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the-common-cowgirl · 7 months

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Greater of Two Evils

Summary: Your brother is a powerful man and so is Aemond Targaryen. You’re caught as a pawn between the two men. You have to chose between two evils and unfortunately for you, you chose wrong.

Rating: Explicit, Minors Do NOT Read, 18+

Word Count: 4.3k

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: DD;DNE, Non-Con/Dub-Con, Choking, Rough Sex, smut (p in v, fingering, oral sex (f receiving) jealousy , possessiveness, incest-y vibes from brother, unwanted creampie, breeding kink, coercion, mentions of birth control/emergency contraception not being allowed/available to reader, Aemond wants reader pregnant, men being dicks, degration, praise, Capitalism and the Elite, swearing

A/N: This is a spite fic dedicated my first hate comment. I hope you wait even longer now. 💋

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Your brother was a powerful man. One of the most powerful in Westeros. Many say he didn’t deserve his position, both of you coming from near nothing, but your brother was born with a gift your parents would often say was a “creative and hungry mind.” He was 10 years old when he started a small lawn care business in the Riverlands that grew to a full-fledged company at 14 he (and your parents due to his age) ran. At 16, he sold that company, got an internship at River’s Corp. When he freshly graduated University in Oldtown as the top of his class, giving a speech that would be remembered as one of the best speeches Oldtown Univeristy had ever the opportunity of hearing, he asked if you would like to move to Dorne with him, get out of the Riverlands and have an opportunity at Sunspear University. Seeing the chance at freedom and knowing your brother would most likely be paying for your schooling (since he had just been offered a high ranking position at Sunspear Industries) you took his offer and moved in with him a week after you graduated high school in the Riverlands.

That was three years ago. Your brother is now CFO of Rhoynar Industries and you’re in your third year of University at Sunspear studying Political Science. When you first moved in with your brother, the first two months were happy and spent everyday in your high-rise apartment’s swimming pool. But your brother had changed, or maybe, he was finally able to let his true self free during his college days as many young adults often do and his personality shift just took you longer to notice. His controlling behavior started innocent, nagging at your to keep the house tidy, then turning into commenting on what you wore out, turning into full blown comments about your appearance, weight, hair color. He made you dye your hair color black, to match his own natural color. Long gone were your auburn waves but you didn’t notice it then, well you did, but you weren’t as disturbed by it. Telling yourself he wanted you to look the part of perfect sister.

But then, halfway through your first semester, he told you that your Early Education major wasn’t good enough for him. He demanded you change it and when you tried to argue, he simply took your laptop, reminding that he bought it, and emailed your academic advisor that you’d like to change your major and wanted to meet with them first thing tomorrow morning.

That should’ve been the straw that broke the camel’s back, you should’ve left that night. Packed your things and went back home to the Riverlands; be with your parents.

I’m every aspect of your life, you always fell short of the greatness of your brother: courage was not exempt.

That next morning, you went with puffy eyes to your advisor’s office and changed your major, dropping out of your current courses and signing up for secondary 8-week courses for your new major that would, in your brother’s words “thankfully start next week.”

You could easily summarize your life in Dorne these past few years: the Seven Hells.

All of this leads you to this moment. Your brother and you were invited to King’s Landing by the head of Targ Corp for an annual celebration they held for their most loyal alliance corporations. It was easy, your brother and his team of associate executives played a simple game: play nice with each other and keep everyone else from rising above. Being around these people made you want to vomit. These posh-assholes were some of the most dangerous and hateful people you’d ever laid eyes on, all wrapped in clothing that were one of their low-level employee’s entirely yearly salary. You didn’t want to be here, not a single bit, but your brother held the carrot stick of Univeristy tuition and free-housing over your head so you played along like the good sister you were expected to be.

You had just gotten out of the shower when you brother came barging into your hotel room without knocking, holding a garment bag.

“Hey!” You shouted, covering your naked self with a towel, “Can you knock next time?” You briefly wondered how he had gotten in, you made sure you locked it twice, then you saw the keycard he had kept for your room sliding back into his pant pocket.

“Wear this tonight,” he disregarded your fluster and laid the garment bag down on the bed you were sitting on.

Your brows furrowed, looking at your own brother with trepidation. He knew you had brought one of the black dresses you had picked out a month ago and he had agreed to it then. Why had he changed his mind so suddenly?

You slowly opened the bag to reveal a dark green, dress that showed off entirely too much skin than you were comfortable with around these vampires.

You began to shake your head, “No, I don’t want to wear this one. It’s cold out and I want to wear the black, long sleeve one I-“

You were cut off with a harsh hand grabbing your jaw.

“Wear it or we’ll see how long you can pay for that expensive schooling on your own.” He spat into your face harshly.

Once he let go, you brought your hand up to rub at your jaw where there might be bruises now. Your skin was sore and your bone ached. “You know what, maybe I don’t want to even get this degree. Maybe I’ll move back in with mom and dad and just fucking live my own life again.”

As you sat on the bed angrily with tears of resentment brimming your eyes, you could feel your brother’s stare on you, boring holes into everything he deemed imperfect about you.

“Do this for me,” his voice was softer, “And I’ll give you anything you want.”

You finally looked up to him, disbelief in your eyes.

He kneeled to reach your eye level, you wrapped the towel around you tighter, “There is a man here I need you to impress. Do this for me and I’ll give you anything you want. I mean it.” His hand came up to brush your nude knee, you moved away instinctively.

You swallowed your unease. “What’s his name?” Your voice was so small.

He smiled at your acceptance, if you willing to work with him on something, if you giving in. “Aemond Targaryen,” he stood, returning to his business-like self. “He’s the son of the CEO, Visery’s. Aemond is a year older than me and he’s in politics. We-“ he paused, smiling at a memory, “We met in University…..He never really liked me.” He looked to you, “He’s the last legislator we need on our side for this deal that Roynar Industries and Targ Corp. are working up.”

“He’s against Targ. Corp?” You sounded flabbergasted, wondering why a Targaryen, the most infamously loyal family in the country, is an against his family’s own interests.

Your brother nodded and laughed, “Yeah, he fucking hates his dad.” He chuckled to himself some more before, “I just need you to win him to my side.”

You heard the implication and you skin began to crawl, stomach turning, “You seriously want me to fuck him?”

Your brother shook his head and chuckled as if you were crazy, “Just win him to our side.” He walked up to you again, towering over you as you sat, uneasily at the edge of the bed. He raised a hand and tapped the side of your head three times, “Use that political science knowledge I paid for.”

And then he left, making you feel like a tool.

You dressed yourself in the green gown, put on simple yet elegant makeup, and wore your dyed black hair up with a silver sun pin that your brother had picked out in his words, “to honor Roynar Industries.” You only felt branded.

Making your way down into the large event room of the hotel in which Targ Corp had set up for the celebration, you were handed a glass of something in a flute glass. The waiter had told you, in truth, but you were too nervous and occupied with looking elegant that you hadn’t really heard.

You spotted your brother across the event space standing with someone Martel from Roynar Industries that has offered for you to go ride on his yacht with him at least three times. Then you could see he was with some silver haired man, probably from Targ Corp. The Targaryens were known for their loyalty, ruthlessness and silver hair. Targ Corp. was the most powerful company in Westeros, they had their hand in everything and could turn anyone’s head the way they wanted. Coming it second was Roynar Industries and the old saying, “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer,” was prevalent in the relationship with the two corporations. They worked together in most large projects in Westeros and you knew the each of them was waiting for the other to fall.

You walked the perimeter of the event, scanning the crowd for someone you knew or the person you were after. Although, you had heard Aemond Targaryen’s name before you had no idea what he looked like. You used your context clues though and assumed he had silver hair, he was probably tall and lean like all Targaryen men are and most likely flirtatious.

“Great,” you breathe, remembering a girl from Sunspear a few years ago that recalled a horrible relationship with an older man by the name of “Aegon Targaryen.” One in which he not only expected sex from her, he cheated when she refused. You briefly wondered how Aemond was related to this Aegon.

“Are you looking for me?” A deep, soft voice sounded beside your ear. You stopped dead in you tracks and turned like a scared bunny to the stranger.

The stranger. The silver haired stranger who checked nearly all your boxes for the stranger you were searching for. Had he been right?

You gathered your composure quickly, “And you are?”

“I’m assuming the man you’re looking for if you’re his sister,” he pointed behind you to your brother who was not chatting up a dark haired lady and a curly haired man with a cane.

You gave a quick, nervous laugh and stuck out your hand, “Nice to meet you, Aemond. I’m Y/N.”

Aemond looked down at your outstretched hand between the two of you, his his eye flicked up to you. You realized then, only one moved, however, the other, the one that intercepts his scar, is quite realistic. He ran his fingers slowly across your palm before grasping it gently but not shaking. The act was sensual and strange, you tried to pull away but he quickly snaked his hand up your arm and wrapped his large hand around your bicep, pulling you closer to him. He leaned in, “Aren’t you tired of being a pawn for your brother?”

You pulled back to look at him square in the face, at his perfect, angular face that was so sharp. “What the fuck do you mean?” You whispered, wondering what all he knew and how.

“I think you know exactly what I mean.” He whispered into your ear. If you had not been in the edge of the event, you two would be quite a spectacle to behold but someone, this man, this stranger, had planned this. He had to. You were both in the shadows, the outskirts, not to be seen unless looked for and Gods, you hoped someone would look for you. He made you uneasy, uncomfortable, and warm in places you shouldn’t be given the circumstance of your situation. He looked down to your cleavage, “Tell me, did he pick out this dress? This color?”

You furrowed your brows, trying to figure out how Aemond knew this. “Wha-“

“Did he tell you that him and his colleagues have a bet if we’ll fuck tonight or not?”

You looked back to your brother who was laughing with some of his associates from Roynar Industries. “How do you-“

“I have eyes and ears everywhere, I’m two steps ahead of him and always have been. He has such a problem being number two doesn’t he?” His voice was thick with hatred and his grip on your arm was bruising.

“Get the fuck off of me!” You just about screamed, pushing from Aemond. He let go and took a step back, look at you up and down. He resembled a wild predator, maybe that’s what he was. You smoothed your dress, “Fuck you, you stupid bitch,” you spat angrily, adjusting a strap of your dress. “I was just told to be friendly with you. I’m not a sex worker you ass! I wouldn’t fuck you in a million years.” You downed the alcoholic liquid in the glass before setting it on the ground at your feet. Aemond only watched you with a newfound amusement. It made you angrier. “I’m only helping my brother out until I graduate then it’s fuck this place, fuck Westeros and most of all….” You looked him up and down, finally realizing that he was goddamn handsome, dangerously so, if his personality wasn’t so off-putting, “fuck you.”

You stormed away before he could say anything back. You didn’t want to be here anymore, you wanted to return to your room and cry into your pillow until you fell asleep. You were angry and hurt. How could your brother set you up like this? How could a complete stranger be so fucking brash and horrible? How could you be so stupid to believe your brother’s hunger for power would never come to this? Setting you up for his own benefit?

You’re certain your brother saw you in your way out of the venue, he always has tabs on you, but you knew he wouldn’t rush to your aid or to scrutinize you in front of people he wanted to look good for.

You slam your hotel room door and sink against it, hands over your face, crying on the floor. You sit like that for some time before a knock vibrates against your back and rings in your ears.

“Go away,” you try to say through sobs.

The knock comes again.

“I said go away!” Your shout this time is uncomely for a young woman you could hear your brother say in your head but you don’t care.

“It’s Aemond,” come the voice from the other side of the door.

The raises a fire in your heart as you angrily fling the door open to see the posh, pissy man from before. Mascara is running down your cheeks and your hair is falling out of its updo but you don’t care. “Go away,” you remind him dangerously, beginning to slam the door he puts his foot in the way and hand stopping you from breaking his foot ever so casually.

He pushes the door open with ease and steps into the room, making you step back and further. “We both have a problem and I’m here to propose a deal.”

Your brow quirks and your arms cross, “A deal?”

“A deal,” he echos. “I propose that you and I team up, I’ll offer you whatever he did, you offer me information to take your brother down and out.” He takes another step toward you and you take a step back in response, feeling the back of your legs hit the bedside.

“Why would I agree to that? I’m already getting my college paid for and a place to stay during. Why would I agree to everything I have in turn for you to ruin my brother? He’s horrible but I still love him.” You shook your head, “He’s done a lot for me-“

“I can offer more.” He moved in closer, making you lean uncomfortably against the bed.

“I don’t know you-“

“I will offer you more. You can get to know me, we can form a partnership. A friendship you could call it.” His voice was suggestive.

“Your offer of more is a friendship? I don’t need-“

“I can fuck you, can he?”

His words slapped you across the face. “What?” You mumbled like a dumb baby, confused and shocked. Maybe a little turned on.

Aemond brought his hands up your side and pushed you down to sit on the bed, he kneeled down and kissed the inside of your knee. Everything felt so wrong but he looked so goddamn handsome, you wanted it even if you said you wouldn’t fuck him.

“They have a bet, they want us to fuck.” He explained, “Let’s do it, prove we are into each other. You feed me information on him and the legalities of Roynar Industries.” He kissed your other thigh, you leaned back slightly involuntarily, it had been so long since a man had touched you, your brother wouldn’t allow you to date. “And I’ll slowly give you an out.”

Your breath hitched as his long, slender hand reached under your silky dress and trailed its way toward your core. “Slowly?” You questioned him breathlessly as his his thumb found your clothed clit on contact and began working against it. You could feel wetness pooling as he worked you open and your thighs began to move accommodate him as he moved closer and his other hand slid the dress higher and higher.

“Yeah sweetling, it’ll start with dates, then you staying at my flat in King’s Landing, then moving in.” Your dress was high enough to show off the lacy, black panties you wore and Aemond groaned, making you clench and buck your hips up to meet his ministrations.

“Sounds-sound like,” you were breathless and drunk on the attention he was giving you, “you want more than a fucking spy.” You fully laid back and lifted your hips so Aemond could pull your panties down your legs and off.

He ran a dexterous finger though your folds and watched it disappear into you with ease as you moaned. “Yeah maybe,” his voice was husky, “maybe I like putting your brother in his place. Second to Aemond fucking Targaryen. Always has been, always will be.”

He added a second finger, moving dangerously against your g-spot and the coil in your lower abdomen began to tighten. You lifted your back off the bed in a silent scream as he added a third finger and his mouth sucking at your clit. The intense and sudden pleasure gave way to a sharp, nearly painful orgasm and Aemond fucked you right through it.

When the wave of pressure came down, Aemond lapped at the wetness he expelled from you on your cunt and on his own fingers, moaning at the taste.

You laid on your back, trying to regain your senses and trying to remind yourself you were fucking a complete stranger, you should stop here before it was too late but you snapped out of your senses as he rose, half nude already and unzipping his black dress pants, pulling them and his underwear off in one swipe to reveal the longest, thickest cock you’d ever seen. The idea of taking such a thing inside you made you nearly swell with pride and excitement at the opportunity.

Aemond saw the look on your face and gave his hard cock a quick stroke. “Are you on birth control?”

You shook your head, “He wouldn’t let me, said the side effects are too dang-“

“Well I don’t have a condom,” he said, climbing atop you and pushing you up the bed, not giving you a choice, another reason to get the fuck out now. “I’m clean,” he offered before biting your collarbone then kissing the bite mark.

“I’m-I’m clean.” The voices in your head telling you to get out now.

He moved to the other side of your head and kissed your neck sensually, “You want me to fuck you raw?” Practically growling into your artery as he thrust the tip of his hard cock to your clit, making it harder and harder to say no.

“Uh, just, uh, pull out?” You squeaked as he did it again. You just wanted the fucking thing in you already, stretching you out in the way you wanted.

You felt his smile against your skin, “sure thing sweetling,” it sounded unconvincing.

You felt the tip breach you slowly then push forward even slower. Aemond raised to watch himself split you apart, groaning as you pussy sucked him in with a need unknown to you.

When he finally bottomed out, jutting painfully against your cervix he gave you a sound to adjust and gods, was he fucking endowed. You felt his cock throbbing with need and you wanted to please him, to let him know you were worthy so you bucked you hips against his and let out a moan at how fucking full you felt.

He only chuckled darkly and began his rough assault on your cunt. Pounding without warning or abandon into your heat, pushing your thighs to your chest and bending you in half, positioning you in a way that had him hitting your spot over and over until were moaning his name and your pussy began to flutter.

“Slow-slow down,” you pleaded, it felt like too much.

“Oh, poor little sister can’t fucking take it?” He once slammed extra hard after his demeaning question, it made you shriek. “Poor baby,” he wiped a tear forming in your eye with a sarcastic worry. “She played with the big dogs and didn’t know what she’s in for-“ he grunted, “you should be lucky I’m not fucking you in the ass.”

He pulled your dress down, ripping the shoulder straps to reveal you tits. Smiling like a wild man, he grasped them both harshly before sticking his tongue out and licking each nipple back and forth, making you squirm and tighten around him. “Fuck,” he groaned.

Then, as if a lightbulb went off, he pulled out and flipped you over, pulling you to your knees and ripping your dress and destroyed bra from your body. He entered you harshly again and pulled your back to his chest. His mouth on your ear, nibbling then biting, “I need to make you mine. Announce your brother who you belong to- who owns you now.”

His hand traveled down your belly to the bulge of his cock outlined in your lower stomach. “Do you feel me? Do you feel me up there? Feel me practically in your womb?”

You could, it was painful the way he bullied your cervix but the way he pleasured your sweet spot made you clench and fight off an orgasm that waited to burst.

He laughed into your ear, “Fuck, cum on this cock, I know you need to. Come on me and I’ll give you what you need.”

What the fuck did he mean what you need?

But that didn’t matter, he brought his hand to play with your clot as his pounding continued and you couldn’t fight off the orgasm anymore. Your body tightened and the coil snapped, pulsing around his cock, milking it, you screamed his named and he pinched your nipples as you came on his cock.

I’m your haze, he slowly let you fall to to bed as your ass remained up, his hands firmly handing you in place. “Such a good girl. A better girl than I’d thought you’d be. Oh, a perfect girl for me.” His pounding was relentless as he chase his own high.

You barely registered him saying, “Oh gods, we’ll be perfect together,” before you felt him still behind you, then the pulsing of his cock as warmth flooded you. He let out a groan, a triumphant groan, as he came inside you.

A shaking sob left you as you realized you’d been tricked, betrayed again, used again.

He stayed inside you for some time before pulling his softened cock out and putting on his clothes. You collapsed onto the bed, feeling the evidence of his orgasm slowly slide from your body. You grabbing the pillow ahead of you and hid your face in it. That was, until you felt his hand caress your nude back and the bed shift with the weight of him sitting beside you.

“Hey sweetheart, it’s okay. Don’t cry. I need to know you’re gonna remember our agreement.”

You furrowed your brows, “Fuck you, there is no agreement anymore. You lied to me.”

Aemond chuckled and pushed a strand of hair from your face, “Think of it as the lesser of two evils. Marry me and have everything you’d ever wanted or keep being a pawn for your brother.”

“You’re nuts if you think I’d marry you after a single fuck.”

He looked back down to your thighs, where his seed slowly seeped out, then back to you with a smug grin. “I think your brother would kill you if it was all over the press that you suddenly fell pregnant and unwed. We all know he’s a religious freak now.”

You furrowed your brows, “I’m buying emergency contraceptive as soon as you leave this room.”

He chuckled, “I’m not leaving then.”

“Who said I’ll get pregnant anyway?” You were angry, so angry you couldn’t make sense of his hand sneaking up your neck, holding it tightly.

“My father owns the press. If they say you are, then you are. Imagine what your mother would think, your father? Oh, your reputation would be ruined and your brother would be embarrassed of you.” He grit through his teeth, “And I’ll have people watch you, I already do. They give me updates, they follow you, they’ll know, I’ll know if you are. And then,” he let go of your neck, “You won’t have a choice. I won’t give you one.”

“You’re a fucking psycho.”

He chuckled, running his fingers along your arm, “I’m the easy choice. I’ll give you everything, just give me yourself.”

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spoolsofgreenspoolsofblack · 2 months

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aemond loves to watch you. aemond watches you dress, undress, bathe, and even do mundane chores. Do you know about this? He hopes not...

(18+) minors dni, you will be blocked.

warnings: smut, rough sex, squirting, fingering, aemond whimpering a lil, the reader is helaenas twin sister, perv!aemond, the reader a seductress lowkey. biting, public teasing, snarling YES he snarls. heavy breeding kink.

first time I've written on Tumblr in like 4 years, enjoy babes x (this sucks but the fandom is dying)

Aemond was a man of honor, duty, and sacrifice. He never strayed far from his morals.

But when he found the passages that led throughout the red keeps walls, he couldn't resist.

He had shuffled throughout the walls, begging to hear something, anything valuable. He had no clue as to what room he had stopped at to take a breath. But he found out shortly after his queries when he heard soft whimpers, his imagination trailed far, but he reigned it in, conforming to his expectations.

He pushed off the wall, his dragon-riding boots making null noise as he steadily walked towards the sound. The whimpers transformed into moans as he urged himself closer, there he spotted you, from a hole big enough for his remaining eye to see you; rolling your hips into your dainty fingers. Aemond almost felt bad, how unsatisfactory your small fingers must be for you.

It wasn't until your head fell back that Aemond grew.. hard.

Your eyes rolled back as you rode your fingers to completion, crying out as you squirted everywhere. Aemond couldn't believe what he was seeing, Who knew Helaena's twin was everything she wasn't.

And so, his obsession began. His visits had no pattern, but every time he'd visit; you would be ready and halfway to orgasming, or you'd be getting dressed/undressed, or bathing. It wasn't until a whole two moons after his first visit that he realized the synchrony of it all, as if you knew he was there...

His worries were pushed away as you opened your milky thighs, glancing in his direction. He blinked, then blinked again. You couldn't know he was there, Right?

Then as if you answered him, you pushed yourself onto your knees sliding two of your fingers into your wet cunt. Aemond's breathing hitched as his hands fell to his belt buckle, as his hands undid the belt, your hands moved faster; your whimpers of ecstasy turned into full moans.

It wasn't until he was pumping his cock he realized that you were moaning his name like a whore. He let out a quiet whimper as your fingers moved faster, his hand wrapped around his cock as he gently stroked. A pang of fear struck him as he looked back up, your eyes on his as your fingers moved in and upwards; searching for that spot.

Aemond wasn't exactly quiet with his advances on you, and after the first time he had seen you bare, you searched the walls; tapping like a madman until you found a small crack shaped almost perfectly for him to peek through. So you let him. And as your eyes met you bent your neck to the side with a final call of his name, "Aemond!" You wantonly moaned, your thighs shook as they clenched around your wrist.

Aemond couldn't last after that display, his hand tightened at the base of his cock. His cum, literally, painting the walls.

His heavy breathing rendered him unable to look up, for if he had he would have seen you staring directly at him. Your eyes were half-lidded as your chest moved hastily.

Dinner that evening was.. awkward to say the least. "So, sister... Mother told me she's planning your betrothal.." Aegon teased, Helaena sat beside him; head down fiddling with her fingers. You sat on the other side of Hel, and Aemond sat beside you, at the head of the table.

Your doe-eyes flittered between your mother, Alicent, and your eldest brother. "Oh?" Alicent looked peeved at Aegon's incessant teasing. "How do you feel about marrying-" Aegon was cut off by your mother's sharp tone. "Aegon! That is enough out of you... May we have a prayer, dear husband?" Viserys nodded, exasperated. Alicent nodded, placing her enveloped hands against her face.

the murmurs of your mother blessing your food didn't distract you and Aemond from glancing at each other, you picked up your goblet of wine; holding eyecontact.

Your ring finger danced along the ring of the cup, Aemond shuddered as he glanced in his mothers direction; only to see her scolding Aegon.

It wasn't until he felt your hand slide up his thigh, towards his inner thigh that he turned back to you. Your face bore no smirk, no grin, yet he knew you where up to something. He picked up his fork and played around with his potatos.

His breath hitched as he felt you grip the base of his cock, something Alicent noticed. "Aemond, Are you okay?" You turned to your mother, "I think he's unwell, mother, ill lead him to bed as it seems he's having struggles seeing.." Alicent looked scared for a moment, before nodding. "Of course, dear. I'll see you on the morrow." Alicent dismissed you.

You got up and walked to your fathers side, placing a kiss against his cheek. "Goodnight, father." You turned and pretended to help a sickly Aemond.

Your breathe quickened and your chest rose, causing your Aemond's attention to travel. "I promised myself we wouldnt end up like Helaena and Aegon." You whispered.

It was when you got halfway you your chambers Aemond pinned you against the wall, his rough palm placed softly on you throat. "What was this act set for, sister?" His gruff voice spoke out, his one violet eye glimmered in the moons light.

Aemond didnt know where this side of you had come from, Long had left the virtuous maiden that begged for flowers and jewels, now came the sultry nympho. Your fingers trailed his scar as his hand let god of your throat, his finger trailed you collarbone, the crevice of your breasts, up to the side of you neck. His faint touch made you shiver as you cupped his cheek, Aemond smashed his lips against you.

It was as if time had stopped, and you two were somewhere else. You moaned into the kiss, Aemond groaned at the noise, he pulled back; pecking you lips, your cheek the all the way down to your neck, where he had previously explored with his finger. His canine tooth teased the area between your neck and collar bone, then he bit down.

Not hard enough for it to draw blood, but enough to give you pleasurable pain. You moaned into the silent hallway, too loud. Aemond ripped his head back, shushing you.

"Come, my room is this way." Obviously Aemond knew where your room was, but as you gripped his hand all that mattered was you and him, his eyes trailed your hips as they swayed beneath the heavy dress

You shut your chamber door behind him, immediately reaching for the dagger on dresser. You put it behind your back and cut your corsets laces, your dress fell at your feet. Aemond untied his pant laces, as your nimble hands undid his tunic. Your shared heavy breathing and flushed faces made your stomach do twirls, could this really be it?

Aemonds soft palm landed on your cheek as he brushed your silver locks away, pushing his lips to yours as you moaned in surprise. You gently took a steps to the bed, disconnecting from the kiss; leaving a line of saliva connecting you two. The backs of your knees hit the beds boards, making Aemond grunt as your fell onto your back, looking up at him.

Aemond snarled, his fingers plunging in your heat, his thumb rubbing your clit; It took you by surprise, though your back arched and your thighs shook as it took you only a few curls of his gloriously long fingers to cum; His name fell off your tongue.

Aemond gripped one of your clenched thighs, pulling it apart as he leant in. "Are you sure?" He asked his voice thick of lust, you moaned as his hand travelled further up your thigh.

"Yes," You whispered, leaning up to his ear. "Take me"

He smirked as he positioned himself, aligning himself before gently thrusting his hips slowly. You had seen his cock multiple times, but to feel it was a complete different heaven. "Aemond! Oh my gods-" Your arms swung around his neck as he sped up, his cockhead directly hitting your g-spot. His silver hair almost hid his face, if it weren't for a little wooden clip Helaena had placed earlier.

When Alicent found you two together in the morning, she was accompanied by none other than Aegon himself. She sighed in utter disappointment; before leaving the room as Aegon howled in a fit of laughter...

He growled as he hid into your neck, nipping every few thrusts. "I'm gonna cum, sister." Your heavy breathing was music to his ears, just another sign you were close to cumming.

"Cum- cum inside me, Aemond," Your eyes grew teary as you clenched your thighs around his waist, "You want me to breed you, to fill you entirely, to make you mine forever?" Aemond asked rhetorically, but you still near-screamed your answer.

"Yes!" You yelled, jerking as you squirted, hitting his pubic bone and abdomen. That seemed to be the final thing to blow Aemonds fuse, "Im gonna come deep inside you, fill your womb with my seed." He hissed as your back arched, scratching his back.

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Brienne of Tarth by Matías Bergara

#brienne of Tarth #Matias Bergara #matías bergara #ser brienne #lady brienne #art #house Tarth #artwork #game of thrones #got #asioaf #asioaf/got #got/asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #gameofthrones #asongoficeandfire

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#a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #game of thrones #got #gameofthrones #gameofthronesdaily #house stark #sansa #sansa stark #sansastark #sansa x sandor #sandor the hound clegane #sandor x sansa #sandor clegane #sansan #house clegane #the hound #meme

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the-fiction-witch · 2 months

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A Visit P2

Media House Of The Dragon

Character Daemon Targaryen

Couple Daemon X Reader (Named Alyssa Targaryen. Sister of Rhaenyra and Daughter of Viserys)

Rating SMUT

Incest (Niece X Uncle)/ medieval marriage discussion/ Underage (Characters are over the age of concept but discuss times when underage)/ sexual discussion / Fingering/ nudity/ breast play/ eating out

Part One

Daemon’s mind began to shut off as the only thoughts that remained were of their passion. He felt his body growing hotter, as his breathing began to grow heavy as they continued their sensual kiss. He fell under her spell, as any semblance of composure he had had now left it entirely. His heart was thumping in his chest like never before, as the way she kissed him now began to touch every nerve in his body. His mind became hazy, as the kiss went on and on. She moaned into the kiss now, the only sound in the cold dragon stone room was the fire cracking and their kisses clacking, she shuffled to wrap her legs around his waist still sitting in his lap with her chest against hers and slowly she began to move her hips grinding herself on him with wicked desire. Every new movement she made made him feel a new level of excitement. The heat now began to increase as they kept kissing each other. Like true dragons their passion burned with the heat of dragon flames.

Daemon's thoughts became lost to pure desire now, as the way she moved her hips on his lap filled him with even more pleasure. His hands gripped her hips harshly attempting to be the one to control her movements but all he did was guide her exactly as she had planned.

She pulled back and giggled "Oohh when Father finds out he's gonna be very upset with us,"

"Let my brother Stew in rage, We belong together. Just you and me."

She happily moaned with joy as she hugged his chest, she squeezed her body against him filled him with an intoxicating sense of love. Her touch also made his desires and passions grow greater and greater, as he couldn't get enough of her physical affection. Their bodies fit together in such a natural way as well. "I love you,”

He looked down at her with a sweet look filled with pure love, Her tender words were like music to his ears, he whispered quietly in her ear so not a soul other then her would hear such words from his lips, "I love you too Alyssa."

“Will you marry me? I like you always promised?”

"I was thinking of taking you into the Gods-wood. We can get married under a heart tree like many of the old kings and queens of the north did. We can be married in the presence of the old gods and the seven and they can bless our union. Then we'll have a massive feast One that everyone in the Seven Kingdoms will talk about for many years to come."

“Much to do and plan then,”

"I will have my servants plan such an event to be the greatest the realms has ever seen. You would not have to lift a finger. My men will take care of everything." He explained as he ran his fingers over her hair, “But for now I want nothing more than to spend every waking moment with you. I want to be with you all day long and I just want to love you. Do you wish to spend some time together now? If you'd like I can carry you to my bed chambers, spend some time showing you how much I love you."

She blushed bitting her lip and she nodded, He smirked and began rise to his feet, while making sure to pick up his new love and bride in the process. He then carried her in his arms to his bed-chamber, where he would make up for all the time they had lost by being apart from each other. As he carried her His lips kept pressing against hers, as their bodies were now starting to grow closer towards each other. She felt so natural in his arms now, as if this was truly where they belonged. They could stay in this embrace forever, letting the time just slip away.

Daemon placed Alyssa down on the bed, as their bodies lay inches apart from each other. His hands began to slowly wander around her body, caressing her skin in a delicate and slow manner. His soft kisses were now filled with a deeper level of passion, as the heat in the air was only growing greater.

"much cosier than my bed in the red keep.”

His fingers now began to gently caress her face, as his kisses began to grow more and more passionate as his lust for her began to overflow in a glorious manner. She giggled her hands stroked down his body until she held his hips and shifted their weight so she could sit on his lap so she could straddle him on the bed, his hands began to grip her waist and began to shift her hips back and forth in her spot. It was like her hips were in constant motion now, shifting against him in a way that seemed to never end. Moans fell from their lips as it only grew more intense silenced only by their kisses, his fingers now began to knead her back, his hands moving in circular motions as she moaned and made noises of satisfaction.

Daemon himself felt as if she was sending him into a new state of existence, as he was filled with such euphoria.

Alyssa briefly stopped only to tug off her dress ties and slip them off her body kicking her dress off and her corset leaving her sitting on him completely naked sat over him, he was still fully clothed but that didn't stop his desires. She was far far more than the little girl he fondled while she developed in King's landing this wasn't a girl. This was a woman. His woman.

He pulled her forehead to his own and gasped against her lips as his voice was thick with desire. "I want you like never before. I desire every inch of you, as everything about you is now perfect. I want to touch, kiss, and love you all over." He demanded forcing her down on her back.

He now began to slide his hand down lower from her waist petting her mound, as his body was now pressing tightly against her own. His other hand wrapped her into his grasp, as he began to kiss her neck all over. She squirmed under him moaning for his attention, Her moans turned him on immensely. His other hand rested softly on her stomach just above her hips and mound keeping her still so her hips couldn’t squirm and he loose his pace, he began to softly moan as his hand slipped down and he mercilessly began to thrust three fingers inside her his thumb rubbed her mercilessly, Alyssa began to scream his name soaking his bed and fingers as she desperately arched her back,

He growled enjoying her like this, His fingers now rubbed in a circular motion against her at a faster pace she pulled him into a kiss making out heavily before she pulled down his neck and suddenly squealed his name at the top of her lungs arching off his bed, soaking it as she did, her body shaking as she reached her orgasm and collapsed against the bed gasping,

He watched her with a dark look in his eyes he slipped his hand away and licked it clean as he made eye contact,

"uhh... I remember the last time you did that, I don't remember it being as good as that was .." she blushed gasping hard,

“It has been a while,” he smirked, “I remember the first time… Humm you screamed like a dragon,” he growled, as he moved his hands to her breasts He began to squeeze them and fondle them,

She giggled, "do you remember sneaking into my room and doing this before? I was only a little thing then they were half the size they are now"

Daemon had to stifle a laugh "They might have been smaller back then but… I wasn’t complaining then, or now. I think it's more than fair to say you have some truly spectacular breasts, Alyssa.”

"I think it's your fault there so big"

"Is that so? So it's my fault your curves are so tempting and attractive? It's my fault your body now drives me crazy with desire? Do you really think I could stay away from those breasts now that they're so... mature?"

"Sneaking in my room every night and playing with them for an hour. I think it encouraged them to grow big for you"

"They grew well for me, as it seems they're a perfect size for me to enjoy."

"I wonder if they'll get even bigger one day, when I get pregnant," she teased,

He growled under his breath bit his lip hard at the thought about her being pregnant with his child, as her words now made him desire her even more. The thought of her breasts growing bigger while she carried his child was almost too much for him now, but he could not hold his desire back any longer. His lips suddenly came down to kiss her again. He kissed her lips before trailing off down her jaw and neck he kisses along her neck and continued to lower and lower, his lips now reaching around her breast where he began to gently kiss her there. He began to kiss her upper breast, using her moans and giggles as encouragement to continue. Her words and reactions filled him with so much satisfaction, as he began to kiss a little more vigorously and deeply. His tongue began to circle around her nipple hardening it and gently biting it, he suckled and licked flicking her nipple with his tounge before he moved to the other and did the same He would switch back and forth with that rhythm, taking his time to enjoy her. She arches her back and squeals his name for his kisses her hips bucking up off the bed in her desperation for attention,

Daemon began to kiss her even more vigorously and to rub more of her body grinding himself against her as he teased her breasts before he grabbed her thighs kissing down her stomach until his lips met her clit he kissed her, sucked on her clit, teased her labia and clit with his tounge all, while she continued to buck her hips up towards his lips, scream his name, squirm her body against his bed, He even teased her dripping cunt with his tounge.

Alyssa screamed and moaned desperately "Daemon! Please!"

Couldn't help but grin at the sound of her screams and cries, as he began to feel like he had already won. He continued as she screamed for him,

"noo! Please! No More No more No more!"

He held her thighs and hips down on the bed so she couldn’t resist him only becoming more intense teasing her to the very edge

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Daemon chuckled at this request now. Her screams and cries of desperation were such a turn-on for him, as he was just eager to keep making her experience all this pleasure.

"Please Daemon! Enough!"

Daemon smiled at her plea, as this only made him desire her more, He began to kiss her again with renewed intensity, as he wrapped his arms around her and pushed her back hard against the bed so she was completely at his mercy, as he continued to kiss her clit all over with increased ferocity. His fingers moved to slip inside her thrusting with equal speed as he continued to passionately kiss and lick her clit.

She screamed his name loudly enough to echo through DragonStones halls, her body trembling and shaking, her head thrown back against the bed, she immediately soaked his bed completely and tears flooded down her face before she collapsed on the bed gasping for breath muttering his name over and over as she reached her second orgasm

Her screams of his name sent shivers down his spine, as her whole body shook. Daemon was now a bit overwhelmed with pleasure himself as he gradually slowed to keep her in her pleasure as long as he could, as she suddenly collapsed back onto the bed and her body went limp. He stopped, as he was left gasping and breathing heavily from watching her.

Daemon pulled back and sat over her with his cocky smile, "Tell me what you want Alyssa." He demanded,

She blushed her face red, her breasts bounced as she gasped desperately, all she did was grab him by the belt and pulled him short and fast so his hips met hers so his erection would rub against her dripping pussy.

"Right answer." He smirked pinning her arms on the bed and kissing her lips with a firey passion.

#matt smith #daemon targeryen x reader #daemon targeryan #daemon x reader #daemon #house targaryen #gameofthrones #game of thrones #game of thrones fanfiction #house of the dragon #houseofthedragon #daemon targaryen #Daemon Targeryen

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fleurdeliet · 2 months

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Love them

Modern AU with Theon, Robb and Grey Wind

#digital art #asoif/got #asoiaf #theon greyjoy #game of thrones #robb stark #art #gameofthrones #now and always throbb #throbb #robb stark x theon greyjoy #robb x theon #theon greyjoy x robb stark #theon x robb #grey wind #my art

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steelivoryporcelain · 2 years

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One wig to rule them all, one wig to find them. One wig to to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.

#house of the dragon #game of thrones humor #gameofthrones #game of thrones #anti rhaegar targaryen #anti daemon targaryen #anti viserys targaryen #anti house targaryen #house of the dragon humor

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betelgrouse · 1 year

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Your Jaime Lannister smut is pure perfection. Please write more like this. Preferably with him dominant (but the reader is as sarcastic as him), but anything else will do too. Seriously, good smutty writing.

Oh my gosh, this is the kindest comment, I can't tell you how much it means!!! You seriously just made my whole week, thank you. <3

Here's a soft and smutty little piece written especially for you with a romantic dom jaime :) I have a few other drafts in the works, so stay tuned ;)

Morning Air (Jaime Lannister x reader)

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1k

Summary: A glimpse into a soft (but smutty) morning with your husband, the Lord of Casterly Rock.

(Soft dom!jaime and soft sub!reader; oneshot; tried to make the reader gender neutral, but feedback much appreciated!)

Warnings: language, unprotected penetrative sex, romance (read at your own emotional risk!), nikolaj coster-waldau's problematically good looks

Note: two handed jaime (but he's perfect with any number of hands!)

The sun was streaming through the open balcony doors, and a cool ocean breeze gently lifted the long, translucent curtains as it entered the room, carrying the scent of saltwater and sunshine with it. You could hear ocean waves rhythmically splashing on the rocks below as you woke, a sound just slightly slower paced than your husband's breathing next to you. The view from Casterly Rock was lovely in the morning, but you'd rather look at the man sleeping next to you. The Seven must have sculpted him with their own hands, you thought. Closed eyes beneath a crown of golden hair, and a strong, lean body beneath the sand-coloured bedsheets. Your eyes roamed down to his chest and arms, marked with the occasional faded scar; no one had landed a blow on the Kingslayer in a long time, thank the Gods.

His body shifted, and you looked back up to meet Jaime's warm gaze. He reached out, gently cupping your face, and kissed you slowly. He pulled back, hovering over you, blonde hair just brushing your forehead.

"You looked like you wanted something from me," Jaime murmured, tracing your lips with his thumb. Still holding your face, Jaime ran his other hand up your leg, drawing circles on your inner thigh. "Tell me what you want, love."

You smiled up at him softly. "I want you to be on time for your morning briefings with your council. For once this week," you teased.

"If you don't want me to fuck you in the morning," Jaime whispered against your lips, "you shouldn't wake up looking so lovely." His fingers slid higher, and he started rubbing small circles on your clitoris [or tip]. You felt your legs start to spread open.

You reached down to reciprocate, but he lifted his hand from your face and stopped you. He lifted your hand to his lips before pinning it to the bed, all while drawing those circles that were already starting to make you come undone.

"Besides, I don't think you really want me to leave so soon, do you?" Jaime mused, smirking at the face you make as he slips a finger inside you, adding to the rhythm. "Do I really leave you so unsatisfied?"

You both knew the answer to his question, but he just loved to tease you. He added another finger, pumping in and out of you a bit harder now. You started moving your hips with the rhythm involuntarily. Gods, it felt good. He always felt so good.

He planted a kiss beside your ear. "Well?" he inquired, increasing his pace.

"Well what?" you asked back, somewhat more breathlessly than you had intended.

"Do you want me to stop?" His eyes glittered mischievously.

"No," you gasped out. His fingers were good, but you wanted him inside you. He really was going to make you beg him for it, wasn't he?

"What do you want, my darling?" He's so cocky, you thought. Well, when he looks like that, I guess he can be.

"I want you to..." You still blushed saying such vulgar words, which is exactly why Jaime loved to get you to say them. "I want you to fuck me."

Jaime grinned. "What was that, love? I didn't hear you."

Oh, his arrogant, annoying, perfect face, you thought. "I want you to fuck me, Jaime, and I want you to fuck me right now."

"If you insist." He grinned even wider, evidently quite pleased with himself. Holding your thigh, he sank himself into you, groaning deliciously in your ear. He rocked in and out of you, hitting that spot inside you over and over again. The fucking felt amazing, of course, but you also loved how his chest moved against yours like the tide meeting the beach, and how you saw that same pleasure you were feeling echoed back at you in Jaime's eyes with every thrust.

You two were tangled up together, legs crossed, faces touching. He gently tugged your hair, tilting your head back so he could plant sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along your neck. You met his lips and savoured the taste of him, his warmth, his softness.

You felt your climax coming and let it crash through you in waves, like the ocean below. Jaime felt your muscles tighten and he fucked you through your orgasm before his own climax hit him. He came deep inside you, his body weight pressing down on you and his breathing ragged in your ear. You took a deep breath, taking in the fresh ocean air and the smell of him, and thought there really couldn't be anything better.

After a moment, Jaime sat up and poured a cup of water, offering it to you before pouring one for himself. You expected him to rise and get dressed for the day, but he just sipped his water and looked at you with an enigmatic expression, as if deciding something.

"What is it?" You raise your eyebrows at him and smile. You can't help but smile when you look at him.

Jaime silently returns both cups to the table beside him before rolling back on top of you, head buried in the crook of your neck. You laugh and slide your hand into his hair, gently playing with it. His hair gleams like real gold in the sunlight, you muse.

"You're going to miss your briefings again," you press, but you're holding him and you don't want to let him go.

"Shhhh," he responds, nuzzling closer into you.

You match your breathing with his, and your chests rise and fall together, like the rhythm of the sea below.

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Deception & Reunion

In the short time since King Edward ascended to the throne, his actions have left a profound impact on Windenburg. With the skies clearing of smoke and homes being rebuilt, the kingdom began to flourish once more. One of Edward's earliest acts as King was to restore his sister Augusta's rightful titles. In a grand ceremony held at Windenburg Castle, King Edward crowned Augusta as Princess once again, reinstating her household and all the privileges that had been taken from her years ago. Additionally, Edward orchestrated the exhumation of late Queen Fiona's remains from the Tower, granting her a proper burial in the vault beneath Westsimster Abbey. This gesture held immense significance for Augusta, who had long yearned for the opportunity to know her mother and was previously forbidden from speaking of her.

Despite the renewed hope and progress in Windenburg, darkness still persisted. Within the confines of Windenburg Castle, on a chilling Autumn night, Queen Cordelia lay nestled in her chambers, the warmth of the hearth casting gentle flickers of light across the room. Suddenly, she was jolted awake by a thunderous banging on her chamber door, echoing through the stillness of the castle.

Intrigued yet cautious, Cordelia rose from her bed, she approached the heavy oak door, the rhythmic pounding growing louder with each step. With a deep breath, she unlocked the latch and pulled the door open, only to be greeted by an empty corridor. Confusion knitted her brow as she glanced around, expecting to see her guards stationed nearby, but they were nowhere to be found.

A sense of unease crept over her, prompting Cordelia to step into the corridor, she moved cautiously, her footsteps echoing softly against the walls. As she rounded a corner, another noise pierced the silence, causing her to halt in her tracks. Her heart raced as she turned, her candlestick trembling slightly in her grasp.

There, hiding in the shadows, stood a figure clad in dark attire, the glint of steel catching her eye. Cordelia's breath caught in her throat, her mind racing with a mix of fear and disbelief. She had stumbled upon an armed intruder, a threat lurking within the very halls of her castle. Time seemed to slow as she struggled to comprehend the danger before her.

In a moment of terror, Cordelia's grip faltered, and the candlestick slipped from her fingers, clattering to the floor with a resounding thud. The sound echoed through the corridor, a stark reminder of the perilous situation unfolding around her.

As the first light of dawn painted the sky over Windenburg, a sense of unease settled over the castle. Queen Cordelia's continued absence was unusual, her presence normally a steadfast pillar within the fortress walls. In his chambers, King Edward lay in a peaceful slumber, the gentle morning sun filtering through the ornate windows.

Lady Philippa, a trusted advisor known for her composed demeanor, entered the chamber with purpose. Her voice, though calm, carried an undertone of concern as she called out to rouse Edward from his sleep. The news of a Tartosan-flagged ship's sighting added a layer of intrigue to the morning. Edward's awakening was met with a humble smirk, a blend of curiosity and anticipation evident in his expression. He sought clarification from Philippa regarding his mother's possible return, her response tinged with a subtle hint of doubt.

That morning, a bustling scene unfolded along the Windenburg coastline. Tents were meticulously pitched, and the diligent servants ensured an abundance of food was prepared for the anticipated guests' arrival. King Edward, amidst the festivity, gazed out toward the sea where the Tartosan-flagged ship approached, its arrival met with cheers and jubilation from the gathered crowd. Despite the celebratory atmosphere, Edward's mind was consumed with concern for his missing mother. He struggled to push aside the nagging feeling of uncertainty, focusing instead on the tasks at hand.

Standing next to Edward, Lord Richard, who had taken on the roles of Lord Protector and Regent, provided comforting words, assuring the king that everything would be fine. He ventured to speculate that Cordelia could possibly be visiting relatives in Bagley. As Richard moved away, Edward's mind wandered, grappling with the uncertainty of his mother's whereabouts and the perplexing circumstances surrounding her sudden disappearance.

As the ship finally docked at the shore, a flurry of activity ensued. The Dowager Queen Margaery and Empress Mary, accompanied by their entourage, disembarked from the vessel. Among the welcoming throng, Lady Jane rushed forward to greet her long-absent mother. It had been 21 years since their parting, and Jane's joy at seeing Margaery again was palpable. Emotions ran high as Lady Dorethea embraced Margaery warmly, tears of disbelief streaming down her cheeks. Years of uncertainty and doubt had led them to believe that Margaery would never return to Windenburg, adding to the emotional weight of this reunion.

In a dark, stone room, Cordelia lay sprawled on a rough straw mattress. The cold, damp air clawed at her skin, permeating every breath with a musty stench that hung heavy in her lungs. The rhythmic drip of water echoed ominously, a constant reminder of her captivity in this dismal abyss.

As her consciousness reluctantly resurfaced, Cordelia's senses were assaulted by the oppressive atmosphere. With a pained groan, she struggled to sit up, her mind reeling with disorientation and fear.

"Where am I?" Her voice quivered, lost in the suffocating darkness. "How did I end up here?" The questions lingered in the air, unanswered echoes that only intensified the sense of foreboding that enveloped her.

As the haze of confusion slowly dissipated, Cordelia pieced together the grim sequence of events that had led her to this desolate place. She had been snatched, taken hostage by an unknown assailant. But why had this happened? And where was her captor now?

Unbeknownst to Cordelia, the Jacoban Clergy had struck a dark bargain with the newly appointed Lord Lorus Landgraab. They tempted him with a substantial sum to utilize his castle, situated on the Isle near Aarbyville, as the ideal site for Cordelia's secretive imprisonment. Lorus, barely 18 and naive to the clergy's ulterior motives, accepted the offer.

After a failed attempt to break free, Cordelia's desperate cries for help echoed fruitlessly in the sealed chamber. The solid door stood as an impenetrable barrier, leaving her trapped in a state of utter despair. She sank to her knees, hands gripping her face, questioning her fate with a heavy heart.

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liebgotts-lovergirl · 10 months

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GoT Moodboards: Princess Rhaenys Martell Targaryen

AU where the Desert Dragon survives and avenges her family

#Game of Thrones #Rhaenys Targaryen #Rhaenys Martell Targaryen #GoT #Rhaenys daughter of Rhaegar #Rhaegar Targaryen #Elia Martell #House Targaryen #House Martell #GameofThrones #House of the Dragon #Dorne #Dornish #Valyria #Sack of King's Landing #Aegon Targaryen #myboards

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shadarinth · 9 days

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Been working on this one on and off for like 2 months? Anyway, my favourite violet eyed, powerful women 💜

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the-fiction-witch · 2 months

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A Visit

Media House Of The Dragon

Character Daemon Targaryen

Couple Daemon X Reader (Named Alyssa Targaryen. Sister of Rhaenyra and Daughter of Viserys)

Rating Flirty Af

Incest (Niece X Uncle), medieval marriage, Underage (Characters are over age of concept but discuss times when underage), sexual discussion.

Daemon was sat at his desk doing his least favourite task of all tasks, paperwork. The castle of Dragonstone about him, the fire singeing with a few cracks and pops. He heard a knock at the door and lifted his head. His cropped white hair fell into his face, “In.” he snapped his tone brash and inviting. Enters Alyssa, his niece, daughter of his brother King Viserys, and younger sister of Rhaenyra. She comes in nervously but smiling as she always did, in an exquisite black ballgown with embroidered red dragon scales. He noticed she had been riding, as her hair was up in a tight braid from ride on her dragon ‘starling’.

He looked at her with an intrigued look eyebrow raised for a moment, but as he always did for Alyssa he somewhat exposed the deeper insides. "Alyssa, And what brings you to Dragonstone?"

"I fancied a visit. Home has been... Trying,"

With a curious expression on his face he tilted his head, "Trying?"

"Mhm, father and sister are fighting again."

“When aren’t they,”

“True,”

"Do you feel safer here, being far away from them?"

"I do. I always feel safer with you," she smiled as she fixed a fly away behind her ear,

"That's rather nice to hear, I must say. I suppose it makes me feel more at ease knowing you are safe with me. Where their arguments can’t get you.”

“Very much so,”

“Why do you feel safe with me?"

"you’re comforting I suppose," she blushed, their eyes met across the room and for a moment the sound of the fire was all that echoed through Dragonstone's cold halls, "may I?" She looks to the desk,

A slight smirk appearing on Daemon’s face. He was curious to see how willing she was, so he said nothing, simply nodding his head.

She smiled and came closer to his desk sitting on the corner, Daemon's smirk remained on his face as his niece approached him and decided to sit right next to him. Merely inches from him her thigh barely an inch from his hand, He continued to work on the papers and letters on his desk, not paying much attention to her presence. He knew really that all she wanted, was attention, The only reason she was truly here was because her father and sister were bickering, her stepmother was busy with babies and she was left in the keep without attention. And Daemon had always been her favourite for attention, Her his favourite for attention too.

However, no matter how much he tried he was still aware that she was there, he was curious as to exactly where she intended to go with her flirtation today, and how far she would go until he snapped and gave her what she wanted.

"Father's been talking again..."

"About what,”

“I can’t,”

“You here… no spies and rats here Alyssa, tell me all about it, if you so wish."

"About me getting married,"

Daemon's eyebrow raised the thought of his young niece being married off made him feel uncomfortable, With his feelings toward her and the matter clear. He was about to say something to protest the idea, yet he stopped himself.

"Not fond of that idea?”

"I'd be happy to be married," she nodded,

Daemon's eyes narrowed, as he tried to put together what she was saying. Her words had come off as quite contradictory, as she said that she would be happy to be married, yet he knew that wasn’t what she wanted.

"just... Not to anyone my father picks,"

He chuckled there was surely an endless list of reasons why she would be unhappy with any of the grooms her father would no doubt pick for her. There was no doubt that Viserys had his own image in mind of the perfect husband for her. And there was doubt that image had any resemblance to what Alyssa wants or more… who she wants. "Something you've tried discussing with him?"

"mhm,"

"And how has that gone for you?”

"he made the guards lock me in my room." She smiled,

He laughed, “For how long?”

"Technically... I'm still locked in my room." She giggled as she gently adjusted his hair,

He brushed a lock of his white hair away from his face after she had accidentally moved it out of the place he wanted it,

"So, you've been in there for how long now?" Daemon asked, with another playful smirk forming on his face.

"four hours or so,"

Daemon chuckled once again, as he couldn't help but be amused. He couldn't deny the fact that he was enjoying himself with her visit.

"How’d you get out? Red Keep is one of the most impressive castles I’m the realm,” He joked,

“Secrets,” Alyssa giggled,

Daemon's smirk remained, as he couldn't help but to feel happy that he had Alyssa’s entire attention, the feeling of which certainly made him feel slightly prideful. While she was playing with his hair, he decided to play along, and he shifted his position to make it easier for her to reach his hair for a while he merely worked, and she merely sat the two keeping each other company.

"I miss you," Alyssa broke the silence but it quickly returned,

Daemon paused, and as his grin remained on his face, he looked away just momentarily. Despite knowing she was likely just being playful, felt quite touched to hear such words. Alyssa sits silently waiting for a response reading his every expression no matter how small.

Eventually, Daemon looked back at her, and he couldn't help but give her a warm smile.

"I miss you too,” He said, “How could a beautiful and charming lady such as yourself miss her uncle?" he teased,

"I know but I miss when we both lived in Kings Landing. I used to see you everyday,” she slightly pouted,

"Yes... I confess I miss those days as well. There are times that I wish we could go back to those days, if only for just a bit."

"I go back there often, in my dreams."

"Dreams? You dream of us going back to those days?”

"I do,"

"So, how often do you dream of me?” He smirked feeling cocky,

"Every other day"

"And do you... Do you enjoy these dreams of ours?"

"very very much" she cooed as she moved from playing with his hair to stroking down his cheek and down his jaw to his chin,

As his body began to reach, It took quite a lot of effort for him to stay still and calm.

"Don't you ever dream of me?"

Daemon's eyebrow raised as he heard her he now realized that she was trying to provoke a response from him.

"Are you trying to make me admit something, dear niece?"

"Maybe Uncle Daemon," she cooed as childishly as possible kicking her feet as she sat on the desk,

Daemon's expression shifted to one of amusement, as she had now turned this entire flirtation into a somewhat childlike game in meer seconds but she learnt from the best.

"So, you're demanding that I admit the obvious?”

"mhm,"

Daemon began to cave, "You're going to keep whining until I admit it?”

"pretty please" she begged,

Daemon chuckled at her pleading, "Fine, I admit it. I have been missing you as well I have wished you here, and I have dreamt of you,"

"Ummm!” she moved and sat on his leg her head on his shoulder as she whined and pouted “I wish I still got to see you every day. I wish father would let me stay here with you,"

"Oh, is that so?”

"no, I like it here. On dragonstone with you"

"Really? What is it that you like so much about it here on Dragonstone?"

"here has you,"

Daemon's heart and cheeks were both becoming quite warm from her words. "Really?"

"mhm, I'd be anywhere so long as I got to see you"

"Anywhere...? Truly?"

"anywhere, the wall, Winterfell, Dorne, Kings Landing, DragonStone, Old Town, Ashi, anywhere at all so long as it has you and somewhere for karaks and Starling to sleep"

"So, you'd be happy to go as far as Essos, just to be with me?"

"I'd go as far as east as east goes and a west as west goes,"

Her words were so simple, yet he was truly quite touched by her response. It made Daemon feel a little bit bad, as he imagined some of the lengths she would go to just to see him again. And just how much he may be taking her devotion for granted. "So... You mean it? You'd go anywhere for me?"

"Anywhere!"

"Alright, I have one final question then dear niece. If you were to go anywhere, anywhere in the world with me, where would you choose?"

"here."

"Is that so? You'd stay right here?"

"I would, starling likes it here"

"are you sure you'd truly want to stay here forever with me?"

"I would very much Daemon," she cooed nuzzling into his neck for a cuddle

Daemon's breath hitched slightly as she nuzzled against his neck but the nuzzle had also felt quite intimate and personal in its own way. Daemon couldn't help but feel his heart thumping in his chest, As she continued to nuzzle, Daemon felt the urge to move her head so she wasn't pressed against his neck. But a part of him didn't want her to move from that position, as the embrace was starting to become somewhat intoxicating. He just couldn't help but want her to keep up this sweet affection of hers.

"will you tell me? About the steps stones? Father won't tell me since he's been home."

Daemon laughed and began to speak of the Stepstones his hand came from his desk and sat on her thigh stroking her dress and its embroidery. She nodded and listened watching his mouth as he explained every detail,

"I'm sure you fought very bravely" she smiled taking his hand

"If I may say so myself, I did fight very bravely during the Stepstones."

"ummm..." She nodded as she pressed a kiss to his jaw,

The kiss on his jaw had immediately caused quite the reaction from Daemo. He stopped his conversation with her, but that kiss she gave had caused it to increase at a more rapid rate.

"How a sweet, innocent young princess such as yourself knows how to be so… seductive”

"Well... I'm just using what you taught me," she whispered giving his jaw more kisses,

Daemon nearly chuckled as she gave him more kisses on his jaw, as they sent shivers of excitement down his spine. His smile widened even further as he gave her a look to tell that he got what she meant.

"I see, so I suppose you learned well,”

"you think I did?'

Daemon's smile was now at it's widest, as he felt quite happy to be reminded of the girl she once was… and the woman she now was, and how much of hand he paid in making her such.

"I think you did. Well… you had the best teacher,”

“I did,” she nodded, "I... Have to admit I did tell a little fib"

“Did you lie to me Alyssa?” He smirked,

"I didn't just come visit Just because I missed you"

"Oh? What was your true motivation for coming to see me?"

"My father is getting pushy about me getting married so..."

No others words needed to pass their lips, they both knew of what she spoke,

"So you were hoping that if you came here to see me, we may end up marrying?"

"mhm, like you promised. When I was little" she Smiled

Daemon couldn't help but feel a strange flutter in his chest once she mentioned his promise to her. He had joked with her so long ago that he would marry her when she was older. To hear her mention that now, made him quite taken aback and made him wonder if she really did find his words serious.

"Do you truly wish this?”

"Of course do!"

His eyebrows cocked even higher at her immediate answer. He couldn't help but feel very flustered. She had just told him that she wanted to marry him, and Daemon was now questioning whether it was something he was truly going to do. It was indeed quite captivating an idea of her being his bride, in his bed chamber again.

"is it... Not what you want?" She asked sadly

Daemon was left speechless when she continued to press him. He didn't want to tell her the whole truth, but he could see the sadness begin to appear on her face. She was quite perceptive despite being so innocent, so he needed to tell her his answer. Daemon gulped and took a small breath as he began to respond.

"In the past I had promised you that I would marry you, yet that was before you were even a woman. Now... you are an adult, an attractive woman. The thought of marrying you is... quite tempting."

"so we should get married then!"

She was quite insistent on this promise that they made so long ago. There was absolutely no denying that she was attractive, and the idea of him making love to her was quite a tempting notion. Yet even with all that, Daemon knew that he should really think about this fully before he did anything. Once married she would truly be his, but he was wondering if he truly wanted something so big like that to happen.

“It isn’t that simple Alyssa.”

"... You promised. You promised your marry me. You always said you would. You said I was your princess. You used to give me kisses in the gardens. You used to cuddle me by the fireplace. You used to sit me on your lap in councils. You used to chase me around the training yard tickling me and cutting my dresses. You used to come into my room when I had nightmares and give me kisses. You have been came to comfort me the day I flowered and... Made me feel... Ever so much better. You... You always said you'd marry me, that you loved me. All these years I loved you, you knew I loved you, and you encouraged me... Now I'm a woman ready to marry and... You don't want to?" She asked sternly sounding like a Targaryen even with small tears welling up in her eyes

"You're right... I did promise you that I would marry you and that I loved you. And it is true that I was always there for you in those past years. Yet now you're a woman. A beautiful woman who deserves to be cherished and protected. I care deeply for you, Alyssa yet... I don't know if I truly love you the way that a husband should love his wife..."

"what are you talking about?"

"The way I feel about you now... is not the same way that a husband should love his wife. That is not to say that I do not value you. It's... it's just..." he said, "The way I feel towards you... It is not love. I do not love you like that. I never have. I've always felt lust around you. That is all. It was lust."

"... But you said you loved me..."

"I have always desired you. I have always seen you in an improper way..."

"... Look at me."

Daemon now slowly looked back up towards her.

"when you look at me... Do you desire me?"

"Yes... I desire you. I cannot deny it as such. Your beauty... it's intoxicating."

"Do you think of how you used to kiss me and touch me? Did you enjoy it then?"

"I... I did... I enjoyed it... so much."

"If you could would you take me in your arms carry me to your bed chamber and ravish me?"

"Yes... If there was nothing holding us back... I would want nothing more than to satisfy your every desire."

"then why wouldn't you marry me? That is the life I want. To be here on dragonstone with you, go riding on our dragons and make love by the fire. That's all I want"

And in that moment, Daemon suddenly felt himself falter. He wanted nothing more than to take her into his arms and kiss her as if she was his true love. His guilt over their past was now almost non existent. The way she spoke of his desires and their lives together truly made him begin to believe it was right.

"Are... are you sure this is what you truly desire? Your whole life to be spent with me, a man with bad intentions who has... treated you wrong?"

"you didn't treat me wrong you were so sweet and loving to me always. I like to think you where just... Getting me ready early for your preferences" she cooed, "I don't care at all, so long as you care for me and want to be with me that's better then any other man in the seven kingdoms could ever give me"

"You really mean it? You really want me... even with the way I feel about you?"

"Mhm"

"I... I will marry you. I promise you right now that I'll make you my bride in the Seven Kingdoms."

she doesn't answer she meerly pulled his neck so their lips could meet Their kiss was filled with a warmth and passion that hadn't been felt by either of them before. It was as if this was the most important moment of both of their lives. Daemon couldn't get enough, as their kiss felt like nothing else he had ever felt before he could get lost in her embrace, as the warmth she brought him was something unlike anything he had ever felt before. All of his worries seemed to vanish as he felt his body grow more and more excited. Daemon's lips kept kissing her back, feeling her tongue meet his with such passion. It was the kind of kiss that both of them felt as if nothing else mattered but each other.

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