#aegon the crown prince

[sarcasticsweetlara]

Aenys I Targaryen was sadly really short-sighted

If Aenys had been wiser and seen things as they were, how things played out between his brother and aunt with him, and his children and wife, would have been completely different.

Dragonstone belonged to Maegor, even if Maegor was a second son he was the firstborn son of Queen Visenya - one of the Conquerors - as well as the son of the first sister-wife of Aegon I The Conqueror. The Conqueror's marriage with Rhaenys had been considered valid due to them marrying before the Conquest in a Valyrian wedding before converting, as well as using their dragons.

If Aenys really wanted to give his son's claim more legitimacy then:

First, Aenys should have given his son Aegon a keep of his own in the West, as it seemed that is where Aegon had most of his support, as well as a small castle in Driftmark, in any case they would need the royal presence on the island as the Velaryons had a lot of connections to the Targaryens as Alyssa Velaryon had Targaryen blood on both sides of her parents as her father Aethan had a Targaryen mother; that way Aenys would not have messed with Maegor's inheritance and Visenya would not have felt humiliated; and also send Aegon on more tourneys and missions so the common folk could have seen Aegon was actually strong, engaged with them, and decisive.

Second, Aenys should have not given Blackfyre to Maegor, he should have given it to Aegon, and given another sword of Valyrian Steel to Maegor, giving Blackfyre to Maegor just made people think Aenys was weak and that Maegor was the real heir to the Iron Throne, giving his claim validity which Maegor used after Aenys' death to ask for a combat trial in which he proves his worth as king.

Third, rather than a journey in which Aegon and Rhaena were without their dragons, Aenys should have seen the discontent coming and allowed Rhaena to bring Dreamfyre and use Quicksilver to create the Doctrine of Exceptionalism earlier.

[sarcasticsweetlara]

One underrated platonic couple.

Aegon the Uncrowned and Rhaena the Queen in the West/East are the monarchs we should have had

They may not have loved each other the same way their siblings, parents, and their grandparents and grand-aunt loved each other but they were still each other's ride or die.

Aegon wanted to fight for what belonged to Rhaena and him and Rhaena always cared for and tried to protect Aegon.

“Given the traditions and practices of House Targaryen, a match between his two eldest children must have seemed the obvious course to King Aenys. The affection between Rhaena and Aegon was well-known, and neither raised any objection to the marriage… …The storm that greeted the king’s announcement took them all by surprise, though the warning signs had been plain enough for those with the wit to read them. The Faitn had condoned, or at the very least ignored, the marriage of the Conqueror and his sisters, but it was not willing to do the same for their grandchildren.”

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Let Everyone Hear

king!aegon x niece!wife!reader 

Combined Anon Requests - this is our group effort to bring you our beloved king egg 

Summary: A look into what an average day is like being married to Aegon. Nothing and nowhere is off limits as you both let your pleasure guide you around the city and Keep. 

Warnings: 18+ swearing, drinking, masturbation(m+f), face riding, oral(f+m), fingering, public - more often than not :), exhibitionism, p in v, daddy kink but not super prominent, spanking, breeding kink like a touch

Authors Note: they match each other freak so yeah this is filthy ! - also sorry this took me so long but i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it 🤗💞

Word Count: 4.3k

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You knew from the moment you saw Aegon stroking his cock out his window when you two were teens this marriage would be anything but normal. He spotted you and waved and you looked away before running into the Keep. When you started up the stairs he stopped you and spouted some half apology before leading you through the halls. The things that came out of his mouth sent a furious blush to your face and left a warmth between your legs. 

You listened to everything he said and when he offered to show you pleasure you were sure your cheeks were on fire. He simply kissed your lips and scooted you into your chambers saying he would see you later. Your mother assured you it would be fine and your handmaidens would gossip and giggle with you about everything they knew of pleasure. 

Aegon was sure he scared you off but he couldn’t help himself. The second he found out you two were betrothed he thanked Gods for blessing him. He slowly coaxed you to open up to him and to his surprise, the week before you wed you asked him to take you to a pleasure house and after that night you became more of a pleasure feind than him.

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Every morning you and Aegon have the same routine. Whoever wakes up first fills the empty wine glasses on the side table and then wakes the other. This morning Aegon wakes first and pours overflowing cups before pulling the blankets down your body. He trails his hand up your body and leans down and takes your lips. 

“Wake up.” he presses his lips across your face as you softly groan and reach around. 

“Mm,” you whine. “Where’s your cock?” you grab his face and work down from there. 

“No cheating.” he chuckles and gets back into bed. 

“Why can’t we just change it to touching each other?” you roll over and open your eyes to watch him stroke himself. 

“You just wanna change it because you keep losing.” he’s already jerking his hips up. 

“Well you’re cheating now.” you push his hand away before bringing your hand between your thighs. “You're not making it fair.” your words are already breathy as you circle your bud. 

“Tell me when you want me to start. I don’t mind watching you play with your little cunny.” he grins and props himself up to watch your movements. He watches you dip two fingers into your core and turn to him with lidded eyes. 

“Aegon,” you whine, bucking your hips up. 

“You keep crying my name like that and I’ll come without even touching my cock.” he chuckles at your sigh. 

“Then go.” he watches you speed up your fingers and he grabs his cock once more. “Fuck,” he hisses as he starts to fist himself quickly. 

“Yes,” you whimper, bringing your other hand down to circle your bud. “Mm,” you turn and look at Aegon who is staring at your hands and with a low groan his come is coating his hands already. 

“I win.” he pants, slowly stroking himself. 

“Yeah but you come if I even look in your direction.” you purse your lips as he pulls your hands away. 

“Well I want my prize now.” he smirks and starts pulling you on top of him. “Sit on my face. Let’s go. Your King is getting impatient.” he smacks your ass causing you to jolt forward. 

“Do not start with the ‘Your King’ stuff this early.” you settle your knees on either side of his face and look down at him. 

“Mm, but your King treats you so well in the morning.” he licks up your slit and you bite your lip to hold back your moans. “Don’t you dare keep your sounds from me.” he spanks you once more. “You say you lose every morning like it’s some punishment to come on my face before you start your day.” he shakes his head and pulls your hips down to his mouth.

His mouth encases your bud and he quickly flicks his tongue against it. You start to rock your hips against him and he moans looking up at you playing with your nipples. He lets out a frustrated groan as you continue to keep your mouth shut and pulls you down even closer. “Aegon,” it's soft but he heard it and it spurs him on even more. 

He lifts your hips up and slams two fingers into you causing you to fall forward onto the headboard. He chuckles when your wetness coats his hand and he lifts up to start licking at your bud once more. “Fuck, my King.” he pushes his fingers in even faster making the only sound in your shared chambers your wetness and soft moans. 

“Yes, I’m- mm, Aegon,” you pant before falling apart on his face. He slowly pulls his fingers out of you watching your grip loosen on the wooden headboard. “I don’t think it’s a punishment,” you look down at him with lidded eyes. “I just really like sucking your cock.” you pout, getting off his face and collapsing back into bed. 

“I will never tell you no.” he pulls you to his lips. 

“Get me my wine.” you mumble against him.

“Of course, my Queen.” he hands you your glass. “You think I can lick your cunny again?” he starts to scoot down the bed. 

“You have a council meeting.” you brush your fingers through his hair. 

“We have a council meeting.” he corrects and leans into your hand. 

“My Gods must you drag me with?” you drain your cup and let it fall to the floor. 

“It’s our duty.” he pulls your legs over his shoulders. 

“It’s your duty.” you glare down at him. 

“But I like when you come with me.” he kisses the side of your thigh. “Please?” he pouts. “Please?” he kisses your bud. 

“Fine.” you sigh and he pulls you against his mouth once more making sure you’re fully satisfied to get through this meeting. 

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You’re sitting with your head in your hands as some Lord on Aegon's council drones on. Aegon has your chair pulled directly next to his and his hand is gripped tightly onto your thigh. He spins the marble ball on the wood and sighs before motioning for the man to get to the point. You push yourself back in your chair and look up at the ceiling sighing. 

“Might you get me some wine?” you turn to Aegon with a soft pout. 

“Yes of course.” he scrapes his chair against the stone and walks to the table with the wine. He pours the cup and walks it back to you and you look up at him with a smile. “Thank you, daddy.” you accept the cup knowing you’re soon to get what you want. You smile when he freezes before he takes his seat again. 

“Come here.” he says lowly and you turn to him tilting your head. 

“I’m right here.” you whisper back. 

“If you’re gonna call me daddy you’re gonna sit in my lap.” he hums content when a small flush rises to your cheeks. Your chair is next to scrape against the stone as you stand and he pulls you onto his lap. “That's my good girl.” he settles his hands on your waist. “Continue.” he gestures to his council who is all staring down at the table. 

You squirm in his lap as he starts to pull up your skirts. His rings send shivers down your spine as his fingers sliding up your thighs. You have no care for the councilors at the table when a small whine escapes when his fingers find your wetness. You lean against the table as he starts to play with your cunny. You hear a Lord stutter over his words as Aegon lifts you and fully bends you over the table. 

“Go wait in the hall.” he waves his hand and everyone is shuffling down the stairs and shutting the door quickly. “Or would you have preferred an audience?” he pushes his chair back and lifts your skirts. 

“Anything you want. I just need your cock now.” you look over your shoulder at him. He’s quickly unlacing his trousers and fisting his cock before sliding his tip around your wetness. He slowly pushes in and groans at the warmth. “Thank you.” you whine, clawing at the wood. 

“My sister might hate me but she birthed you just for me. I think you were made just for my cock, you take it so fucking well.” he grunts before he starts slamming into you. “Hugging daddy’s cock so nicely.” he leans over you pressing you against the table. 

“Mm,” you whine as your cheek is squished against the table. “More, more, faster,” he chuckles at your pleas and starts to pound into you. 

“You know they’re all out there listening to this cunny getting fucked by me?” he pulls your hair and lifts your head letting your moans begin to echo off the walls. “Say ‘thank you, daddy, my King.’ Let them hear.” he grunts feeling you squeeze around him. 

“Tha- Aegon,” you squeak and his palm lands on your ass harshly. 

“That’s not what I said.” he grits through his teeth. 

“Thank you,” you pant breathlessly. “Thank you, daddy.” you whine as your pleasure is about to snap. “My-my King, thank you,” you gasp and let your head fall to the table as you come around him. 

“That’s my good girl.” he smirks and hammers into you. “Gonna fill this cunny and call them back in here. They’ll all know you’re leaking with my seed.” he smacks your ass once more before he fills you. 

“Thank you.” you hum as he slowly pulls out. “Thank you.” you whine when he pulls down your skirts and pulls you back and you both claim his seat once more. You’re perched on his lap with flushed cheeks as you bring your wine to your mouth. 

“Come,” he calls loudly to the door. “Let’s finish this meeting.” Aegon smiles as the door groans open. The councilors filter back in and take their seats once more. They avoid looking anywhere but at the marble ball in front of them as the meeting continues to drag on. 

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Aegon has come up with ten different ways you both could sneak out of the dining hall to avoid hearing all of the petitions. At every exit you both try a guard comes around the corner and escorts you back into the hall. You both drag your feet as you’re both next escorted to the throne room. You take your place beside your grandfather and watch as Aegon climbs the steps to the throne. A guard walks to open the doors but Aegon raises his hand to stop him. 

“I’d like you up here with me.” Aegon nods to you. 

“She will remain here. Open the doors.” your grandfather says to the guard. 

“She will come up here or we will hear no petitions.” you bite your lip at his tone. “Let’s go.” he waves at you. 

You hear your grandfather groan as you start to walk up the stairs to him. Your eyes trail over him and stop on his smirk. Not that you don’t mind his slight messiness, but the way he looks when he’s on the throne just does something to you. His hair is somehow perfectly settled when they place the crown on his brow. His clothes somehow lose the wrinkles and become more vibrant. A King. Your King. Your husband. 

“Where would you like me to sit, my King?” he groans at your soft tone. 

“Right here.” he spreads his legs and nods to the stone between them. He holds his hand out for yours and turns you and helps you settle. “You are truly perfect.” he rests his hands on your shoulders and slowly slides them up to your neck. “Open the doors.” he calls down and his guard pushes the doors open. 

The common folk trickle into the hall you lean back into Aegon as he softly strokes his thumbs on your neck. You lean your head back to look up at him and he brings his thumb up to trace your lips. He glances up watching as people begin to take their place and watch as he slips his thumb in your mouth. 

You let your eyes flutter shut as you brush your tongue against the pad of his digit. He slowly pulls his finger out and traces your lips once more before tilting your head up to look down upon your subjects. You catch a couple men staring at you with dark eyes and you smile offering them a small wave. You chuckle when you feel Aegon's hand tighten on the back of your neck.

“I’ll hear the first petition.” you shiver at his voice. 

A man staggers up to the bottom of the steps and you feel Aegon lean over you. He greets him and you let your mind wander to him using that voice on you. He might not like his duties but when he sits the throne it’s as if all those feelings left him and a King takes over. He hears dozens of petitions and you slowly lean back between his legs, growing bored. 

“I have a petition of my own.” you whisper up at him and he grins down at you. 

“Tell your King what you need of him.” he turns all his attention to you. 

“I wish to suck on your cock, my King. I need it terribly.” you softly whine. “I don’t think I’ll survive if I can’t have your seed.” you slowly start to turn and kneel. 

“Just a couple more petitions.” he cups your jaw. “Then I’ll stuff you full.” a whimper falls from your lips. 

“Thank you, my King. You are so generous.” you grab onto his thighs. “I wish to serve you in any way I can.” his eyes darken. 

“Continue with the petitions.” Aegon’s voice rings throughout the hall. 

A couple more petitions have turned into well over two hours. You’re ready to curl up on the ground and take a nap if you must hear anymore. You’re thanking the Gods when your grandfather says that’s enough for one day and everyone begins to shuffle out. You turn back around and grab onto Aegon’s trousers having no care for the lingering bodies. You know once you start they’ll leave with more purpose. 

“What can your King do for you?” he looks down at you and grabs your jaw. 

“I’ve been deprived, my King.” you push your bottom lip out and he smirks. 

“What have you been deprived of?” he grabs your hands reaching for the laces on his trousers. 

“Cock.” he chuckles at your word. “It’s been so long I’m sure my maidenhead is back intact.” you whine. 

“And you offer me your maidenhead?” he pulls you up onto his lap. 

“Yes.” you nod scooting closer on his lap. “Fill me with your seed and I’ll carry your heirs if you’d like.” he digs his fingers into your hips. Your lips crash down to his and he starts to lift your skirts. “Gods Aegon you’re so handsome like this.” you pull back and take him in. 

“You always get so worked up when I put this piece of metal on.” he chuckles, watching you shove your hand down his trousers. “Then ride your King's cock as he sits his throne.” he sits back and watches you with a lazy smile. 

He has your skirts pushed up to your waist smiling that you’re bare underneath as always. He watches you hump against his trousers as you stroke his cock. You let out small whimpers and free him from his trousers. You hold onto one of his shoulders as you like him up with your aching cunny and sit down on his cock in one motion. You place your other hand on his shoulder and start to rock against him. 

“Your cock stretches me so perfectly.” you start to bounce up and down. He reaches up and pulls down the front of your gown exposing your breasts to him. He watches them move with you as you quicken your movements. He reaches up and grabs at the tender flesh and you toss your head back moaning loudly. “Yes, my King.” you grind against him feverishly searching for your pleasure. 

“Look at you fucking yourself against me.” he chuckles pinching your nipples. “Showing your King how devoted you are.” his hands slide back down to your waist and pull you against him. 

“I’ll do anything you ask,” you pant. “Please,” he grabs your hips and hammers up into you. “Yes, I’m-“ a scream rips from your throat. 

“Fuck your cunny feels so good hugging my cock.” he grunts hearing your wetness and the sounds of skin on skin echo throughout the hall. “Squeezing the seed out of my cock on the same throne your child will sit.” he chuckles, snapping his hips up into you.

“Gods Aegon.” you rest your head on his neck.”Yes, fuck yes, please,” he grinds you back down to him, rocking his hips with yours.

“Gonna walk you all the way to supper with my come sliding down your thighs.” he chuckles as you pulse around him again. He slams you down to him as he fills you, holding you closely. 

“Thank you, Your Grace.” you whine as he softly jerks his hips up. 

“Don’t hesitate to come to me if you need anything else.” he pulls your head back and presses his lips to yours. “I’m here to be of service to you.” he mumbles against your lips. 

“Take me to the dining hall and get me more wine.” he laughs into your mouth and lifts you off of him. 

“Of course, my Queen.” he adjusts your seats and pulls you down the stairs.

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After two bottles of wine you and Aegon are left giggling at the table. You’re leaning against him as the table is cleared and you both begin to make your way back to your chambers. He pushes the door open and presses you against it once you’re inside. You reach up for his lips but he presses you back. 

“Let’s go out.” he searches your eyes. 

“Yes.” your eyes darken and you start to pull him over to your wardrobe. 

You pull each other's clothes off, getting distracted to stop and touch and kiss each other. Eventually you both dress and leave out through your chambers once more. Both of you are grabby as you make your way out through the main doors. Once outside of the Keep your mouths mold together. 

“Where should we go?” Aegon fists the back of your gown. 

“Anywhere as long as I can suck your cock when we get there.” you grab onto the front of his trousers and he smirks. 

He tugs you down the steps and you both push into the crowds. He leads you down the alleys and you smile when he pulls you in front of your favorite pleasure house. You pull him towards the bar and soon after he’s pulling you over to a couch. The second he’s on the couch you're palming him over his trousers. 

“Just quick.” you plead. 

He nods at you with a smirk as he brings his drink to his lips. He groans as you pull out his cock and suck the tip into your mouth. Gods you always suck at him so desperately. You place open mouth kisses down the length of him before taking him back in your mouth and lashing your tongue against his leaking tip. 

“Fuck.” he brushes your hair to the side. “You keep doing that I’m not gonna last.” 

You take him to the back of your throat and he groans, digging his fingers into your hair. He starts to move you up and down and you hum letting him control your movements. His hips start to jerk up as his pleasure approaches. Spit is trailing out the side of your mouth and he curses as you suction your cheeks around him. 

“Just like that.” he groans, moving your head faster. You hum around him as you feel him start to coat your mouth. You pull back to just his tip and suck watching his legs start to shake. “That’s enough.” he pulls your head off and you sit back with a wet face and a wide smile. 

“Gods I love your cock so much.” you help him adjust his trousers before getting up to get another drink. As you lean against the wood of the bar you feel him press into you. “Aegon.” you chuckle as he grabs your breasts. 

“Let me play with your cunny.” he kicks your legs apart. “The barkeep won’t get to you for some time.” he moves his hands to start lifting your skirts. 

“I want to drink.” your words still come out breathy. 

“Get your drink while my fingers- 

“What can I get you?” the barkeep approaches with a smile.

Aegon orders for the both of you right when his fingers slip through your wetness. He chuckles listening to your soft whimpers as you press your forehead against the sticky surface. The drinks are dropped off and he watches you slowly lift up and bring the cup to your mouth. You swallow down the contents not caring for the bit of it that spilled down the sides of your mouth.

“Take me home.” you push back into his hand. 

“We just got here.” he chuckles, slowly pushing a finger into you. 

“I wanna fuck you in bed all night.” you gasp when his thumb brushes against your bud as he slips another finger into you. “Please,” you beg. 

“So you can suck my cock in front of everyone but I can’t fuck you in front of everyone?” he whispers in your ear. 

“Fuck me closer to the Keep. I don’t wanna stop once we start.” you bite your lip as he starts to pound his fingers into you. 

“Might as well let you come while we’re here.” he feels you starting to flutter around him and with one spank you’re making a mess on his fingers. “Then let’s go.” he presses a couple coins onto the wood where you were just laying and leads you out onto the streets. 

“Let’s fuck all day tomorrow. No meetings. No petitions.” you shake your head and he turns to you with a smile. 

“We fucked all day today and still did those things.” you purse your lips at him. “Or do you want to sit on my cock during those things? Your King can’t very well abandon his people.” you groan. 

“Aegon the Magnanimous indeed.” you roll your eyes and he pulls you closer. 

You both continue through the streets with wandering hands and whispered words of what’s to come once you're in your chambers once more. The main gates come into view and you race each other through. A laugh is ripped from you as Aegon trips on a step and is brought down upon the stone. You try to help him up but you’re too busy laughing. He purses his lips and pulls you on top of him. 

“This is close enough to our chambers.” his hand buries into your hair and tilts your mouth to his, silencing your giggles. “I’m taking you on the steps and I don’t care.” 

“How generous of you to give your celibate guards a show.” you start to lift your skirts. 

“It’s not for them.” he frees his cock and pulls you further up on his lap. “This is for me.” he lines himself up and sheaths himself inside of you. “Let everyone hear how desperate you are for my cock.” he snaps his hips up into you.

“Yes,” you gasp. “Just like that Aeg,” you bury your head into his neck. 

“No, no, no,” he pulls your hair, removing you from his neck. “Let everyone hear you, my Queen.” he chuckles at the loud moan that greets his ears. 

“Harder.” you whine and his fingers dig into your hips as he slams himself up into you. “Yes, yes, oh Gods please.” you grab your breasts above you groan and he watches you with dark eyes. 

“Already squeezing me so tightly.” he chuckles, feeling your pleasure seep out of you onto his trousers. 

He listens to your babbling as he hammers up into you chasing his own pleasure. You’re practically limp in his arms as he moves you against his cock. When you toss your head back he smiles seeing some of the guards watch before averting their eyes. You fall apart once more as he fills you, pulling your lips back down to his. He slowly lifts you off his cock and you roll over to lay on the stairs. 

“Lets go to our chambers.” he stands and offers you his hand. 

“Thank you, my King.” your words still breathy as he pulls you up and leads you back into the Keep. 

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calling aegon daddy in this has me writing a single dad aegon fic rn 🤭 and why am i kind of obsessed 

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MATT SMITH CASUALLY SERVING US SUGAR DADDY VIBESSS 💸NOW THE REAL QUESTION IS WHERE DO I SIGN UP ??🫢

[daemon-is-perfectly-unhinged]

Rhaegar: You can’t beat me, Hightower. You worked your way into this world, but I? I was born into it. I breathe it.

[sarcasticsweetlara]

Aegon the Uncrowned (the actual Aegon II) was the one sibling Rhaena felt truly connected to.

Rhaena may have loved Larissa, Alayne and Elissa at different times but Aegon was her brother, it may not have been the same but Rhaena still loved and cared for Aegon immensely.

Aegon was Rhaena's platonic ever-lasting love.

Rhaena i Targaryen series: sister-wife to Aegon the Uncrowned

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[nerajaana]

ARYA STARK VALENTINE’S DAY CHALLENGE

|| Day Three: Headcanon ||

306 A.C- Prince Aegon, son of the disinherited Hand of the King Rhaegar chose to marry not his sister but his half brother Jon Waters and his lady cousin, the she wolf of Winterfell, Arya Stark who’s said to resemble her aunt Lyanna Stark to an uncanny degree leaving the Seven Kingdoms shocked beyond measure.

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[sarcasticsweetlara]

The second rider of Quicksilver.

A brave and smart man who cares for his family and protected them and was by far better than his father and uncle.

Aegon was steadfast, stubborn and fair, the Prince of Dragonstone and pride and joy of his parents.

And most importantly, Aegon the Prince of Dragonstone is the real Aegon Second of his Name.

TARGARYEN NOVEMBER @fireandbloodsource | DAY 25 | THE KING THAT NEVER WAS:  Aegon Targaryen, also known as Aegon the Uncrowned, was the son of Aenys Targaryen, but possessed none of his fathers weaknesses. When his father died, his mother, Alyssa Velaryon, declared him King - but the throne was usurped by his uncle, Maegor Targaryen. The later killed Aegon at the battle Beneath Gods Eye.

[homo-nouveau]

aegon is literally like a creature hiding under your bed, a nightmare you can't shake, he's crouched in the corner of your room with void like eyes and some of you desperately feel the need to justify his horrors when he is his horrors he's made up of them and he's a fascinating character for it

[sarcasticsweetlara]

The Crowns of Aegon Prince of Dragonstone and Rhaena, and their legacy

Aegon had been celebrated as Prince of Dragonstone when it was announced by his father Aenys he would be king.

Unlike Aenys, Aegon was way braver than him and travelled around Westeros to see his people, it may have taken him a while to claim a dragon but we can not say Aegon lacked courage.

Aegon was willing to fight for what his grandfather created and what his father would give to him.

Far more charismatic than Rhaena, but willing to respect her and show she was and would always be his queen.

Rhaena is usually accounted as a Queen due to her sworn vow to her youngest brother Jaehaerys as a Queen Dowager, and everyone in history recognizes Aegon the Uncrowned as the rightful heir despite having been usurped.

Rhaena recognized her brother-husband Aegon as the king as well, and of her three husbands Aegon was the only one she truly loved.

Rhaena in the beginning had to deject her own claim and that of her daughters but she still wanted them to be recognized.

The world didn't get them to actually rule, but Rhaena and Aegon were the King and Queen Westeros deserved and didn't get.

It wouldn't surprise me as well if Rhaena kept using her crown years later as the Queen Dowager of her brother Aegon as a homage to the love of her life and king Aegon the Uncrowned Prince of Dragonstone and Second of his Name.

Rhaena wanted to be recognized as queen by Aegon's side and then by her own merit.

I would imagine for Rhaena to give her crown to Rhaella, and Rhaella to make a hallow that is given to blessed people.

[godseyeaemond]

the longer we wait for a daeron announcement the more i mourn him not being in season one. ya the main beef is between the two eldest sons from both sides but daeron is jace’s age and i think that could have been soo fun. jace could have had an equal little rival in the training yard and even the dragon pit. instead of just hearing that aegon has mastery of sunfyre, we could see daeron have more control of Tessarion than jace with vermax (i also think watching his little brother w his cradle egg dragon would have been more upsetting/motivating to aemond)

[mondstaub1]

fanfiction idea

In a world where Rheagar wins the rebellion a 10 year old Samwell goes to court with his family to seleprate the betrothal berween prince Jaeharys and princess Daenerys. Once their are there he gets bullied by other nobles and sweet as he is, Samwell can't defend himself. Till litte Jon (aka prince Jaeherys) steps up with sword in hand and a Direwolf by his side telling the rude nobles to pound sand. Samwell panics but Jae is so chill.

Years later when Sams a-hole dad wants to send him to the wall he writes to Jaeherys in panic and fear and the prince arrives the next day atop his dragon Rhaegal. Jaeherys in his no nonsense, straight forward way sits the family down and makes it clear that no one is sending Sam to the wall. Instead he offers (more or less forcefully) Sam a place at Dragonstone which he resives after hatching the Dragons together with Daenerys. The prince spends the entire time praising Sam while ghost bears his teeth ever time Rendel Tarly so much as breaths too loudly.

In the end Lord Tarly has no choice but let Sam go since Jaeherys won't take a no for an answer and so Sam ends up the Maester at Dragonstone. Caring for his dear friend, the princess and their many children for many years.

[lizzyiii]

Hello, I would like to make an obscene yandere request to Aemond Targaryen for a cousin who is a Helen of Troy, she never met her cousins ​​and Gwayne locked her in the lighthouse because the children in Antigua have already declared duels and fights for her, please

“Alexa play Angel by Massive Attack.”

A Beauty Too Tempting

pairing | aemond x cousin!reader word count | 5.4k summary | when aemond targaryen learns of his cousin—a beauty so captivating that men are willing to die for you—he becomes dangerously obsessed, determined to claim you for himself. tags | 18+ MDNI! smut, p in v, slight dubcon, fingering, oral sex (f) receiving, possessive sex, rough sex, virginity kink, breeding kink, obsession, dirty talk, no description for reader, creampie, religious guilt, guys this was crazzzyyy, yandere aemond, delusional aemond, obsessive aemond. a/n | this was such an interesting and creative prompt, damnnnn. also I think this might be the best smut I've ever written. KEEP BOTH HANDS ON THE PHONE (NOT PROOFREAD)

likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated ✨

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Aemond had finally ascended.

His reckless, wine-soaked brother was a shadow of the past, burnt and broken beyond repair. Though the Seven Kingdoms still called him “Prince Regent,” Aemond knew he held the true power of a king—and wielded the might of a dragon unmatched in all the realm.

He was Prince Regent, yes, but also the rider of Vhagar, the Queen of Dragons, the slayer of Daemon Targaryen, the butcher of his treacherous half-sister and her rabble of bastards.

At God’s Eye, he had cast Daemon down, wresting from him the title of warrior to which he clung so stubbornly. And when Alys Strong’s deceit led him astray, she too had met the edge of his blade, her charms and false promises extinguished in the cold stone of Harrenhal’s dungeons. Now, what was left of his family was but the bones of the house.

Only his mother and his niece remained, the ones bound by duty and blood. Helaena, broken by grief and driven mad with sorrow, had thrown herself from her chamber balcony, finding an end that her shattered mind had long sought. Aegon, the crown’s fool, lay in a stupor of smoke and agony, burned and nearly lifeless after his fall from Moondancer’s flames.

But Aemond ruled now—his alone was the realm’s rightful power. The Seven Kingdoms were his to bend, as was his every desire. He had broken his betrothal to the Baratheon girl without a second thought; a warlord and dragonrider of his stature deserved a bride worthy of his legend. He was the last dragon of House Targaryen, and his queen would be a beauty revered, one whose grace and purity might rival the Maiden herself.

And that was when Aemond first heard of you.

Fleeting whispers had reached him from Oldtown, speaking of his uncle Gwayne’s daughter—a maiden so beautiful that men spoke of you as if you were touched by the gods. Tales claimed you had been cloistered away in the Watchtower’s highest chamber, veiled to protect the eyes and sanity of any man who caught sight of you.

There, concealed behind shadows and stone, you were kept far from the reach of suitors who risked life and honor in duels, each vying for even a single glimpse of your face.

Your father, Ser Gwayne Hightower, had fallen in the fires of the Dance, and your mother had died bearing you, leaving you alone in that desolate tower—an unclaimed jewel, hidden and waiting.

The thought stirred something fierce within Aemond. He would go to you, he decided. He would see this beauty so lauded, this Hightower daughter untouched by the world’s corruptions, and he would decide if you were worthy to become his Queen, his Targaryen bride. For if your beauty proved true, you would belong to him alone, bound by devotion and a loyalty owed only to the dragon and its rider.

After landing Vhagar just outside Oldtown, Aemond took a horse into the city, riding with the air of a conqueror. But even he was taken aback by the scene awaiting him. High walls surrounded the Watchtower of House Hightower, fortified and stern, yet it was the gathering outside that seized his attention.

Hundreds of men crowded the courtyard and spilled into the streets, shouting, some nearly brawling as they jostled against one another. Their voices rose in a fervent cacophony, names and cries echoing like a battle chant.

Aemond’s gaze swept over them with disdain. Fools, all of them, clamoring over the mere hope of being in your presence. As he approached the Tower’s gates, the guards lowered their spears and bowed their heads, recognizing the rider of Vhagar, the One-Eyed Prince who now held the realm in his grip.

They opened the gates without question, allowing him through to the Tower’s base, where a young servant girl waited nervously.

She kept her eyes down as she led him up the spiraling stairway to the highest chamber. But Aemond’s curiosity simmered, and his tone was sharp when he finally spoke. “Who are these men gathered outside? What madness drives them to swarm like starving wolves?”

The servant’s face went pale, but she dared to glance up briefly, voice trembling. “They’re suitors, my prince…men from every corner of the realm. Many have traveled from the Reach and the Riverlands, even as far as Dorne and the North, all to seek my lady’s hand.”

Aemond’s eye narrowed, a dark satisfaction curling at the edge of his lips. While the Dance Of Dragons had gone on, you had become something of a legend—a prize for fools and hopeful knights. But you were not for them.

“Let them scream themselves hoarse,” he murmured coldly, mostly to himself, as they reached the final stretch of the climb. His voice softened, though the weight of his words was fierce. “By nightfall, they will know she belongs to me alone.”

The servant kept her gaze down, fearful of the silent promises in his tone. They finally reached the door to the high chamber, and with a deep breath, she pushed it open, bowing as he strode past her.

As Aemond stepped inside, the air was thick with expectation, and he knew: he would let none of those suitors have you—not while he still breathed.

A figure stood near the narrow window, framed by the dim light filtering through the high stone walls. Draped in a gown as pale as starlight, a delicate veil fell over your hair and face, obscuring your features with an ethereal softness.

You looked less like a woman of flesh and blood, more like some forgotten goddess cast down from the heavens, your beauty hidden behind gauze and shadow. Almost nervously, the servant girl who had led Aemond withdrew, sparing one last, uncertain glance before closing the heavy door, leaving him alone with the lady in white.

The room was silent but for the faint rustle of fabric as the veiled woman turned, your movements graceful yet guarded. You saw him—a tall, imposing figure shrouded in the black and crimson of House Targaryen, his silver hair gleaming like the steel at his hip.

Though your vision was blurred by the veil, there was no mistaking him. Even in the isolated walls of your tower, you had heard tales of him, whispered rumors that crept into your dreams. Aemond Targaryen—the One-Eyed Kinslayer, the dragonrider who had torn through his own blood, leaving most of House Targaryen ashes in his wake.

A shiver coursed through you as you lowered your head, barely daring to meet his single, penetrating gaze. You bent your head respectfully and murmured, “Your grace.”

At the sound of your voice—soft and lilting, as if it had drifted down from the heavens—Aemond’s breath hitched, and he paused, his gaze never wavering. You sounded like the very embodiment of the myths that had reached him, a voice so pure it defied the violence that had carved his path to you.

He took slow, deliberate steps toward you, each one bringing him closer to the veiled creature he had come to claim. “I am not only your Prince Regent,” he said, his voice low, almost reverent. “I am your kin as well.”

You nodded, your lashes fluttering beneath the veil. “Of course…cousin,” you replied shyly, your voice no more than a murmur, though it reached him clearly in the silence of the chamber.

Aemond’s lips curved, a hint of satisfaction flickering across his face as he closed the distance between you. “You must know,” he continued, his tone possessive yet calm, “that I have not come all this way merely out of kinship. You are spoken of as if you were a queen in waiting…your beauty, your grace. Men would kill for a single look upon your face.”

Your cheeks warmed beneath the veil, though you dared not lift your head. The idea of such fierce, consuming attention unsettled you, yet you could not deny the pull he exerted on your senses—a dark, magnetic power that seemed to draw you closer, even as your instinct told you to step back.

“And now,” Aemond murmured, lifting a hand toward you, fingers ghosting over the edge of your veil, “it is I who have come to see if these tales hold truth. To decide if you are worthy…to stand beside me as my queen.” He let the words hang in the air, laden with meaning, with possession.

Beneath the veil, your lips parted, your heartbeat echoing in your ears. The One-Eyed Prince had not come to court or woo you like the other men clamoring below; he had come to claim you, with a certainty that brooked no refusal.

“Tell me, cousin,” he whispered, his tone heavy with dark intent, a veiled promise lying beneath each word. “Would you defy me if I named you mine?”

He drew closer, his fingers brushing against yours, sending a shiver through you as your heart hammered against your ribs. The weight of his claim felt as tangible as the stone walls around you, and in that instant, you knew defiance was a luxury that held no place here.

Before you could gather the breath to respond, Aemond’s hand rose toward your veil, his fingertips hovering just above its delicate fabric. A sense of desperation seized you, and your voice broke through the silence, raw and pleading. “Don’t! Please… I only wish to spare you.”

Aemond’s lips curved in a faint, humorless chuckle, his eye gleaming with something far more dangerous than mere amusement. “Spare me?” he murmured, as though the very idea amused him.

“You misunderstand, cousin. I do not seek to be saved.” His voice softened, yet the iron in his tone was unmistakable. “I seek only to behold my future wife.”

Your heart raced, every instinct urging you to step back, but your body seemed to betray you, rooted to the spot as Aemond reached out, his fingers grazing the edge of your veil. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted it, casting the thin fabric away and laying bare the face that had haunted his imagination.

The moment the veil fell, silence claimed the room, broken only by Aemond’s sharp intake of breath. His gaze devoured each feature of your face, sweeping over you with an intensity that bordered on reverence, as if he were drinking in the sight of a rare and coveted treasure.

He exhaled slowly, a low growl rumbling in his chest as his fingers traced a line along your cheek, his touch both possessive and tender. “Beautiful…” he breathed, his voice thick with awe and something deeper, something darker. “Far more than any tale could capture. You are… a vision.”

A flicker of fear mingled with the warmth on your cheeks, and you dared to lift your gaze to his, the intensity of his stare almost unbearable. He studied you, and you sensed it was not mere admiration that darkened his eye, but hunger—a need so consuming it seemed to radiate from him.

“From this day forward,” he murmured, his thumb brushing the line of your jaw, “you are mine. And I… I will allow no one, not even the gods, to take you from me.”

Your breath caught as Aemond’s fingers ghosted over your skin, sparking a fire that seemed to radiate through every inch of you. For a fleeting moment, your eyelids fluttered closed, helplessly savoring the sensation. But reality, sharp and undeniable, tore them open again, reminding you where you stood—and with whom.

“C-Cousin, please…” you murmured, your voice trembling as your hands pressed against the hard plane of his chest, a fragile attempt to create space. “This… this cannot be. You should not…”

The words stumbled from your lips, half-hearted at best, even as your body betrayed you, arching subtly toward him, drawn like steel to a magnet. A flush of warmth rose beneath your skin, pooling in your cheeks, and beneath the thin fabric of your gown, your nipples peaked, aching under his gaze. The rush of sensations nearly overwhelmed you, each one more intoxicating than the last.

Aemond’s lips curved in a knowing, wicked smile, his eye gleaming as he took in your struggle, your futile attempts at resistance. He leaned in closer, his face mere inches from yours, so close that his breath mingled with yours, warm and heady.

“Wrong?” he murmured, his voice a dark, velvet caress, each syllable dripping with unrestrained desire. “There is no wrong between us, cousin. Only what was always meant to be…only fate and desire.”

Your heart raced, pounding against his chest, each beat echoing the dangerous thrill of his words. His hand slipped to the nape of your neck, his touch firm and possessive, as though he could bind you to him with that single gesture. He tilted your head ever so slightly, his mouth hovering just above yours, his gaze burning with intent.

“We are bound by blood,” he whispered, his words low and fervent, “by something far stronger than any foolish notion of right or wrong.” His lips brushed the corner of your mouth, a featherlight touch that set your skin alight. “Do you not feel it, the way I do?”

You barely managed a nod, your mind clouded by the closeness, by the undeniable pull of him. With a fluid, almost predatory grace, Aemond’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you firmly against him, so close you could feel every contour of his lean frame pressing into yours.

His chest was a wall of heat, solid beneath your touch, and your breath hitched as you became all too aware of the hardness pressing insistently against your belly.

“Let me guide you,” he whispered, his mouth brushing the shell of your ear, his breath warm and laced with promise, “to pleasures beyond the realm of mortal imagination.” His voice was low, dark, each word dripping with seduction as he continued, “Yield to me, and I shall make you mine in ways the world could scarcely comprehend.”

Every syllable curled around you, dissolving your remaining resistance like morning mist. Against all sense, your body softened, your resolve unraveling beneath his spell. Aemond’s words, woven with desire and power, coaxed you toward surrender. You melted against him, instinctively seeking the warmth he offered, your heart racing as his grip on you tightened possessively.

“Cousin…” you whispered, barely a breath, a mingling of plea and prayer.

Aemond’s lips curved, and he let out a soft, almost condescending click of his tongue, a smirk flickering in his eye. “I ask for so little,” he said, his tone deceptively light before his voice softened, becoming tender, almost reverent.

“Simply allow me to reign over you, to be the master of your heart and soul. Give me your loyalty, your love, your fear… let me own you in spirit and in flesh. Do that,” he murmured, his mouth grazing your jawline, “and I will serve you, worship you, slave to your every desire.”

A tremor ran through you as his hand drifted lower, fingers grazing the swell of your breast. Your nipple pebbled instantly, a jolt of pleasure-pain shooting straight to your core. You gasped, your hips involuntarily rolling against his straining erection.

“Please... ” you whimpered, your resistance breaking in the face of such carnal temptation. ”I-I am a maiden, a child of the Seven.”

A low chuckle rumbled in Aemond's chest as he felt your delicate form yield to his touch, your body betraying its innate desire despite your protests. His fingers curled around the plump mound of your breast, kneading the soft flesh through the thin fabric of your gown.

“Child no longer,” he rasped, his thumb circling your aching nipple, coaxing it to an even harder peak. ”Maidenhood ends today, and a woman shall be born.”

With a swift tug, he ripped the laces of the front of your gown, exposing the swells of your breasts to his hungry gaze. He palmed them roughly, thumbs teasing the stiff peaks as he claimed your mouth in a searing kiss, plundering the sweetness within with his tongue.

"Mine," he growled against your lips, his hands roaming your body possessively

Your cry of shock morphed into a moan of ecstasy as Aemond's mouth ravaged yours, his dominant presence swallowing your very essence. The rough handling of your breasts sent sparks of delight coursing through your veins, your nipples throbbing in time with the pounding of your heart.

"No...no," you breathed against his lips, the words tumbling out unbidden. "This is wrong... this is sinful."

Ignoring your feeble protests, Aemond continued to explore your body with unrestrained lust. His hands roamed freely over your curves, tracing the contours of your body with a reverence usually reserved for sacred texts.

“Sinful indeed,” his voice was a husky purr against your lips. “Yet how sweetly addictive it tastes.”

His hands trailed lower, bunching your skirts to your waist to find the damp curls at the apex of your thighs. He groaned at the wetness he found there, a testament to your body's readiness for him.

“Such a delectable little cunt...” he whispered, his fingers slipping between your folds to test your readiness.

Your head fell back, exposing the vulnerable column of your throat as Aemond's skilled fingers delved deeper, stroking your slickened flesh with a confident touch. A shudder rippled through you, your hips canting upwards in desperate pursuit of more.

“P-please...” you gasped, your voice trembling with devastation. “I...I've never...”

Aemond's knowing smirk only heightened your mortification, yet it couldn't quell the inferno building inside you. Your body was aflame, craving the release only he could provide.

“I'm afraid...” you murmured though your eyes were glazed with desire.

Aemond's eye gleamed with triumph as he watched you squirm under his touch, your innocence and inexperience only fueling his desire. He pressed a finger inside you, feeling your tight walls clench around the invading digit.

“Fear not, sweet cousin,” he cooed, his voice dripping with false reassurance. “I will be gentle... at first.”

He pumped his finger slowly, savoring the exquisite sensation of your virgin passage yielding to his touch. His thumb circled your pearl, applying just enough pressure to send jolts of pleasure racing through your nerves.

“You're doing wonderfully,” he praised, his free hand sliding up your thigh to grip your hip firmly. “Now, let's see if we can't coax out that pretty little scream, hmm?”

Your mind reeled, struggling to comprehend the onslaught of sensations assaulting your senses. Aemond's fingers moved within you with a practiced ease, each thrust and twist sending waves of pleasure crashing over you.

“N-no...stop!” you managed to choke out, even as your body betrayed you, arching into his touch. “It's too much!”

Aemond's grin widened, his eye flashing with dark amusement at your futile attempts to resist. He withdrew his fingers, leaving you empty and aching for more.

“Foolish girl,” he chided, his tone dripping with condescension. ”You crave this, every bit of it. Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind doesn't.”

He seized your wrists, pinning them above your head against the window as he loomed over you, his face inches from yours. His hot breath fanned across your cheeks, carrying the scent of smoke and masculine musk.

“Now, be a good little maiden and spread your legs for me,” he commanded, his voice low and commanding. “Let me taste you.”

Your chest heaved with ragged breaths, your body thrumming with a mix of fear and exhilaration as Aemond's dominance asserted itself. Despite your reservations, a traitorous part of you yearned for the promised pleasure, your core clenching in anticipation.

"N-no...I won't...” you stammered, even as your thighs trembled, betraying your resolve. Aemond's grip on your wrists tightened, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he forced you to submit.

“Please...” the word escaped your lips before you could stop it, a plea for mercy that sounded suspiciously like a plea for more, though confusion filled you, ”Why would you wish to taste me?”

Aemond's gaze raked over your trembling form, drinking in every quiver and gasp with sadistic delight. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he spoke, his words dripping with dark promise.

"Because, my dear cousin," he purred, "I want to devour every inch of you until you forget your own name. Until all you know is my touch, my taste, my possession."

With a wicked grin, he released your wrists, only to grab your waist and throw you down upon your bed. You had no time to react before he settled between your legs, his shoulders pushing your thighs apart as he lowered his head, his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh.

Your heart raced, pounding in your ears as Aemond's words painted a vivid picture of degradation and desire. You felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly at his mercy as he positioned himself between your spread thighs.

“And then, once I've had my fill,” he continued, his tongue darting out to trace the seam of your slit, “I'll make you beg for more.”

“No...please...” your protests dissolved into a whimper as his tongue made contact with your aching sex, the wet heat of it sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

Aemond chuckled darkly at your feeble attempts to resist, the vibrations of his laughter sending shivers through your core. He increased the pressure of his tongue, lapping at your slick folds with relish, savoring the taste of your arousal.

“It's too much...I c-can't take it...” even as you spoke, your hips bucked upward, seeking more of that intoxicating sensation. Your hands flew to his head, tangling in his hair as you tried to pull him closer, to grind yourself against his questing mouth.

“You lie, sweet cousin,” he murmured against your flesh, his voice muffled but unmistakable. “You crave this, crave me. Your body sings for me, begs for my touch.”

He sucked gently on your pearl, the suction pulling a sharp cry from your lips. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place as he feasted on your cunt, his skillful tongue driving you closer to the edge with each passing moment.

“Release for me,” he commanded, his eye locking onto yours, burning with an intense, possessive hunger. “Let go and give me everything.”

Your entire being was consumed by the inferno of pleasure that Aemond ignited within you. His words, his touch, his very presence overwhelmed your senses until nothing existed beyond the coil of ecstasy winding tighter and tighter in your core.

“Ahh...oh gods...Aemond!” your cries echoed off the stone walls as you said his name for the first time and he pushed you relentlessly towards your peak. Your back arched off the bed, your nails raking down his scalp as you held him close, grinding shamelessly against his face.

“Yes...yes! Don't stop...please don't stop...” you babbled incoherently, lost to the maelstrom of sensation. And then, with a final flick of his tongue, you shattered, your release ripping through you with the force of a tidal wave.

As your climax crashed over you, Aemond drank in your essence, reveling in the taste of your release. He lapped at your spasming cunt, prolonging your pleasure until you finally went limp beneath him, panting and dazed.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction as he gazed up at your flushed face. He crawled up your body, claiming your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to plunder the sweetness of your mouth.

“Now, let us see how well you respond to other pleasures,” he murmured against your lips, his hand sliding down to cup your breast, thumbing your nipple into a stiff peak. “We have only just begun to explore the depths of your devotion.”

Your mind reeled, struggling to process the intensity of what had just transpired. Aemond's control over your body was absolute, leaving you weak and pliant in his grasp. Yet even as you trembled with aftershocks of pleasure, a thrill of anticipation coursed through you at his words.

“Other pleasure?” you managed to stammer, your voice barely above a whisper. Despite the fear that lingered, a spark of curiosity ignited within you, drawing you deeper into the unknown realm Aemond promised to show you.

“What do you mean?” you asked, your breasts heaving with each ragged breath as he fondled them. The sensation of his calloused palm against your tender flesh sent jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your core, making you ache for more.

Aemond's smile was a wicked curve of his lips as he watched your reaction, delighting in the way your body responded to his touch.

He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “I speak of the exquisite agonies of pleasure, cousin. The kind that make you scream and beg for mercy even as you crave more. The sort that leave you trembling and spent, yet yearning for the next touch, the next thrust...”

His hand slid lower, fingers tracing the juncture of your thighs before dipping into your drenched folds. He circled your sensitive pearl, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.

“Shall I show you these delights, Beloved? Shall I push you to the very brink of madness and back again, all for my own entertainment?”

A shiver ran down your spine at Aemond's words, a delicious chill that mixed with the heat building inside you. His touch was both gentle and ruthless, coaxing out responses you didn't know you possessed. Your hips bucked involuntarily as he stroked your most intimate places, seeking more friction and relief.

“Y-yes please...” you breathed, the word torn from you on a moan. Your hands came up to tangle in his long silver hair, holding him close as if to anchor yourself against the storm of sensations he unleashed.

Aemond's fingers danced across your sensitive flesh, pushing you higher and higher until you teetered on the edge of another release. Your vision blurred, your lungs burned for air, and still he teased, denying you the release you craved.

“Please...I need more,” you whined.

Aemond chuckled low in his throat, the sound sending vibrations through your quivering form. He released your pearl, his fingers trailing up your inner thigh before gripping your hip possessively.

“More, hmm?”

He leaned back, his piercing gaze drinking in every flush of color on your skin, every hitch of your breath. “Very well, cousin. Let us see how you fare against my cock.”

With a swift motion, he shed his trousers, freeing his rigid length. It stood proud and unyielding, the tip already glistening with pearly wetness. Aemond grasped your ankles, spreading your legs wide as he positioned himself between them.

Your eyes widened as Aemond revealed his manhood, the sight of it making your mouth go dry. The size and shape were intimidating, but a part of you thrilled at the prospect of being stretched so completely. You nodded, unable to find your voice as he spread your legs wider, exposing you fully to his hungry gaze.

“Are you ready to be filled, to be claimed in the most primal way possible?” He asked, his voice a husky growl.

"Yes...” you managed to whisper, your heart pounding in your chest.

Aemond's grip on your ankles tightened as he aligned himself with your entrance. The head of his cock pressed against your slick folds, and you could feel the heat radiating off him. You bit your lip, bracing yourself for the intrusion.

“Please don't hurt me,” you whispered, your voice tinged with desperation.

Aemond's expression softened slightly at your plea, though the intent in his eye remained unchanged - a fierce, almost feral hunger. He leaned down, his lips brushing your ear as he murmured, “I would never harm you, sweetling," he paused, "at least not unless you begged me to."

With that, he surged forward, his thick cock driving into your welcoming heat in one powerful stroke. Your cry echoed through the chamber as you were split open around him, your body stretching to accommodate his impressive girth.

“Fuck, you're tight,” he groaned, pausing for a moment to let her adjust. His hips flexed, pulling nearly all the way out before plunging back in, setting a relentless pace. So fucking perfect...

A sharp cry tore from your throat as Aemond's massive cock impaled you, the sudden invasion sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through your core. You arched your back, nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move within you, each thrust driving deeper and harder than the last.

"Gods...it's too much..." you panted, struggling to breathe through the intensity of the sensation. “You're so big...”

Despite the discomfort, your body seemed to mold itself to his, craving the stretch and fullness he provided. Your inner walls clenched around him, trying to draw him in even further.

“More...give me more...” you whimpered, your hips rising to meet his punishing rhythm.

Aemond grunted in satisfaction at your wanton pleas, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. The obscene slap of skin against skin filled the room, punctuated by your keening cries.

“That's it, take it all,” he growled, his hand fisting in your hair as he angled your head back. “Scream for me, let everyone hear how thoroughly I'm claiming you.”

His free hand slid between your joined bodies, finding your swollen pearl and rubbing mercilessly. The dual stimulation had you writhing beneath him, your body wound tighter than a bowstring.

"Come for me, Beloved,” Aemond demanded, his voice rough with lust. “Come on my cock like the desperate little maiden you are.”

The words fell from Aemond's lips like honeyed poison, stoking the flames of your desire until they consumed you whole. Your release crashed over you like a tidal wave, your vision blurring at the edges as ecstasy coursed through your veins.

“Yes! Oh gods, yes!” you screamed, your voice echoing off the stone walls.

Your inner muscles spasmed wildly around Aemond's pistoning cock, milking him for all he was worth. The pressure building at the base of your spine reached a fever pitch before exploding outward in a burst of pure bliss.

“Aemond!” your name was a ragged gasp as you convulsed beneath him, wave after wave of pleasure washing over you.

Aemond threw his head back with a triumphant roar as your orgasm triggered his own. His cock pulsed inside you, spilling his hot seed deep into your clencing cunt. Each jet seemed to last an eternity, marking you as his in the most primal way possible.

“Take it all,” he snarled, grinding his pelvis against yours to ensure every drop was absorbed by your eager flesh. “You're mine now, forever and always.”

As the final spurts subsided, Aemond collapsed onto you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily as he savored the aftermath of their coupling.

When Aemond's release flooded your womb, you felt a sense of profound completion wash over you. Your body went limp beneath him, utterly spent yet deeply satisfied.

“Yours...” you echoed softly, the word falling from your kiss-swollen lips in a daze. “Forever and always...”

As exhaustion tugged at you, your limbs grew heavy, and the events of the day settled over you like a warm, thick blanket. Nestled in Aemond’s arms, you felt a strange comfort, a warmth you’d scarcely known, drawing you closer into his embrace as sleep beckoned. The solid strength of him, the steady rhythm of his breathing—it was all that held you tethered as your eyes drifted shut.

“Rest now, my love,” he murmured, his voice a low, satisfied rasp, laced with a possessiveness that left no doubt of his intentions. “We have much to discuss when you’ve recovered.”

Even as you slipped into the gentle embrace of sleep, Aemond remained vigilant, his gaze never leaving you. His mind churned with plans and possibilities, already anticipating the obstacles that lay ahead. He knew that securing his claim upon you—upon both of you—would not come easily.

His arm tightened around you, a silent vow to protect, to possess, to keep you from any force that might try to tear you from him. Whatever it took, no matter the cost, you would remain his. He would allow no other fate.

A faint, triumphant smile touched his lips as he studied your sleeping face, taking in the softness of your features, the way your hair curled against your cheek. Tonight, he would let himself bask in the satisfaction of knowing you were his, that he had claimed your body and heart as surely as he had marked it.

“Sleep well, my queen,” he whispered, reaching out to brush a stray curl from your brow with uncharacteristic gentleness. His thumb lingered a moment, tracing the curve of your cheek, committing every detail to memory.

“Tomorrow, I take you to your new home.”

HOPE YOU ENJOYED!

[myladysapphire]

To Gwayne, with love

tired of being ingored and undervalued, you take your dragon and leave to find the one person who sees you for who you really are; your uncle, Gwayne Hightower

based of this request

word count: 5,086

CW: MDI, 18+, smut, loss of virginity, p in v, fingering, oral (f reciving), incest, angts, love letters (if the title wasnt a hint), fluff, love confessions, not proofread!

Gwayne Hightower x neice!reader

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Growing up as the eldest child, and eldest daughter of Alicent and Viserys you had long felt unwanted and overlooked.

Where your twin, Aegon, was seen as a future king, the rightful heir, you were seen as only a daughter, pushed to the side and out of the limelight.

Always looked over, even when it came to marriage. Where it made sense for you to marry Aegon, Heleana married him instead.

You were overlooked, and often forgotten.

Even events held in your honour were overshadowed, be it by your twin or your eldest sister Rhaenrya.

Countless nights tears had filled your eyes as you were pushed aside in favour of another sibling.

It was a funny thing really, you were the eldest daughter and yet were the last to be betrothed, excluding Daeron that was. And yet you had once been dubbed the Realms heart, you had been kind and sweet. But years of neglect, being undervalued and ignored had turned you cold and restless and made you a rebel. Where your uncle Daemon was the rouge prince, you were the defiant princess.

You had stopped waiting by the sidelines, stopped keeping too yourself and your thoughts stopped being quiet. you become outspoken, even more so when your brother was crowned king.

But all that seemed for nought as you were now meet with roll of eyes and the sound of the key locking your chambers from the outside.

You couldn’t say you were surprised, not when your mother seemed to hate you more than Aegon.

She never understood you, only one person had.

Gwayne Hightower, your uncle.

You and he had an understanding that others could only envy, you couldn’t put it into words but ever since you had meet him you felt inexplicitly drawn to him.

And yet you had only meet him thrice.

But those three times amounted into countless letters.

When one was sent two would follow, even on the road Gwayne never failed to write.

Until now.

You were sat in your chambers and an ache in your chest as you read through the last of Gwayne letters. Near two weeks had passed since his last had arrived, and these past two weeks had been when you had needed his letters the most.

dearest niece,

Words cannot describe the joy I felt upon seeing you the other, even if only for a few hours before my departure.

You have grown ever so beautiful, and I envy those who got to watch you became the beauty you are today, though I envy them more for the endless pleasure of your company.

Who knew your wit was even more compelling in person, dear niece?

I sure did not and yet your endless humour is known what I crave as I am stuck of this endless rode with ser Criston as the most interesting of my companions.

And let me tell you he is far duller than you painted. (Not that you painted him to have much of a personality aside form swords and a love for oranges.)

Perhaps it his cockiness or the self-righteousness he has as the new lord hand, which makes his so dull. He seems to love to point out his new station to us all, especially my Hightower knights, as if that will win him any favours.

Though I truly believe he thinks himself funny, though his voice is always far to monotone to decipher what is an attempt at a joke or what is orders and commands.

Gods, I wish I had stolen you away with me, even just to share the looks at Criston ‘jokes’ as he calls them.

Honestly, he is perhaps the dullest man I have ever met, what your mother sees in him I’ll never know.

But I must admit little of my time is spent completing his joke when I cannot stop thinking of you.

Tomorrow, we ride to rook’s rest, he says he has some plan, I do not quite believe it will be a good one, but I shall prey to the seven that we will be victorious, and I may see you again.

Yours, Gwayne.

You had replied far to quickly though being locked n your chamber after yelling you would ride your dragon to meet your uncle would of course leave you with little to do.

To Gwayne,

I am truly sorry you are stuck with such a dreadful man, if I had gone with you I can assure you however there would not have been much time to dwell of Cristons joke attempts, I would steal far to much of your attention, perhaps enough were you were unable to fight in this silly little war.

I do hope your thoughts of me do not distract you too much.

I wish you great luck in at rook’s rest though I fear you may have to face Meleys, and in which case I pray my mother sees sense and allows me to ride out and join the fight on moonfyers, though I Highley doubted.

But from Aegon’s visit to my prison cell (my chamber’s), it seems he is quite egar to fight, though seeing as how the small council so easily sway his mind, I doubt he will, unless he drinks himself into a false sense of courage that is.

But I pray you do not repeat those words, especially to my mother.

I too crave for your presence; it is a misery that despite years of letters we have met thrice! And the third was only days ago.

 Perhaps when you go, we can make your visits permanent.

I pray for your victory uncle, and your next letter.

With love, your dearest niece.

You had sent that letter 12 days ago; rooks rest was 10 days ago.

Of course, the journey back must be accounted for, but no one had any news, besides the death of Meleys and the princess Rhaneys, the queen who never was.

You had rather liked her, in fact you hoped to model yourself of her in some way. Though you had no right to morn you suppose, you had never spoken to her bar the common pleasantries.

You stood starting out of the window, craving the day you could smash them down and make your escape. Though where you would go, you did not know. Before the war you had one destination in mind, oldtown. Now there was no one there for you, just as there wasn’t anyone here.

The forgotten daughter. No matter how defiant you became you would only be tolerated and ignored. Your actions simple receive a tolled eye and of course, the action of yet gain being locked in your chamber.

Perhaps if your mind hadn’t been so caught up in your loathing and thoughts of jumping from your window onto the back of moonfyers you would have noticed the door opening and the feel of hands slowly covering your eyes.

You jumped in shock as your eyes were covered, only to calm down when a voice spoke.

“Guess who?” a mans voice teased, though it was the voice you had ingrained into your memory.

“Gwayne” you breathed turning around.

He laughed as you hugged him.

“When did you get back?” you asked, arms still wrapped around him.

“Only moments ago,” he sighed, “did you miss me?” he teased.

Slapping his arm lightly, you stepped back “of course not”.

“Hmm…really?” he tilted his head, clicking his tongue, “I could have sworn your letter said- “

“Stop it!” you said hitting his shoulder again.

“Fine!” he said raising his hands up in mock surrender, “only if you top hitting my arm, your poor uncle has just fought a battle”.

You rolled your eyes “and am I to presume you were victorious uncle?”

“If you could call it that”.

“What do you mean?”

He looked nervous, an expression you had never seen on him before, “your brother Aegon- “

“Aegon went! That fool”

“a fool who got himself injured”.

“what” you asked, voice full of concern. Though an outcast, overshadowed by your twin, you still cared for him greatly, even if he never showed care for you in return.

He explained what had happened and your mind spun, no one had said a thing to you and yet your twin brother lay dying in his rooms.

“I must go see him” you rushed out, heading towards the door, only for Gwayne to grip your arm.

“Go later.” He insisted, “for now stay with me! and here my woeful tales of battle”.

Shaking your head with a laugh you sit back down, listening to tales of Gwanye’s journey and of the battle, and all thoughts of Aegon were forgotten.

You woke up finding yourself wrapped in Gwayne arms on your settee. You didn’t remember falling asleep, only talking and watching the sunset and rise once more.

It must have been past noon and yet no one had knocked or come to see you, not that they had before now.

You looked over at Gwayne, he was tired, even after hours of sleep he still had bags under his yes.  

Removing yourself from his arms slowly, you made your way out of your rooms and towards your brothers.

Aegon lay alone. The room dark and empty, bar his aching, unconscious body, half his body covered in bandages, his body deadly slit and his breath shaky.

You moved closer to the bed, coming forward and placing a soft kiss on his brow.

He may be terrible, drunken whoremonger but he was still your brother.

“Aegon” you breathed heavily, taking his unburnt hand in yours, “I- “ the doors opened, and your mother barged in, “get out!” she demanded.

“Mother, I- “you said standing up.

“Get out” she said once more, coming to sit by Aegon’s side.

Standing up and moving towards the door slowly, “he’s my brother, I have every right to be here!”

She looked at you, scoffing “that matters not, now leave and go back to your rooms”.

Rolling your eyes you left and stormed back to your rooms.

“Gwayne” you breathed, seeing him now awake and sitting up, reading a book.

“How Is Aegon” he asked, as you approached.

“a sleep? I do not know my mother sent me out only a few moments after I had entered.”

He kissed his teeth, “your mother has changed much recently”.

“Recently? She has always been liked this, with me at least”

“I know, my darling… I think she- “he stopped himself, looking at you, “I am not sure what she thinks actually, me and her where never close growing up”.

You huffed, looking over at him and realising that the book he was reading was in fact your diary.

“Is that my diary!”

“no” he said dragging out the word as he moved the book out of your reach.

“Where did you- how did you”

“Do not worry how your “beautiful and daring uncle” found it”.

You gasped, crawling over him to try and reach your diary.

He laughed, as you grasped at the book, “give it back” you insisted.

“But Gwayne would be never- “

You reached the book, slapping it out of his hand, “how much of it did you read?”

“Why did you not want me to read of how much you missed me?”

“Gwayne” you sighed, looking at him, you were practically lying on him, your hands leaning on chest as you reached for your diary of the floor.

“darling” he replied, before looking at you sadly, his hand reaching to caress your cheek, “I have to go soon”.

“To your chambers or to oldtown?” you asked sadly.

“Oldtown, I – “

You interrupted him, “when?”

“We leave after dinner, we thought it best to travel at night, out of sight of dragons”.

“I see” you said moving off of him. He reached for you, trying to draw you back towards him.

Everyone always leaves or ignored you. It seemed no matter how close you got you were so easily abandoned, never once had someone stayed.

“I would ask you to come, but your mother would never allow it” he said shaking his head.

Why would she allow it? It would make you happy and the gods know how much your mother craved your misery.

“Do you think there will ever be a time when-when we can spend limitless time together?”

“I hope so, I- “he always stopped himself from saying it, saying the one thing they both craved.

“As do I”

The rest of the day was spent together craving to spend every second that they could together, but in the end, he had to leave. He was bound by duty and honour.

Saying goodbye this time was harder than the few times before it. You both stood in the courtyard, his men stood the side, their own conversations distracting them.

Your mother having said her goodbyes, and had left the courtyard already, leaving you both to say your goodbyes.

“I hope it is not to long before I can see you again” you said looking down to thew ground and kicking at the gravel.

“As do I” Gwayne said grabbing your hand and kissing it gently.

Your eyes shared a look, a look saying everything you both couldn’t.

“I’ll miss you” you breathed heavily, eyes never leaving his.

you both stepped closer, now inches apart.

You moved your lips to kiss his cheek, only for Gwayne to move his head and capture your lips with his, in a soft delicate kiss.  

The shadows of the keep kept you had hidden from wandering eyes as you kissed.

It was short but sweet and left you both wanting more as he was forced to step back from you.

He whispered softly “I will think of you, always”.

“As will I” you said, reaching into you hem and pulling out your handkerchief, you had sown the initial of your name and his ono it, and placed it in the palm of his hand.

Closing is hand you softly placed a kiss onto it.

“goodbye” he spoke, before moving to his horse and riding off, sending you a final look before he left.

The days tricked by, blurring together. Aegon’s recovering slow and with little change.

You stayed in your room, much to your mother’s delight.

Letters were exchanged between you and Gwayne. But this time the letters seemed different, this time they were bolder, your feelings no longer hidden.

Dearest,

I left you only moments ago and yet I miss you already.

That kiss was everything and more, I cannot believe it took us so long to do it, even of it happened by a mistake.

I am sorry our reunion was so brief, and I wish I was bound to you and not duty.

I shall write again soon, but in the meantime, I hope the thought of you in my thoughts will tide you over.

Yours, Gwyane.

Dear Gwayne,

You just left my side and yet apart of me left with you.

I hope your thoughts are filled with me as mine are of you.

The walk back to my room was a long one, longer than it had ever taken me as I had to drag myself away from you, away from moonfyers as thoughts of chasing after you filled my mind.

My mind was a mess all night, much to my mother’s disappointment. Though I doubt she noticed my mind was with you and not in the keep.

This morrow I was awoken absurdly early and summoned to the small council!

And before you say anything I am not sure as to why, even after attending it.

I seemed to be there as a way to boost Aemond’s moral? Or should I say the prince regents.

I was simple them to watch plans be made, and to be told of an alliance, a marriage between me and some lords son, I believe some Tully.

I refused and they demanded.

I offered my dragon, they refused, and I demanded.

They claimed a woman in battle would only lead to a loss. Even if moonfyers is bigger than most for her age and even rivals Caraxes.

Anything else was ignored and dismissed and I was quickly ushered to my chambers and forced to plan a wedding.

A wedding I wish was with you.

I do not know what to do, uncle.

Please tell me to come to you, and I will.

Yours always.

My love,

The days are endlessly long, and I find myself craving you by myside more than ever.

You chase my every though both awake and asleep.

And forgive me for beings bold, niece, but I can, no will not hold back what I have longed to crave any longer.

I wished I had placed you upon my horse and ridden of with you into the night, defying your mother and brothers’ commands.

But I want you, more than I need air to breath. And for so long I have defied myself and held back my desires, my love for you.

I beg you, come to me.

Forget their plans and demands, come to me and marry me.

I am set to arrive in old town in two days, leaving you plenty of time to come to me.

With love, Gwyane.

To Gwyane,

I will come to you, it may take a few days, but I cannot stay here. And I will not stay away from you any longer.

With love, your heart.

you sat in your chambers, contemplation how you to leave.

Though there were secret passageways in your room, you had never used them. They were like a labyrinth in truth and the one time you had speed in them you feared you would get lost.

And the guards stationed outside of your door were stationed for the exact reason you were event you were currently planning.

your other would never let you go willingly, not now especially.

But then again you doubted she would notice you were gone, at least for a day or two.

Heleana may notice, but she wouldn’t say a thing.

Aemond had just been given what he always wanted and would flaunt his power as much as he could, meaning he’d keep put of your way, in fear you would ‘act up’, as he called it, and embarrass him.

This meant that the guards were your only issue, and perhaps Larys spy’s. though you cared not for them for what could they do to stop you? Tattle to Larys who would sell the information for the sight of your mother’s feet? Even then you would have a few hours.

Luckly for you however, you knew your guards. And they had a penchant for wine.

“Steffon, Gregor” you whispered opening your door a bottle of Dornish red in hand.

“Princess” they nodded, tuning around to ignore you.

“You must be bored” you started, “perhaps you can join me for a drink?” you said, fluttering your eyelashes.

They turned to face each other unsure of what to do, “oh come on, know one will care. You’ll still be guarding me, won’t you?”

Their eyes wandered to the bottle of wine “is that the only bottle, princess?”

You scoffed, “of course not”.

They smiled and ushered you in to your chamber.

It was funny, you must have done this a dozen time before and they still fell for it every time.

And being such lightweights, they were quick to fall into a drunken sleep, allowing you to grab your bag and make a run for the dragon pit.

Running through the streets of Kingslanding at night were dan, especially in your rich clothes and jewels.         

And seeing as you had only walked to the dragon pit once or twice, with the company of a dozen guards, the run was a lot longer than expected.

Getting lost in the never-ending streets of flea bottom was easy, and before you knew it you had somehow ended up on the streets of silk.

“gods” you mumbled, looking around in search of a sign to lead you in the right direction.

You could see the dragon pit, so at least you weren’t too far away, only issue is the brothel with the name ‘Chantaya’s’ seemed to stand in the way of a quick exit.

“sister” you heard someone say, and the sight of Aemond exiting said brothel, through you into a sprint once again.

You were sure you looked like some pick pocket as you ran through the street, Aemond hot on your tale.

And with being such a stranger to kings landing you found yourself meeting an end and Aemond catching up to you.

“Let go of me” you muttered trying to pull yourself free from Aemond’s grasp.

“Who let you out” he sneered.

“Does it matter?” you sneered in return, “what are you even doing here?” you asked, and Aemond face dropped.

“I could ask you the same”.

“I wanted to go to the dragon pit” “the dragon pit” he reiterated, not believing you. “To what? Declare for the usurper?”

“Gods no” you near yelled, “I- “you were hesitant to tell him, having never got on along with him and never having much to say to him at all, this was honestly the most you and he had spoken since the start of the war. “I wish to go to oldtown”.

“why”

“To…to see Gwyane”.

“Our uncle?”

“Do you know of another Gwyane I could possibly wish to see in oldtown?” you said snidely.

He hummed, looking at you with a smirk, “I am your prince regent, I command you know” he said, “one word from me and I could have you locked in the black cells, or I could command you to go to oldtown to gather forces, with Gwayne”

You hated that you looked at him hopeful and hated even more that if he asked you would beg.

“But why, dear sister? Should I command you to oldtown? You are the future lady Tully after all”.

You scoffed, “oh please, we both know the Tullys are hardly loyal now and the second old Grover Tully dies they’ll declare for the black’s”.

“true”

“And why would you want me here anyway? I do not listen, and I defy your every move, sending me a way would better your rule, would it not?”

“Oh sister, you truly have been undervalued. Fine I shall take you to the dragon pit and order you to oldtown.”

Order you? As if there was a single part of you that did not already crave to be there, with him.

The walk to the dragon pit was a quiet and awkward, with Aemond pulling you by the hand, a tight grip as if you would try to escape.

Not a word was exchanged even as you entered, only your words commanding the dragon keepers to fetch you moonfyers and Aemond stood beside you in his usual stance.

He gave you a taunting wave as you took flight, and you never looked back.

It took five hours for you to reach oldtown.

A storm thundered as you entered the reach, rain dowsing your and obstructing your vison. Had it not been for the bright blue scales of your brother’s dragon, Tesserion you were sure you would have flown into the Hightower.

Landing, you were quickly greeted with guards and the face of your brother Daeron.

“Brother” you greeted as you slide of your dragon, “a pleasure to see you!”

“And you, Gwayne said you were coming” he nodded, hand raised to stop rain pouring over his face, “come in, quickly”

The Hightower, was exactly as you envisioned, filled with riches and symbols of the seven. It looked like a museum almost.

You were brough into a room lined with seats and walls filled with books. Painting filled with the faces of old lords and ladies, and tapestry depicting Aegon s landing in oldtown and his coronation.

“niece” you heard a voice breath, causing your inspection to come to a halt as you turned and faced Gwayne,

“uncle” you breathed in return and not a moment later were you running into his arms and your lips meeting once more.

This kiss was different than the one in the courtyard, this one was filled with longing, filled with pure love and desire.

Years of want filling you mouths your lips moved against each other.

“Gwayne” you whispered against his lips, as you both breathed heavily, your heads leant against each others.

He whispered your name in return, “you came” he breathed, not quite believing it.

“of course, you asked…and the prince regent commanded it”

He laughed “what?”

“when I was making my mistake i came across Aemond leaving a brothel” you laughed, “and somehow he decided to command me to oldtown to gather forces”

“oh?” he said, head tilting, “I see…does that mean you now command me?”

“do I not anyway?” you asked tauntingly.

He laughed, grabbing you to him once more and pulling you into another kiss, “I believe we command each other, my love” he said breaking the kiss.

“my love?”

“my love” he agreed, caressing your cheek, “I love you” he finally admitted.

And you smiled. Looking at him as he always looked at you.

He always had seen you, understood you when no one else did.

And the look in his yes, it was pure love and you had never felt more seen than in this moment.

“I love you” you replied, and he smiled.

“come with me” he said taking your hand and leading you up to his room.

His room, though perhaps smaller than others, was still large and full of all things Gwayne. With his own mural and tapestry.

“do you like it?” he asked, taking note of your eyes that had not left the tapestry he had commissioned.

“is that?” you asked, unsure if you were seeing it right.

“Moonfyer and you, yes”

“gods, Gwyane” you said breathlessly, a mural of you riding moonfyers for the first time, your second time meeting Gwyane and the first time you and he realised the bond between you both.

You turned to face him, and kissed him once more.

Unlike before this kiss was heated, passionate and full of lust.                                                                                                 

His hands moved to your waist, as you slowly moved towards the bed, your hands reaching and pulling at his clothes, taking them of and leaving him in only his small clothes.

Your dress wet and soaked was quickly torn of you intern, leaving you only in your soaked chemise.

Their lips broke apart as her legs hit the bed. Taking each other in Gwayne moaned at the sight of your breast peeking out through the now sheer chemise.

“can i?” Gwayne breathed, hand coming to toy with the strap of your chemise.

You nodded, allowing your chemise to slip and leaving you bare before him.

“gods” he breathed, “ you are beautiful” he said, before pushing you down on the bed, his lips connecting with yours.

His lips moved from your mouth to your neck, nipping at your skin, causing you to moan softly.

He kissed his way down your body, before he reached your cunt.

“can i?” he asked once more, eager to taste her cunt.

“yes”  you said, not quite sure what he intended to do until you felt his nose nudge between your thighs and a slow lick alone the length of your cunt.

groaning at the taste, he quickly went back licking and tasting your cunt, like a man starved. You moaned pleasure, hands moving to tug his hair as he found your clit.

Touching yourself had never felt like this, the sheer pleasure you felt as he sucked your clit into his mouth was better than any orgasm you had brought yourself to before, even more so when you felt his fingers toying with your entrance.

You tensed as his fingers entered you. They were thicker and longer than your own and you started to feel the stretch as he pumped you full of his two fingers.

You moaned, your body moving off the bed as you his fingers pumped in and out.

His hand moved to your waist gripping you down as he continued to fill you, your moans filling the room as his third finger entered you and you soon reached your peak.

He slowly backed away from you, pulling down his small clothes to revel his hard, thick cock.

“oh!” you spoke, at the sight of him.

“oh? Not good enough niece?” he asked teasingly.

“gods, it, yes” you nodded, reaching out to him.

He laughed, before slowly crawling onto the bed, his body covering yours. Taking your lips his, in a passionate and heated kiss, as his legs slowly parted yours as he positioned himself at her entrance.

“Are you sure?” he breathed against your lips, hand holding your waist as his cock teased your entrance.

You nodded, reaching forward to kiss him again, “yes”.

At the word he entered you slowly.

You groaned at the stretch but found no pain as he entered you.

His long cock filling you, a bulge appearing in your stomach as he allowed time for you to adjust.

“gods, you feel amazing” he groaned, moving his head to the nape of your neck “can I move?” he groaned, as your walls wrapped around him.

Nodding, “yes” you breathed. And wasting no time he began to slowly pump in and out of you.

You moaned as he thrusted into you, your hips moving to meet his as he picked up the pace.

He groaned at the feel of you moving against him, has hands gripping your waist as he started to thrust into you faster, he soon found that sweet spot inside you, that quickly turned you into a moaning mess. And soon you were wrapping your arms around him, clawing at his back as you felt your peak it washes over you and the feel if his seed filling you.

Your breath was heavy, his even heavier as he lay on you, his face still in your neck leaving soft kisses as he started to move of you slightly.

“marry me” he said, giving you soft kisses between his words. “this place is filled with septon’s it will be easy to find one to marry us.”

“okay” you said, looking into his yes.

“okay?”

You laughed, “yes, Gwyane I will marry you.”

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