cheek, silencing her whining, "Do as I say."

The Princess's eyes searched his lonesome one, her gaze coiling in uncertainty. She shook her head, disturbed by his sudden change of demanour. Her heart thundering as she knew whatever was to occur, was something she ought to be fearful of. She felt the need to beg, to plead for forgiveness. Though she remained still.

"I do not blame you, for failing to resist my Alys' charm. You are but a woman... you stand little chance against her, for even I find my resolve wavering in her wake." He slowly rose to his feet, and Alys came to him, slowly unstrapping his leathers from his chest.

"You are not... mad with me?" The Princess whimpered, squeezing her nails into her palms. Allowing the pain to distract her from her shame.

"What Alys has seen.. changes the matter." Aemond spoke with a new found clarity, though there was a bitterness that lingered upon his tongue.

Daera shook her head in response, she looked at Alys, whose hands were upon his breeches, unlacing them. Before she could continue he pulled her hands away from him. "No." Aemond muttered, slowly turning to his sister.

Daera found herself trembling once more, her eyes watery, desperately searching for answers as she whispered, "Seen what?"

It was the uncertainty in her eyes which made Aemond look away, his gaze narrowed upon the ground as he mumbled to Alys, "I cannot..."

The witch let her hands cup his face once more, soothing the fear he felt within him, "You can... and you will, desire has sown it's seed long bef-"

Aemond swiftly gripped her wrists, interrupting her, "Do not presume to know of my desires! She is my sister..."

The raven hair of Alys fell upon her pale shoulder as she turned to face the princess before her. Aemond's eye wandering for a moment upon her bare flesh... her breasts.

Daera looked into the green landscape of her eyes, flashes of them lingering between her thighs caused a spark of shame within the princess and she looked away. Alys chuckled softly, turning back to Aemond.

The witch leaned in, her hands coming back to his jaw, one slowly trailing down his neck. She hummed, smiling softly as Alys whispered to Aemond, "You are the blood of old Valyria, your grace... fire courses through your very flesh. A fire I have felt lick at my womb and that shall lick upon hers..."

Aemond's gaze met his paramour's in an intense exchange of understanding and trepidation. Though he was soothed by her gentle touch upon him, soothed by the wisdom her foresight granted him. She was right, it was not as though he held no desire for his sister. He had merely suppressed it. Why long for something that shall never be his to keep?

Their mother never sought to the betroth them, so Aemond simply focused on matters of duty; of becoming a formidable force in battle. Though he could not embrace Targaryen tradition entirely, he sought to expand upon it in other ways. He would seek to become a fierce dragonrider. A man of skill, for his legacy would be his own.

As he gazed upon his sister, he felt the sudden urge to comfort her. The tears that rolled upon her cheek meant for a greater challenge. He would not force himself upon her, but he could not deny the fire set ablaze in his blood when his eye wandered her flesh.

She was to be his destiny it seemed... and if Alys' vision proved true, the mother to his true born heir.

He stalked towards her, and once again found himself reaching over. As he extended his hand to cup her cheek she flinched, and Aemond merely persisted.

Daera however, was not so much aware of what Alys and Aemond spoke of. If anything she was still mortified by the fact her brother had seen her indulge in such sin.

Her gaze widened at the feeling of his palm upon her fleshy cheek, "Please... forgive me...I know I have tainted myself in the eyes of the Gods, but you must let me seek absolution from you. My resolve has grown weak, I see it now... I..." The princess mumbled, fanatically searching her brother's stoney gaze as he watched the trembling of her lips.

Silence beckoned, and Aemond remained still. His eye scanning over her, his thumb rubbing against the plushness of her cheeks. Her eyes that wore sorrow so beautifully, just as their mother's does. Large, comforting eyes... for a moment he felt a sense of boyish peace dawn upon him. Remembering how once, Alicent would gaze upon him with concerned filled eyes.

Though he had not spoken to his mother in many moons now, could not bare the sight of her. It was in Daera's simpering expression he found a small sense of comfort. She was but a piece of home. Though his youth was not always a happy one, there was peace. There was... a familiarity which made him wish to crawl within his sister's arms and pretend nothing bad had befallen them.

"Brother..." She whimpered, begging for him to say something; pulling the Prince from his thoughts.

Daera's eyes were caught by the familiar saunter of Alys' bare frame. She came to Aemond, leaning down as her thin, pale fingers tucked his silver hair behind his ear. Gently she cooed, "Go on, my prince... take what is yours."

With that Aemond glanced briefly and Alys, and then slowly looked back upon his sister. He moved now, shifting his weight to crawl upon the bed. His hand still gripping at her cheek, and the other now finding her waist, pulling her from the sheet and forcing her before him.

Aemond gazed softly, tentatively, at her. His hand moving to her silver curls; her hair so similar to her mother's. His fingers twirled a strand delicately, as though it were made of glass. He suddenly brought his face near her, his cheek grazing hers as he buried his nose within her locks for a moment. He breathed in, closing his eye. The familiar sweet smell of honeysuckled flesh filling his senses.

The princess was in complete shock, she had never known such affections from her brother before. Her eyes widened, her gaze meeting Alys', who came to the bed, sitting at the end as she removed Aemond's boots. Soon, her pale hand reaching over to stroke Aemond's hair gently. The princess furrowed her brow, positively unfurled by the scene before her. Her tears had all but come to a halt, not for the fact shame had left her, but for the fact she was overwrought by the absurdity of it all.

Aemond pulled back slightly, and both he and his sister let out a sharp breath. Her eyes wide, watching him carefully as he gently grazed his nose upon her cheek. His hand coming to her lips. Lips which were too, like Alicent's; swollen and quivering.

His eye, narrowed upon her and he caught her discomforted demanour. His fingers moving from her lips to cup her cheek as he muttered, "If it is absolution you seek, then let us not allow what transpired to be in vain. So, do as I say."

Daera though confused, did not protest. She nodded and heard her breath catch within her throat as he hummed slightly. Aemond brought his other hand to her cheek. A look of determination filled his eye though he seemed conflicted.

His gaze locked upon her lips, he wanted to kiss her, wanted to touch her. Though he knew not how to. Aemond grunted again, unsure of himself. An awkward tension rose as he stammered like a boy. The Prince huffed, looked down as humiliation coiled in his belly. He felt weak, he felt the fool.

He had, in truth never been with a woman as young as Daera. Though she was but a year younger than he. She was unlike Alys... unlike Madame Sylvie. Both of which had known the ways of initiating pleasure. He had never had to worry of such things, for both women brimmed with the confidence only within a mature woman, to take charge. Neither were coy, nor demure. Neither stuttered nor flinched when presented with his desire. Neither seemed so... shocked by his forwardness, nor hid behind maidenly virtue, nor looked upon him with judgement. They were women whom he felt safe with, secure with. He did not have to wear the mask he had crafted so precisely for himself. Did not have to act with the hard faced confidence of a man. Aemond could be unsure, with Alys and Madame Sylvie. He could let go of his masculine fortitude and be a boy once more.

But this was not the case with Daera. He could not help but find the judgement in her eyes, enraging. Already he thought of the million ways she may be laughing or repulsed by him. Already he thought of how she would reject him if he were not willing to do as had been taught men are to do. Take charge.

He could not falter with her, could not be seen as weak.

"Alys..." He muttered lowly, his head turning slightly as to call his paramour to guide him.

The witch continued stroking his hair, cooing softly as she gave him a knowing look, "As you would me..." Her voice soft, knowing he would understand her implication.

Aemond gave a small nod, his gaze then returning to his sister. A look of determination yet also... fear in his eye.

Daera had watched the interaction transpire as though she were but a mere spectator in her body. It hadn't felt real at all, it all seemed like an elaborate dream, and betwixt the moonlight and shadows of Harrenhal, he wasn't fully convinced it wasn't.

The princess found herself sharply returned back to reality as the feeling of her brother's breath upon her neck made her flinch. His fingers gently moving the strands of her silver curls away, before the soft and warm sensation of his lips met her neck.

Daera went to protest, but was met with the cold palm of Alys upon her other cheek, her fingers lacing in her hair as she pulled the princess' head to one side. Exposing more of her neck for Aemond to place his lips upon.

Alys smiled softly and gently stroked the coil of worry lines upon Daera's face.

"That's it." The witch lulled gently, slowly encouraging Daera to lean into her brother's touch. To which the princess slowly raised her hand to Aemond's silver strands, her fingers coiling into his scalp, earning a low groan.

She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of his lips moving up her neck, his hands now moving upon her bare body, falling between her plush breasts, down onto the soft planes of her belly.

It was not long before she felt Alys' lips press into her own, a small whimper leaving the princess.

It was that sound which egged Aemond further, he kissed up Daera's jaw, hoping to siphon more of those sweet sounds from his sister. He felt the familiar touch of Alys upon the band of his breeches, already unlaced. Her cool hand shuffling them down, before reaching in, palming his stiffened length. The sudden feeling of his paramour's hand upon him made him groan. Though he swiftly pulled away from the soft flesh of his sister, his head turning to Alys' sharp face.

"I shall do it myself." His words a quiet yet sharp command.

Alys conceded and resumed her position behind him, gently she stroked his silver tresses. Slightly annoyed by his barking at her tonight. Though she supposed he probably still seethes over her seducing Daera so easily.

The princess was terribly lost in the moment. She had eased to her brother's advances and slowly, his hand came to move her head towards his and pressed into hers gently. Daera whimpered and he pulled away, catching a breath. It was with that kiss that her blood had been set ablaze by him. Suddenly, her hands reached up, catching his cheeks in her palms and attempting to force her lips back into his.

Aemond, pulled away slightly, if not only to tease her for her eagerness, but also to remind him he must remember she had not ever been touched by a man. She was unwed, a mere maiden and similarly to him, probably starved for affection.

A dark desire bloomed as he noted her pleading gaze, a sense of control he did not get with his older lovers. It felt good to be the one whom was bestowing another with affection. Filling a lovelorn void with her that he himself shared. He found her stammering endearing, familiar in a way.

He pulled back again, if not to see how her pretty face coiled in desperation. Just as his would. His hand moved to the back of her hair, gripping her strands roughly, her head tilting back before he spoke lowly, "Tell me you desire it."

Daera's eyes beamed with a sudden awakening desire. Her cunt growing warm, as she whispered, "I desire it."

Aemond's jaw clenched, his voice soft, "Do you want me?" His eye wide, expectant.

Slowly, the Princess let her hands move into his hair as she furrowed her brow, as if he had to ask, she thought. Her voice equally soft, needy, "Yes, brother."

It was those very words which set his lips to hers again. He forced his breeches from him, Alys aiding. Aemond let his knee pry Daera's legs apart, his hand moving to finally touch what he knew would already be ready for him. His fingers grazing her wet core, just as their lips upon each other grew far more intensive in their ministrations. Daera was again, shocked by how wet everything felt, and his fingers sliding between her cunt made her mouth open slightly as a moan left her.

He pushed her down, and his head turned to guesture for Alys to get behind Daera. The witch did so, moving so that her legs were parted where Daera's head lay between. Aemond looked down upon his sister then up at his paramour. His eye narrowed as he let himself slip a finger into Daera's entrance.

A sudden moan left the princess and her hands gripped at his upper arms, she found her head tilting back as a simpering gasp left her. His other hand guiding her knee upwards as he pushed two fingers within her. Slowly stretching her. His eye caught Alys again, who herself had seemed to find the ordeal so pleasing, her own hand worked upon her. He watched as she circled her cunt, then slowly fucking herself with her fingers. Though Daera hadn't noticed, she was too busy writhing beneath Aemond as his fingers had grown terribly fast.

Suddenly he stopped, pulling his fingers from her, his gaze still harsh upon Alys as she pleased herself. His jaw clenched as he had remembered the sight he had walked in upon.

Daera found herself letting out a small whine as he had stopped, she looked up at him, when she was met with his hand clasping her cheeks. Aemond spoke with a swift determination in his tone, "You will tend to Alys as I ready you."

Daera had opened her mouth to speak before Aemond interrupted, "Turn around."

With that, Daera had found herself most shocked, though slowly, hesitantly she turned to her belly and moved towards Alys.

Aemonds voice rang in the thick silence of the chamber, "Tell her what she might do." He said lowly to Alys, his gaze too busy scanning the vast expanse of Daera's pale back, her plump rear and fleshy thighs.

Alys hummed, titling her head, her hands coming to Daera's cheeks to pull her forward, "I shall take the girl's mouth." The witch spoke smugly, her hand pulling at Daera's hair as she lowered the princess' lips to her cunt. "Slowly, my pet..." Alys cooed. "With your tongue."

Daera all but whimpered as her mouth met the soft, delicate folds of Alys. She was not sure how to go about it, but she started with slow, languid licks, hoping she might gauge where Alys was brought pleasure. The witch hummed and chuckled with pleasure, her hips slowly circling as she pressed Daera's mouth upon her cunt further. She instructed the princess lowly, and soon Daera was using her tongue to circle Alys clit, winning groans from the older woman.

Aemond had found himself oddly transfixed by the sight, his paramour instructing his sister. It was as though he was watching himself in a way. Though the sight of the two woman before him, was far more thrilling than he had anticipated. Alys' head tilted back, forcing Daera to move quicker, and Aemond slowly pryed apart her thighs. His fingers finding Daera's soaked core.

He grazed her clit, winning gentle moans from her as his other hand kneaded her rear. Alys, moaned again, her peak dawning as she cried, "The prince watches us... sweet girl. He watches with reverence."

Her words sparked a quick hum from Aemond as he found himself focused on Daera again. He leaned down, his chest pressed upon her back as lewd sounds of the two women filled the chamber. He moved his sister's hair to the side, exposing her neck and back. Aemond pressed gentle kisses into her, his hands trailing her soft flesh.

As he went to kiss her again, Alys had pulled Daera's hair harshly, forcing Aemond to lose his grip slightly. He looked up at his paramour, watching as she rolled her hips on his sister mouth, chasing her endless peak.

She was indeed a woman of great fortitude, but this was not about her pleasure. This was about legacy, this was about himself and his sister... and their duty to House Targaryen. Aemond's hands wrapped around Daera's waist, suddenly pulling her away from Alys' cunt.

The witch's eyes opened swiftly, and she gasped. "Your grace?!" She barked, almost like a mother would towards her child.

Though Aemond paid little attention to Alys as he laid Daera down upon her back again. "You've had your fill." He muttered.

The raven haired woman scoffed, "So I get nothing then? I brought you the girl-"

Aemond raised his hand, his tone aloof as he gazed down upon Daera. "Leave us." Aemond spoke lowly to Alys, he was too transfixed on the way Daera had brought her hands to his cheeks.

"My Prince..." The witch begged. Alys let her gaze grow wide and discontented.

"Hm.." Aemond looked up to the older woman, his gaze unwavering, stern, "You may go."

It only took one disgruntled look from Alys before she gave a nod, biting her tongue as she moved away from the bed. She dressed herself once more and left without any protest. After all, she was but under his mercy.

The silence in the room was startling, Daera's eyes widened, and her hand came to Aemond's eye patch, though he forced her hand away. He did not say another word as he settled between her legs. Aemond moved her hand to clasp his length, guiding her hand up and down to ready himself.

His lips met hers as he moved her legs to wrapped around his hips, and slowly, Aemond let his cock graze her folds. Both of them moaning at the sensation. He felt his resolve weaken, and with that, he pushed into her entrance ever so slowly. Giving her time to adjust to him.

Her core tight, so tight he felt himself wince as he tried to push further. Daera squeezed his arm making him force her hands to his cheeks. "Calm yourself." He said lowly.

Daera obliged, she closed her eyes, trusting the sensation that currently stung with pain would soon dissolve and it did. He eased himself into her, and Daera marvelled at the sound he made when he had finally pushed within her. All that could be heard from her was a deep gasp, her head tilting back. As he rocked his hips, fucking her slowly, her hands laced into his hair and his face buried into her neck. Daera suddenly began to moan softly, wantonly as the sensation became more and more pleasurable as her core loosened. She began to feel herself relax, and he slid in and out of her with ease. Aemond at this point was all but lost, he kept moving into her, his hands cupping her face as he moved between his face in the crook of her neck or kissing her harshly. His moans growing more intense, their names flying from the other's mouth. Panting and cursing filled his chamber, alongside low growls as he relished the feeling of her warm cunt upon him.

"Sweet sister..." He grumbled, nodding as his peak was soon to come. "Have me." He said, almost sweetly against her flesh. He wanted to bury himself in her, hold her tight. And that he did, their bodies flushed firmly against each other and Daera had instinctively began to rock her hips against his.

She moaned, grappling at his hair as she whispered, "Aemond... my brother..."

It was her soft coos which triggered him to come fiercely within her. His seed causing an odd warmth to spread within her. As the moment diffused, the heat between them had caused both of them to become flushed, panting gently as they lay entwined upon the bed. The shadows enclasping them both, yet in their arms both found a sense of peace. Daera coiled into him, her head resting upon the top of his.

Aemond laid upon her, letting her arms wrap around him, her soft flesh against his taut frame felt like bliss. He breathed out, speaking softly against her skin, "Alys... she.." Aemond stammered breathlessly against her neck, leaving small kisses.

Daera raised her brow, her hands coming to his hair, gently grazing his silver tresses. The moment felt beyond intimate, she felt a strange tie to him. One that had been all but lost to their distant youths.

He let his hands gently carress her face, his cheek nuzzling against her own as he whispered softly, cooingly into her ear,"She see's a silver haired boy upon the throne... a boy who comes from the flesh of two dragons. The mother... a great beauty, the father... a feared warrior. Of darkness and light, joined by a ghostly flame of longing. Separated by time, brought together by blood. It is us... sweet sister. Alys sees us."

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Synopsis: Aemond returns to the Red Keep after the battle of Rook’s Rest with a newfound vigor for his wife.

A Dragon's Lullaby [Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader] 1️⃣ 🔞 ❤️ 🔥 🎉

Synopsis: Aemond’s fury is a challenge to contain, but it withers beneath the touch of his wife.

One-Eye & the Dreamer [Aemond Targaryen x OC!Aylana Velaryon] 📖 ❤️

Synopsis: Aylana Velaryon foresees Aemond Targaryen's fate and assigns herself to alter it.

Written from Aylana & Aemond's POV.

(prologue ~ part 1 ~ part 2 ~ part 3 ~ part 4 ~ part 5)

WORLD ON FIRE

Diagnosing Desire [Tom Bennett x nurse!reader] 📑 🔞

Synopsis: Working as a wartime nurse, you’ve been charged with seeing to the physical exams of new recruits. It’s not until Tom Bennett shows up that you realize just how physical the exam can get.

(part 1 - part 2 [in writing])

[the-common-cowgirl]

The Art of Intimacy

Pairings: Aemond x Wife (Reader) x Brothel Madame

Summary: Aemond asks the Madame for help in conceiving an heir

Warnings: Smut (I don’t even know what to tag because it’s like all of it), Religious Guilt, Misogyny, Weird threesome dynamics, Power Dynamics, Eliteism

Word Count: 3462

A/N: Don’t read this. It’s depraved.

“You neglect your wife,” she smirks in a triumphant manner, “and now you ask me to help repair your marriage.”

His frustration is boiling just beneath the surface of his cool exterior, “I wish not for you to repair anything, for nothing is broken. I simply ask you to aid me in my task.”

Her brow raises and a crooked smile plays upon her lips, “In providing you an heir,” thinly veiled amusement on her face threatens to crack as she adds, “finally?”

Back in your chambers, you slowly ready yourself for bed, alone; it is always this way. Aemond has neglected his duty to his house and to you since your wedding night. A rushed consummation resulted in his inability to spill his seed into you but consummation enough that your maidenhead was broken and you found yourself in a strange predicament. Sullied for any other lord but your position within the house of your husband’s not secured due to lack of heir or even, a possibility of an heir. For eight moons, your womb had not quickened and your bed remained cold. For eight moons, the court gossipped about your inability, not knowing it was not for a lack of trying on your part. Eight long moons, you tried to bring your husband to bed and for eight moons, he denied you on the cusp of completion. You grew weary and anxious as the days passed steadily, unsure of when you were to be dismissed from the Red Keep and sent to live as a Septa. Discarded. 

Soon into your marriage you learned of your husband’s depravities. Venturing to a specific brothel in the heart of Flea Bottom and his taste for older women. He would never admit it, not even when you confronted him about his whereabouts on those nights he could not muster the courage to bed you after you pleaded so needy into his ear, rubbing your hand along the hard length straining just beneath his trousers. And, of course, he never admitted his great sin but your harsh confrontation unfortunately led to your inevitable confession that you had him followed by a page boy - you never did see the page boy again.

You thought of all of this into the night, long after you had dismissed your maids and as you were finishing your readings for the night. You flipped the page in your book as you heard the door to your chambers swing open without a knock. Glancing up, you see your husband striding toward you with purpose and an older woman in tow. You do not rise, nor greet him as he enters for over these eight moons, your respect for him diminished slowly until it became completely void of space in your heart. You do not care that he is Prince Regent to the Seven Kingdoms, Heir to the Iron Throne (after poor Jaehaerys’ Death three moons prior), and nor do you care that he is your Lord Husband. He is also a Kinslayer, adulterer, and just simply a sinner, he deserves only to repent at your feet while he begs for the Gods’ and your forgiveness. 

“Wife,” he greets you finally when he is looming over you, casting a shadow over your book, ‘Histories of the Westerlands.’

You look up toward his downcast face which held no emotion or hint to why he might be calling upon you in this hour. Has he finally come to cast you out? Is this older woman here to escort you to a carriage that will bring you to your new life as a Septa? “Husband,” two can play this game and you choose to appear emotionless as well, despite the part of you that wants to scream at him and throw your book at his arrogant eye and curse you for not blessing your womb with security in these precarious times. 

He turns to the woman, gesturing toward her and then looking back toward you with a strange purpose to his stance, “I’ve brought her to help us.”

You peer around Aemond’s legs to the woman. She is plump, mature, with long brown hair cascading over her shoulder. You secretly wonder if this woman is the same type of woman he visits in the brothels and if he’d fuck her given the chance. She’s dressed no more as a maid, though, and Aemond would be stupid to bring a woman like that into your chambers, your space, your sanctuary. “I have no need for a maid tonight,” you speak to the woman directly, “I do not know what need my husband believes I have for you, but you may go.”

The woman simply smirks and looks at Aemond as they share a knowing glance. A shiver runs through your body, not understanding what the ruse is. “Aemond?”

“She is here to help our…marital…situation,” Aemond explains in a prudish and vague manner. 

Your brows furrow as confusion is etched quite clearly across your face, and the woman takes this as her que to step in and explain for Aemond.

“Your husband has explained to me your troubles,” she takes two steps forward and Aemond moves aside for her as if he is not the Prince of the Realm. “The lack of heir-”

You interrupt her, setting your book down harshly as a hateful bile rises in your throat with your words, “‘Tis not for my lack of trying.” Your eyes shoot daggers sideways toward your husband before you turn your glare to her, “but I digress. This is not a matter to discuss with some simple maid. Be out of here, now!” You point toward the doors to your chambers but the woman does not move, instead, she clasps her hands in front of herself and sighs contentedly. 

Aemond sets his warm palm on your shoulder and it takes everything within you to not shrug it off and smack his face with the book you had been reading. Your angry glare and fixed jaw is enough for him to know you will not go into this plan easily. “She is no maid,” he admits, “she is a brothel madam and she is here to help us conceive an heir.”

You feel it. You feel your face blanch. You feel betrayal grasp and twist your heart. How could he vex you so? How could he bring her here? Your vision becomes like a tunnel as your body tenses in shock. “Aemond,” you speak as if a ghost, “Aemond, you did not bring her here.” Disbelief is etched into every fiber of your being as you stare into his lone eye, searching for his lie.

She steps forward again and you’re suddenly aware that she’s too close. Your eyes wield pain as you stand defensively between your husband and his madame. She looks at you with resolve as she speaks her next words of truth, “Darling, this is your last chance to secure your position in this family. You either accept my help or soon enough, you will be replaced.”

Her words strike you where they meant to and you feel a shudder run through your being as you understand that she’s unfortunately correct. You look to Aemond and he only stares down at you, waiting for your answer. “Is this what I must do? Accept the help of your whore?”

His top lip quivers in an irritated manner at your crude question before answering, “You must do what you must to ensure your duty is fulfilled.”

You lean in close, whispering so close as you say, “Must I account for your inability as well?”

He does not answer before he grabs your forearm and leads you swiftly toward your bed, throwing you face first onto the soft covers before turning to the madame, “Prepare her to do her duty to the realm.” He glares sideways toward you before he leaves the room, “I do not want to be waiting when I come back.” With that, the doors to your room shut and you were alone with the madame.

She smiled at you softly as she made her way toward the bed. You righted yourself quickly in her presence as you held onto what little dignity your husband left you with. Sitting on the edge of the bed, glaring at the woman before you. “What must you do to ensure I am to become with child?”

She smiled with a kind, motherly smile as if a child were to ask the most ignorant of questions and it made you feel small, inferior; something that made your stomach turn uneasily. You hate how this woman dominates the space she holds as if she weren’t some common born scum from Flea Bottom. “I am to prepare you, girl.”

You scoff, “I have been thoroughly prepared by my Septas and mine own mother. I know how a child is conceived, yet, the Princes vexes me. ‘Tis his inability, not mine, that leaves us without an heir.”

She laughs, “He worries to corrupt something so pure and ignorant-”

“Do not call me ignorant!”

She holds up her hands in defense, “My apologies Princess, I only mean- he is not enticed by a woman who lies on her back and awaits him to finish. He simply,” she searches for the right phrase before speaking, “has tastes for the finer things.”

You scoff yet again, “And yet he seeks you out.”

She nears the bed and your resolve slowly crumbles, “He seeks me out because I am knowledgeable in the art of intimacy. He’s brought me here to teach you.” Her hand reaches out to play with a stray strand of hair beside your face, “If you heed my lesson, you will secure your position as his wife.”

“Your lesson is?” Trepidation heavy under your thick voice.

She smirks softly, her eyes half-lidded, “It is best to show you, my darling.” She kneels slowly, at your feet as you sit on the edge of the bed, “May I?”

This went against everything you had been taught, everything you had ever believed. The pact between a man and wife was supposed to be sacred, nothing and no one was to come between. Yet here you were, with Aemond’s madame kneeled at your feet, in your chambers and preparing you for your husband in a manner you did not quite yet know. You knew that ‘no’ was the correct answer. You knew what you were meant to, taught to say…yet you nod slowly, “If this- if this is what he wants.” The realm is at war. A war brews inside your husband daily. You need to secure an heir by any means necessary and if this is what little Aemond succor Aemond gives you, you must take it.

She nods before slowly running her fingertips along your ankles, calves, and the outside of your thighs as she bunches up your skirts slowly, keeping her eyes focused on your own. “Were you scared the first time he took you?”

You nodded, gulping down your anxieties, “Yes.”

“And did he make you feel good?”

You shook your head, she didn’t need to know more. You did not have to explain to her the way he breached you without preparation and the tears that streamed down your face and you tried, tried, to do your duty. You were meant to be a good wife, to lie back and accept the offering your husband was to give you on your wedding night; clearly, you were insufficient. 

She pushed you to lie back and your nightgown was bunched around your hips, smallclothes bared to this strange woman and an unfamiliar heat at your core from this precarious situation you found yourself in with her. “Did he touch you at all?”

Before you could answer with a ‘no,” you felt her trailing her fingertips lightly across your core. From your entrance, to your pearl, circling the button lightly, before trailing back down and repeating. “Like this? Princess, did he touch you like this?”

Your breathing elevated. This felt so wrong. It went against everything you had ever been taught but Gods, did it feel so right. “No,” you panted, “he did not.” 

You did not see her smirk as she opened your thighs wider and started rubbing gentle circles on your clothed pearl, hiking your legs up slowly onto the bed for easier access. “Did he use his mouth on you, Princess?”

You raised your head at the lewd and strange question, “Did he what-” but a moan escaped you before you could finish as you felt her tongue lick a broad stripe up your clothed core. Your head tilted back and you moaned at the sensation, having never felt something so crude and so right at the same time.

“A man must thoroughly prepare you, Princess, in order for the act to feel pleasurable.” Her words barely breached your buzzing ears as your body felt aflame. Having never felt a sensation such as this, you felt suspended in midair, like a marionette on display and this woman pulled all your strings. She licked over your clothed entrance while her thumb rubbed over your pearl and a deep want bubbled in your belly, a longing for something more, something deeper.

“Your husband will be pleased with how pliant you’ve become,” she smiles against your small clothes, “and so quickly I might add.”

Your moan turned into a throaty groan, “Do not- do not speak of him.” Your hand came to cover your eyes, trying to wash away the memory as you only wanted to remain here, on this bed, now. 

 Just then, the doors to your chambers opened and you turned your head to catch a glimpse of Aemond striding through. Shame washed over you and you tried to move away from the woman between your legs as he walked toward the both of you as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on; as if he expected it. 

Observed that you were still clothed as he spoke, “I thought I told you to have her ready for me when I returned?” He walked toward your bed, sitting down in a chair behind the madame in his robes, and only then, did you realize that he was no longer dressed in his leathers. In addition to this, as he sat, you saw a glimpse of his hardened length standing proudly between his legs. The sight was so foreign to you despite the fact you thought about it, him, nearly every night. 

“The princess is harder to prepare than you,” she glanced behind herself toward him, “I see that is not the case tonight though, my Prince.”

He sighed in frustration as he motioned back toward you, “Then carry on. I’ll watch.”

She smiled, “A fine idea, my Prince.” She turned back toward you and smiled, “Princess, now I believe it is time to bare yourself to your husband. Might I ask you to remove your smallclothes for me?”

Trepidation crept through your body, for an odd reason, being nude with him watching this act felt more sinful than committing it. Slowly, you pulled your nightgown from over your head. Your nipples began to pebble in the cool night air and the madame yanked your smallclothes from your body as you raised your hips and allowed her to. You were soon nude before your husband, this woman and the Gods who condemned you; oh how they would condemn you. 

“Lie in the middle of the bed Princess, I’ll-”

“No,” your husband protested just above a whisper. You both looked at him, “Stay there. I’d like to see her pretty cunt as you feast upon it.” The madame smiled toward him knowingly as you stared ahead at your husband’s lust blown eye, only broken from your reverie when you felt the madame’s lips upon your bare cunt. Furrowing your brows and releasing a high pitched moan, you threatened to fall back into the bed but you heard, whether in the back of your mind or subconsciously, “No, look at me.” And you struggled, but you tried to keep eye contact with your husband across the room as the woman between your thighs feasted on your dripping core. Every so often, his eye would cast down to where her lips connected with you and every so often, your eye fell down to where his hand stroked his hard leaking length in a slow, tight grip as his mouth hung agape.

Suddenly, you felt a slow fullness breach your core and looked down to the woman’s pretty head to see her easing a finger into you. Your eyes met Aemond’s again and then you looked to his throbbing cock with a hopeful, eager excitement that soon enough, the woman’s delicate finger would be replaced with his masculine length. 

Her fingers slowly massaged a spot within you that had your body aching with a need to burst. Your legs shook and you moaned as she added a second finger. The full ache was polite and experienced, soft yet accurate. Your body reacted to her mistrations quickly and you felt the need either to bury your face into the crook of your arms in shape or beg for this feeling for the rest of your life.

Feeling your legs shake with need and a burning in your belly, you lost all resolve and fell back onto the plush bed as an extreme euphoria burst within you and all tension snapped. Your core pulsed around the madame’s lone finger and she lapped at your release greedily before she was eagerly pushed aside by Aemond who hauled your limp legs up onto his shoulders as he ran the thick head of his cock along your still pulsing core and plunged into your quivering walls eagerly, allowing you no time to adjust before he began chasing his high greedily. 

The pain of his entry was not lost on you however, in the wake of your orgasm and with your excited need, it was welcomed. You felt so alive, so corrupted as he began to thrust into you in earnest, battering his hard member against the spot inside you to which madam had been teasing. You never truly felt as though you had come down from your high as another one built within you quickly. 

You realized that your eyes had been screwed shut since your euphoria and you opened them to see the madame whispering in Aemond’s ear as he leant over you, pulling you by your waist to meet his thrusts with much force. What she was whispering, you did not know but soon, her hand met your ribcage and traveled upward to cup your breasts while speaking dirty nothings into Aemond’s ear as she cupped your bouncing breast, as if showing him your body, as if talking him through his act on your flesh. 

Her fingers pinched your nipple hard and a moan escaped you as you clenched your core in response. Aemond seemed enthralled by that action as his eye went wider and he smiled breathing, “Gods- fuck- yes. Yes, I want to.”

What he was answering was forgotten to you as you lost yourself into another blinding orgasm, clenching your core tightly as you moaned his name and arched your back off of the bed. With two more thrusts, he caught himself with a hand beside your head as his mouth went agape and you buried himself uncomfortably to the hilt before spurting his hot seed deep within you. 

You felt his body shudder as he slowly laid his spent body down atop you and made you bear his broad weight. His head tucked into your neck as his hot panting fanned your artery. You looked to the madame who was kneeling behind him, hand near his nether region, moving in a caressing manner as  before he shuddered and slowly removed himself from you. 

She moved from the bed first as he wrapped himself in a robe and deposited a hefty sack of coins in her palm. “You will never speak of this.” 

She bowed her head with a smile, “Never my prince. No one will know how the future king was created, nor who helped.”

He stared at her for a few seconds in growing agitation before dismissing her.

 Aemond walked to the side of the bed and knelt beside your spent form. His finger reached out to caress the skin above your empty womb in a hopeful way.

“‘Tis sinful, for a child to be created in this way.” You spoke with a deep regret for the act that had just transpired.

Aemond hummed, without looking toward you, “The Gods tell us all intimacy is sinful, how then, is anyone meant to be born?”

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[aemonds-favorite-rider]

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(a/n welcome to my first little writing on this blog :)

Aemond Targaryen stars in The NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aemond will ask you how you feel after and clean you up if you want too. I don't really see him being too over the top with it, especially when he's rough with it. He'll mumble how good and beautiful you were for him.

The real aftercare comes when you're asleep after, that's when he'll pull you close and look for any marks he may have left, he'll run his fingers through your hair and watch you sleep before he drifts off himself. Overall he's pretty decent, if you want something you need only ask him!

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Aemond's favorite part of himself would probably be his hands. He's practically been training since he could get in the training yard, so he has tons of strength and muscle memory in them. He is obsessed with making you finish in general but he can never help the smirk on his face when he watches you finish on his fingers (before he's even taken his trousers off.)

Aemond's favorite part of you (which comes as no shock) would be your titties. Aemond is an equal boob opportunist therefore size doesn't matter. He loves to mark them, suck them, bite them, whatever you allow him to do. He loves to rest his head on them or between them, sometimes not even during sex. They just bring him comfort okay.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Aemond has a LOT of cum okay. He cums in actual thick ropes. Depending on who you are to him depends on where he is finishing as well. If you're his betrothed/wife he is not wasting a single drop outside of you. He'll push it back between your lips with a smirk as he watches you squirm, but not before taking a moment to admire the way it slowly comes out from between your pretty lips. He also isn't complaining about the occasional painting of your tits with his seed ofc.

If you're one of Madam Sylvies woman he definitely would much rather cum in your mouth or on your face. Just to be safe ofc.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I think he has a secret voyer/public sex kink. just listen okay. Aemond is always three steps ahead as we know, so what is to stop him from railing you against the balcony over looking the training yard in between training sessions. Managing just to tuck himself back into his breeches and trousers and pulling down your dress just as the next training group begins to show. Having you ride him when he's prince regent on the Iron Throne in between his many meetings and tasks. He's very calculated of course and he has yet to ever get the two of you caught

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I think he is not completely clueless. Just because he may not have a lot of physical experience doesn't mean he hasn't done his reading and research. But of course he's moldable and willing to adapt to whatever needs or wants you both desire...and a quick learner at that.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He 100% prefers mating press. He likes to look you in the eyes as much as possible. Observing every moan, twitch, face and noise you make. But sometimes when he's in a mood he'll fuck from the back in doggy.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Aemond takes sex pretty seriously. He's a stoic man so it's only right for sex to be the same way. Now this isn't to say he doesn't crack the occasional smile or chuckle but for the most part he prefers to keep it sensual and intimate. He just prefers it that way, he's a romantic like that for you :)

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's pretty hairless honestly. He takes wonderful care of his pubic hair (what little there is). He's got a thin layer of blonde coarse hair just above his cock in a little tuft.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Once you two are married this man would burn the world for you. He's not a stingy lover and wants to get you off as much as possible. He'll find some little romantic gesture even when he wants nothing more than to shove your face in a pillow and fuck you like a whore...he'll at least hold your hand while he hits it from the back. Other gestures could include brushing the hair from your face, running his hands alllll over your beautiful body. It just depends.

J = Jack off (masturbation head-canon)

Not really big into jacking off when he has you. He much prefers you or nothing at all. If he is away on a task or on business for the crown, he'll take a handkerchief or a piece of fabric ripped from your dress or your small clothes. Inhaling your scent before using it to get himself off to the thought of you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I'm going to pick his top three which goes as the following.

Dom/sub kink, obviously. But sometimes Aemond wants you to be in control. I think he's willing to be whatever dom you want for him to though. gentle/soft, service, whatever you want. He'll more than likely be more dominant than sub though.

Like aforementioned, public/voyer.

And finally, of course and above all, Aemond has a breeding kink. He has had to share most of his life, and when he finally weds and has his pretty wife...he's constantly marking you and finishing in you so you grow swollen and sensitive from his doing. He practically fucks like a rabbit your entire pregnancy (only when you're feeling up to it ofc)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Balcony's

He prefers the comfort of your large mattress he had built custom from one of the kingdoms...with a special Dornish headboard

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You as a whole get this man going. Everything you do get this man's cock to stir in his breeches. Trying on new dresses, boner. Putting the fellow wives of court members in their place when they gossip a little too much, boner. Simply walking the halls out of boredom, boner. He's obsessed with you. You are his motivation. Your praise and noises and the way you just fit so perfectly and pliantly is his motivation.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything too overly humiliating. Nothing with body fluids other than spit and of course cum. He wont do hard impact play either. He knows his strength and cannot harm you in such a way. He absolutely will not let anyone touch you either...save for a few times you've both allowed Aegon to watch.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Boy is a giver. He loves letting you sit on his face and feast from your cunt for hours. Inhaling every scent and burying his face in your pubes. He never says no to head either though. He just enjoys giving a little bit more is all.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Yes.

But it depends on his mood. When he's particularly pissed off he's an animal and relentless on your poor cunt. When he's not he prefers to take his time as much as he can so he can devote every second of it to both of your pleasures.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

As aforementioned, Aemond is entirely calculated. Quickies are thought through (by him only borderline) to him despite the name but when he has time to spare it's dedicated to you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Aside from his hard no's, Aemond will try anything if you ask him too. He's quite open minded in that way. If it's a toy or certain thing you seek out, it's always promptly delivered to your shared chambers the next evening...discreetly of course.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Have you seen this man in the training yard. He could go for hours if you want him too. He just needs a few moments to recoup and he is ready for whatever you want.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Aemond recognizes that toys can be for both your pleasure, not his competition. He has used a few toys in your bed such as paddle and ribbons and bindings...

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can be quite unrelenting in his teasing. Bringing you so close to the edge before retracting his hand with that fucking hum he does before cooing to you. Be warned however. He doesn't take too kindly to being teased himself. Often dismissing the two of you, not long after the sounds of pleasure and rhythmic slapping being heard around his room. (Ask him if he gives a shit though)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

So hear me out. This man is always making some sort of noise. Whether it's a growl, a whimper (dare i even say), a hum of approval, a moan, dirty talk. Something! He is in your ear at all time.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He has a fantasy of fucking you on in the sky on dragon back...

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

WE'VE SEEN IT! that's the best part. hes got such a pretty cock. And when it gets hard it's hard yall. That tip gets so leaky and aggravated. He has the most beautiful and thick vein on the underside as well when he's hard. It's a beaut at 6, almost 7 inches fully hard :)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I told you. He's obsessed with you. Your honeymoon after the wedding ceremony's and traditions conclude, he spends morning, noon, night fucking you. If you woke up one morning and decided he wasn't leaving your shared bed, he's canceling the entire day.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards).

Only after you've fallen asleep and taken care of will he sleep...then he can rest :)

[teenagecriminalmastermind]

the vulnerability in his eye, the way he finally gets the form of recognition and compassion he craves from his mother - what he sought from vhagar, from madam sylvi - and only after he becomes prince regent, after he becomes the very man she does not want him to become, after he embraces the blood and gore and fire of being targaryen

[vivelareine]

If you think Fersen had to do with Varennes’s failure, do you think he actually liked Marie Antoinette as a friend? Why would be betray her like that and put her in such danger?

So the theory boils down to two primary options:

Fersen and Provence wanted and expected the flight to fail or Fersen and Provence planned for the flight to fail.

In the first case, they did not plan for it to fail, but knowing the logistics (especially as Louis rejected using multiple faster carriages, and rejected the 'back way' route as it led out of France) they assumed it probably would and planned accordingly.

In the second case, it is more nefarious, but the end result is the same... they planned accordingly.

Fersen had in his possession a drafted letter in which Louis XVI, declaring himself incapacitated after being captured, declared Provence regent & gave him all power to do as he sees fit.

Fersen and Provence met up in Mons, with Provence's mistresses, where none of them should have been at this stage in the plan.

We know Fersen was trying to pressure Marie Antoinette into getting Louis XVI to agree to an invasion of France, and you can see in their letters his repeated frustration at her dodging this or requiring caveats (no foreign armies, or allowing this only if the royal family was truly held captive or harm came to them, etc etc).

We know Provence, unlike Louis, had zero qualms about any sorts of invasions. We know the Allied Powers wanted Louis to agree to invasions and they were getting fed up with Louis not agreeing to it.

So whether or not they deliberately planned for Louis to get captured, I do think it's reasonable to presume that they expected it and yes, perhaps, wanted it.

As far as putting Marie Antoinette in danger--

We know that in the planning stages, various people bandied around the idea of sending the children separate with Madame Elisabeth.

But I also do think, at this stage, they (meaning Fersen & co) probably didn't expect Marie Antoinette to be killed at least if the children were with her. The events of October 6 come to mind, when she went on the balcony first with her children, and people screamed out: "No children!"

Fersen would have also been firmly in the camp that believed allowing for a no-holds barred invasion of France from both foreign and emigre armies would have quashed the revolution and put the power back in the hands of an absolute monarchy, which would have allowed for

But also Fersen was just... kind of a callous person? So he may have been putting his desire for a successful counter-revolution over any relationship, friend or otherwise, with Marie Antoinette. Or he may have just quashed down anxieties and assured himself she would be fine. Held captive, maybe, but not killed.

Example of his callousness: After Marie Antoinette's death, when Marie Therese & Louis Charles were in prison, he wrote rather callously about them. He did write movingly after Charles died but he flat out write that he "cares little for Madame [Marie Therese]" when she was an orphaned teenage girl living alone in a revolutionary prison.

Her aunt Maria Carolina wrote worryingly of the "horrors" that must have been in store for her, but Fersen? Knowing that he would have heard all the rumors that Marie-Therese was being sexually assaulted, that she was being tortured, that she was in dire straights that the rest of Europe was hearing... he writes: "I care little for Madame."

Imagine writing that about the daughter of a woman you considered a friend, much less if we're subscribing to the affair theory!

[writingsofwesteros]

I may or may not be living up to this now- https://www.tumblr.com/writingsofwesteros/754143172581621760/the-insane-irony-of-sending-in-this-ask-after?source=share

AU- Alicent has a girl before she had Aegon, so she is the eldest of Alicent's children with Viserys. She weds a Lannister, but her husband dies right before the war, from an illness, and she comes to court just in time for the Driftmark hearing. She's far more mature, having had a daughter with her Lannister husband, and she exudes a far more mature, maternal aura. Alicent is overjoyed at her eldest's return, she is gentle with Helaena and her children, and she gets along well with Aegon, because he surprisingly listens to her. As for Aemond, he was resentful, as a little boy when she was taken from him, his big sister who had protected him, and cared for him, where he could feel like a boy, safe, and not in the way things were with their mother, where she relied on him so much. But seeing her again after so long- she was beautiful. She presumed that being a widow, and a mother, that she would draw little attention with all the maidens at court, but oh, how wrong she is. After the mess in storm's end, the and realm is in full out war, Aemond no longer feels the semblance of comfort he received from the brothel madam- it felt hallow, now. That night he was quietly slipping through the halls of the Keep, on his way there regardless, when he heard it- a soft, gentle humming. He followed it, and found his older sister rocking her daughter to sleep. The babe cooed softly and she smiled, kissing her head and the babe nuzzled against her mother's thinly clothed breast as she dozed, and Aemond felt his breath catch in his throat. A part of him felt silly, for envying a babe- his own niece, whom of course he loved, but he felt a mix of shame and longing to be in her position, right now. His sister never looked more motherly than in that moment- and he wanted her.

His sister rested the babe in her cradle, and began to walk out to go to her own chambers. "Brother," She spoke gently. Aemond hmmed as he nodded in acknowledgement. "Is everything alright?" She took in the sight of him with his cloak on. "Are you going somewhere?" "I-" He sighed. "You are troubled," She rested a hand on his forearm. "I do not blame you- the state of the realm weighs on me heavily. Would you like to come to my chambers? I was just about to go sit and have some wine." She said kindly. His throat tightened as he saw the faintest little dampness on the front of her nightgown- barely perceptible but to him who had trained his eye to do the job of two.

She was breastfeeding. She nursed her babe herself, he realised. "I should like that," He murmured. She smiled, and they walked back to her chambers.

!!!!

Aemond just following with his desires at the front of his mind. He is so bad and becomes completely obsessed with his sister once more.

And when he becomes regent !

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Ange, I swear this isn't the Aemond thirsty girlie in me talking-

but what the FUCK?

Aemond literally only had TWO scenes in this episode....like, where was he in the council right after Jaehaerys died? Did we need to see Cole be an ass, or another sex scene of Cole and Alicent AGAIN? I feel like he had more scenes in the last episodes of s1 he was in than the first two episodes of s2, am I alone in that? Yes, Tom, Phia, and the cast are acting phenomenally, whether or not I agree with certain directions for certain storylines. But hello? Aemond? Where is he, going to see Helaena after Blood and Cheese? Instead he's with the god awful brothel woman, bragging about how Daemon sees him as such a foe that he came for him? Wtf? Where is his grief? His brother, sister, mother- all grieving. I know maybe it can be interpreted as him going to that woman in his grief, but he did state he was also there the night of the attack itself, so I'm sorry I don't buy it. Is he just gonna pop up again for Rook's Rest, play villain and become Prince Regent? Where's the development? Maybe I'm reading into it too much, perhaps it's my post-episode adrenaline, but for fuck's sake. Especially when you think about how in the press and promo he was front and centre. I have other thoughts about the episode, obviously, but this one I had to get off my chest.

-🦋 anon

Okay. I am here. Watched the episode at 2am BST and have been patiently waiting for people to catch up. Once more I will be using your ask to dump my thoughts, I hope you don't mind!

This episode was better than last week's. Helaena's grief and discomfort over the funeral procession was superb. Aegon rushing away from her, his rage, his tears?! Ugh, the acting from TGC so far this season has been phenomenal.

Rhaenyra and Daemon's interaction was spot on. They've softened show Rhaenyra up compared to her book counterpart, but I don't hate it. It was really nice to see some meaningful interactions between Jace and Baela, and Rhaenys and Corlys. I am obsessed with Addam.

I despise Criston, and I am tired of being beaten over the head with Alicole sex scenes; we get it, they're fucking, move on.

Erryk and Arryk's deaths were so poignant, and perfectly indicative of what a waste of life this war is.

We are not getting enough Aemond. The scene in the brothel made my blood run cold. The madame is infantilising Aemond - they have clearly just had sex, and yet she is letting him lay in her lap while she teaches him the difference between right and wrong as though he's a toddler. It felt incredibly weird to me, and creeped me out, but I suppose it's valuable insight into Aemond's state of mind. I do feel like lots of meaningful character development is being rushed, or not touched upon at all though. We never saw him reprimanded for Luke's death, he has no reaction whatsoever to the death of Jaehaerys. I feel like our guy is just gonna rock up at Rook's Rest, betray Aegon and we're just gonna have to deal with the fact that we've seen none of the unravelling that's occurred mentally to get him there.

We shall see. Overall, I enjoyed this episode. Otto absolutely stole the show for me. Him shouting made me so violently horny that I had to get up and pace around.

[scotianostra]

On November 5th 1289 The Salisbury Treaty was signed.

Also called the Treaty of Birgham the dates are all over the place for this one, this because it was drawn up at both Salisbury and Birgham, as well as being raified on different dates. The first treaty was concluded in Salisbury on this date 1289, so am going with today.

The background goes back to that unfortunate night when Alexander III took a nosedive onto Kinghorn beach three years earlier. I read it as two different Treaties covering the same subject, that being Margaret, Maid of Norway being handed over to Edward for "protection"until she could take up her position as Queen of Scotland. Aye right, in my opinion Edward was already looking at Margaret being a puppet Queen and him lording over the country, but hey I might be wrong lol.

Edward demanded that Margaret be handed over to him, to be raised in the English court, until Scotland was a safe place for her to return to. I don't want to look too one sided here and to be fair to Edward, Margaret's father Eric II of Norway had sent a couple of ambassadors to England to ask him to protect his daughter, she was only an infant at this time, possibly not yet even six year old.

Scotland at this time was under the control of 6 guardians, if Margaret had been in Scotland at the time of her grandfather's death or even made it to Scotland we would have had one Regent until she was deemed old enough to rule on her own merit. Events in Orkney resulting in Margaret's sad demise ended all this and spiralled Scotland into the first wars of Independence.

Back to the treaty, at Salisbury, Scots, English and Norwegian nobles met to draw up the treaty, among the Scots was Robert the Bruce and John Comyn, the English had John de Warenne, who Edward later made Guardian of Scotland however Warenne returned to England a few months later claiming that the Scottish climate was bad for his health. He did however fight at Stirling Bridge and Falkirk in the years that followed. The interesting English lord to me was William de Valence, he was Edward's uncle but his daughter was later married to John Comyn, who later was murdered by Bruce in Dumfries. Valence died in 1296 so took no real part in the wars. The treaty began

“Know us to have affirmed and established the thing treated and accorded not long ago at Salisbury concerning the arrangement of the standing of our dear Lady Madam Margaret Queen and Heiress of Scotland, and of her Kingdom, in the presence of the Noble Prince my Lord Edward, by the Grace of God King of England”.

Names included in the treaty was like a who's who of Scotland at that time, James Steward of Scotland, William de Moray, William de Soules, De Grahams, and of course the Balliols.

The treaty basically said that Margaret would not be forced into marriage by any Scots or indeed English, however even while the this was all being ratified that sneaky bastard Edward was seeking permission from the Pope that his son would marry the Maid of Norway, he gained this permission only days after the signing.

Here is where the Treaty of Birgham comes into it, this was where the treaty was to be ratified by the Scottish court, by this time Edward had made amendments to be added at Birgham, that his son was to be married to the six year old and that Scotland was to remain Independent fro England but enough reservations to render the ‘independence’ clauses useless.

In the end all these negotiations were not worth the parchment the were scrawled on as the poor wee princess died in Orkney on her way here. Cue the next part of Edwards part in our history the "Great Cause."

The picture shows the marriage contract for Birgham I struggled to find anything relevant to Salisbury

Read the terms of the treaty here http://www.rps.ac.uk/trans/1290/3/1

[izfrogzy]

🔥My HOTD OCs I’m obsessed with that I have paired up with Aemond in my AUs and altered timelines of cinematic events🤭🔥

🌊Maela Velaryon 🌊~ Youngest Child of Rhaenys and Corlys Velaryon she was married off and was a widow before the dance, and then Married to Addam to help solidify him in the eyes of Westeros with his standing once he was made a legitimate son and one of his heirs by Corlys. (Her marital home Duskendale was taken by the greens as she was married to a lord from house Darklyn.) But in one of my AU she gets arranged to marry Aemond Targaryen as a peace offering from Corlys after the Greens defeated the blacks in this AU greens lose big time and they marry off Maela and Her Neices to the greens, Baela (Marries Aegon.) Rhaena (Gwaine Hightower.) and Maela (Aemond Targaryen.) kind of an Enemy to lover ordeal (So she’s twice widowed Addam dies and all aswell and has a son by him when she is married to Aemond as there’s hope she’s still fruitful.)

🌿Saeanna Targaryen.🌿~ Second Daughter of Queen Alicent Hightower and third daughter of King Viserys Targaryen, she is a year older than Daeron. She gets married to Aemond in one of my AUs, but in storyline wise I can picture her being used and sidelined a lot due to well Westerosi sexism, Aemond seeking to use her and her dragon for his own gain, gets her killed and her dragon in the Riverlands when she volunteered to go in the place of Helaena who she didn’t want to see suffer anymore from the war Aemond started. (Yes this OC dies if not from the war in another AU she loses her life in childbirth.)

🔥Enyarys Fyres🔥—

A Daughter Dragonseeds of Maegor, Enyarys grandparents were Maegors bastards (At least seen as bastards by both Targaryens and the rest of the houses due to his well history.) She and her Aunt Maelora ride the only wild dragons of their home on an island on the coast of Westeros and Dorne, Riding the Younger dragon Skyrax, a White Dragon. Enyarys and her Aunt are sought out by both greens and blacks in hopes of adding their dragons to arsenal as war is on the horizon where as Maelora chose to aid the Blacks, Enyarys mother tells her to side with the greens, as Aemond (In this AU he’s regent for a bit longer.) offers titles and marriages and her mother was able to make a bargain for Enyarys to marry Aemond for her aid and dragon. Enyarys has to face her aunt and they both perished on the battlefield against one another but both dragons barely survived escaping and are never seen again. (Cause I can’t kill off my dragons.)

~💃Bekah the Red-maned💃~

Bekah served as a brothal worker on the streets of Silk in Kingslanding, she also was a spy for Mysaria, Bekah the Red Maned seduced her way into Aemonds embrace for a bit (This AU Madame Sylvi passes off Aemond to Bekah to be his personal servant of the night when he comes by as Bekah had a kind touch according to her customers.) She also was implanted by Sylvi and Mysaria to Spy on Aemond at his most Vulnerable for Queen Rhaenyra.

[tobiasdrake]

Going deeper into the House of Change can wait. There are more important matters to attend to: Break time!

I don't like different. Different usually means a rock smushes my face into substandard beef chili. The kind that makes everyone at the cookoff give you this quiet look of disapproval until you pack up your things and pretend you're just there to eat.

But if y'all are sure nothing is going to explode and kill me, then....

You know what, you're right. We just fought a boss. Now's a good time to stop and eat. (And maybe I'll catch one of you ripping bread.)

Valuable lessons being taught here. We are all competent adults who are more than qualified to be responsible for a grade schooler.

...which sounds sarcastic but honestly this group is fine. Out of all the parties I've adventured with, this might be the party most suited to taking care of and providing adequate role models for a growing child. We can be a little silly at times but everyone here has their shit together pretty well.

It's almost like we're at the Final Dungeon and everyone's undergone their full stretch of character development already.

@_@ Madame Odile, I did not take you for the kind of person who is... uh... who is interested in... in, uh....

...

Fun. Like. I genuinely thought you were violently disinterested in merriment of any kind. What is--

Ohhh, okay, now that makes a bit more sense.

...wait. Shit. Nobody tell Bonnie but this might mean their sister is screwed.

WHO TOLD BONNIE

Good job, Isa. You lie to that child like your life DEPENDS on it. So help me, if Bonnie starts crying, I will slit my own goddamn throat right here and now in the middle of snack time. And then I will go back in time and punch Odile in the fucking face before she flips her stupid coin.

I am deathly serious! Nobody will have any idea why that just happened. Everyone will think I flipped out for no reason and I will have to lie like I've never lied before.

But in the commotion, Bonnie's childish idealism will be spared.

Crisis averted. Snack time may now commence in earnest.

You know, I've never had plantain chips before. But I've been curious about them ever since I started eating dried fruit. I should give them a try some time.

I mean. I come from an eventful but delicious home, where the food is amazing every night but also we have a lot of family emergencies and crises and insecurities to worry about. I would kill to reach a point of boring-but-delicious stability.

Don't knock it, Bonnie. I know you're still young and the idea of a tumultuous future sounds exciting, but as you get older, you reach a point where you just want a warm hearth, a nice roof over your head, and a soothing plate of orange-flavored cinnamon rolls.

Tolkien was right. Boring but delicious is the domestic ideal.

Bonnie, I appreciate that you care so much about being multicultural that you'll eagerly prepare food you can't even pronounce. That attitude will take you far in life.

Also, Odile deserves this after that stunt she just pulled.

Well. I, for one, salute our Sovereign of Snack Time. Regent of Recipes. Monarch of Meals!

Truly, we all know who the real MVP of this team is.

(It's me, but I'll let Bonnie have this moment. *nods sagely*)

[threadtalk]

It's the festive season, and so I'm highlighting some gowns that embody holiday spirit in color, shape, and form.

Starting with this ball gown from the late 1870s. Though the Met Museum has absolutely zero text to describe it, they did include a picture of the tag, which lets us know exactly who wore this gown: Princess, later Queen, Alexandra. The tag reads "by special appointment - Dressmaker - to H.R.H. The Princess of Wales - ELISE - 170 Regent St London."

So, we know this taffeta confection was made specifically for then Princess Alexandra by a woman Madame Elise, a fashion house run by Elizabeth Marie Louise Jaeger. Madame Elise was actually quite well-known, and not always for good reasons. In the 1860s, the lace warehouse came under fire when a young woman in her employ died of apoplexy (what we now call a stroke) due to working conditions. This, thankfully, led to demands for more oversight in dressmaking houses.

This gown, however, is peak First Bustle Era, and is rather jolly. The playful asymmetry is a lovely departure from the relative balance of previous decades, and the train is a thing of beauty. Black and red are a personal favorite. The flowers almost look like poinsettias.

[classic-art-favourites]

Philippe II d'Orleans, Regent of France and Madame de Parabere as Minerva by Jean-Baptiste Santerre, 1716.