#Visenya x you

[novaursa]

you could do a visenya and rhaeyns x young brother reader

Blood of the Three

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- Summary: You spend some time in the embrace of your sisters.

- Pairing: Rhaenys Targaryen/brother!reader/Visenya Targaryen

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @literaturedog @oxymakestheworldgoround

The night sky over Dragonstone was thick with clouds, dark and unyielding as the waves crashed against the rocky shores below. The faint flicker of torches illuminated the winding paths of the ancient fortress, casting long, wavering shadows that moved like specters in the cool sea breeze. Within the walls, however, there was warmth—a different kind of warmth that seemed to coil around you, an almost palpable energy that drew you closer to your sisters.

You stood at the edge of a large chamber, your gaze lingering on the carved stone walls, but your mind was elsewhere. You could hear Rhaenys’ soft laughter from across the room, a sound that always pulled at something deep inside you, while Visenya’s presence felt like a constant—her watchful eyes ever upon you, piercing in their intensity.

It was Visenya who spoke first, her voice low and commanding, as it always was. "You are too far from us, brother. Come closer."

There was no denying her, not that you ever wanted to. Your feet carried you across the cold stone floor as the firelight danced around you, casting your shadow long and tall. You could feel the weight of their gazes on you, the unspoken bond that had always existed between the three of you. Rhaenys lay sprawled on a set of plush furs, her lithe body relaxed and radiant, her eyes alight with amusement as she watched you approach.

Visenya stood by the fire, her silver-gold hair catching the light, making her seem otherworldly, almost like a goddess carved from moonlight. She looked at you in that way she always did—possessive, protective, but something else as well, something deeper that neither of you had ever fully spoken of but both of you understood.

“You spend too much time lost in thought, Y/N,” Rhaenys teased, her voice warm and sultry as she shifted on the furs, inviting you to sit beside her. "Always so serious."

You smirked at her remark but said nothing, settling down beside her as the heat of her body mingled with yours. Visenya joined the two of you, her movements fluid and graceful as she sat on your other side, closer than was necessary, but that was how it always was between the three of you. Proximity had never been an issue—if anything, it was a comfort, a reminder of the bond that tied you together.

For a moment, the three of you sat in silence, the crackling of the fire and the distant roar of the sea the only sounds filling the space. Rhaenys leaned her head on your shoulder, her silver hair brushing against your cheek as her fingers traced lazy patterns on your forearm. "Do you ever wonder," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, "what it would have been like if we had been born in a different time? If things were different?"

You turned your head slightly, catching the glint of mischief in her violet eyes. "What do you mean?"

She shrugged, though her fingers never stopped their gentle movements on your skin. "Perhaps if we were not bound by duty... by expectations." Her eyes flickered to Visenya briefly before returning to you. "Perhaps we would be free to do what we wished."

Visenya, who had been watching the flames, finally spoke, her voice softer than usual. "We are Targaryens. We make our own destiny. It is the rest of the world that bends to our will, not the other way around."

Her words were sharp, but there was a tenderness in her tone reserved only for you and Rhaenys. She reached out, her fingers brushing against your hand, and for a moment, all three of you were connected—physically, emotionally, in ways that others could never understand.

“You’ve always believed that, haven’t you?” you said, turning your hand over to grasp hers, feeling the coolness of her skin against yours. "That we are above the world’s rules."

“We are,” Visenya replied, her gaze intense as it met yours. “We are dragons. And dragons do not bow.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, a reminder of the power that flowed through your blood, through all of your blood. But there was something more here, something unspoken and deeper than even your shared legacy. The three of you had always been close—closer than most would deem appropriate—but that closeness had only intensified over the years.

Rhaenys lifted her head from your shoulder, her lips curving into a soft smile as her fingers stilled on your arm. "Perhaps we do make our own destiny," she murmured, leaning in closer until her breath was warm against your neck. "But that doesn’t mean we cannot enjoy the moments we have now."

There was a fire in her eyes, a heat that matched the one building in your chest. Visenya’s hand tightened slightly in yours, as if she, too, could feel the shift in the air between the three of you.

“You’re both impossible,” you muttered, though there was no conviction in your words.

Rhaenys laughed softly, her lips brushing against your jawline, sending a surge of warmth through your veins. Visenya’s other hand came to rest on your chest, her touch firm yet gentle, grounding you in the moment. Together, they surrounded you, their warmth and their presence filling the room in a way that nothing else could. The three of you had always been inseparable, but this felt different—more intimate, more raw.

Rhaenys’ laughter faded into something softer as she pressed her lips to yours, a kiss full of warmth and affection, her hand sliding up to cradle the back of your neck. Visenya watched, her eyes darkening, before leaning in to press her lips to your temple, her touch possessive in a way that was entirely her.

The world outside the chamber ceased to exist, leaving only the three of you in the warmth of the fire, surrounded by the unbreakable bond you shared. Here, within the walls of Dragonstone, you were not Targaryens bound by duty or destiny. Here, you were simply together—a family, bound by something deeper than blood.

And in this moment, that was all that mattered.

[aemondslefteyeball]

Let's Have a Satanic Orgy!

[Visenya Targaryen x Fem!Reader]

[Warnings: Degradation, spit, slapping, spanking, lots of sacrilege, general blanket warning for lots and lots of sacrilege, choking, implied gore]

[Summary: A heteronormative, Gods-fearing Westerosi family navigates life in a world rife with temptation and sin!]

(Tbh I think this is the most fun thing I've written so far this might turn into a series idk. Title comes from this song, please support the band they’re both super cool)

Word Count: 2.9K

Maegor & the Meaning of Friendship

Raising children is hard. Raising your lover’s child is harder, especially when he’s an unholy, incestuous abomination borne of a lesbian’s blood magic. And that leads to predicaments such as the one you found yourself in right now. Little Maegor was napping happy as a lamb while he levitated two feet above his crib. You had just got him back down. Sighing before tiptoeing your way around the defense glyphs on the floor, you reached your hands under the sleeping child as gently as you could before lowering him to the bed. That was the exact moment violet eyes snapped open and demonic wails rang through one of the few completed towers. Sighing, you shushed him as you bounced Maegor on one hip, grabbing his favorite ceremonial toy dagger. When the toy did little to appease him, you cleared your throat. 

“Hush little darling,

Dream of pain.

Screaming, brimstone, blood in rain.

But if those Riverlands don’t burn, 

Momma’s gonna turn them into an urn.” 

The child smiled as his head lolled back onto your shoulder. He dropped the dagger, but you bid a shadow to catch it before the clatter woke him again. He was growing by the day, and it was apparently starting to become an issue for his wet nurses. You regenerated two pairs of nipples this week alone. And that was nothing compared to the first time Maegor discovered what teeth could do and you spent a week trying to revive his Septa until giving up and binding her soul to a child’s doll that now sat untouched in the corner of his room. Sighing, you made a mental note to go through which bound souls he did and didn’t play with so you could release the ones he ignored. As you tiptoed back over the sigils in the floor, you grabbed a pouch of hangman’s ash from the interior of your dress and sprinkled it over the line you had broken upon entering the room. Closing the door after you, you crept along the shadows through the keep until arriving at the yard. Empty. She’s running herself too thin. Visenya hadn’t been arriving at your shared chambers until after the hour of the owl most nights. But you didn’t mind, the night had always been to your liking, and nights with her were nothing short of perfect. Lateness be damned. When her last haunt turned up empty, you frowned. The only other finished parts of the castle were the kitchens and the Sept. It was decidedly…unlike her to be there but worst case scenario she wouldn’t be there and you could just make another Septon piss himself. To your surprise, Visenya stood before the altar and took in the effigies of six gods. “I’ve always found it strange that they never worship the only God of theirs that’s actually real.” 

Visenya turned around at the purr of your voice, a dark chuckle escaping her lips. “And yet the farce drones on. But appearances must be maintained.” Gliding to meet her at the altar, you smiled when your love pulled you in for a kiss. With a flick of your hand, the heavy wooden doors slammed shut, and you bit into Visenya’s lip hard enough to draw blood. She moaned when your tongue probed at the cut, and you pulled away for a brief second. 

“Do you know what our son has been up to?” Your arms came to rest on the blonde’s broad shoulders, pressing the curve of your chest into her. 

Visenya grunted as she pivoted so the back of your thighs was flush with the altar. “There are other things on my mind.” A wicked grin split your lover’s face as her rough hands dropped to your thighs, pulling your weight out from under you as she pushed you back onto the altar. 

You let out a small chuckle, raising an eyebrow at her as you stumbled back. “Like maintaining appearances?” 

A dark look flashed across Visenya’s face, and she tenderly lifted your arms from her shoulders. She took care to press gentle kisses along your wrists, locking eye contact with you before she pulled her belt off and bound your wrists with it. A single finger tilted your chin up, a predatory look on the Queen’s face. “Appearances will be kept, in public.” Her thumb stroked softly at your jaw as your gaze came back to focus on the dribble of blood from Visenya’s lower lip. “But since there isn’t an audience here,” She almost sounded disappointed, even if her better instincts told her otherwise. “You are going to be a good girl and help me defile this.” The words were spoken in a soft coo, with a razor’s edge beneath it. Visenya placed a kiss on the tip of your nose before she shoved you onto your back. “Hands above your head. Don’t move them.” She didn’t wait for you to adjust yourself, her hands rising to the neckline of your dress and promptly tearing the lace. 

“Hey!” You let out an indignant huff.

“Shut up.” When you opened your mouth to retort, she brought a hand down to slap at your exposed breast, the peak stiffening. “If you complain again, you’ll be returning to our chambers naked.” Your lover's hand wandered over your torso, and you arched your back into her touch. A smug look pulled across Visenya’s features as she rolled your nipple between her fingers, her mouth pulling the other in. A bolt of heat jolted to your core as her tongue stroked your nipple, clenching around nothing as you let a breathy moan escape you. Teeth pulled gently at the peak, as her fingers pinched at the other. Her moan vibrated against your flesh, lavishing your breast before slapping the other once more. Satisfied, she released your nipple with a wet pop and flicked her feral gaze up to you. Methodically, her hand rose until two fingers rested against your bottom lip. Opening your mouth, you flicked your tongue across her fingers, wetting the digits thoroughly before pressing a kiss on her fingertips. Visenya’s fingers dug into your thigh hard enough to leave bruises, while she brought the other to brush against your lower lips. Light as a feather, her touch never lingered against your skin for longer than a few moments. You clenched your jaw shut, knowing that she would only prolong the teasing if you complained about it. Fingertips grazed closer and closer to your center, and when you started bucking your hips to try and meet them, her other hand pressed your hips down flat into the altar. 

You finally shot her a pleading look, stilling your movements. “Please, my Queen.” 

A wild grin pulled across Visenya’s features, her fingertips circling your bud as you moaned. “All you had to do was ask.” She cooed again, her tone condescending. By now you should be used to begging her for what you wanted, but it wasn’t something that came naturally. Your abdominal muscles tensed as she continued the lazy pace on your bud. Hooded eyes opened to meet her fiery gaze, and her left hand traversed up your torso, coming to rest under your jaw. “Open.” When your lips parted you were rewarded with the pace on your bud quickening, a soft whine escaping you before Visenya spat into your mouth. Pushing your mouth closed and watching you swallow, her thumb tenderly brushed against your lip for a moment before her expression stilled. Her hand was pulled away from your face, and you mourned the loss of contact before the sting bloomed across your cheek. Visenya waited for you to look back at her before her hand cracked across your face again. “Never talk back to me.” She cooed, lowering her fingers to prod at your entrance, but refusing to give you what you need. “I thought by now you would know your place.” She continued as the hand that struck you came to rest on your throat. “And what is that, precisely?” Before you could answer, her fingers squeezed against the sides of your throat. Visenya chuckled darkly as you clenched uselessly around her digits. 

“Your whore.” The wheeze was barely audible, and your lover squeezed your throat harder. 

Visenya knit her eyebrows together in false concern. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t quite hear that.” She murmured. You tried again, but the words were muffled once more. Heat shot to your core as you writhed uselessly against the queen, tears pricking at your eyes. “Nope, still nothing, I’m afraid.” She said with a mocking sigh, finally releasing her grip. 

“Your whore.” You gasped out with the first breath you could suck in, a pleased smile tugging at Visenya’s sculpted face. Two fingers pushed into you suddenly, and you moaned at the fullness. Visenya didn’t give you a chance to adjust, her pace punishing as she curved her fingers into the rough spot that made your vision go blurry. Your teeth dug into your lower lip as you strained against the leather binding your hands. Heat was building in your lower abdomen, your muscles being pulled ever tenser at her continued ministrations. “May I cum?” Visenya quickened her pace, and your hips rolled to meet her actions. Bringing her thumb up to stroke your bud, tension built ever higher in your gut.

“No.” The reply came lovingly whispered, and you knit your eyebrows together, closing your eyes. 

“Please.” You begged, opening your eyes once more to lock with hers as you desperately tried to hold in the wave of pleasure that was about to break within you. 

Visenya looked annoyed, and pulled her fingers out of you at once, slapping your core before shooting you a hard glare. She wrenched you to your feet before promptly bending you over the altar and tearing the remains of your dress off your body. Her fingers laced into your hair and she pulled back until you were looking at her. “Five.” She said simply, untangling her fingers from your hair and pushing your hips into the marble before her hand cracked against your exposed ass. A second later a second one came to the other cheek. 

“One.” You moaned out, slick leaking out onto the altar as your lover gently rubbed the reddened flesh. 

Visenya’s hand cracked out against your skin two more times. “Two.” 

The blonde tutted approvingly behind you, the hand on your hip rubbing gentle circles as she rained the next few blows onto you. Visenya breathed raggedly, while you savored the feeling of her hot skin against yours. When the last blow fell, you took a second to catch your breath. “Five.” Pressing into her touch, you let the silence hang between you two for a second longer. “Thank you, my Queen.” 

Visenya pulled back, taking a step back from the altar. Her deft hands moved to undo the laces of her breeches. “Is a little gratitude so difficult?” She mused, her pants dropping before she carefully stepped out of them. “On your knees.” You dropped immediately, holding your hands up so that Visenya could undo the belt. Afterward, your hands raised to your lover’s smallclothes and you waited for an approving nod before pulling them down. Visenya stepped out of them and promptly hooked her thigh over your shoulder. Pressing a soft kiss to her bundle, you relished the way her fingers tightened in your hair. Your tongue darted out to taste her, and she let out a low moan. Swirling your tongue around her bud, you dropped your face so that your nose ground into her clit while your tongue pressed into her entrance. You moaned at her taste, and Visenya tensed against you at the vibrations, her hips rolling against your face. Slick coated your chin as you continued to tonguefuck your Queen, her moans heady as she ground against your face. “Fingers.” Visenya commanded, and you nodded before coating two in her slick and pushing them into her. “Fuck.” The blonde groaned as she clenched around your fingers. "Such a good little whore for me." You merely started thrusting them into her, drunken off the sound of her building moans and harsh words. When you prodded the rough spot behind her pelvis, Visenya’s movements grew erratic. She rode your face without abandon, her fingers white-knuckling your hair as she squeezed yours. You didn’t stop after her moans hit a crescendo, your fingers continuing at the bruising pace she loved. You lapped up every drop of her cum, licking it off your lips when she finally pulled you away from her core. Visenya looked so fucking beautiful like this, her silver hair frizzing around her face and her heavy-lidded eyes staring down at you lovingly. She closed her violet irises for a few moments longer, lips parted as she caught her breath. When her eyes opened again, they were once more darkened with lust. She pulled you to your feet before pushing you back against the altar. This time she turned you so you lay along the length of the marble, and she crawled up after you, coming to settle between your parted legs. Her hot breath teased against your throbbing core, slick coating your thighs as she pressed her lips to them. Her tongue darted out to taste your essence, looking up at you with a dark look in her eyes before she bit into your thigh. You grunted in pain, another wave of arousal shooting through you as Visenya released you. Pressing a kiss to the burning flesh, she finally swiped her tongue across you, spreading your slick around with a deft tongue. She didn’t wait a moment longer before feasting on you like a starved woman, her lips pressing around your button before she sucked on it and slipped a finger into you. Your heels dug into the marble as you writhed against her touch, wild moans filling the sept. In response, she slid another finger into you and increased the pace, her eyes wild as she drove herself into you. 

When the heat started to build in your gut once more you reached out to hold the hand that she had rested on your hip, and squeezed it lightly. “May I please cum?” You whimpered, arched against the cool marble. Visenya hummed approvingly against you, her fingers quickening as your orgasm came crashing over you. Every muscle in your body tensed as you clenched impossibly tight around your lover’s fingers, hips rolling as you moaned out Visenya’s name incoherently. She didn’t let up until you had started to whimper and push her away, pulling back to rest her head against your thigh.  A haughty grin spread across her face at the sight of you, but her hands were gentle as they stroked your thigh. 

She came to sit up on the altar, pulling your head into her lap. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?” Guilt tinged at her tone, and you squeezed her arm reassuringly as you shook your head no. She nodded and tutted, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “And you know I love you?” You smiled and pushed yourself up, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. 

“I love you too.” Having the power to clothe yourself in shadows was entirely useless until it wasn’t. Since meeting Visenya you have become well practiced in it. The tatters of nightshade fabric fell back over your body as if it had been poured there, and the two of you left the sept hand in hand as you returned to the royal apartments.

When the two of you arrived, you were both shocked to see Maegor tearing the heads off of the soul dolls while Aenys watched horrified a few feet away. “Maegor!” You exclaimed. Honestly, you didn’t know where he got his atrocious manners from some days. You would say his father if Aegon had anything to do with his birth because he certainly wasn’t around to teach him afterward. Shaking your head, you gathered a few of the dolls before passing them to Aenys. “We’ve talked about this.” You said gently, kneeling down to look Maegor in the eyes. He stared glumly down at his feet, and you looked back to see Visenya leaning against the doorway with an amused smile on her face. Turning back, you waited for him to raise his gaze to yours, and when he did you gave him a gentle smile. “It’s impolite to not share with your brother.” You explained, gesturing over at Aenys, who was cradling the doll holding the Septa’s soul. “How would you feel if he was tearing the heads off of his toys and didn’t offer any to you?” The boy’s lower lip trembled for a second as he nodded. 

“I’m sorry, Aenys.” You kissed Maegor on the forehead after he said it, and rose back to your feet. Taking a few steps back, you rejoined Visenya where she was watching the two boys. Aenys tentatively tugged at the doll’s head while Maegor beamed at him, when it wrenched loose a howling wail filled the tower. Maegor giggled excitedly, and Aenys was so excited from all of it that he started sobbing. You looked at Visenya lovingly and laced your fingers into hers. “We did a good thing.” You said, resting your head on her muscular shoulder. 

Raising children was hard, but it was easy when you were doing it with the person you love most in the world.

[darkestspring]

When possible, I’d love to see a continuation of your yandere conquerors where third wife reader eventually falls pregnant…I’d bet that they’d be obsessively protective.

It was only a few months after you married the three targaryens on dragonstone, unaware of your father's rage back in winterfell over his beloved daughter marrying, your mother wasn't much better but aegon, rhaenys, and visenya tried to not let you stress out too much.

aegon knew before you did, he could tell even the small changes in you, that's why when the maester gave the news, he acted like he was surprised as to not raise suspicions in you. Rhaenys and Visenya had both beamed at you, hands pressed against your not yet swollen belly.

"You must eat, dearest." Visenya pushed the plate closer to you as you pushed it away from you, shaking your head as you pursed your lips.

"No! Aegon said he'd eat with us, I don't want him to be sad that we started without him." You frowned at the eldest of your wives, turning to look at Rhaenys who paused bringing a bite of food to her lips.

"Haaah..." Rhaenys sighed, "Very well, just a moment more." She gave in very easily, leaving Visenya to glare at her.

"No! Not a moment more, dearest, you must eat. You are carrying a child, you must eat, not just for yourself." She fretted over you, moving closer and you all looked up as Aegon entered.

"Aegon! You're here, finally!" You beamed, relieved to see him. He'd been busy with affairs all day (which, unbeknownst to you, was actually him trying to smooth things over with your father.)

Aegon hummed softly, striding towards you and leaning down to kiss you. "Were you waiting for me? What a sweet thing." He cooed at you softly, pulling back with a pleased look in his eyes.

He eyed the already eating Rhaenys and the scowling Visenya with an amused look.

"Finally." Visenya scoffed, turning to you. "Dearest, Aegon in now here, so you must eat."

You huffed, pouting as you stomach finally grumbled. "Yes, yes, I'll eat now. You should eat too, Aegon."

Aegon took his usual spot next to you, his hand resting on your thigh. "i'll eat later, you just eat now, you need food, you're eating for a baby too."

Would it be considered ungentlemanly of him to admit that the knowledge that you carried his baby inside of you sent pleasant shivers down his spine. You were his, lovely little you.

"Dearest." Visenya called out on the other side of you and you paused in your eating to look up at her, blinking.

Visenya leaned down and kissed you, her hands cupping your face.

You pulled back with red cheeks and rhaenys protested.

"That's not fair! I'm the favorite, so I should get more kisses, right dearest?"

Both aegon and visenya scoffed as you stammered out a reply.

[thesongoficeandfir3]

ASOIAF lovers as elements (part earth)

The Earth lovers are defined as stable and grounded, in most cases they may often come off as brute, rough around the edges, stern, and scary even but with time you will notice other softer qualities

The core ways an Earth lover would show their love for you is through loyalty, supportiveness, and protectiveness

The Earth lover can further be split into different subgroups where they can fall in all categories, some categories or be more of one than a other

They can be like the mighty oak tree where their love is deeply rooted and no force can ever come between their love for you. They are extremely loyal to you and would never be unfaithful to you. Never even faltering for a second if anything no matter how tempting tried to come between you two

Or they can be like the plant. In order for most plants to grow and bloom into something strong and beautiful they need to be in the best conditions and for your lover your relationship is the plant and they are the gardener. This type of Earth lover is very nurturing, ensuring you are well taken care of in every aspect of your life. Their top priority is your wellbeing and happiness , even spoiling you a bit because they never give you anything but the best. Their loyalty also shows here as well as patience. More than likely your marriage would be due to a political agreement thus you two would start off as strangers. They will be patient and not force or rush your growing relationship and they will be loyal, staying devoted no matter how long it takes for you two to be finally familiar and comfortable with each other

Like the mountain the earth lover is usually has steadfast and stubborn in personality. This may seem negative but it can also be positive. When trouble comes they are unyielding and refuse to buckle under pressure and will be quick to act as a sanctuary and anchor to keep you grounded so you won’t fall. You can always count to lean on them as they are unshaken and ready to take on issues

earthquake are terrifying, dangerous, and violent. The earth lover protection toward you is like an earthquake. Most of the time your earth lover prefers to stay silent and steady but the moment you are hurt, threaten, disrespected even they erupt in a terrifying and violent anger. So terrifying and violent it leaves not only the threat but any one else who’s witness this anger to be afraid. They respond so recklessly and violently immediately because they want no confusion in the slightest with how important you are to them and what will happen if someone tries to come between that

Earth lovers may seem unapproachable like a vast forest, intimidating like a mountain, or unyielding like a boulder, but they are also like a geode and if you take time to explore them getting to truly know them you’ll find beauty within them

Cregan Stark, Jon Snow, Harwin Strong, Young!Tywin, Visenya Targaryen, Erryk Cargyll

[amisa-k]

masterlist

reactions

house of the dragon men reacting at you sleeping on them

house of the dragon women reacting at you sleeping on them

how house of the dragon characters would touch you

someone offended you

their reactions to you teasing them with your foot under the table during dinner 1

their reactions to you teasing them with your foot under the table during dinner 2

you catch them masturbating and calling your name

nude painting

you said "I love you" in your native language

daemon targaryen

daemon provokes and begs (sub!daemon x dom!reader)

aemond targaryen

a brief moment of comfort with aemond

sub!aemond targaryen x dom!reader 18+

aegon ii targaryen

aegon targaryen x sister!reader

a drunken night with aegon

aegon provokes and begs (sub!aegon x dom!reader)

comforting him while he cries

visenya targaryen

visenya targaryen x fem!reader smut

you’re not someone i fear, you’re someone i want part 1

part 2

part 3

[ofhouseusher]

House of the Dragon fanfiction ➵ A place for you and me (and our dragons)

↳ Visenya Targaryen, a fierce dragonrider bonded to the second-largest dragon alive, understands the thrill of a successful battle and the line between life and death. Someone who would fight by Rhaenys' side without her ever asking. They were mortals linked together by fire. The same sin binds them. They were entwined in red rings of blood and loneliness. It was, in a way, mutual haunting. This was someone who met Rhaenys Targaryen at her level.

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

taglist🧚🏻‍♀️: @queenwhojustis

[vintagegirl01]

Vying for the Sea 🌊 (Pt. 1)

Duke Leto Atreides x female Velaryon reader

Summary: Y/N Velaryon is a distant cousin of the conquerors. While Aegon has conquered all with his sister wives, Visenya and Rhaenys, he still wants more. In this case, you.

However, you long for another man. Someone who cannot compare to the king and conquer of Westeros.

A/N: About to finish reading Fire and Blood. As a first time reader of G.R.R. Martin, I have to say the Targaryen dynasty is quite interesting. However, a favorite house of mine was House Velaryon. In my opinion, they were truly an underestimated house. And tada, this story was born. No worries, reader is of marriageable age (at least 18 years of age) for today’s standards. Also, the first picture is a face claim for reader as a Velaryon character based on Fire and Blood’s descriptions of those descending from Old Valyria.

Aegon raised an eyebrow, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of interest and annoyance.

“You do not seem to understand, princess” he said, his voice sharp, filled with an authority that he failed to hide. “I do not want the Velaryon house…”

He paused, taking a step forward, looking at you as if to measure your reaction. He was so close now, the heat of dragonstone radiating from him like a living flame

“I want you.”

You look at him confused. “Me? But you have two wives. What would you need another for?”

Aegon smirked, his gaze burning, but almost amused at your lack of understanding. He came even closer, his large frame towering over you, as if trying to impose his will.

“Do not pretend to be naive, princess,” he drawled, his voice a low, almost seductive murmur.“ I do not ask just to add a pretty face to my harem. I ask because of this…” He moved a hand, slowly, and took your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look at him

“... because of this spark of fire I see in your eyes.”

You get out of his grasp. “I’m promised to another. We are to be married in a month’s time.”

“Promised?” He repeated the word as if it were poison, a mocking smile on his lips, his eyes still fixed on yours, his hand still holding your chin in a firm, almost possessive grip.

“Promises…” he huffed, leaning closer, his breath caressing your skin, making you feel the heat of his body.... “What are promises worth, if they chain you to a future you do not yearn for?”

“But I like my betrothed. He’s kind, wise, and just.”

He smiled, a cold, almost mocking smile.

“Kindness, wisdom, justice. The virtues of the weak,” he replied. “You’re a dragon, princess, a descendant of old Valyria. You deserve more than kindness, more than wisdom, more than a just man.”

He moved even closer, his body almost pressed against yours, his hand moving from chin to cheek, gently tracing your skin with an almost delicate touch.

“You deserve fire, princess. You deserve me.”

“I’m a Velaryon and the salt of the sea runs through my veins. Just like Duke Leto of Caladan. We are a fine match.”

Aegon let out an almost harsh bark of laughter, his hand moving from your cheek to your shoulder, a dangerous look in his eyes.*

“The salt of the sea... is nothing compared to the fire of the dragon!” he exclaimed, the words filled with the fierce determination of a conqueror.

“You are a Velaryon, yes, a descendant of sea and saltwater. But you are also a descendant of old Valyria! You have the blood of the dragon!”

He moved closer again, his body now pressed against yours, his grasp tight, almost possessive.

“I have never even claimed my own dragon.”

Aegon smiled, his eyes bright, his hand still holding your shoulder with a firm grip. His body was so close now, the heat of him almost burning.

“And whose fault is that, princess?” he replied, his voice a low whisper in your ear. “The right dragon hasn't come to claim you yet.”

You shake your head. “Tis not necessary. As I said, I’m to be the wife of the Duke of Caladan. We care for each other a lot and feel the marriage will be a success. I hope to bear him children. He is a good man who unfortunately lost the previous Duchess of Caladan and his heir in birth and to the cradle a few years ago.”

Aegon listened with a mix of annoyance and fascination, his hand still holding your shoulder, almost as if to keep you within his reach. He stared at you for a moment, his eyes searching yours. Your words clearly irritated him, but they also seemed to excite him, a dangerous, almost amused gleam in his gaze.

“A good man,” he repeated, his voice filled with irony, but also with a hint of fascination at your stubbornness. “A man who cannot even protect his own family.”

Your face contorted to fury. “How dare you imply that about the Duke of Caladan? You insult him, then you insult me. He had been nothing but kind and patient with me. Therefore, I’m happy to be his wife and bear his heirs.”

He smirked, the gleam in his eyes growing more intense, a hint of respect mixed with irritation in his gaze. Your devotion to your betrothed was almost impressive, challenging his own pride and determination.

“Oh, princess...your loyalty is admirable, but misplaced. You speak of kindness and protection, but what about power? What about greatness?”

He moved closer, his body now pressing firmly against yours, and his hand slid from your shoulder to your waist, pinning you against him with a possessive grip.

“He is already those things. His people adore him. He’s regarded as a leader who fights with his men, not standing along the sidelines.”

Aegon stared at you, his gaze intense, his hand still gripping your waist. He seemed almost amused by your stubbornness, fascinated in spite of himself by your devotion to your betrothed.

“Fighting with his men like a common soldier, how...noble…” he said, his voice filled with sarcasm and disdain. “But does he have a dragon?”

“He does not. But neither have I.”

Aegon’s grip on your waist tightened, his body pressing even closer, as if he were trying to assert his authority, as if trying to convince you with his very presence.

“And that's where you are wrong, princess. You do not have a dragon, yet. You have not claimed your dragon yet.” He leaned his face to yours, only inches away, and his voice was a low, almost seductive murmur.

“But I could change that. I could make you claim the greatest dragon of all.”

You try to escape his grasp. “You better leave, your grace. My betrothed will be here soon.”

Aegon let out a dry, almost bitter laugh, his body still pinning you against him, his hand still gripping your waist, his eyes burning with a mixture of anger and desire.

“And what if I refuse?” he whispered, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. “What if I claim you for myself, now, before he can come?”

“I shall scream.”

He smiled, his eyes sparkling with a mix of admiration and challenge.

“You’d scream? Would you struggle? Would you fight?” he asked, his hand moving to your back, his touch almost caressing, yet still firm and dominant.

He leaned in closer, his mouth tantalizingly close to your ear, and whispered.

“Go on, do it. Scream. Struggle. Fight.”

“I doubt your sister-wives will be pleased to hear about your wandering eye. Especially Visenya.”

Aegon’s smile widened, a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he pressed himself against you, his body almost enveloping you, his hand running over your back.

“Ah, my wives...you underestimate them, princess. They know better than to think I would be faithful to just one woman” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “They were well aware that I have quite the appetite.”

Before things can go farther, the conqueror is taken off of you by the Duke of Caladan.

Aegon turned to face the sudden interruption, a dark and furious expression on his face. His body tensed with irritation as he faced the intruder, a snarl on his lips. But when he saw who had interrupted him and taken you away from him, his expression changed; there was recognition in his gaze, and a hint of annoyance.

”Duke of...Caladan?” he asked, his voice laced with a mixture of surprise and irritation.

Leto looks at the man sternly. “That is right.”

He goes to you, holding you in his arms and asking if you’re okay.

Aegon watched as the Duke of Caladan took you in his arms, his irritation mixing with a hint of something else; he looked almost...envious.

“She is fine” he replied, his voice betraying a hint of resentment, his eyes flickering between you and the duke. He stood there, watching the two of you, his jaw clenched, his body tense with frustration and suppressed desire.

“You stay away from my betrothed. We are to be married and she will head to Caladan with me.”

Aegon stared back at the Duke of Caladan, his eyes like a fire, his demeanor defiant and challenging. Despite his anger and jealousy, there was a hint of admiration in his gaze towards the duke.

“I go where I want, and I desire what I want. And right now, I desire her” he replied, his voice firm, his eyes still fixed on you, filled with an almost possessive gaze.

“I could take her for myself right now.” He added, taking a step forward, his body tense, his hand clenching into a fist. “I could claim her, make her mine, and there's nothing you could do to stop me.”

The Duke of Caladan held you close, his gaze fixed on the conqueror, his eyes cautious yet defiant. He knew the power and influence of Aegon, but he also knew the importance of protecting you, the woman he loved and would soon marry.

“Try it“ he challenged, his voice steady, a hint of warning in his tone. “Try to take her from me.”

Aegon stared at the Duke of Caladan for a moment, his eyes burning with anger and desire. The challenge, though unexpected, only fueled his determination to have you, to possess you, to make you his.

“You dare to challenge me?” he replied, his voice dangerous, his body almost vibrating with the intensity of his emotions. “You are brave, I'll give you that, but you are also foolish if you think you can stop me.”

“Leto, please. I do not want him to hurt you.”

The Duke of Caladan held you even closer, his arms wrapping around you, protecting you, as he kept his gaze fixed on Aegon, a mix of concern and defiance in his eyes.

“Do not worry, my love” he whispered to you, his voice soft yet firm. “I'll protect you. I will not let him harm you.”

Aegon watched the scene, his eyes burning with jealousy and frustration. He took another step forward, his body tense, his hand still clenched into a fist.

“How noble of you” he sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm and contempt. “Brave and chivalrous. Are you planning to defend her honor now? To fight me for her?”

The Duke of Caladan did not flinch, his gaze unwavering, his expression set in determination.

”If I must”, he countered, his voice firm, a protective edge to his tone. “If it means protecting her from the likes of you.”

As the two men are about to fight, your father comes in. He then tells Aegon that he better leave before losing Driftmark as an ally.

Aegon stares at your father for a moment, the anger and frustration still burning in his eyes. But he also recognizes the threat in your father's words, the power of your house and its strategic importance in the realm.

He takes a deep breath, trying to contain his temper, and gives you one last look.

“Fine” he says, his voice still filled with irritation, but also a hint of caution. “I will leave. For now. But this is not finished.”

He looks at your betrothed, the duke of Caladan, one last time, his gaze intense, filled with a mix of irritation and grudging admiration.

“You have dodged a battle for now, duke” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “But do not get too comfortable. I have a long memory. And my patience is limited.”

He gives one last, longing look in your direction before turning and striding out of the room, his body still tense with frustration and suppressed desire, his mind no doubt already planning his next move.

Link for Parts 2 & 3 below:

[eu-nicola]

Lord of Driftmark

Lucerys Velaryon x Fem! OC

Summary: it wasn’t secret that prince lucerys had many conquests and his sister was jealous.

warnings: my first language isn’t English and I didn't correct this / smut / incest / I know the labels aren’t 100% correct

It wasn’t a secret to the kingdom that Prince Lucerys "Lord of Driftmark" had many conquests throughout the kingdom, he was refused to marry and belong completely to anyone, his mother Queen Rhaenyra had tried many times to convince him but he simply did not want to, he was fine as sole ruler and with his women around, it was said that he had had some bastards but he had not wanted them, they were had dark hair as any child could have so there was no way to prove that they were his children.

On the other hand there was his younger sister Visenya the young girl who loved him since she had been conscious, she had always felt jealous of all the women who hovered around him and she wanted to murder each and every one of them but she could not, she could not show herself like that to others and she was definitely not going to let her jealousy win her over. Sometimes the princess made some of her brother's suitors disappear, the prettiest ones she sent away and made sure they never came near them again, it wasn't necessary scary them because they had the beautiful woman with a strong character and fierce stories.

Rhaenyra knew what her daughter felt and she also knew that there was no line in the world that Visenya would not cross for him.

sometimes it reminded her of her youth, the fire her children had within her and how they were as attracted to each other as she was to Daemon. Rhaenyra was aware that her son felt the same way since when it was suggested to him that she and Daemon had the idea of marrying Visenya to a noble of one of the houses he flatly refused, he even got angry at the idea. That was the first time.

There was another occasion in which Visenya was talking with a young Stark and while they were laughing and talking from afar Lucerys watched them and especially the man he killed him with his eyes, that time he called the man and took him away from the room after that it was only known that the next day he was returning to his home.

Both did everything to prevent the other from interacting with other people but neither of them did anything to be together.

As a princess she had to marry urgently and that was about to happen, despite Lucerys' attempts to stop it from happening, the Lannister house accepted the queen's offer to marry her youngest daughter to John Lannister, the youngest son of the family. Visenya was not entirely happy but if that was what she had to do she would do it no matter what, her family was the most important thing and above all her name was.

That day all the houses prepared to go to the wedding of their princess, by request of the Lannister house the wedding was going to be like any other because they did not want to follow the Valyrian traditions for not knowing them, Visenya was upset with this because she always wanted to get married under their traditions but there was nothing you could say to make them do it. After that everything happened quickly and the young couple was finally married, the whole event was witnessed by Lucerys from afar because at no time he wanted to approach them more than he should, he didn’t want to talk to them and much less to congratulate them.

While the people danced and drank Visenya's ladies took her to her room to prepare her to be with her husband, they bathed her body and let her hair down, they dressed her with a beautiful white nightgown ready for the night, as soon as they left Visenya heard the sound of the door and she thought it was her husband but it was not, it was prince Lucerys right in front of her.

"What are you doing here Lucerys?". She asked.

"I wanted to see my little sister “. He answered her, getting even closer to her.

"You didn't want to greet me the whole dinner, why would do it now? “. Visenya moved away from him trying to avoid him touching her but he was quicker and he grabbed her by the wrist. "Let go Lucerys, I don't want you to touch me".

"You don't want to eh?, that's not what it looks like when I see you spying on me with other women". Visenya was stunned to be discovered and did not want to say a word. "I know you want to be the one under me “.

"No, I don't and I will never want to". She defended herself.

"Never say never, darling “. Immediately after that he grabbed her by the waist pulled her to him and kissed her.

In the blink of an eye they were both on the bed she was supposed to share with her husband, Visenya straddling his lap, Lucerys' large hands roaming from her hips to the curve of her slightly exposed ass.

"Luke." She moaned as best she could. Her pussy was throbbing as he kissed her neck, slapping his hips against her clit.

"You must go, my husband could arrive." She pleaded him.

" Maybe then he will realize that no one could ever make you feel the way I do ". He whispered against her neck.

He stood up a little and turned around to drop her on the bed. He helped her take off her dress and leave her completely naked, walked over to her and began to distribute kisses all over her body and the occasional mark.

" Please Luke, don't tease me." She begged him.

" Are you going to let me use this pretty pussy?" he asked, running his tip up and down.

She nodded her head and he immediately smiled, his right hand reaching down to grab her thigh while his left hand guided his cock.

She moaned as she slowly felt him, her pussy stretching around his cock as he soothed her.

"It won't last long the pain, trust me." He told her. He leaned into her face spreading kisses across her lips and neck as he began to gently thrust in and out of her.

Visenya was starting to get desperate and wanted more. "Luke, harder." She whispered in his ear. He was surprised but took advantage and wasted no time to start fucking her harder.

"Tomorrow morning you will be carrying my child in your womb and no other man will be able to touch you".

Finger nails running down his muscular back, his words made Visenya thrill.

" Did you understand me?" . He asked taking her by the throat.

" Yes yes, I will take as many children as you ask me to, I promise " . He continued to pound her relentlessly, one hand gripping her thigh and the other grabbing her pretty throat.

"Please, I need...".

"Cum around my cock." He asked her and so she did, she felt free.

Luke finally came and his body felt bigger and bigger on top of her, his cum felt hot as it filled her cervix.

"Shit." he exhaled, pulling his cock out as his cum dripped from Visenya's pussy.

He brought his fingers up and pushed them back into her, making sure nothing escaped.

"Let nothing go to waste." He told her before planting a kiss on her mouth.

"Luke and what about my husband?". She asked him.

"I'll make sure it looks like an accident". At such an answer she smiled at him and kissed him again.

She was tired but she wanted to keep her promise and give him as many children as he asked for and for that to be fulfilled they had to keep going, so without wasting time she climbed on top of her brother and again directed his cock in her aching pussy to feel him deep inside.

" So someone is eager to continue." He told her with a smile. He took by the hips and began to guide her in her work and so they continued their night without stopping until dawn.

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

can you write about Visenya The Conqueror x fem reader please? 🥺🌹

Never written for Visenya before but here's a little something since this ask did spark inspiration :)

Surly Creatures

Pairing(s): Visenya Targaryen x Reader, implied!Visenya Targaryen x Aegon Targaryen, implied!Aegon Targaryen x Rhaenys Targaryen

Warnings: short and sweet

Visenya, to the outside, was a cold brute of a woman. Stony faced when regarding those she deemed lower status than herself. Nonetheless, her beauty was more reserved and not free, like the easy charm of her sister Rhaenys. Even to Aegon, his older sister was someone to tread around carefully.

Anyone could take one look at Vhagar and acknowledge the resemblance the she-dragon had to her rider.

A woman who was difficult to love.

You, however, wormed your way through her tough exterior. An inconsequential nobody with no lengthy ancestry or noble birth. A chambermaid who knew the intricacies of Visenya's personal life.

Other maids loathed tending to their icy queen, preferring to cater to the needs of King Aegon and Queen Rhaenys for their easygoing personalities. You had practice in taming surly creatures.

"You dare compare me to this. . . thing?" Visenya's eyes scrutinize the overgrown feline in your arms. Her arms are haughtily folded in front of her chest. She'd caught you wandering around the main castle of Aegonsfort. Wondering what you were up to, she followed you to a dark corridor where you were on your knees, a piece of raw meat between your fingers as you coaxed something from a dark corner of the hall.

Hisses proceed before settling down into gentle purrs. That's when you turned around to reveal the unkempt beast in your arms and shock in your eyes when you come upon Queen Visenya.

"Certainly not the looks," You say to ease her tempers, jostling the cat in your hold as it starts to become fussy. "But temperament, yes. It's taken me months to earn her trust. As it has taken me years to earn yours, your grace. That's how you know the trust is true if you work for it."

And Visenya damns the tenderness she feels for you. She should have scorned you for touching a filthy animal and dirtying the pretty dress that she had commissioned just for you, her pretty doll.

Slowly, the eldest Targaryen queen steps toward you, holding her hand to touch the top of the cat's head, only to earn a toothy hiss. She recoils with a glare. "Filthy thing."

You just giggle and release the poor cat before Visenya can request an execution for it. The cat high-tails it out of there. "See what I mean?" Wiping your hands on your apron, you smile up at Visenya. "Gentle caresses have to be earned."

Visenya fixes a stray strand of hair that is tossed around your face. Carefully tucking it behind your ear with the gentlest of hands. What made you different from the others? Was it your patience with her attitude? A well that never seemed to run out. Even Vhagar appeared to tolerate your presence when you tried to clamber on her. Visenya thought it utterly adorable (she would never say such a thing out loud) to see you atop her deadly dragon. Small and un-Targaryen, yet you looked like you were meant to be there.

Aegon teased his sister that Vhagar shared the same sentiment toward the maid as her rider did. One time, Vhagar nudged you a little too hard with her large snout, causing you to fall face forward into the dirt. Instead of being upset, you merely laugh as Vhagar continues to roll you around on the ground with a feather-light touch of her nose.

The action wasn't malicious. It actually looked like Vhagar was having fun playing with you in such a manner.

Maybe. . . what really captivated Visenya was the way you looked up at her with stars in your eyes and a flush to your cheeks. Just for her. No one else managed to wrangle such an expression from you.

It made Visenya feel superior to all others. For she possessed your full attention and adoration.

"Let's get you washed up. The beast is probably covered in fleas." Visenya huffs, hiding the smile that threatened to throw her face into warmth.

"Will I be worthy of your touch then, your grace?" You ask with hope in your voice.

It's still a shock to your system when Visenya pulls you in close to her, both of her hands cradling your face before she leans in to press her plush lips against your's.

"You will always be worthy of my touch, pet." She whispers against your mouth.

You were struck dumb there and struggled to catch up to her once she turned back around to lead you to her personal chambers.

[rhaenyra-first-of-her-name]

Somebody send me recs about Team Black please.

[viscardiac]

The pretty girl genes

My personal headcanon/fav wack theory is that the families with magic in their blood, like the Targaryen or the Stark, often have two phenotypes. The bulky phenotype and the pretty girl phenotype. I don't say this in a gendered sense, just as a general aesthetic. The pretty girl parts of the family are usually softer in aspect, and have those fairytale airs about them. The bulky parts on the other hand are the people that will scare you off based on appearance alone. It's not the sneer in their face or the wildness of their demeanor, it's just that they look like they could really fuck you up.

For the Targaryen, the pretty girl genes are dominant. You rarely ever get some dude like Maegor who was just massive all around. I mean. Aegon The Conqueror was just some anime twink. Look at this guy.

This isn't some dude you'd wanna cross the street to avoid. He's really just some twink. And most of the Targaryens are Like That. Maegor is one of the few exceptions, and I'm going to put in Maelys Blackfyre in that category too, but take at some of the most feared ones for having their heads up their asses like Aerion the Bright, or crazy Aerys.

Aerion is pretty even being punched in the face.

Aerys always looks like he's constipated anyways but he's still built like a pretty girl. You get exceptions that pop up once in a lifetime when the stars and planets align and someone manages to get the bulky genes from both sides.

Now, for the Stark, and i'm probably guessing the north in general, considering they come from a different lineage/ethnicity altogether, have some different shit going on. The Targaryen got, from outsiders to the house, andal blood (Arryn, Martell [rhoynar too, in this case]). In theory, the Dayne were of the first men, but with the andal invasion, there's likely been a lot of mix up, and the same is to be said of the Blackwood and the Hightower. The only arguably more direct line (though i doubt they haven't really married with other andal houses too) are the Baratheon. ...The Velaryon hadn't as much self imposed restrictions for marriage as the Targaryen did, so there's probably one shit ton of outside marriages for them too. I can be very wrong about all this bc it's pretty hard to track when we don't have all that much info on family trees, but honestly i don't care, this is my wack theory and you'll bear with me. The Targaryen are fairly easier to track because of the, yknow, whole incest business.

The north doesn't really get on with outsiders, though. They pretty much stay there, doing their thing, trying very hard not to stick themselves in all this court bullshit. For the Stark line, mostly only the daughters married people from the outside, meaning they don't partake in the main line, and are instead accounted for in other family trees. The women who weren't northeners are Blackwoods, who have, though likely joined with andals on the long run, a first men origin, and one Catelyn Tully, who has this same claim to her bloodline. I don't count the Manderly as outsiders, seeing as they, as the Stark and most if not all of the north, a claim to the first men origin.

Now, the Starks often seem to be the imposing, bulky type that we don't really see all that often with the Targaryen. They all mostly seem tall and imposing from the accounts we have. We'll say for this purpose, the pretty girl genes are actually recessive for them. The only two described Stark women that aren't Catelyn's Arya or Sansa are Alarra Stark, who was described by her father as "as sweet to look upon as any southron lady", and Lyanna, The Lyanna. Lyanna wasn't described to be beautiful in the same way that Elia was, being wild and slim where Elia was delicate. I am a firm believer of pretty girl Lyanna -- though, yes, i don't think she was pretty in the same manner as ladies from other ethnicities were, all pretty girls, but different brand of pretty girl. North pretty girl is wilder and all that.

And then we get to what for me is the funny part. I know, I know, not all of us like or are into the R+L=J theory, but I do, and since this is my post only my opinion matters. Whatever was the nature of the relationship between them, we get lil pretty Jon. Jon always gets described as pretty. He's prettier than daughters, he gets confused for a girl a time or two if i remember it right, and in comparison to what Robb looks like, Tully features aside, he looks way softer. This doesn't seem to have been a problem Ned Stark had, from what was told so far, to have been to pretty it became annoying.

Rhaegar, however, was never really different from what a Targaryen man was expected to look like. People already expected them to look pretty and soft and graceful and stare into the distance after something no one else could understand.

What I'm saying is that Jon managed to snag TWO DIFFERENT TYPES OF PRETTY GIRL. That's why he's Like That.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

[novaursa]

you could do a the conquerors x brother reader

The Last of Valyria

Requests are closed!

- Summary: You bind yourself to your siblings in a tradition of the Old Valyria.

- Pairing: brother!reader/The Conquerors

- Rating: Mild 13+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround @literaturedog

The day of your union dawns with the pale light of morning spilling over Dragonstone, the island fortress that has been your home since you were a boy. The sea roars below the cliffs, the winds carrying with them the ancient whispers of your ancestors. Today, the blood of Old Valyria will be honored once more, and the traditions of your people will bind you, Aegon, Rhaenys, and Visenya together in a way that no other bond ever could.

You stand in the chamber, dressed in the finest black and red robes, the colors of your House. Gold threads, like the flames of a dragon, weave through the fabric, shimmering with each movement. Your mind races as you prepare for the ceremony, the weight of what is to come pressing down on your chest. The air smells of salt and fire, as it always does here on Dragonstone, but today there is something more—a sense of destiny, of ancient power stirring.

Aegon is already there, standing tall and regal in his ceremonial armor, his face as unreadable as ever, yet the flicker of pride in his violet eyes is unmistakable. He is the eldest, the one who has led you and your sisters through every trial, and today, he will be the one to unite you all under the old ways. His long silver hair falls like a cascade down his back, the crown of Valyrian steel atop his head glinting in the light of the braziers.

Visenya stands by his side, her sharp, fierce beauty reflected in the cold steel of Dark Sister strapped to her hip. She exudes strength, her presence as commanding as it is magnetic. Her eyes meet yours, and there is a spark there, a silent promise that no matter what the world throws at you, she will be by your side. She, like you, knows the weight of duty. She has never flinched from it, and neither will you.

And then there is Rhaenys. Radiant, wild, and full of life. She wears her joy like a flame, uncontained and bright. Her pale hair falls in soft waves down her shoulders, and her gown of red and gold clings to her lithe frame like a second skin. There is a lightness to her that neither you nor Visenya share, and it is she who makes your heart race when she smiles at you.

The four of you stand before the altar, carved from obsidian, etched with Valyrian runes so old you can scarcely read them. The ancient priest speaks in High Valyrian, the words rolling off his tongue like dragonfire. They are words of power, words that connect you not just to your siblings but to the blood of the dragons, to the empire that once ruled the known world. Your blood, their blood, the blood of Old Valyria.

You step forward first, as is tradition for the youngest, your heart pounding as you take Visenya’s hand. Her skin is warm, her grip firm, as she looks into your eyes with a fierce pride. The priest ties a strip of crimson silk around your wrists, binding you together.

"Blood of the dragon will not die," he chants in High Valyrian. You repeat the words, your voice steady, unflinching, as your fate is sealed with hers.

Next, you turn to Rhaenys, and her eyes glitter with a warmth that melts away the weight of the moment for just a breath. She grasps your hand eagerly, and when the silk is tied, her fingers brush against yours, sending a shiver down your spine. "Serve the dragons," she whispers. The words linger in the air between you as you repeat them, knowing that in this union, there is not just duty but love, desire, and the promise of a shared future.

Finally, you face Aegon. He places a hand on your shoulder, and there is something in his gaze that speaks of more than just brotherhood. He is your king, your elder, but more than that, he is the one who has always understood you, even when no one else could. The priest binds your wrists together, the silk a final reminder of the blood you share, and you look into Aegon’s eyes, the two of you bound not just by blood but by fate.

"We are the last of Valyria," Aegon says, his voice low, resonant. You repeat the words, knowing that they are both a promise and a vow, a reminder that you are all that remains of a shattered empire, and together, you will rebuild it, stronger than ever before.

The ritual ends with the four of you standing together, wrists still bound, the weight of your shared destiny settling over you like a cloak. The priest’s voice fades into the background as you step closer, the bonds between you now more than just symbolic. You feel the warmth of Visenya’s hand, the lightness of Rhaenys’ touch, the steady strength of Aegon’s presence, and you know that no matter what the future holds, you will face it together.

As the wind howls outside and the dragons roar in the distance, you share a final glance with your siblings, and in that moment, there is no doubt. You are the blood of the dragon, united in fire and blood. Nothing, not even the gods themselves, will stand in your way.

[yennefersbody]

VISENYA TARGARYEN X SHARRA ARRYN;

my heart is aching,

my breath, you've taken

i’ll leave that, just want a taste

don't you leave me this way

don't make me beg for you

for @danytheestallion 🤍

[annagehtdichnenkeksan]

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒚

part 5 (sorry, English is not my main Language)

Aemond returned to Kings Landing, leaving a relieved Visenya behind. But the relaxed feeling fade, when the white haired girl thinks about her wedding in three months. The maids already planning her departure and prepare the dresses she will wear, dressmakers work day and night on her wedding dress and Rhaena had to dissuade Baela from making the dress black. No mean signs. Visenya want it in a light, soft purple, like one o her eyes. A bright, friendly color without any evil ulterior motives. Oh may these three months never pass.

Of course they had to pass. Visenya could strangle the king, for writing to her every day and send her his manipulative presents. How wonderful it would have been if she could forgotten her soon to be wedding for a moment. Now she walks through the long hallways of the Red Keep, flanked by her sisters. The king will greet them in the throne room. Sitting on her mother's throne. Rhaena pats her hand and put a little kiss on it when they get announces. The doors swing open and Visenya was exposed to hundred of eyes. Squeezing Rhaena's hand, the young girl walks forward to the throne. Instead looking to the king, Visenya pays more attention to everything else, as if she could escape from this situation if she just keeps it up. In front of the iron throne, the three woman kneel.

A hand in front of her face, makes her to grit her teeth. 'Be brave Visenya'. She takes his hand and sprightly stand up to face him, only to realize that he looks even scarier with the crown on top of his head. "I welcome you to your new home" Aemonds soft spoken words and the warm smile, made Visenya shiver. The court cheers, much to her discomfort. The men's watchful eyes in particular frighten her. The same expression was many times in Aemond's eyes. His lips caress her small hand and it seems that he almost enjoy's it.

He will never get tired of kissing her soft hands. While he covers her hand with deeply meant kisses, his head spins a picture of her, laying on the bed, her hair spread out like a fan around her noble face, wearing nothing except his passionate kisses. He will make sure that this daydream will be their wedding night.

@blackswxnn

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Visenya x fem reader smut

A/N: I hope you like it!

pairing: Visenya Targaryen x niece!Reader

summary: Visenya needs someone totally the opposite of Aegon, not only in mannerism but other aspects as well.

Word count: 4.2K

Warnings: Smut, Angst, spanking, fingering, pussy eating, sex toys, sixty nine, masturbation, a little blood tasting

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

"My queen, the bath is ready" You spoke steadily, although you were new in Queen Visenya's service you had heard from the other handmaidens that she was not cruel like many said, she was merely indifferent.

"Yes, thank you" She barely spared you a glance before turning back to her book, she folded the edge of the page before closing it and placing it beside her now empty cup of wine.

"Where is Maegor?" She asked. She stood up turning to face you. You moved over to her so you can begin the process of undressing her.

"He has been put to bed a while back, my queen" You answered. You unlaced the dress making sure not to touch any of the skin on her back although you longed to. No one knew of your fascination with women except one person, your older sister who swore to keep it a secret in exchange that you keep the fact that she had lost her maidenhead to a servant instead of her fool of a husband.

"Tell me, which house were you from again?" Visenya asked, once her dress and corset were fully off leaving her completely bare in front of you. You gulped feeling heat crawling under your skin. Your heart picked up in speed when she turned around to face you with her breasts and cunt fully showing. It took a great amount of self control on your part to turn your gaze to look in her eyes instead.

"C-Caswell, your grace, I come from the Reach" You stuttered. Your cheeks must have looked like two red apples. The queen's lips twitched at the side as if she was trying to suppress a smile, she let out a low hum sending shivers down your spine.

"Help me bathe" She ordered. There was no way you could argue against the queen, neither her tone or station left any argument in you. Your eyes widened as she turned away and strutted over to the wooden tub filled almost to the brim with literally boiling water. Your eyes watched as her behind jiggled slightly with each step.

"Wait my queen, you will burn yours-" The words died in your mouth when she put her leg in followed by the other. She sank down with a satisfied sigh. She leaned back and let her arms rest on each side of the tub. She turned to look at you with a smirk almost looking like one a person would wear after a victory.

"You were saying?" She teased. You bit your lip to prevent the whimper stuck in your throat fighting to come through. You silently moved to kneel on the floor behind her to begin your work. You pulled up your sleeves and reached over to get your hands wet so you can wash her hair but her hand shot up to stop yours. Her dry skin felt heavenly on yours. You gasped shocked, leaning back scared that you had done something wrong.

"You will burn yourself" She teases smirking. You sighed in relied seeing her playful gesture. Her eyes trailed down your face and your arm until pausing on the area her skin touched yours. She slowly loosened her grip but did not move her hand away. The ghost of a touch left between you two made you knees weaken, you had always admired the warrior queen. You felt yourself growing wet from the simple touch, your thighs tensed but you did not dare shift.

"Us Targaryens are more immune to heat, including water, weather or fire" Visenya explained. Her eyes trailed back up your arm to your face. Her hand fell down into the water making it splash. Some of it got onto your arm still stretched in front of you. You yelped feeling the hot water on your skin, not a huge amount, not enough to harm you. Visenya laughed at your reaction, face scrunched, eyebrows furrowed and lips pouted a little.

"Fetch some oils for the bath, maybe some lavender smelling ones this time" Visenya grinned seeing your eyes wander down to her breasts covered by only water. You nodded your head and got up from the floor. You moved to the other side of the room where she kept her oils and perfumes. You picked up a bottle with a single lavender attached to it as an indication to what was inside of it.

You moved back over to the tub, heart hammering in your chest once you realised she was watching your every move. You paused at the foot of the tup and opened the bottle. you slowly emptied it into the water. You gasped lowly when Visenya raised her leg showing from the water showing up to her thigh.

"Be a dear and wash me" She smirked, she rested her foot on the wooden edge. Your eyes snapped from her leg to her face cursing yourself for being the way you are, for the way your heart hammered in your chest, for the way your cunt drooled at the mere sight of her flesh.

"Yes my queen" You obediently moved to grab the wash cloth and soap bar smelling of roses from the table beside the tub. You moved to wet the wash cloth but froze inches away from the water.

"The water has cooled. do not be afraid. I would not intentionally hurt you" Visenya assured you. You nodded with a small smiled. Your hand slowly dipped down into the water with the wash cloth, the water was still very hot and stung a little but it was nowhere near as hot as earlier when she first got into it.

You rubbed the soap bar onto the now wet wash cloth, the friction caused the soap to dissolve. Before you can move Visenya raised her leg for you to hold, wiggling her toes as of inviting you to touch her. Your heart jumped o your throat when your skin made contact with hers. you held her leg around the calf area and moved to rub the cloth against her foot before slowly moving further up.

"Higher" She ordered when you paused by her knee. You took a deep breath before continuing to smother her skin with soap.

"How old are you?" She asked once you reached mid thigh. Your eyes snapped from her thigh to her face.

"Ten and nine, my queen" You responded shakily. She smirked nodding satisfied. Your eyes snapped to her thigh when you felt her fingers touch your own, her hand slithered up like a snake until it was wrapped around your wrist, she pulled at your hand urging you to move it closer.

You obeyed and let her lead your hand. Your whole body froze, the hand holding her calf let it go making it fall back into the water with a splash, the other holding washcloth let it go into the water disappearing from sight. Your whole body shook as if you had been struck by lightening when you fingers made contact with the skin just beside her cunt.

"Be a dear and clean me...with your hand" She instructed. Your heart was beating so fast you almost suspected it had left your body and went on a ride on a dragon.

"H-How, my queen?" You asked, your cheeks felt like they were on fire.

"One finger inside, you have to clean it from the inside out" She answered. You closed your hand into a fist except your pointed finger.

Your finger skimmed over her lips trying to get her used to your touch first before you do anything. She sighed relieved, she let go of your wrist and leaned back again opening her legs in the water, knees up and heels braced against the floor.

Now with full access except sight you moved your finger up and down her slit, it was hard in the water to detect if she was wet from the bath or need. Your eyes locked with her own, purple irises darkened with lust. She bit her lip s you pushed your finger inside of her slowly.

"Like this?" You asked, feigning innocence. Your finger curled to touch her warm wall. Her head fell back slightly, eyes growing slightly heavy, it has been so long since she was touched by another being, she had only her own fingers and a fake coke made out of wood.

"More" she hissed through her teeth. You pushed a second finger in wanting to please your queen. She groaned at the feeling of a second finger inside of her cunt. Your smirked sneakily as you massaged her walls earning back breathy moans.

"You now what you are doing, do you not?" She raised her head again to look at you with a smirk of her own. You moves your fingers out of her but then pushed them all the way back inside until they were knuckles deep inside of her. Her thighs quivered with need.

"Oh yes" You giggled. One of her hands moved to knead her breast in rhythm with your thrusts. Her breathing grew more shallow aa time passed. Your thighs unconsciously began rubbing together trying to cause any kind of friction.

"Fuck" Her head fell back again. Her hips stuttered trying to move in rhythm with your hand. You moved your other hand into the water in search of her pearl and finding it easily, after all you had the same body parts as her and knew what to do.

"Oh yes fuck" She moaned loudly. One of her hands snapped around your wrist urging you to rub her clit faster. Water splashed around you two but neither of you cared. Your fingers kept moving in and out of her in a brutal pace, curling once in and uncurling once out.

"Do not stop" She cried. Her hand holding her breast snapped to your head, holding her hair in a fist needing an anchor. You moaned at the feeling of her nails digging into your skin.

"Cum, my queen" As if on command her voice grew high pitched before completely disappearing and only small gasps fell from her lips, her back arched and you felt a gush through the water pushing your fingers out of her but your movement on her clit did not pause for a second until her hand was literally pushing yours away.

"Fuck, you are good" She heaved as she came back down from her high. Her head lulled back forward, body relaxing again into the water.

"Even Aegon did not manage to make me squirt" She chuckled, shaking her head as if disappointed but the smile on her face said otherwise.

"Anything else my queen?" You asked, desperate to leave to your own room and get yourself off. The sight of her cumming on your fingers will be enough to make you cum for a century forward. You probably would never forget this day ever in your life, even when you marry and have to be fucked by some fool, you will probably touch yourself to the thought of her when he falls dead asleep by your side after failing to make you even wet let alone orgasm.

"Lie on the bed" She ordered. Your eyes widened in shock and your body tensed in shock.

"My queen?" You tilted your head to side, you looked so adorable, you reminded Visenya of a confused puppy.

"On the bed pup" She pointed with her finger on the bed. Her other hand moved out of your locks to your cheek tapping it gently to move your gaze in the direction of the bed. You stood up from the floor as if possessed and moved towards the bed.

"Undress first" Her voice made you pause a couple of steps away from the tub. With your back to her you obeyed, fingers shaking with anticipation as they reached behind you to the knot holding the laces together and undid it. Your fingers burned slightly as you scrambled to pull the laces apart and pulled your dress off and letting it pool down around your feet in a heap unlike Visenya's own dress which you had placed in the basket by the tub for it to be washed.

"Everything" Her voice snapped you out of your trance of staring at the bed. Your linen followed your dress shortly after.

"Lay belly down" You heard her moving out of the tub, water splashing with her movement. Your knees buckled beneath you but you managed to keep yourself upright and moved shakily to the bed.

The second your knee made contact with the bed a sharp slap came to your behind. You yelped shocked and looked over your shoulder to a smirking Visenya, she raised her eyebrow teasingly when your eyes met. You blushed harder at the feeling of her hand on your behind again earning another yelp.

"Come on" She pushed you gently. Your placed your hands neatly on the bed and rested your head on them, cheek resting on the back of your hand.

"I have wanted to do this from the moment your walked into my chambers months ago" Visenya leaned her body on top of yours until her breasts brushed against your back, her legs prying yours open and her lips touched your ear.

"I wonder though, why did your family send you to me as a handmaiden? What did you do to deserve such a role so unbefitting of your house? You be at least my lady in waiting" You gulped remembering your mother and father. How disgusted they were with you.

"I-I made a mistake" You whimpered. Her fingers trailed slowly up your thigh causing goosebumps to litter your skin. Her fingers skimmed the inside of your thigh and up to your wet cunt. Her finger teased up and down your slit gather your wetness. You looked at her over your shoulder to find her licking her fingers, moaning at the taste of you.

"What mistake?" She asked curiously. You sighed feeling her rub herself against you from behind, impatient to feel your touch again.

"My sister lied by telling them I was in love with a stable boy when in fact she caught me pleasuring a maid and the maid pleasuring me back" You answered. Visenya rolled off of you to face you.

"How so?" She asked curiously. You slowly sat up and rested your hands on your thighs once sat on your knees.

"Her head between my legs and mine her own" You whispered, cheeks flushing at the reminder. There was no love between you and the maid, merely a coincidence in the preference of females over males and pure pleasure.

"Show me how" She ordered eagerly. You pulled her to sit up before laying back yourself.

"Place your cunt on my face" You explained. She climbed eagerly, her knees rested on each side of your head but she did not push her cunt. You placed your hands on her thigh pushing down eager to taste her on your tongue. You never imagined a moment like this would ever happen.

She lowered herself cautious to not suffocate you. Her body froze at the feeling of your tongue licking up and down her strip, making sure she was wet. She tasted heavenly, she tasted so sweet and you can find yourself getting addicted to her taste.

You jumped when she shifted and eagerly placed a kiss o your clit, eager to return the favour already. She hummed against your hole as you prodded at her hole with your tongue. Your hands moved from her thighs up to her behind, spreading her cheeks for better access.

"Oh gods" Her words were muffled by your cunt. A moan broke through your throat at the vibrations the hot through your body with her words. You moved a finger to assist you with pleasuring her.

You pushed the finger inside of her tight hole, walls tightening around the digit. She seemed to mimic you and also pushed a finger inside of you slowly. Your hips buckled up wanted more.

"My queen" You pulled your lips away from her moaning but your finger did not stop moving in and out of her. You could feel your orgasm building already. She slurped cheekily making your throw your head back, eyes screwed shut. A cry fell from your lips as her tongue toyed with your clit.

"Cumming you warned" Crying breathlessly. Your attached your lips to her won clit wanted to return the favour. She cried against you, grinding her hips down cutting any air from reaching you. Your eyes rolled back with please, your body shaking with each wave of pleasure, your orgasm moving through your body like the waves of an angry sea.

The lack of air only served as pure pleasure for you, hips bucking up growing addicted to the overstimulation. Your hand on her behind squeezed hard wanting to keep her in place.

"Shit" Her knees shock on each side of your head as she came. She pulled away from your cunt, her hands flat on the mattress, her elbows shook with her pleasure. Her head hang as of the muscles in her neck ceased to work. Her lips let her loud cries of pleasure roll out shamelessly.

"Oh yes" She rolled back and forth riding through her orgasm. Her hips jerked away unable to take much more from you. You took huge gulps of air as she rolled to lay by your side. Both of you panting as you came down from your highs.

Although she had came after you she seemed to compose herself faster and moved off the bed. Your eyes remained on the ceiling where Visenya had tree dragons drawn on it, Balerion, Vaghar and Merexas flying side by side. You jumped at the feeling of something smooth gently touching your thigh. You looked down to find a piece of wood that resembled a male genital.

"Did you think I was done with you?" Visenya asked. She moved to pry your knees apart and settled in between on her kness.

"My queen?" Before your could finish a gasp fell from your lips as she let the tip rub up and down your slit.

"My queen, nothing more than a tongue or fingers has been inside of me" You warned somewhat afraid. Her eyes snapped up to look at you noticing your reaction.

"You mean I get to defile you? I get to take your maidenhead?" She smirked. She leaned down and to your surprise claim your lips into a searing kiss. Your eyes rolled back at the taste of yourself on her tongue that pushed through your lips and into your mouth.

Your hands grabbed at her sides feeling her ups. You were terrified of having a cock inside of you but she was so gentle, she was so nice to you. Her lips were so soft, the orgasm she pulled out of you was mind blowing.

"If you allow me I will be very gentle" She promised against your lips. You were panting almost like a dog. Her hand moved up and down your side trying to calm you down.

"Only if you hold me close" You whimpered when she rubbed the toy against you again.

"Alright" She braced herself on top you. Her eyes never leaving yours as she slowly pushed the fake cock inside of you. Your eyes widened and your mouth fell in a silent scream.

"Shhh shhh, dear one" She whispered so gently. She leaned down to kiss your forehead, showing her pride, she was ver proud of you.

"My brave girl, taking a cock so well" You whined at her words, hips bucking up. She smirked moving to pull the cock all the way out and moved back on her hinges. She held it up showing you your blood coating the wood.

"All done" She kissed the tip of the cock before pushing it back inside of you. Your eyes darkened at the sight of your of maidenhead's blood on her lips. Her tongue darted out to lick it before going back inside of her mouth. She moaned at the metallic taste mixed with your arousal.

"Good girl" She praised. She pulled and pushed the cock, in and out. Your back arched off the bed when she pushed it in a certain angle. She smirked at your reaction. She placed her hand flat on your stomach to push you back down.

"Oh please" You cried feeling your body burning from the inside out. Her hand slid down to your lower belly and pushed down carefully.

"Gods!" Your literally screamed. She laughed at your reaction and resumed to put pressure on the area for a couple more minutes before hand resumed its journey down to touch your pearl.

"Please ... please .... please .... more" You begged. Your heart was soaring. Eyes closed in pure ecstasy. You can die like this fully satisfied with her touching you like this. You were ready to be here slave, what were you thinking? You already were her slave.

"Open your eyes" She demanded. You did as told to find her back on top of you.

"Cum for me" She ordered. The cock moved in and out of you at an impossible rhythm, she was an expert from doing this on herself. Her hand on your clit sadly had moved to hold her weight up.

"Touch your clit" She whispered. One of your hands trailed down to do as ordered. Unable to hold yourself anymore your other moved to grope her breast. She whined a little but not more, her smirk widened at the sight of the hunger in your eyes.

"Want to suckle on my breast as you cum?" She asked. Your eyes widened in shock, body growing wetter at the idea.

"Yes, please y queen" You moaned. She moved higher up giving you her breast. Your lips latched faster than she can comprehend.

"Fuck" She cried as your sucked. Your hips stuttered in total shock as your orgasm came crashing down on you, your fingers worked your clit furiously prolong the pleasure. Visenya moved the cock out of your cunt and moved it to rub her own hole, smearing your wetness on herself.

"I am going to fuck myself with the cock now and if you dare to stop sucking my breast I will punish you, is that understood sweet girl?" She asked, pulling away to look down at you. you hand moved away from your clit and you pulled it up to push your fingers inside of your mouth and sucked them clean before pulling them out.

"I seem to be in desperate need to suck on something my queen, my fingers did not suffice" You smirked as your words. She chuckled and leaned down to kiss your lips, sucking on your tongue.

"Good" She held her breast in her hand over your lips and you opened them welcoming her in happily. She moaned as she pushed the cock inside of herself slowly.

"Fucking gods" She moaned. Fuck Aegon, fuck Rhaenys, they can keep fucking each other, you were not even the one pleasuring her hole but it felt a million times better than when Aegon did try to pleasure her.

"So good" She babbled on to of you furiously pushing the cock in and our, eager to cum, eager to feel pleasure, she had grown so very turned on at the sight of you cumming.

Visenya made her decision right and there as your tongue circled her nipple to not leave her room for the next decade or so, to keep fucking you with no pause, a feat women had unlike men, to fuck you on each and ever surface.

Her chest heaved as her orgasm approached. She grew warmer and warmer as images filled her head of you bent over her desk and her pleasuring you with her fingers or maybe the cock, or even if she were to find a cock that she can attach to herself somehow and fuck you like a man would, thrusting in and out of you.

"I am cumming" She whimpered. Your suckling grew harsher helping her grow closer and closer.

Then she would fuck you on her balcony when Aegon would come to visit Dragonstone to see her and Maegor, his own flesh and blood. Maybe even make him join you two although their relationship was not the best lately. She will make him sit down and watch as you ate her cunt and then she ate yours. refusing him her, your and his own touch until he burst in his trousers like some teenager.

"Fucking hells" She cried as her walls clenched around the cock, cumming so intensely white was all she could see for a hot minute.

Then she would make you kneel in front of her as she leaned against the wall and make you pleasure her with your mouth and fingers. She had so many ideas she wanted to live with you through, so many pleasures to explore, maybe even in the bath, rubbing your cunts on one another, making your pearls meet until continuation.

"That was amazing"

"Yes it was my queen"

Taglist: @papichulo120627 @melaena-the-reborn @seulbeomie

[amisa-k]

visenya targaryen x fem!reader

visenya is strict and tough. even her beauty is harsh. there are only a few people who have seen her smile, and not so often. but when you are alone, she does not spare a smile for you.

her strong arms, used to holding a sword, rest on your waist as you sit on her lap. visenya kisses your neck wetly but tenderly, leaving no marks. her hot breath tickles your skin and if you weren't sitting on her lap, you probably wouldn't be able to stay on your feet. you dig your fingers into her shoulders, trying to hold yourself in place and pull her closer at the same time. she lightly bites your neck - where the pulse beats - and you let out a ragged sigh. one of her hands moves from your waist to your chest. she covers it with her palm and squeezes it lightly and when her fingers rub your nipple through the fabric of the dress you can't help but moan.

there is a knock on the door and you shudder from surprise, and visenya reluctantly raises her head and looks at you.

- it must be something important, because I ordered no one to disturb us. later we will continue where we took a pause.

you feel how tightly the knot in your stomach twists from her gentle but commanding tone. disappointment fills you, but you know that she will return and compensate for everything tenfold.