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sleeplessdreamer123 · 2 years ago

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Fanfic Idea! (Lucemond, where Aemond believes Lucerys to be a creature of unknown origin)

Aemond thinks that Lucerys is odd. No, not think, know. He knows that the brat was odd, odder than even his sister, bless her heart, for a multitude of reasons.

Now, Aemond knows of Lucerys' story. How he almost died in childbirth, how "weak and sickly" he was (that must be a lie, for he has never seen him sick, and he doubts a boy who could lift Ser Criston's morning star could ever be called weak), and how much everyone doted on him, in fear of losing him to the Stranger. But here's the thing. Lucerys is still odd, and Aemond wholeheartedly believes it.

The most glaringly obvious reason would be the fact that he has scales on his legs. Not the kind of scales the dragons have, hard and rough, but the type of scales akin to a fish. He saw them, he knows he did, on the beach way back then. Aegon picked him up and threw him in the water, and ran, leaving him to help the boy. It was only a few seconds, but as the boy crawls back to the shore, pulling his pants up, he saw them clearly. However, when he tried to see them again, they weren't there. Just normal skin, a bit pale, but the boy had always been rather pale, paler than even Helaena, who stays inside to play with bugs. He knows what he saw, though. He may not be able to prove it yet, but he knows he saw it. The second most obvious reason would be his teeth.

Again, he saw them, before his mother told him to start wearing veils to cover half his face. They weren't like any other person, they were like a dog, a mutt. Yes, they quite fit him, the little beast that he is. Again, when he "accidentally" pulled the veil off from his face, all they saw were the perfectly normal teeth. He knows what he saw, damned it all! He wasn't crazy!

Then there was the necklace. A rather ugly thing, always around his neck. He overheard their grandfather, Corlys, telling him to keep it with him it with him at all times. His mother informed him it was a Velaryon heirloom. He scoffed at that. An ugly heirloom given to a non-Velaryon, how that house has fallen.

But this wasn't the only strange thing about Lucerys "Velaryon". Not only does he wear the ridiculous veil everyday, he also seems to fear the sun with how much he covers up. High necked, long sleeved blouses, hells he wore gloves during the hottest summer in King's Landing! It was a wonder why he never fainted. Aemond believes he was hiding his scales. In these sorts of instances, Aegon became useful. A few unrelated words about Lucerys being rumored to be a girl, and Aegon immediately rushed to embarrass the boy, pulling his pants down to reveal...smooth, pale, scale-less legs. Aemond is disappointed there were no scales to prove his words, Aegon is disappointed their nephew has a cock between his legs (a small one, but a cock nonetheless), and Alicent is beside herself in anger, screaming at Aegon for doing something like that in front of nobles and knights alike. Not only did she scold him, their half-sister, Lucerys's grandfather, and even their not so present father each showed their displeasure for Aegon's actions. Corlys in particular managed to make Aegon's wine red face turn a few shades paler once he told him of what he would do if he ever does that again, something about tying Aegon to the front of the ship and ramming it into a pile of sharp rocks? He doubts Aegon would pull that stunt on their little nephew again.

Another thing about Lucerys is his strange liking to fish. Even Aemond knows that at that age, he would have chosen desserts over the meal itself, but Lucerys seemed to think fish is the most wonderful thing to have ever existed with the way he swallows them up, ignoring the cake his "father" secretly placed on his plate when he thought no one else was looking. He heard rumors of freshly caught fish disappearing from the kitchen, with only the fishbones left behind. Aemond believes Lucerys had something to do with it. He can just picture it, Lucerys, the "little cherub faced prince" ripping apart raw fish with his sharp teeth, swallowing its blood and meat, and leaving behind the bones, the only thing he couldn't eat. It seems more and more likely that he imagines the veil hiding blood stained lips.

Then there was the fact that he disappears every morning, missing training from Ser Criston and lessons from the maesters, and returning in the afternoon wet and smelling of sea water. Aemond tried following him once, but the gods seem to pick Lucerys' side, for he is often blocked by something, or someone, and never gets to find out where the little brat keeps going to. Hells, he's waited on the beach just to be blocked by some blood white bird! And that wasn't all, he has done so many strange things Aemond believes he could write an entire book and would still miss a few key facts!

And despite everything, despite him being so obviously hiding something, despite being obviously strange and secretive, he still doesn't get questioned. No one questions why he wears those types of clothing, no one questions why he likes fish so much, no one questions the ugly heirloom around his neck, no one questions the disappearances, no one questions anything! In fact, they seem to blatantly ignore it! Even Ser Criston, who has shown his great dislike for the "Velaryon" boys, didn't question Lucerys not showing up to training, and he often scolds Jacaerys for being even one second late! Gods is he sick of it! He hates having to listen about how good of a boy Lucerys was, or how adorable he is, or how sweet and kind he was. He was clearly not a boy, but a creature from lands unknown. Mayhaps his sister laid not with the Commander of the City Watch, like his mother presumes, but a different being altogether. Mayhaps it might not even be human, but a creature. Because clearly something is wrong with that boy, and he is determined to know what it is.

He doesn't tell anyone though. Last time he tried to tell his mother about the scales, Alicent beseeched him to no longer obsess over Lucerys, which greatly frustrated Aemond. He was not obsessed! He knows what he saw, knows Lucerys isn't normal, and he can no longer take the fact that everyone treats him as if he was some sweet normal prince of King's Landing. He was not! And Aemond is going to find out what was wrong with him, and reveal to them all that the "sweet little prince" was a creature of unknown origin!

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#lucemond #aemond x lucerys #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #lucerys x aemond #aemond one eye #aemond is going crazy #lucerys has something to hide and Aemond is going to find out what!

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camilbarnessss · 2 years ago

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¤ The Invitation ¤

{ Aemond Targaryen }

《 Part 8 》

When Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen's big family arrive at King's Landing for princess Helaena and prince Aegon Targaryen's wedding, things go as they always do. Dragons, uncles, nephews and cousins discussing and fighting, tension on every look, and disconfort when being with each other. Just the usual stuff...until the princess Daera Targaryen got drunk at a ball where The One-Eyed Prince happened to sneaked in

Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, family toxicity, rough sex, spitting, explicit sex (p on v), sadomasochism, TARGARYEN INCEST [cousinXcousin]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Enjoy your reading!!! Likes, comments and reblogs will be highly appreciated ♡♡♡

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A rainfall has casted itself above King's Landing. Tons of waterdrops were fallin quickly and strongly towards the city and tis people, who were doing their best trying to shelter themselves from the not anticipated cold precipitation.

However, we have no business on the city, but on the huge and resistant Red Keep.

Luke, Jace, Baela and Daera were standing behind the balcony on Jacaerys's chambers, not having even a drop on them, but looking at the rain with contemplation and seriousness.

The fireplace of the room was lit since hours ago, giving them a more warmer ambience.

They were all wearing black leather, at the moment. The two sisters had black dresses that reached to the floor, while the two brothers had obscures jackets and pants. All of their sleeves imitated dragon scales, sewed by the most delicate hand on The Seven Kingdoms. They four were also using leather boots, and gloves, perfectly wrapped to face to such rain.

Having his cheeks a little red, Luke narrows his eyes towards the rain, emitting a sudden tsk.

-Might this be the gods punishment, to me?-. He asks, complaining. His siblings stared sort of amused at him-. If there is something worse than sailing with rain, is flying with it-. The younger sighed with dissappointment.

-Speak for yourself, brother, I love both of them-. Baela spoke with a proud smile, looking at the rain.

-So do I-, nodded Jace. The truth is that he is not so fond of sailing either, but he did not wanted to say it outloud, like Luke has the audacity to. That only provokes the murmurs in the court and halls to grow louder.

-I am sure the rain will not last long-, said Daera, resting an arm above Lucerys's shoulders and nearing him softly to her, hugging him-. As soon as it calms itself...-she tickled one of his ears, and he laughed looking at the rain-...we leave-, she dictated with a little sigh.

Rhaena is not with them at the moment, for she already left King's Landing, much earlier, at the Hour of The Owl, the darkest moment of the night. She, along Rhaenyra, Daemon, Joffrey, their respectives dragons and all of the crew, is already on the way to Dragonstone since hours ago.

-Leaving, at last-. Jacaerys sighed, relieved-. One day on King's Landing feels like an entire moon lasting, if I'm honest, and we had too many days in here-, he mumbled. Daera gulped briefly, blinking and looking at the floor.

-The Keep could work better on its comfort quality-, Luke said with a little snort, shrugging.

-Say it as it is, the capital would be a warmer place without Aemond's and Aegon's presence-, dictated Baela from a moment to another. Her sister bited one her cheeks from the inside, feeling an ache on her heart, but laughing at her words.

-Mother says the castle use to be really warm when she was our age-. Reminds Jace raising his brows-. Perhaps it is because none of them were here yet-, he joked, and Luke laughed.

-And let us thank the gods Daeron is in Oldtown-, Daera spoke wrinkling her lips and snorting, something they all did too, nodding.

-Gods...-whispered Jace shaking his head, staring with distraction at the rain while he was thinking-. They have nothing in their heart but desire for battle, I swear it-. He mumbled, sourly.

The older sister, when listening to his words, gave a slow blink, thinking about all the confessions Aemond made to her. Confessions made in that magical island, on the warm library, on his silky bed, everywhere they were together during all this days. Sadly for her, she did not agreed with Jacaerys's words, now being cursed with the knowledge that desire for battle was one of Aemond's lastest motivations. It was much deeper than that...But she would never say that outloud. Of course.

-Aegon is just a dull firstborn...-, said Baela with a dry tone, shrugging while remembering all the hateful things the Targaryen brothers said and did last night to them-, and Aemond is nothing but a fatuous thief-, she spat.

Daera blinked, and gulped really strongly. She hated the pain she was now feeling at every curse directed towards Aemond. She flinched at the mention of the word "thief", disagreeing so hard with it. She felt like another person, one not faithful to her siblings, but to Aemond. That made her blood boil with confussion and anger.

-I will be back-. She said, turning around and nearing to the bed. They all looked at her with curiosity.

-Where are you going?-, asked Luke with his cheeks more red than before.

-I am going for Kalistrox-. Daera responded in a brief sigh, taking her long, black leather coat from Jace's bed, and putting it on-. He never returned to the Dragonpit, so he must still be nesting on the Bay-, she said, adjusting her gloves.

-It is still raining, Daera-. Jace spoke with reproachment, crossing his arms.

-I was born in a storm, silly-. Daera smiled funnily at him, who just snorted a laugh-. I will take him to Dragonpit for us to take off together, um?-. She raised her brows, walking to the door-. We will meet there-, she said.

-Be safe!-, pleaded Luke raising his brown brows. She smiled softly at him while opening the door of the chambers.

-By the way!-. Baela stopped her with her voice-...Who's is that coat?-, she asked confused, pointing at it. Luke and Jace did too, interested.

Daera sided a funny smile, glancing outside for a second, and then at them again.

-Gronn's-, she answered. Her siblings laughed, naughty.

-Ah, will you also go say goodbye to him?-. Jacaerys questioned with a presed smile, moving his shoulders a little. Daera simply sighed, feeling that pain on her chest again.

-He does not deserve it-, she said, to then out the room completely, closing the door. Leaving them with no explanation of her words.

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Without any interruption, Daera reached the outsides of the castle, having her hood covering all of her mane and head, hugging herself under the long coat, which still was a little warm because of the fireplace on Jace's. Besides, her hands posses their own heat so, below her gloves, they were also doing their job.

Under the strong rain, the princess was now walking on the beach, seeing how the sea was filling up more every second with every waterdrop that fell on it. The cold wind surrounded her body, making her shake. How she hates cold.

The crew to Dragonstone sailed at the very early morning. Before it, Daera and her siblings took a little time to say goodbye to them, wishing them a good trip, and reconforting Rhaena however they could, saying that she could sleep in a ship, but not in a dragon. She just laughed a little, appreciating their concern. Rhaenyra asked them, firmly, to try to not cross paths with Aemond or Aegon during their remaining hours in the capital. Then, quietly, they sailed home.

When the sun was already in the sky, them four had breakfast with The King. But, sadly, he was not as clear minded as in the supper before. Viserys had just taken his first cup of Milk of The Poppy of the day, so his thoughts were not the lightest, nor his moves painless. Daera and Jace, the elders of the children, had to give him all of his food right in the mouth, for Viserys could not his fork for more than a few seconds. It was a really sad meal, to be honest, and the grey rain did not help at all. It ached in all of their heart to it being the last meal shared with their grandsire, and uncle, before they took off home too.

After the breakfast, they said their goodbyes, just to Helaena and The Queen. They directed straight to their respectives chambers, to get ready for the flight, and then they met at Jacaerys's quarters, where they stared at the rain while talking. We already saw that, of course.

Now, at the moment, Daera is walking through Blackwater Bay, a lonely area of it. On the area, there were nothing but sea, sand, and big black stones much higher than her. Under the light of the rain and the obscure clouds, it almost reminded her of the rock mountains of Dragonstone.

She sighed, desiring deeply to just be home already.

Stepping in the wet and dirty sand, Daera looked up, narrowing her eyes to see through the clouds. Her tired gaze stayed in there, during minutes she did not care enough to count. She just thought of Kalistrox, her dearest. She wanted him to arrive at her feet and take her out of here for once and all, away from all of the confussion and heaviness on her heart.

A light and calm roar made an echo in the skies, making her to pay attention closely. The roar was heard once again. Deep, nasal, tired. Vhagar's roar.

Daera's brows furrowed. She blinked rapidly, throwing away the multiple raindrops gathered on her long lashes. In a second, she turned around, opening her mouth.

The feeling in her back made sense when she turned around. Aemond stopped walking when she did. Here he was, coated too, wrapped in a coat too. The prince was fully wet by the rain, but he seemed to not care at all. His brows were curved, and his lips briefly opened, looking at her with a gaze filled with worriness, and softness. He sighed at the moment he saw her damp brown divine face.

-Daera...-he whispered, and not even the rain around muted the sadness on his tone.

Daera's lips trembled, and she fully turns arouns, closing her mouth and facing him with a cold seriousness, pretending to not be feeling nothing. Aemond's head shook a little, taking two slow steps front, towards her, who did not even blinked.

-...Did you drink the tea?!-. He asked, having to raise his voice due to the loud sound of rain. She inhaled, feeling how her heart was starting to pound really fast.

-I did!-. She spoke firmly and emotionless. Her throat was afflicted, and he noticed it from his place, which was not so far. They were like seven steps away from each other, only having raindrops in the middle of them-. Why did you knock?-, she asked, and his brows furrowed, remembering last nigh's failed post-supper encounter-...You could have easily open the door!-, she clarified her interest, gulping and looking away from a moment.

With his wet lips opened, he stared at her, blinkless, beginning to shake his head a little, almost with simplicity.

-I did not have your permission-, Aemond answered. His jaw was dripping endlessly due to all the water his face was receiving.

When Daera heard his answer, she could not help but to snort, and then laugh at the sky. She laughed loudly. Because his answer was so true. So kind. And again, it confussed her, it confussed her so deeply she just had to chuckle towards the clouds. Aemond gulped, worried, and dared to keep approaching to her.

-Daera-, he softly named while walking.

-Do not get closer!-. She instantly shouted, walking backwards instead. Aemond stopped, opening his eye wide big. She couldn't hold herself anymore-. Why do you think I did not grant you my permission?! What comes to your mind, cousin?!-. Daera widened her eyes too, looking furiously at him, who let out a dry gasp, shrugging.

-Why?!-. He asked, looking at her as if he knew the answer, but did not want to accept it.

-Aemond, you betrayed me!-. Daera screamed, hurted and stressed. He blinked, bemused, in shock when he heard such acussation-. You betrayed me! Will you deny it?!-, she hissed, having a vein pulsing on her wet forehead-. You tormented my siblings, as always!-. She roared.

-No, not as always!-. And Aemond roared too, making the rain around them to almost flinch at his sharp voice-. It was not as always, for I did not do it to you too! Because I will never see you as the way I once did!-, he shouted. She afflicted her throat with her brows curved, having a really fasted breath-. I can swear on my life I will never point you with a sword, Daera! But I owe them nothing!-, he spat his words fiercely and firmly.

-But we talked, Aemond, we talked!-. The princess discussed crazily, pointing at herself with so much movement that her hood fell off her hair, letting him see all her wet mane, straightened and glued to her face and shoulders-. I told you how vengance will do as much as what you think time will solve! Nothing! Nothing, you said!-. She stressed, approaching two steps. He breathed fast, swallowing the drops that fell on his lips-. And yet...!-

-We talked, indeed, and I listened, Daera!-. Aemond interrupted, speaking loudly and desesperated, wanting her to understand-. You talked, and I listened, Daera!-, he sighed, opening his arms to both sides of his body.

-Did you?!-, she mocked.

-I did listen! But I did not betray you!-. He approached more, yelling. She snorted with disbelief, walking fowards too with fierceness-. I did not promise you anything! I broke no oath, neither broke no undertaking!-. Aemond denied deeply, shaking his head. Her lips sucked themselves, staring at him with so much impotent-. You told me things. And I told you how deep my cause goes-. He mumbled firmly, looking down at her with tears gathering on his eyes, though it was not noticable-. I told you where that cause comes from!-, he yelled pointing at the sand.

-You would not had to break an oath or a undertaking to have cut me so deeply, cousin-. She spoke sourly, with her lips trembling, approaching more to him. Aemond clenched his jaw, looking at her with a tired warning, nodding with his head-. I asked you to not hurt them...-her eyes look at him with sadness, and confussion-...and you did-, she buried a finger on his wet chest, both of them trembling-. And I always protect them-, her voice trembled too.

-You are not their mother!-. His shaky whisper was so desesperated and insisted, raising his hands and suddenly taking Daera's face in them, cupping it so perfectly. She made the gesture to wanting to get away, but she did not, because she didn't want to-. Look at me, Daera-. He sighs, and she looked at him, now having tears on her eyes too. He clenched his teeth, screeching them when seeing so much pain on them-. Let yourself feel your own feelings! Do not...-he trembles-...Do not push me back, because of them!-. He fighted, and pleaded.

-Because of them?!-. She repeats, trembling too-. Them, you say?!-, her throat itches-. Were not you the one that-?!

-Then I want you to look me in the eye, and tell me that you hate me-. Aemond asked for. And she froze. Daera simply froze, right in the middle of his hands, while the harsh rain still bathed them. He breathes hard through his nose, nearing even more with another step-. Tell me that you hated every second spent with me. Tell me that you still loathe me-. He said with his throat afflicted, hurting himself with every plead. Daera's lips trembled, looking surprised and hurted at him-...Tell me that I'm a thief...-, his voice was as thin as the raindrops.

-U-um...-her head shakes from side to side, slowly, closing her eyes and making her tears fall. Aemond sobbed when he noticed them, letting his to fall as well. How new it felt, to cry in front of someone-. I will not...-she speaks lowly-...I will not say any of that-, Daera refused. He could breath again.

-It's not your siblings the ones talking anymore, then-. He sobbed caressing her cheeks deeply. The princess sighed, tired, staring at him with a softness and a misery worthy of a paint-. Detach, Daera-. He whispered, taking some steps foward, making her to walk backwards, slowly. They never stopped looking at each other-. If I need to beg you, then be it-. Aemond sighed, passing his thumbs over her nose and brows-. Separate things. You cannot change how I feel towards them...or towards you-, he sobbed again. She did too, curving softly her eyebrows-. And I know you cannot change either how you feel about me, I can sense it, for fuck's sake-. He swore in a strong whisper, looking directly at her eyes, which were fulled of tears-. Let it be...-he pleaded.

She wanted to deny it. She wanted to refuse everything he said. But that would mean to refuse every feeling of hers. That would mean to lie.

-No, no...-. And she tries to, to lie. He gulped, staring at her deeply-. How could I let it be?-. She spoke tiredly. But, at the same time, she grabbed back his face, and neared him even more. Aemond opened his mouth and gasped, tightening his fingers on her cheeks when feeling the closeness-. Aemond...-she named, suddenly making their foreheads meet. They burned hot against each other-. Every feeling for you, every orgasm because of you, every kiss of you goes against everything I have ever believe-, she grunted.

-Believe in my desire-. Aemond groaned holding her neck too, from behind, gripping it tightly. She breathed fastly, and he walked again, pushing her with his body-. Have faith in how much I want every part of you-, he purred over her nose.

And she suddenly met with one of the big rocks of the beach, grunting when she felt the harsh stone poking on her back. Aemond and Daera breathed heavily, looking at each other.

-Believe in us, Daera-, he murmured, presing himself against hers. The princess let her mouth open with a muted gasp, when she felt that he was hardening on his pants, pushing above her leather dress. She whimpered, afflicting her throat.

-No, no...-she sobbs with a string of voice-. Do not take away from me my sanity-, she pleaded. But, contradicting her words, her hands traveled to his ass and pushed it to have him squeezed all over herself, moaning at the single touch. Aemond clenches his jaw, grunting-...the only inch I still have left of it-, she whimpered.

Her words were telling him to get away. Her eyes, to fuck her.

-Stop lying!-, he could not hold himself from screaming, estamping both of his hands at her side, on the rock. Daera bited her lips, moaning again-. You have as much sanity as I do since our night on the capital-. His mumble was strong, lusty and mad-...None-, he stressed.

-No...-, her voice trembled while shaking her head. He dares her with his eye, warning her about her next choice of words-. That is no truth. My siblings are-

-Enough about your siblings!-. And he shouted, possesing her waist and making her to give a big turn. Daera's mouth groaned so loud, when he estampated her harshly against the rock, now making her face it. She felt his cock growing bigger, now pushing on her ass. She felt his heavy breathing nearing to her ear. She felt his hands going to her behind.

-Aemond-, her mouth moaned and pleaded, breathless. Her mind was telling her to run away as quick as possible, but she was starting to ignoring it so hard-...Aemond...-, and she sighed a lustfull smile.

-I will not let them to take you from me too-, he groaned with incomparable fierceness, and at the same time, his ten fingers teared apart her skirt in one second, unstitching the threads and breaking it. Daera moaned so surprised when her dress was damaged, and her cunt began to palpit harder at the sound of the fabric being brutally ruined-. They have plucked so much from me, deprived me from so much things-. He talked roughly, lustfullness, whispering right on her ear-...They won't take my fucking goddess too-, Aemond dictated, grabbing tightly her ass.

-Fuck me!-. The princess squealed in another moan. Her hands traveled to her own behind, tearing apart more of the skirt, and she herself reached her underwear, downing it quickly in the midde of whimpers. Aemond groaned and began to take off his pant's threads in a second-. I do not care-, she grabbed his jaw-. Ruin me-, she pleaded in a desesperated sobb.

-I will ruin you as you ruined me-, he grunted, taking out his cock, which was so hard and pulsing, pleading for her-. You have me cursed, Daera-. Abruptly, he suddenly spat harshly on two of his fingers, and they reached her cunt, placing them in there and spreading all of his saliva on her lips and clit, making her to tremble.

-Seven hells!-, she shouted, lusty, tightening her fists. Aemond grunted bringing his other hand to her hair and pulling it, having her to look at him, which she did, breathing fastly-. Do it in me-, she asked for in a quick moan. The prince groaned with a smile, directing his two fingers to her mouth. He pulled her jaw, opening her mouth wildly.

-I want to fill you with all of me-, his voice almost seemed to sang while he shook his head from side to side, sucking on his cheeks. And then he spitted on her mouth, burning it with his saliva. Daera grunted with a loud moan that made her cunt wet more, pleading for his cock as she tasted his saliva with all of her tongue, swallowing it with pleasure.

-Fill me with all of you-, Daera moaned with desire-. Flood me with you-, she whispered, needy. In a second, he was squeezing her cheeks harshly, spitting into her mouth one more time, now from closer, letting his saliva to slowly travel through his lips to hers. Daera's legs trembled because of the single view of it, and when she received it on her tongue, she groaned satisfied, licking her lips to lubricate them with it-...Fuck-, the air left her.

-I shall have you filled...-he groaned.

Aemond grabbed her asscheeks and squeezed them, making them apart at the same time he thrusted into her cunt from a second to another. They both trembled at the feeling, letting out loud moans.

He waited nothing, instantly burying himself in her.

-Fuck!-, she yelled resting her forehead against the dirty rock. Aemond grunted and placed a hand on her neck, grabbing it tightly while beginning to harshly thrust into her, reaching so deep from behind her-. We...we are the other's curse-, the princess sighed in the middle of shaky moans, feeling how hard he was pushing.

-At last you confess it!-, he grunted madly, thrusting hard and harder, giving her no time to even breath. Daera directed her hands to his long hair, grabbing it so tightly and pulling it with every push he gave on her womanhood. She was clenching so strongly to his cock, weting it with her own drops. The present rain has been forgotten by both-. We are doomed-, his voice purred on her neck, and then biting it with no mercy.

-Gods!-, she pulled his hair tighter, making him to moan with pain, but that did not stop him. He was the owner of her cunt and hips, thrusting and squeezing them so hard, while his teeth and lips were sucking all of her neck and shoulders-. You own me, Aemond-. She sobbed, finally confessing it. He whimpered on her neck, nodding-. Nobody can take me from you now, I won't let them-. She spoke with so much freedom and pleassure, feeling so liberated when doing such.

-Don't let them, Daera-. Aemond groaned placing a hand on her hair, grasping it on a fist and pulling her head from a moment to another. She whimpered, feeling her neck ache, but no complaining crossed her mind, for now she was staring at him face to face. They breathed hot air on each other's mouths, having them so close while looking endlessly at their eyes, reflecting the rain on them-. Now I cannot breath without you, now I cannot be without you, and I blame you for it-. He whispered fastly, feeling how his cock was pulsing everytime harder inside her, who was taking it so well-...You are my owner, Daera-. He dictated, proudly.

-I won't let them-, she sighed, tiredly and satisfied, resting her head on his chest, always looking at his eye. He lowered her head and grunted, hurting his hands presed on the rock wall and thrusting deeper into her. Daera moaned sharply, feeling how he was twitching crazily inside her, almost cumming-. You are mine-, she thinly stressed.

-I am yours-, he thinly agreed, smiling. And that smile grew wider when he suddenly came, feeling the purest of glorys just after hear her say that. Daera breathed fastly, admiring from her place how he wrinkled all of his sharpen factions, moaning and grunting her name stoppless while his cum filled her cunt, dripping in there. He bited his lips, thrusting slowly, letting the raindrops to mix with his tears and sweat-...I am yours...-he stupidly whispered, having his eye closed.

The princess curved her eyebrows, biting her lips and caressing his jaw with her thumbs, loving how fill she felt. The pain on her chest was gone. Aemond's breath began to calm itself, with his chest slowly coming up and down, presed on her back. He looked at her, and she looked at him, both of them with all of their faces fully wet, blinking constantly due to all the drops that reached their eyes.

Daera bited her lips briefly, blinking, and beginning to slowly turn around. Aemond gulped, outing his cock from her while seeing how she fully faced him now, still breathing a little fast. She rested her back on the rock, and he presed himself against her again, lowering his head so that their foreheads meet. The princess sighed before this, crossing her arms on his lower back, and hugging him softly, breathing on his chest. Aemond hummed and placed his hands on her hips, caressing them. He tried to protect her from the rain, covering her with his tall body.

Daera grabbs Aemond's face, cupping it dearly and caressing it softly. He melted on her hands, inhaling deeply and slouching slowly when feeling her warm and wet fingers on his cheekbones. They both liked the silent. Words were not of the essence.

A tranquile flapping is heard from the skies, nearing to them. They looked up, seeing then how Kalistrox was arriving to the beach with calm and almost silent flaps, feeling easiness on his heart. His rider smiled warmly when she saw him, sighing and resting her head on the rock. In an instant, Aemond cared to put one of his hand behind of her head, so that the stone didn't harm her.

The Golden Ray landed on the sand, burying his long claws on it while shaking his neck briefly, emitting a low grunr from deep his throat. Kalistrox's gold eyes blinks, looking up at the stoppless rain on the beach. He then, purred lowly, and raised one of his big wings. The lonely claw on it landed on the peak of the rock where Daera and Aemond were standing. With this, no rain reached them anymore, now covered by the dragon's huge golden wing.

The one-eyed prince let out a muted laugh, looking amazed at the inner of his wing, which appeared to be the purest gold of the kingdoms. Daera sighed with low laughs, closing her eyes, and moving a little her thumbs on his cheeks. That made him to look back at her, now having no raindrop to blur such magnificent view. Having all of her hair glued to her face and shoulders, she looked at him, whose long silver mane was also adhered to his jaw, neck and back.

The princess stared at him, so tired yet so alive, so surrendered, yet so confident.

-We both know what this means...-she speaks firmly. Aemond bites his lips just at hearing her talking-...We have no way back-, Daera pointed, with her words trembling a little.

-No-, he agreed. With the hand he had behind her head, he caressed it, tenderly-...Not since the alley, I'm afraid-, he laughed a little.

-We fear the same-, she giggled softly too. Aemond closed a smile, staring lovingly at her. Daera sniffed her nose and caressed his ears, looking at him with no shame on her eyes-...But is not fear, what I feel, when I see you-. She whispered with honesty-. And, now, I want to see you, at every fucking second-. Her voice grunted, frustrated.

-I do not wish you to leave-, Aemond whispered, sadly-...Daera, stay-, he pleaded, just as he did on that island. Daera smiled sadly, shaking her head a little.

-I cannot stay, my love-. She denies, and he gulps, nodding briefly, for he understood her meanings-...But this, is not, our last time. Let all the gods hear us-. She grabbs his face firmly, looking straight to his eye.

-Helaena won't join you on Dragonstone by herself, I promise you, dearest-. He swore with a loving tone, holding her jaw tenderly. Daera smiled at the promise, feeling the tears gathering on her gaze again-. I will go and protect my sister...from you-, he speaks with sarcasm and taunt, smiling over her lips. She giggled funnily and low, narrowing her eyes.

-I'll expect that-. She nodded with amusedment, and he smiled at her in the same way, with a bittersweetness shining on his only eye. Daera gulps, blinking while looking at him-. I will wait for you, so fondly, Aemond-. She promised.

-Your wait won't be long, goddess, I wouldn't dare to have you, or meself, in such agony-. He denied firmly, speaking sweetly-. And when we meet again...-his breath mixed with hers, and he made their hands to meet, interwining their ten fingers and placing them on the rock. Their eyes stared at each other, fulled of a passionate sadness-...our blood, hearts and bodies shall burn together again-, Aemond promised, caressing her lips with the air that came out of his.

Daera sobbed, and she kissed him with all of her will. Aemond closed his eye with the greatest of pains, hugging her closer and kissing her back with devotion and dearness. He licked every single inch of her mouth and its surroundings, memorizing everything of it on his mind, so he wouldn' forget it. She did the very same, kissing and kissing on the slightest corner of his lips, wanting to remember all of them when she was alone, on Dragonstone, far from him.

Kalistrox let out a low and lazy growl, feeling the sorrow and yearning on his rider's heart.

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Aemond's eye was firmly staring front. He was silent, having his arms tightly crossed behind his back. He was standing on his chambers's balcony, fully quiet.

The rain has passed already, and it left one of the most beautiful skies King's Landing has ever seen. The clouds were bathed by the orange sun, and the sky itself was shining as it were gold, relfecting itself beautifully on the sea.

The prince was thoughtful, and serious, but all that facade washed away when he heard a mighty roar coming from close. He jumped on his place, and directed his open gaze to the Dragonpit.

And, from there, four dragons took off flying. The biggest one...Kalistrox.

The Golden Ray was being mounted by his fierce rider, Daera, who was tightly held to her saddle while her silver mane flew on the winds. She leaded the way to Moondancer, Arrax and Vermax, mounted by Baela, Lucerys and Jacaerys, who followed doubtlessly the path of both older dragon and older rider.

Aemond opened his mouth with a gasp and walked fastly outside of his balcony, looking at her from as close as he could. His watered eye followed her with sweetness, while his lips curved with bitterness. He did not apart his gaze from her at any second, barely blinking, just wanting to memorize this image of her, wanting to painting it.

From her dragon, Daera turned around a side of her body, looking back while she quickly flied away with her siblings. Her nose sobbed, and her eyes shined, being able to see, for a brief second, a long straight white mane standing on one of the balconies. She drew an agitated smile on her face, breathless.

Aemond's lips trembled, with his eye full of tears, seeing how the dragon was every time farther. And Daera sighed, seeing how The Red Keep was becoming every time smaller.

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