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kckt88 · 11 months ago

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The Lost Dragon 2 - Gifted.

Summary:

Aemond and Vaelys worry when Vhalarr begins experiencing dragon dreams.

Warnings - Language, Prophecy, Dragon Dreams, Uncle/Niece Incest, Kissing, Lactation Kink, Smut - P in V, Multiple Orgasms, Mild Public Sex, Multiple Rounds.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x O.C -VAELYS TARGARYEN

Word Count: 5392

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

A.N - I used Gaia Mondadori for Sovia & Jarred Blakiston for Daevyn.

Tag List - @jasminecosmic99 @kaelatargaryen @yesterdayfeelings-blog @immyowndefender @0eessirk8 @darylandbethfanforever9

"Come on, Jace, say it," Vhalarr encouraged, his young voice filled with enthusiasm as he leaned closer to his uncle. "Say dragon. Dra-gon"

Jacaerys gurgled in response, his tiny hands reaching out to grasp at his stuffed dragon toy as he attempted to mimic Vhalarr’s words.

“Da-ba da-ba“ gurgled Jace as he stuffed the dragon toy in his mouth and began chewing it.

"Almost there-" Vaelys chimed in, her smile radiant as she watched her grandson and son interact.

“He drools a lot, Grandma” muttered Vhalarr.

“He’s got teeth growing-“ replied Vaelys as she wiped Jace’s chin with a small cloth.

“Mama said growing teeth hurts babes” said Vhalarr.

“She’s right it does-which is why your Grandpa slept in late this morning, he was up most of the night with Jace-“

“Grandma-look a butterfly” exclaimed Vhalarr at the butterfly resting on his hand.

“I see” replied Vaelys laughing softy as the butterfly moved and landed on Vhalarr’s nose.

“-I shall name her Gevia-because she’s so beautiful” whispered Vhalarr in awe.

“She is very beautiful and such a wonderful name too”.

“Aww no-Grandma she’s flying away” muttered Vhalarr sadly.

“She needs to fly free issa dōna-how about we see if we can put out some overripe fruits like oranges and bananas-so the butterflies will have plenty to eat”. (My sweet).

“Yes, I would like that -I like butterflies very much, my mama said they are lost loved ones coming back to say hello” replied Vhalarr.

“I’d like to agree with that” said Vaelys softly.

“She reminds me of great Grandma”.

“My mother? But she passed before you were born-” asked Vaelys curiously.

“-I dream of her, she’s so pretty-like you and mama. She was smiling and holding hands with great Grandpa” replied Vhalarr.

“-Oh that sounds lovely” gasped Vaelys.

“Uncle Jace was there too-he talks to me all the time in my dreams”.

“W-What does he say?” asked Vaelys.

“That I need to be a good boy and look after you and he’s sorry for leaving but he didn’t want you to lose Grandpa and be sad-“ said Vhalarr quietly.

“Jace-“ whispered Vaelys as the tears ran down her cheeks.

“I-I didn’t mean to upset you Grandma” said Vhalarr concerned as he took Vaelys’ hand.

“It’s ok sweet boy-they are happy tears. I promise” replied Vaelys.

“I-I don’t like the other man in my dreams” said Vhalarr quietly.

“What other man?” asked Vaelys curiously as she wiped the tears from her cheeks.

“The man with the hole in his neck-he says mean things about Grandpa”.

“Don’t worry about him-he can’t hurt you” urged Vaelys.

“I know-Uncle Jace scares him away-but there is another lady, I don’t know her, she looks a lot like great Grandma but she’s very sad and she has blood on her dress and a hole in her tummy-“

“Aemma” whispered Vaelys.

“Yes, that’s what my daughter will be called-“ muttered Vhalarr is amethyst eyes unfocused as he stared at the sky.

Before Vaelys could answer, Saeryna cheered excitedly "-Look, Grandma, I made one for Grandpa" she exclaimed, holding up the delicate chain of flowers for Vaelys to see.

Vaelys' eyes twinkled with pride as she admired her granddaughter's handiwork. "It's beautiful, Saeryna," she praised, reaching out to take the daisy chain from her. "I'm sure your Grandpa will love it”.

"Dada, dada!" exclaimed Jace, his voice filled with joy as he repeated the word over and over again.

Vaelys turned at the sound of her son's enthusiastic babbling and caught sight of Aemond approaching.

As Aemond settled beside them, Vhalarr and Saeryna erupted into a flurry of excitement, their faces lighting up with sheer delight. They launched themselves at their grandfather, enveloping him in a whirlwind of hugs,

"Grandpa!" Vhalarr exclaimed, his laughter bubbling over as he wrapped his arms tightly around Aemond's neck. "Grandpa, did you see the butterflies?" he exclaimed his voice filled with wonder as he pointed to the colourful insects flitting through the air.

Saeryna, not to be outdone, clung to Aemond's side, her eyes sparkling with joy as she showered him with affectionate kisses and excited shrieks of glee. “Look, Grandpa, look what I made" she exclaimed, thrusting a crumpled daisy chain into Aemond's hands with a proud grin.

“It’s beautiful-Vaelys is everything ok?” replied Aemond softly, his brow furrowed as he looked at Vaelys who had a strange expression on her face.

“I’ll tell you later-“ replied Vaelys.

Aemond nodded and turned his attention to a still drooling Jace who was also reaching for his father.

Vaelys' words sent a shiver down Aemond's spine, and he felt a cold knot tighten in the pit of his stomach.

"Jace-speaks to him?" Aemond's voice was barely a whisper.

Vaelys nodded solemnly, her expression mirroring Aemond's concern. "Yes, Vhalarr says he sees Uncle Jace in his dreams. But that’s not what concerns me-there's also the other man. The one with the hole in his neck."

Aemond's breath caught in his throat, and he closed his eye briefly, grappling with the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He knew all too well who Vhalarr was referring to—a phantom of the past that he longed to forget.

"The man with-" Aemond's voice trailed off, his thoughts drifting back to the day he had killed his own brother.

Vaelys reached out, her hand finding Aemond's, offering him silent comfort in the face of his pain. "It's alright, my love," she murmured softly, her eyes reflecting the depth of her understanding.

"Perhaps we should speak to Helaena," he suggested quietly, his eyes meeting Vaelys' with a mixture of apprehension and determination. "She's had experience with dragon dreams before. Maybe she can offer some insight into what Vhalarr is experiencing."

Vaelys nodded in agreement, her expression thoughtful. "Yes, that's a good idea," she replied, her voice soft with concern.

Aemond turned to Vaelys with a determined expression. "But first we should tell Sovia and Daevyn about Vhalarr," he said firmly. "They are his parents, after all."

“I agree, they can be there when we speak to-Helaena” exclaimed Vaelys softly as she spotted her good sister standing in the doorway with Sovia and Daevyn.

“I had a feeling you needed to speak to us” said Helaena.

“Y-Yes-it concerns Vhalarr” said Aemond.

“Is he ok?” asked Sovia in a panic.

“He’s fine-he’s with Daeron and the other children” urged Vaelys as she took her daughters hand.

“What’s going on?” asked Daevyn.

“Well-“ said Vaelys as she proceeded to explain what Vhalarr had been saying, about his dreams, with Sovia and Daevyn listening intently. Of course, Sovia herself was no stranger to having certain dreams but she’d long since grown out of it.

Obviously, she must have had the hope that Vhalarr would too, but in this instance that didn’t seem to be the case.

"Vhalarr is a very gifted dragon dreamer, there's no doubt about that," Helaena began, her voice gentle and reassuring. "But at his young age, it's natural for him to struggle with understanding the meaning of his dreams. As he grows older, he'll learn to interpret them more clearly."

Sovia and Daevyn exchanged a glance, a sense of relief washing over them at Helaena's words. "So, we shouldn't worry too much?" Daevyn asked, a note of hope in his voice.

Helaena smiled warmly. "No, not overly so," she replied. "Keep an eye on him, and of course be there to comfort him if he see’s things that distress him, but trust that he'll find his way with time. And if you ever need guidance or advice, you know where to find me."

“I’ll come with you-I need to check on Jacaerys” said Vaelys as she pressed a gentle kiss to Aemond’s cheek.

“Me too-it’s time for Vhalarr and Saeryna to bathe”

As Helaena, Vaelys and Sovia excused themselves and left the room, Daevyn turned to Aemond, his brow furrowed in thought. "Father," he began, "Do you think there's a link with the dragons? I mean, there are more dragons now than there ever have been, not since the days of Old Valyria”.

Aemond pondered the question for a moment, his gaze drifting towards the window where some of the dragons could be seen soaring high above. "It's possible," he admitted “Vhalarr is the youngest Targaryen in our history to ever claim a full grown dragon, not to mention who Caraxes previous rider was-Vaelys always said her father was really into his Valyrian histories, if only Daemon were here now”.

“He might not be-but didn’t mother keep his personal possessions. Maybe there’s something there?” suggested Daevyn.

“Good idea-I’ll speak to Vaelys and let you know” replied Aemond.

Vhalarr woke with a start, his tiny body trembling as tears streamed down his cheeks. "Cold men with blue eyes-" he whimpered; his voice choked with fear.

Sovia and Daevyn rushed to his side, their voices soft and soothing as they tried to calm him. "It's okay, Vhalarr, it was just a bad dream," Sovia reassured him, gently stroking his hair.

But Vhalarr's sobs only grew louder, and between gasping breaths, he cried out for his Grandpa. Daevyn didn’t need to be told twice and hurried off to fetch Aemond, who quickly came into the room, concern etched on his face.

As soon as Vhalarr saw his Grandpa, he launched himself into Aemond's arms, clinging to him tightly as he continued to cry.

Aemond cradled Vhalarr in his arms, his heart heavy with concern. "Shh, it's alright, little one," he murmured, gently rocking back and forth. "You're safe now,"

But Vhalarr continued to sob, his tiny frame trembling against Aemond's chest. "The cold men with blue eyes," he whimpered, his voice muffled by tears.

Aemond's brow furrowed with worry as he stroked Vhalarr's hair, his own voice soothing yet filled with concern. "Those are just bad dreams, Vhalarr. They can't hurt you; I promise. You're safe here with us."

Vhalarr clung to Aemond even tighter, seeking solace in his grandfather's embrace.

“I-I want to sleep with Grandma-“ muttered Vhalarr.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” asked Sovia.

“U-Uncle Jace-he said if I’m scared that I should hold Grandma’s hand, and she’ll keep me safe”.

“It’s ok sweetheart-you can go stay with Grandma” said Sovia as she pressed a kiss to her sons head.

“Sorry mama-“

“Hey-it’s ok. If that’s what makes you feel safe, then its fine-“ replied Sovia.

“Love you mama-daddy” whispered Vhalarr.

“We love you” said Daevyn as he ruffled his sons silver hair, nodding towards his own father in a silent thank you.

As they made their way to Vaelys and Aemond’s chambers, Vhalarr's hand tightly clasped in Aemond's, the young prince's anxiety began to ease.

When Vaelys opened the door, her expression was filled with concern as she saw Vhalarr's tear-streaked face. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" she asked, her voice gentle and soothing.

Vhalarr sniffled, looking up at his grandmother with pleading eyes. "Can I sleep with you, Grandma?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Vaelys' heart melted at the sight of her distressed grandson. "Of course, my love," she replied, opening her arms to him. "Come here."

Vhalarr rushed into Vaelys' embrace, clinging to her tightly as she wrapped him in her arms.

As he nestled into the warmth of her embrace, he felt a sense of security wash over him, knowing that his grandmother would keep him safe from any fear or danger.

Later that night when Vhalarr was fast asleep, Vaelys gently placed him in Aemond’s arms and went to her daughters chambers.

“Mother-what is it? is Vhalarr ok?” asked Sovia as she opened the door slowly, surprised to see her mother, not only her nightclothes but without a guard.

“He’s fine-I wanted to have a word with you actually” replied Vaelys, offering a small smile to Daevyn who appeared bleary eyed at the door.

“Ok, I’ll just grab my robe” muttered Sovia as walked away from the door and then reappeared a few moments later.

“Mother” questioned Daevyn rubbing his eyes.

“Go back to sleep son-this won’t take long” replied Vaelys softly.

Daevyn nodded and shuffled away from the door, no doubt heading back to bed.

“Let’s go to the council chambers, there’s something I need to show you” muttered Vaelys as she took her daughters arm.

Sovia and Vaelys walked through the darkened corridors of the Red Keep in silence, their hands clasped tightly together.

“Mother-your worrying me” whispered Sovia.

“It’s ok tala. Don’t fret-you’ll understand soon enough” replied Vaelys as she pushed open the wooden door to the council chambers (Daughter).

The room was mostly shrouded in darkness, the only source of light was one of the smaller braziers that had remained aflame.

“What I am about to tell you-I need you to have an open mind” said Vaelys.

“Ok-“

“It’s important that you know this, I had hoped to wait a few more years but after what Vhalarr said tonight, I realise now more than ever that now is the right time” said Vaelys.

“M-Mother” gasped Sovia.

“Our histories-they tell us that Aegon looked across the Blackwater from Dragonstone and saw a rich land ripe for the capture. But ambition alone is not what drove him to conquer. It was a dream”.

“A dream?” questioned Sovia.

“-Just as Daenys foresaw the end of Valyria, Aegon foresaw the end of the world of men. It will begin with a terrible winter gusting out of the distant North. Aegon saw absolute darkness riding on those winds. Whatever dwells within will destroy the world of the living. When this great winter comes, Sovia-all of Westeros must stand against it- if the world of men is to survive, a Targaryen must be seated on the Iron Throne”.

“I don’t understand-“ muttered Sovia.

“A King or Queen, strong enough to unite the realm against the cold and the dark. Aegon called his dream The Song of Ice and Fire. This secret-it’s been passed from King to heir since Aegon’s time. My mother told me, and now I’m telling you, when the time is right you will tell Vhalarr”.

“What about Daevyn?” asked Sovia.

“You may of course share the secret with your future consort King-but remember this you must honour and protect it” said Vaelys.

“Mother-what?” asked Sovia as she watched her mother unsheathe the dagger and hold the blade in the flame.

“This once belonged to Aegon the conqueror, but before that it belonged to Aenar Targaryen-as you know it was his daughter Daenys who foresaw the doom. Who the dagger belonged to before him, we do not know but the blade is a physical representation of the Song of Ice and Fire. Before Aegon's death, the last of the Valyrian pyromancers hid his song in the steel,"

Sovia took hold of the glowing dagger and stared at the High Valyrian glyphs carved into the blade, "From my blood come the Prince that was promised, and his will be the Song of Ice and Fire."

“The word Prince is used loosely, as you know that noun has no gender in high Valyrian” said Vaelys.

“I would say this is a lot to take in but given everything that’s happening with Vhalarr-“

“When your father was in exile, he met a red priestess in Volantis named Melisandre. She also spoke to him of the promised one, Daenerys jelmāzmo hen targārio lentrot” (Daenerys stormborn of House Targaryen).

“We know her name” exclaimed Sovia.

“From our blood, she will come-albeit many years from now” replied Vaelys.

“If the threat comes from the North-has anyone ever tried to investigate?”

“Do you remember the stories of good Queen Alysanne and her royal progress?” asked Vaelys.

“Yes-she attempted on three occasions to fly Silverwing beyond the Wall, but the dragon refused and veered south every time. Alysanne wrote to Jaehaerys that she was troubled by the fact that Silverwing refused to fly over the Wall, despite never refusing her commands previously”.

“There is something beyond the wall-something even the dragons don’t like and as much as it unnerves me to even think what it could be, the only thing we can do is ensure that the future of House Targaryen is secured, give our future descendants a chance” said Vaelys.

“I understand mother-“ said Sovia firmly.

“This is the fourth night in a row he’s had nightmares-isn’t there anything we can do for him” asked Sovia worriedly as she leaned into Daevyn’s embrace.

“We did initially think that Daemon might had some insights, but we searched through his possessions and found nothing” said Aemond.

“I’m worried-the only way he sleeps is if he’s with mother or Jacaerys” muttered Sovia.

“It’ll be ok, byka grēges. We’ll figure this out, I promise” said Aemond softly (Little bug).

“I know father, it’s just-he’s my son and-” sobbed Sovia, she had been a little on edge ever since her mother had told her of the Song of Ice and Fire and what it meant for the future of House Targaryen and the realm.

To know of something, that she would never bear witness too, was overwhelming, but to know her mother trusted her was to know her mother also believed in her, not just as a daughter but as her heir.

“It’s because he’s so young-he can’t understand, but he will in time” assured Helaena.

“H-How do you manage it?” asked Daevyn.

“I was alone for much of my youth-everyone thought I was mad, most nights I would dream of things that didn’t make sense and it wasn’t until Aemond brought Vaelys to the Red Keep that I finally found some clarity-“ replied Helaena.

“You never told me that” said Aemond quietly.

“At that time in our lives-there were many things going on, and I didn’t want to burden you further. As much as you hate yourself for what you did-bringing Vaelys to the Red Keep saved my children, it saved me, I know Aemond, what would have happened otherwise-Lucerys, the assassins, our house left in ruins“ uttered Helaena.

“Helaena I-“

“I cannot explain it-but there is something about Vaelys, something special-Vhalarr senses it too. It’s why he feels safe around her” said Helaena.

“So, your saying that the way to help Vhalarr is for him to be close to mother?” asked Sovia.

“Yes-at least until he gets older. At the moment he’s confused, he’s seeing future events intermingled with events from the past, he’s also dreaming of lost loved ones. Not to mention he keeps getting glimpses of an alternative life that will never come to pass-“

“It’s a lot for a child to deal with” said Aemond softly.

“Vhalarr will be fine-I’ve seen it. A fine King, sitting on the Iron Throne-his grandfathers crown upon his head, his Queen by his side and Jacaerys-err that’s probably not something I should go in to right now, but what matters most is that he will be ok” urged Helaena.

“Thank you-velma” said Sovia (Aunt).

“Your welcome” replied Helaena smiling as she was pulled to the side by Aemond.

“What was that about Jacaerys?” asked Aemond quietly.

“I’m not so sure I should tell you-as I don’t want you interfering, it’s important and it needs to happen” whispered Helaena.

“Just tell me-if it’s about my son then I need to know“ urged Aemond.

“Promise you’ll keep an open mind”.

“I promise” replied Aemond pursing his lips.

“Fine-“ exclaimed Helaena as she leaned forward and began whispering in Aemond’s ear.

“WHAT?” yelled Aemond.

“You promised-“ snapped Helaena.

“Are you being serious or is this like the time when you told me that you lost one of your spiders and then wouldn’t speak to me for a week because you said I’d accidently eaten it-even though I’m pretty sure I would know if I ate a spider”.

“You did eat Charlotte and that’s not the point-I’m being very serious right now. As I said before there is something special about Vaelys, but there is also something special about Jacaerys, Vhalarr is going to need him when he has children-his first born daughter will inherit the ability to dream,” said Helaena.

“Thats fair enough but the other stuff-I mean really” snarked Aemond.

“Yes really-who are we to judge how other people find their happiness, we should embrace all forms of love-“ replied Helaena.

“And his future wife is going to be ok with it?”

“Of course-sometimes she’ll even join-

“NO-No not listening-lalalalala” said Aemond sticking his fingers in his ears.

“Gods honestly, your nine and thirty stop acting like a child” snapped Helaena folding her arms across her chest.

“Make me” quipped Aemond.

Aemond leaned against the doorframe, a soft smile playing on his lips as he watched the tender scene unfolding before him. Vaelys' voice was a gentle melody, soothing and calming as she sang to their son. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow over the room, illuminating her features in a soft, ethereal light.

He felt a swell of love and admiration for her, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the woman who had given him so much.

“Drakari pykiros, Tīkummo jemiros, Yn lantyz bartossa, Saelot vāedis” (Fire breather, winged leader, but two heads, to a third sing).

“Perzyro udrȳssi, Ezīmptos laehossi, Hārossa letagon, Aōt vāedan” (With words of flame, with clear eyes, to bind the three, to you I sing).

“Hae mērot gierūli:, Se hāros bartossi, Prūmȳsa sōvīli, Gevī dāerī” (As one we gather, and with three heads, we shall fly as we were destined, beautifully, freely).

Vaelys tenderly lifted Jacaerys from her chest, cradling him in her arms as she moved towards the cradle. With practiced care, she gently lowered him into the soft bedding, ensuring he was nestled comfortably. Tucking the blanket around him snugly, she leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

"Sleep well, my sweet,"

Vaelys paused, her gaze softening as she looked at Vhalarr, sleeping peacefully in the bed beside Jacaerys' cradle. She couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in her heart at the sight of her grandson, his little chest rising and falling with each gentle breath.

Quietly, she stepped closer to Vhalarr, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. With a tender smile, she whispered, "Sweet dreams, brave little dragon," before turning away, leaving the nursery bathed in the soft glow of moonlight.

As soon as they entered their chambers, Aemond wrapped his arms around Vaelys, his voice a soft whisper in her ear. "Do you know how much I love you?" he murmured, his words filled with sincerity and affection.

Vaelys smiled softly, feeling the warmth of Aemond's embrace. "Perhaps you should remind me," she whispered back, her voice carrying a playful tone as she looked up at him with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

“I want you” muttered Vaelys as she began undoing the buckles on Aemond’s leather jerkin.

“Are you sure?” asked Aemond.

“Yes. Take me husband. I want to feel you inside me” gasped Vaelys as she quickly pulled off the rest of Aemond’s clothes.

Unable to wait any longer, Aemond hooked his hands under Vaelys’ arms and tossed her on the bed.

Vaelys squealed playfully as she bounced on the opulent mattress.

“You’re entirely overdressed" growled Aemond, pouncing on his wife.

Vaelys squealed again, as Aemond quickly wrestled her out of her clothes.

Aemond then took hold of Vaelys’ wrists and held them up over her head, lying on top of her.

Vaelys arched up into him, pressing against Aemond’s naked body.

“So, you want to play" purred Aemond, before running his tongue along his wife’s neck.

Aemond felt Vaelys shiver beneath him and he smirked.

Aemond then descended on Vaelys’ swollen lips, kissing her, while his hands roamed her soft naked body.

His hands gently caressing his wife’s milk swollen breasts.

Aemond released Vaelys’ mouth and bent down to lick her nipples, he couldn’t contain his excitement as he went back and forth between his wife’s wonderful, enlarged breasts that nourished their son.

“Oh” muttered Vaelys as she flung her arms over her face, as pearly white liquid began to leak from her breasts, running down her body in rivulets.

“Do not feel embarrassed Issa jorrāelagon” whispered Aemond (My love).

Aemond ran his tongue over the milk that had dripped from his wife’s rosy nipples and delighted in the sweetened taste.

“Hmm” moaned Aemond as he continued to lick and suck his wife’s breasts.

“A-Aemond” gasped Vaelys.

“You won’t be feeding our son for much longer. Surely you would not deprive me Issa dōna ābrazȳrys? Your mother’s milk tastes delicious” muttered Aemond softly (My sweet wife).

Vaelys was arching her back, trying to rub herself against Aemond which he didn't allow.

Playing with her breasts not only made Aemond very happy but was driving Vaelys totally crazy.

After a few minutes, Vaelys was writhing for him and Aemond slid further down her body, spreading her thighs further apart, so he could get a good look at his sought-after prize.

“Such a pretty cunny-" breathed Aemond as he ran the flat of his tongue up Vaelys’ soaked slit, from bottom to the top, tasting her.

“Oh, my god” moaned Vaelys her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“That’s it Issa dōna. Let me hear you” (My sweet).

“YES! It feels so good. Don’t stop. Aemond. Please” begged Vaelys.

"Delicious" purred Aemond as he began lapping at Vaelys, running his tongue along every fold.

"More" panted Vaelys. "Please. I need more”.

Aemond inserted two fingers, sliding them in and out of her slick wet folds.

“Oh, fuck" whimpered Vaelys; her chest heaving.

Vaelys was giving off a slew of loud swear words, moans, and pleas, that anyone passing their chambers would surely hear.

Aemond’s fingers were soaking wet as they continued to pump in and out of her tight heat.

“I can’t wait to get my cock inside you. I don’t want to wait any longer, come for me” moaned Aemond.

Gods he was so hard, it was almost painful.

Finally, he felt Vaelys’ inner walls start to flutter around his fingers, squeezing them. Vaelys’ back arched taut as a bow and she screamed her release.

Aemond pumped slowly and lapped at his wife whilst she came. Soon her tense body went slack and pliant.

“I need you NOW!!”

Aemond couldn't wait any longer. He surged up and ploughed his hard cock into Vaelys’ soaked cunt.

"AEMOND!" shouted Vaelys, her eyes popping open from her post-orgasm haze.

"You feel so good" rasped Aemond.

"Fuck me, Aemond" urged Vaelys, her tone bordering on desperate as she thrust her hips upward towards his.

Aemond chuckled and bit down lightly on a nipple, making Vaelys moan and squirm.

He started to thrust slowly, trying to prolong the feel of his wife squeezing his cock.

"Faster, Aemond" begged Vaelys.

"Patience, Issa zaldrīzes” chided Aemond as he ran his nose up Vaelys’ neck (My dragon).

“Yes, Aemond, just like that-" panted Vaelys.

Her hands ran over his arms, over his shoulders, and down his back. Her nimble fingers mapped his back muscles and then went down to his arse and gripped him, her nails digging into his flesh - pressing him into her harder.

“Gods, Vaelys" grunted Aemond, speeding up slightly.

"Fuck me, Aemond" whispered Vaelys "Fuck me with that big, cock of yours. You feel so good inside me, filling me up. Give me what I need”.

Aemond knew exactly what Vaelys was doing, but he couldn’t help himself.

Vaelys wanted faster and he was going much faster now. His pace had increased with every filthy word that dropped from his wife’s luscious lips.

Now he was quickly thrusting in and out, shaking the bed, the headboard banging loudly against the wall.

Vaelys was meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Aemond! I’m going to come. Oh, fuck!” screamed Vaelys; not caring if anyone could hear them.

Vaelys always looked amazing when she came. Her head thrown back in pleasure, her amethyst eyes alive with lust, and her pale skin shining with sweat.

Vaelys clamped down around Aemond’s cock so hard he could hardly move. That, combined with how glorious Vaelys looked, pushed Aemond over the edge, the heat shooting across his abdomen.

“God. Vaelys” groaned Aemond as he exploded. His cock throbbing and twitching as he spilled his seed inside his wife’s wet heat.

It took a good while for Aemond to regain his senses.

His wife was laid underneath him completely blissed out; their sweaty bodies pressed together.

Gods how he loved that moment after sex where he was still inside his wife, his face pressed against her chest just listening to her heartbeat.

Then a distinctive knock at the door, broke him out of his reverie.

“Are you fucking kidding me-“ groused Aemond.

"Relax, my love-you may come in Ceci" said Vaelys soothingly, as she gently ran a hand through his messy hair.

As Ceci entered, Vaelys swiftly pulled a loose sheet over the two of them, concealing their naked bodies.

Aemond who remained silent, couldn’t help the flare of arousal that shot through him and the thought of someone else being in the room when he was still cock deep in his wife.

Ceci, the trusted handmaiden, approached with a cup of moontea in hand. She seemed oblivious to the awkwardness of the situation as she addressed Vaelys who quietly gasped as she felt Aemond growing hard inside of her.

"Forgive the interruption, Your Grace," Ceci said respectfully, offering the cup of moontea to Vaelys. "But I thought you might want this before retiring for the night."

"Thank you, Ceci," she replied, her tone warm yet reserved. "You may leave it on the nightstand."

Ceci complied, placing the cup on the nearby nightstand before retreating from the room with a discreet bow.

As the door closed behind her, Aemond withdrew all but the tip of his cock from Vaelys before he surged forward.

"You're incorrigible, you know that?" teased Aemond, his voice a low murmur.

Vaelys met his gaze with a mischievous glint in her eyes, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "You enjoyed it-" she replied, her tone laced with amusement.

“Hmmm” growled Aemond as he started thrusting hard and fast.

Relentless and deep.

Aemond felt Vaelys’ hips moving against his. The both of them in perfect rhythm.

Vaelys wrapped her arms tightly around her husband’s neck as he slammed into her again and again.

Harder. Deeper. Faster.

All of Vaelys’ self-control was long gone. Both husband and wife were completely lost in the moment, gripping onto each other.

Vaelys was soon on the edge as she begged for more. Aemond could feel Vaelys clenching around him.

“That’s it my sweet. Be good for me. I know you can”.

Aemond again removed all but the tip of his penis from inside Vaelys, gently teasing his sweet mewling wife.

Vaelys writhed against him, trying to impale herself on him.

"Please. Aemond. Don’t tease me. I want all of you" whimpered Vaelys.

Aemond surged forward. Slow and deep strokes. All the way in, and all the way out. Slow and steady, every inch sliding deep inside his wife.

Vaelys’ amethyst eyes revealed just how desperate she was for him and Aemond loved it.

He loved watching Vaelys struggle to keep her composure. He wanted to drive her crazy with desire.

Vaelys screamed Aemond’s name as he pounded into her.

Aemond’s eye alight as she fell apart, watching as another peak tore through her.

“I love that I can make you come over and over again. It feels so good”.

Aemond didn't give Vaelys time to recover this time. Instead, he dove into her. Burying himself in Vaelys’ tight wet heat completely.

Again and again, he thrust into her, their sweaty bodies colliding. He slammed himself against Vaelys as she whimpered nonsensically. Lost in the moment.

"Aemond! Oh, Aemond” screamed Vaelys as she felt his cock throbbing inside her.

"YES” groaned Aemond loudly.

With that, he thrust into Vaelys one final time, shoving his cock deep.

Vaelys’ entire body pulsated with euphoria as she clenched tightly around her husband.

Aemond threw his head back and moaned loudly as he exploded deep inside Vaelys.

“A-Aemond” gasped Vaelys.

“Hmm”

“You-Your amazing” said Vaelys smiling.

“As are you my love” replied Aemond, his voice slightly muffled, his face buried in his wife’s neck.

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