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Dragons eat Seahorses series: Outburst of chaos - Female OC Velaryon Reader x Aemond Targaryen (Chapter 2)

Chapter 1: Battlefield between the sheets

Guys, sorry for late-posting this, I've wanted to do it earlier, but Tumblr messed up visibility of my posts in tags for a few days so... yeah. But here it is, hope you enjoy it!

WARNINGS(!): Smut, 18+ NSFW, slight angst, hate-sex, name-calling, heavy knife kink, mentions of breeding kink.

ENGLISH IS MY 2ND LANGUAGE.

Word count: approx 6,4k

DISCLAIMER: Mentions of ep 9 HOTD events

SUMMARY: King Viserys I, The Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, has died. A war was brewing, the division of House of the Dragons was inevitable now and you have found yourself in the middle of this mayhem. You were imprisoned in your chambers, as well as your mothers, while The Greens were plotting to seat the unrighteous heir on the throne. An unexpected savior comes to your rescue but later he demands quaint favor from you. To make matters worse, the doom of inescapable punishment for your recent vices was hunting you like a shadow.

Playlist: Track 1, track 2, track 3 (idk why I thought latino vibe might fit, but here it is :p)

The sound of restless bustling outside doors has woke you up violently. You opened your eyes unwillingly and with a languorous yawn you turned yourself to the other side of bed, only to find empty space and messed up blankets. Aemond was gone. You huffed as you noticed a small note on the bedside table. You took it doubtfully, as your eyes followed written words. It was his writing, you were sure, those diligent lines were hard to adulterate.

„My Father, The King is dead. My mother has sent me to find Aegon as she plans to make this unworthy drunkard his successor. Please stay in your chambers, for your own good. I’ll be back before sunset. Yours, A.T.”

The King is dead. Those words has sunk into your veins, freezing the blood running through them. A moment of cold realization has hit you as the piece of paper fell to the floor. The Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, the last warranty of peace and possible chance to appease any conflict, has succumb to illness. The dissent of the House of the Dragon was now inevitable, the coronation of Aegon will surely start a war. A war that will leave nothing in this realm, besides bones and ashes.

You tried to gain back your composure and decided to quickly change your clothes by yourself, as you have not seen any maid to help, much to your surprise. The outside clamor kept going, you even heard some muffled cries and screams of female voices, you guessed that those belonged to missing maids and that was the reason of their absence.

You put your dragon-riding gear on, wearing a gown somehow seemed to be out of place in the face of current events. You braided your hair quickly and you wrapped it around the top of your head. You rushed to the door and you were unpleasantly surprised as you couldn’t open it. You tried to pull the handle several times but like out of spite, it remained unmoved.

You growled with disappointment and slammed the door with your bare fist a few times.

- Hellooo?! – you screamed fiercely, hoping that someone will answer your desperate call.

- Lady Elaena...? – you heard familiar voice and sound of footsteps coming. The voice you wanted to hear least.

- Ser Crispy Cole... You locked me up in here like if I was some kind of a mongrel? – you hissed so threateningly, that you could feel the man behind the door trembling. 

- Apologies, my Lady. It was the Queen’s order – said ser Criston with a remorse in his voice, trying to cool you down. As if he even could.

- Listen to me, you pathetic queen asswipe. You better open this door or I will crush your pitiful skull on it! – the words oozed from your mouth like a venom. Deep down inside, you knew that insulting a kings guard wasn’t the most reasonable thing to do. But you hated this doleful makeshift of a man too much to even care. You hated his toadyism towards the Queen. You hated that he hated Rhaenyra, acting like a pathetic, bitter ex. It made you despise him even more.

- It’s for your safety, my Lady. Believe me – he said patiently and you heard him walking away.

You punched the door angrily and subsided upon it. You lasted in your misery for a little while.

- My Lady...? Are you alright...? – all of sudden you heard your sworn shield’s voice. You breathed a sigh of relief.

- Ser Ryon... Thank Gods. Yes, I’m fine. Tell me, what the hell is going on? Why all this fuss?

- The Queen has ordered service to be locked up in dungeons. She called The Green Councill and she doesn’t want any bystanders.

- The King has barely given up his ghost and that bitch is already plotting – you replied with disbelief.

- So you know, my Lady...? – the knight seemed to be surprised.

- Yes, I do. My mother, where is she?

- She is imprisoned in her chambers as well as you, My Lady. Queen’s order. I’m sorry, there wasn’t much I could do – he added with sincere apology.

- I swear the Gods, I will beat the shit out of this worm Cole at the nearest opportunity – you muttered under your breath. You knew you had to reach to your mother and help her escape The Keep.

You looked around the whole room in search for some kind of denouement. Your eyes stopped at the window and curtains tied with a long rope. An idea has sprouted in your head.

- Ser Ryon, I need you to do me a favor. Stay here and make sure no one will pass through that door – you said as you approached the window and started pulling off curtains.

- My Lady...? – knight seemed confused.

- Trust me, ser Ryon, as I trust you with my whole life. I will be perfectly fine – you added assuringly and started to make line out of curtains and rope, tying knots tightly.

Apparently ser Ryon has obliged to your order as he remained silent from now on.

You tied up the line you’ve made around the wall pipe and tossed it through the window. You looked down as you examined the height. Your chamber was located on the second floor, so it was rather safe to just slide down the line.

Before you left, you made sure to have at least one dagger by your side. You also grabbed your valyrian steel sword, Dragon’s bane – another gift from your father and stepped on the windowsill. You jerked the line couple times to make sure it was well secured. You turned around, facing the window, and started to slid down the wall slowly. But you weren’t aware of the extra pair of eyes watching you for the whole time.

When you were low enough to jump off, you released the rope and expected to hit the ground. But it wasn’t the ground who caught you. You found yourself in strong arms of a man instead.

- Aemond?! – you gasped as you faced your hooded ‘savior’, your eyes were open wide as if you just saw a ghost. He seemed to be as surprised as you.

- What the hell are you doing here?! – you snapped, he was still holding you tightly.

- I should ask the same question – his lips curved in a mischievous smirk.

- Youuu… - you hissed as you turned your head to the side to see ser Criston Cole standing next to Aemond, wearing a weird, mix of a monk and squire, costume.         You broke free from the Prince embrace only to hit with all of you strength the unsuspecting face of a knight. He staggered slightly to the side as your fist landed on his cheek with a loud crunch. If it weren't for Aemond, you would have crushed his skull with your bare hands without any inhibition. Young Prince caught your arms and pulled them to your back, pushing you aside of ser Criston, as you tried to break out angrily.

- How dare you locking me up in my own chambers like some unbridled animal, you haggard imitation of a guard?! – you shouted madly as you still tried to break free from Aemond’s grip.

- You were right, my Prince. She is reinless, indeed – ser Criston still rubbed his cheek, now reddened because of your fist strike.

- Let it go, my Dragoness. Enough of this – Aemond was seemingly tired of your incessant resistance. Finally you gave up with an angry snort and turned around to look straight into the only eye of your betrothed.

- Have I not written for you to stay in your chambers for your own sake? – he asked with a poker-face, but his eye was filled with concern.

- For my own sake?! Are you mad? The King, your Father, is dead! And you expect me to sit there politely and do nothing?! – you looked at him in disbelief. He knew you perfectly well, he couldn’t require you to be idle as you were always the first to act.

- And what did you want to do, my love? – he grabbed you by your arms and looked at you, fondly almost.

- I need to see my mother and get her out of King’s Landing – the determination in your voice must have somehow impressed him, because now he was genuinely interested in your next doings.

- And how will you do that? The city is swarming with guards, every entrance to The Red Keep is guarded as well. How are you going to sneak through?

- Well, I thought that maybe… you would help me with that, you know many secret passages to the castle… - you proposed and hoped that he will be willing to help you. You were even ready to pay him back, in a way he would be very pleased of.

- You’re right. I do know many of them – he replied with a victorious grin.

- My Prince, I don’t think this is a good idea… - ser Criston interfered and got immediately struck with your killer gaze.

- One more word from you and he’s not going to be the only One-Eyed here – you snarled towards the knight and pointed your finger at Aemond. You heard a resentful ‘Ouch!’ from the Prince and you looked at him apologetically.

- She’s right, Cole. It is not safe for such Lady to wander these streets alone. We shall escort her to the one of the passages and then we’re going straight to find the drunkard brother of mine -  Aemond ordered sturdily and ser Criston only rolled his eyes.

- Oh, you are looking for Aegon? I suggest you should start looking at the Silk Street – you pointed out with a bit of mockery in your voice. Both Aemond and Cole looked at you with resignation.

- Gods, my brother isn’t even trying to hide his depravities… - The Prince huffed with contempt – Here, you should wear this – he put hood on your head – We’re alike now – he grinned proudly.

He took your hand firmly and all three of you sanked into the city streets.

Aemond’s knowledge of the city, its every corner, every alley and every crossing has quite impressed you. He moved with the agility of a panther as he guided you through next aisles. Luckily, all of you managed to stay out of sight of suspicious guards of the City Watch as they were occupying each street corner. After some time of wandering, hiding behind your cloaks and hoods, you finally have reached your destination. Aemond approached the breach in the stone wall at the foot of The Keep and moved one of loose bricks to the side. After a moment a hidden door has opened and a dark, secret tunnel appeared to your eyes. Prince took one of torches from the entrance and illuminated the surrounding darkness, apparently to make sure whether it was still safe to pass through. A short and complacent ‘Hmm’ escaped his lips, clearly it meant his approval.

- This passage will guide you to the floor where your mother’s chamber is. All you need to do is go straight forward and turn right at the last bifurcation. Stairs at the end will lead you to the destination – he instructed you carefully, handling you the torch. You nodded understandingly.

- You are always this helpful or just fair-weather? – you smiled at him provokingly.

- Only when it comes to save the lady in distress – he replied cheekily, a spark lit his only remained eye – Go now, little dove. And be careful, there are still guards inside the castle, better not incite them – he kissed you gently on the forehead and looked verifyingly into your eyes afterwards, to make sure you understood his remark.

- Don’t worry about me, my Prince. You better go, find your spoiled brother, before he drinks himself to death in one of those shabby taverns – you couldn’t resist yourself to tease him, even if only a little.

He nodded at you for farewell and turned around, only to disappear with Criston Cole in the turmoil of the city.

You sighed with waiver and stepped behind the threshold of the tunnel, only the flame of the torch lit your path. You followed the stone corridor and after some time you reached the crossing – you turned right remembering the instruction given you by Aemond. You passed the stairs going upwards and the huge, brass door emerged in front of you. You barely managed to open them, pushing the metal handle all the way forward, using all the strength you had. Finally the door has opened with a loud creak, revealing quite well-lit corridor, for a nice change. Before you stepped in you looked cautiously around both ways – there was only one guard protecting the entrance of your mother’s chamber. I have to get rid of him somehow, you thought trying to figure out the right distraction. You decided to go rogue and trust your own gumption.

You emerged from behind the corner and the guard immediately spotted you, his face was clearly shocked to see you there.

- Lady Elaena…?! What are you doing in here? You should be in your chambers…! – he stepped forward warningly, stopping you with his hand.

- Well, I needed to use the restroom and I’ve obviously lost my way… - you tried to pretend a sweet idiot and you were doing pretty well, but the guard felt the urge to raise the alarm anyway.

- Stay right where you are. I’ll order ser Ryon to escort you back to your chamber – he wanted to grab you by your arm, but you were faster. You turned yourself behind his back swiftly and grasped his head, your forearm were locked around his neck tightly.

- You will go nowhere – you hissed and twisted his neck, maybe a little bit too much, because you heard a bone crack and a moment later the guard fell to the floor, lifeless.

- Well, shit – you muttered, watching his face getting more and more white. But you didn’t have much time to contemplate over your maleficence as you pushed forward the door to the chamber.

- Elaena…? – your mother looked at you shocked, a sight of lying guard’s body over the threshold must have added to the effect, because her mouth gaped in a stupor.

- Mother, I had to see you. Are you alright? They didn't do anything to you, did they? – you grabbed her by forearms, looking attentively for any sign of mistreatment.

- If they had only dared, they would have regretted it bitterly. And you didn’t have to kill the guard to get in here, daughter – you rolled your eyes at her punitive words.

- The Queen was here, wasn’t she? To ask for your support for Aegon’s ascending? – you asked knowingly.

- Yes, she came here. But I didn’t gave her my answer, yet.

- Mother… - you were shocked by the lack of decisiveness of your own mother, the very same woman who have always been sure of her will.

- She knows my answer well. They all do – Rhaenys grabbed your chin to give you assuring look. You sighed with relief. The Queen Who Never Was, but should have always been.

- Mother, you need to get out of here, you can’t stay in King’s Landing. I’ll command ser Erryk to escort you out of The Keep at the dawn, he will guide you to the ship in the Blackwater Bay. You’ll sail away to the Dragonstone, to warn Rhaenyra and Daemon – you revealed the plan you’ve managed to come up with while wandering through dark corridors. And you knew ser Erryk was one of the very few who can be trusted right now.

- And what about Meleys? I can’t leave her here - your mother's voice was suddenly filled with sadness. She was as attached to her she-dragon, The Red Queen, as you were to yours.

- The coronation will take place in the Dragonpit, Aemond told me. I will get Meleys and Carantes out of here, I promise. I’ll join you on the Dragonstone – it was now you who was ensuring your mother as you squeezed her hands firmly.

- And you think Aemond will let you go without any opposition? Now, when you have just returned to him and your affection seems to flourish? – she looked at you with incredulity.

- He will have to. He must – you whispered, a sudden pain filled your soul, the thought of abandoning the love of your life again was truly tearing you apart. But it was that kind of pain you had to swallow, even if it hurt with every single sip.

- You love him, my child – Rhaenys embraced you with her maternal warmth, understanding the importance of the choice you had to make.

- My feelings don’t count right now. There are far more important things to face at the moment – you said with a dash of a soldier, succumbing yourself to the loving hug of your mother.

- You really are my daughter – Rhaenys smiled with an unhidden pride, letting you go – You should go now, guards will soon start looking for the reason of their dead companion – she rushed you towards the door.

- Remember mother, ser Erryk will get you at sunrise – you said as you slowly disappeared behind the door. Your mother only nodded with understanding.

Somehow you managed to sneak back to your chamber unnoticed. Ser Ryon seemed to be visibly relieved when he saw you, all safe and sound.

You decided to take a bath as you wished even for a single moment of rest. You filled the tub with boiling hot water, adding some fragrance oils. You kicked off your clothes and dived into the steaming water. It was still a bit too cold for your taste, in the end a fire cannot kill the dragon, you guessed. You were lying there for several hours until water became unpleasantly cold. You peeked through the window. The sun was low on the horizon and there was still no sign of Aemond’s presence. You assumed that the searching of his brother must have devoured him completely.

You stepped out of bathtub, reaching for the towel and started to wipe the wetness from your body. You even applied some of precious lotion from Ashai as you couldn’t resist it’s tempting scent of jasmine. You put on the dress, black one with deep boat neck, long sleeves and with rich, velvety dragon & seahorse embroidery. You clipped some strands of your hair to the back, leaving the rest loose. You wanted to look representative in case Your Prince would’ve decided to join you.

Suddenly the door to your chamber opened and none other than Aemond came in, casting you an exploratory look. He evidently appreciated the fact that you have attired yourself for him only, as he smirked in a delightful way.

- There you are. It seems that you have already tuned yourself up for the evening – his eyes were piercing through you obstinately and you could tell that he was already undressing you in his mind.

- Have you found Aegon? – you asked as he poured the wine into two goblets.

- I have, unfortunately. If only he had boarded a ship and crossed The Narrow Sea, you would’ve become the queen – he handled you one glass and smiled apparently pleased with himself, his gaze never left your body, as he was now examining your statuesque figure wrapped with black velvet only to highlight your every curve.

- And have you found your mother? – he took a solid sip of wine, still staring at you, making you blush involuntarily.

- Yes, I have. I’ve arranged her departure from the city – you also took a swig, wanting to cover your reddening.

- Good. She’s welcome to leave at any moment, as long as she leaves you behind – he finally glanced away from you, reaching his hand to back pocket of his coat.

- I have a gift for you - a black velvet box appeared before your eyes.

- Gift? - you were so startled that you had to put your glass down, not wanting to spill the alcohol.

- Open it – he passed over the box to you, smirking cunningly.

You opened it and the first thing you noticed was the blood-red fabric that filled the inside. Then your eyes caught a sight of quite impressive necklace made of white gold, a massive tear-shaped sapphire was embedded in its heart. You said nothing, as you were dazed by the artistry of gold chains linked with carved bindings.

- Helaena helped me with picking – Aemond finally said, wanting to break the awkward silence.

Ah yes. Helaena, his sweet, older sister. Only she could have such sophisticated taste. And she was the only person of this whole family who you truly sympathized with.

Aemond took the necklace out of the box and looked at you inquiringly. You turned your back to him, shoveling your hair away. After a moment you felt a cold touch of metal against your cleavage and Aemond’s gentle fingers grazing the soft skin on your neck, causing you to shiver. He clipped the jewelry and his hands slid down your arms, his warm breath enveloped your nape. You turned yourself back around and now he was admiring little piece of art on your neckline.

- It definitely looks better on you. Now we both have something in common – he smiled at you meaningly.

Suddenly something dazzled you. His eyepatch. For some time you have been tempted to discover what is underneath it. And now it was within arm's reach.

You slowly gripped the leather strap with your hand. He didn’t stop you but you could see how much he have stiffened, his only eye glanced down to the ground. Finally you removed the eyepatch, revealing the deepened scar first. Then you looked further. The sapphire. The rumors did not lie. It was now gleaming, reflecting the candlelight and you could literally saw little flames dancing in its flexure. It was truly beautiful, out of this world. The blue of the stone only highlighted the color of the healthy iris, making it more overwhelming.

- Are you scared? – he was afraid of your lack of reaction – I wear the eyepatch so ladies at the court wouldn’t be frightened…

- It’s beautiful, Aemond – you sighed as you grabbed his cheek, gently tracing the pink scar with your thumb. You could see him gradually relaxing. A surge of relief overwhelmed him, a realization of your acceptance washed over him like a wave. Acceptance of his flaws, his deficiencies, his weaknesses.

All of sudden he pulled you by necklace gustily and crashed his lips against yours. The kiss was so hectic that you couldn’t help but moan, while he was engorging you with his tongue. He pinned you with his whole body to the dresser behind you, you almost stumbled from the force of his pressure. His hand embraced your thin waist, while the other wandered to your breast, kneaded it through the thickness of material. Apparently this wasn’t enough for him as he pulled out your both of your bosoms, releasing them from tight pressure of fabric. His lips immediately sucked their tender mold, grasping sensitive nipples with his teeth, coaxing more and more delightful groans from you.

- Open your legs – you heard his fiery command by your ear as he gently licked it.

You remained still as you looked at him with pride. You were a Velaryon after all and a dragon’s farrow, you weren’t going to give yourself up to him like a common prostitute.

- Resistant, huh? Have you already forgotten that you deserve to be punished for your recent antics? Besides you also owe me a favor for today's rescue – his fingers tightened around your jaw, clutching it heavily – Spread your legs like a good whore you are – his voice was nothing but a threat now.

- I am not… your… whore – you managed to drawl out through your teeth and you took out the dagger hidden in the neck of the dress but you were foolish to think you could menace him somehow. In a split second Aemond knocked the blade out of your hand, spinning it deftly within his palms. He pressed the dagger against your throat, enough for you to feel its sharpness, without cutting your alabaster skin.

- What did you want to do with it, little dove? Cut me? – he chuckled madly, sparkles of insanity glistened in his one eye – Now, where were we… Ah, yes – he spreaded by force your trembling legs with his free hand, the blade of your dagger never left your neck.

- Good girl – he praised and set aside the dagger from you and started to play with it. His eyes were examining your dress as he was swiveling the goad around his hand, more and more vehemently.

A few clean, rapid cuts tore your dress apart, baring you completely in front of him. Aemond smiled with unhidden satisfaction and after a short while he grabbed your ass, lifting you and placing on the top of the dresser. Again, he separated your legs so you were forced to put heels of your feet on the edge of furniture.

- And who do you think you are if not a whore, spreading yourself before me like that, waiting for me to graciously fuck the life out of you? – he smirked derisively, teasing you. The sapphire in his eyehole shimmered sinisterly.

You felt ashamed, humiliated. You were now completely at his mercy, like a helpless child waiting for a punishment. Your cheeks became scarlet red, the blood in your veins pumped restlessly.

- But I must admit that your tendency to hiding weapons everywhere you manage can be… useful – the cold blade of dagger traced inner side of your thigh as he watched your skin shiver from the sensation - So why not hide it here? – he encircled your groins with blade’s tip, dangerously close to your folds, now becoming wet. You didn't want to admit it, but sporting with Aemond turned you on more than you could ever imagine.

- And what is that? My, my… You’re already soaking. Does it excite you, the feeling of a threat against that defenseless body of yours? – he chuckled with a slight surprise. He rotated the dagger so now its handle was aimed at your core. You gasped with dismay as you realized what he is about to do.

- Well then… There is nothing else left for me to do than to obey the salacious craving of my dirty, little whore.

And before you could even protest, the shaft of dagger slipped through your drenched folds. You cried pitifully at the feeling of cold and hardness ravaging your poor cunt. Aemond pushed it slowly further, rotating the haft slightly so it was now hitting that special spot inside of you. He was now watching the blade disappearing inside your pussy and he was clearly hypnotized by the sight. Your moans were capturing his mind in a delightful way, he was ready to yield right there, right now.

- It’s almost as long as my cock. Makes me wonder… whether you have pleasured yourself with it during lonely nights without me? Have you imagined my cock slamming into your needy cunt while doing it? – he purred against your neck, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on it - Of course you have, just look at you… How you squeal like a common slut at the sensation… You’ve been through this before, haven’t you? – he pushed the dagger even harder, making you squirm.

His hand set a killing pace, his teeth nipped the sensitive skin on the crook of your neck. Your screams continued as the dagger’s handle pushed into you eagerly, hitting that very spot inside of you, leaving sloppy, wet sounds.

- Look at me – Aemond grabbed your jaw, looking fiery into your eyes and once again he kissed you so intensely that you thought he’s going to crash his teeth against yours – Look what you’re doing to me, how dare you take advantage of me like that…? - he panted, finally tearing his lips away from yours.

You looked at the growing bulge in his pants, he was extremely aroused indeed. While you were admiring his covered manhood, he used your moment of inattention and sticked the helve all the way through, finally turning it over in such way that made you swoon almost. The thrusts did not stop and you felt your climax coming as your walls started to shake around the dagger. Aemond must have noticed that because he stopped his moves all at once, removing the handhold, now completely soaked with your juices, causing you to whimper. 

- U-uh, I won’t let you come, not like that. It would be an insult to me – he looked into your miserable eyes and licked your liquids of the dagger so obscenely that it made you blush like a little, innocent girlie.

- But I must admit you taste divine, my little dove - he did not stop embarrassing you, as he licked his lips lasciviously. He put the dagger at a safe distance so that you certainly could not reach for it. He ran his finger along your bottom lip, kissing it softly.

- Go to bed. Lay on all fours – he commanded shortly and this time you knew better and obeyed.

You walked towards the bed and went on all fours exactly like he ordered, sticking your ass defiantly in his direction and you waited in anticipation for his next move. You heard the tumble of metal buckle of his belt when it hit the floor as he was undressing himself. For a brief moment you thought he was going to use it to smack your ass, but it wasn’t the belt that strike your bum. His hand gave a few solid slaps, so whopping that you were certain there would be red marks the next morning. A heated screech left your mouth while he gave you several more, kneading the luscious flesh of your ass with his fingers. Another streamlet of your wetness dripped down your thighs.

- Now I’m going to fuck the obedience into you until you plead me to stop – he snarled and with a one firm thrust he buried his whole cock in your greedy cunt, you screamed as you were feeling him tearing your insides apart. He growled as he felt you clenching around him so tightly that he couldn’t move even an inch.

- Stop squeezing me this hard, issa ziry-zaldrīzes (my Dragoness). You don’t want me to come, not yet – he whispered to your ear, giving you a warning slap in the ass. You tried your best to loosen your walls up, but it was pretty hard, since he haven’t gave you any time to accommodate to his length.

Once you have finally let go, he started pounding into you mercilessly, stretching you in a hurtful and yet pleasurable way. His hands tightened around your hips, using all his strength to stick you onto his swollen manhood. He was piercing you like a newly sharpened spear, rutting into you like a thirsty animal. Your sinful moans mixed with shameless, wet sounds of tapping skin against skin. Aemond was breathing heavily, his deep growls made you stretched for him even more.

He pulled you up by your hair abruptly, so your back was resting on his firm chest now and your ass leaned on his muscular thighs. He grabbed one of your breasts clasping it lustily, while his other hand wandered to your exposed clit, torturing the sensitive bud so badly it made you squeal like a little, hurt bird.

- Look at you, taking my cock so willingly like a good, submissive whore – he oozed praises into your ear, licking the earlobe deliciously. His hands guided your hips to his pelvis making your movements more unhesitating. At this moment you were almost sure that if there was a huge mirror in front of the bed he would definitely made you look into it, to watch how greedily he takes you. But at the same time, he would have to reckon with the fact that you would have come in a second.

- I’m going to claim you endlessly, mark you in every possible way so no man would ever touch you or even think about you indecently – as to highlight his words he started biting your neck, leaving bruises and hickeys wherever he could. Gods, now I will have to wear those goddamn high-neck dresses, you thought with an annoyance, but he didn’t gave you much time to complain in your thoughts as he began to literally hammer you into his pulsing cock.

- I will defile you to that extent that no other lord would ever want to marry you because… you… are… MINE - his last words practically turned into a fearsome snarl. He threw you on your back with quite momentum, with a one dexterous move he lifted your pelvis against his loins and buried himself deep inside to the hilt. It startled you so much that you had to grab the nearest pillow and stick your nails into it. His thrusts gained  more and more strength so as your screams became almost desperate. He watched you – no, he was engorging you like a predator just before consuming its prey. The sapphire in his eye socket gleamed wildly making him look even more intimidating.  His insatiable eye looked at you, trembling, begging with all your body for release. Oh how you were praying for it, your mind was completely clouded with vision of incoming bliss. But Aemond was not a fool, he sensed your approaching intoxication like a deer would scent the changing wind. His moves became cruelly sluggish, he was torturing you with his languor.

- Aem… Aemond…! I need… I need to come…! Ple… Please! – you whimpered realizing how pathetic you must have sounded.

He only grinned impudently, lowering himself so now his torso was rubbing against your tremulous breasts.

- Beg me, byka live (little whore). I want to hear you begging for it – he whispered to your ear, leaving wet, sloppy kisses around your neck afterwards. His long, silver-blonde hair, now in a complete mess, were stroking you so lightly that it almost made you ticklish.

- Please Aemond! I beg you… Please let me cum, please! – so you begged, wanting your own ecstasy more than the dignity you lost when he stripped your dress of you.

- Excellent. I shall fulfill your wish as I am a gracious prince – he smiled triumphantly and kept his word as he began pushing into you at a deadly pace.

You could tell that he himself was getting closer to his peak, you could feel every single vein on his throbbing cock, pulsating with boiling-hot blood, his breath got much more erratic. He closed his eyes and laid his head beneath your collarbone, almost drifting away. His hips thrusted chaotically, trying to hit your sensitive spot for the very last time.

- I’m going to fill you up with my seed. I want to watch your belly swell with my child, your breasts full of milk… - he suddenly expressed his unexpected wish, causing to google at him with your startled eyes.

This confession must have somehow turned him on even more, because as his thrusts became more uneven his groans escalated as well. Your walls started to clench around his member ruthlessly, your whole body was shaking as if you had caught the cold. And you came. Basically you both came in an unison almost. He spilled his entire seed deep inside you, pressing his hips into you more to make sure not a single drop was wasted. You sighed deeply, your mind was overwhelmed by the number of various impulsions. The two of you were in silence for a longer moment, only the sound of your restless panting was interrupting the tranquillity. Aemond was still inside you as his cock was becoming floppy. He peppered your cheeks, jaw and neck with kisses and gently stroked your temple with his fingers. Finally he pulled out of you, causing your mixed liquids to drip down the inner side of your thigh. He went down on you and hugged his face to your womb, looking at it meaningly. You automatically ran your fingers through his silky hair, tattering it slightly.

- Aemond…?

- Hmm…? 

- Would you really father a bastard…? – you were a bit concerned about his reaction to that question, but you had to ask it anyway. He looked at you as if you have just broke off the Christmas tree.

- We'd be already married when the baby would be out. I would never contaminate myself with a bastard, I’m not like my brother – he visibly felt disgusted at the mention of his sibling.

You looked at him confused. You weren't going to allow him to bring your child into this world. The world that was about to be destroyed by the yoke of war. You weren’t so selfish as to condemn an innocent being to such a fate, but Aemond didn’t seem to care about it at all. Apparently, the burden of being the second son and want to leave behind a legacy was greater than you thought. After all, you weren't going to give in to it, as you already planned to ask the Maester for the moon tea. You can never be too careful.

Aemond raised from the bed and brought the bowl with water as well as some cloth. He started to clean you up, gently wiping the sweat and your liquids off your body. When he finished he did the same with himself. After all, he put the vessel aside and pulled you under the covers, wrapping you closely with blankets. You leaned your weary head on his chest, his heartbeat was so steady and calm that you almost fell asleep just listening to it.

- Sleep, my love. Tomorrow my cursed imitation of a brother will be coronated. And after that we will begin the preparations for our wedding – he kissed the top of your head, rubbing it softly.

But Prince Aemond ‘One-Eye’ Targaryen did not suspect yet that before you tie the knot many unexpected events will take place. Many thrilling ones perhaps. And maybe it will take the world’s end to say this perpetual oath.

... and here it is guys! Thanks for reading and I will appreciate any kind of feedback in comments! I have almost finished Chapter 3 by now, I'll post it any time soon and I hope this time Tumblr won't screw things up :p And worry not, Daemon & Aemond duo will come back in some time, but for now story will be more Aemond-concentrated as I have to figure out the wedding crap between him and reader and other thingy things. I also have the concept for the whole series and I'm afraid that every part will contain some kind of smut. But I know you dirty little potatoes love it :p

And... I have a plan to write a quite short, but intense smut with Aemond&Aegon&reader threesome. I'm not a big fan of Aegon at all but he's such a little, filthy shit so I thought this might be fun :p

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Dragons eat Seahorses series: The Storm's Aftermath - Female OC Velaryon Reader x Aemond Targaryen (Chapter 3)

Chapter 1: Battlefield between the sheets

Chapter 2: Outburst of chaos

This is a bit lengthy one but... I think it's definitely worth it, so much is going on in this part guys, I had to make it a bit longer. I hope you enjoy this one as well as the last ones!

WARNINGS(!): Smut, 18+ NSFW, angst, mentions of violence and killing, gulity/comfort sex, dub-con, semi-public sex, clothed sex, lovers to enemies/enemies to lovers dynamic.

ENGLISH IS MY 2ND LANGUAGE.

Word count: approx 7,2k

DISCLAIMER: Mentions of ep 8, 9 and 10 HOTD events

SUMMARY: The day of the coronation of this traitor Aegon has finally come. You had some plan of escaping from it alongside with your mother, she has even outdone you in its realization but your attempts to escape ended in a fiasco as you didn't want any bloodshed to be caused by yourself. After that you stayed in King's Landing and Aemond was sent to Lord Borros Baratheon to negotiate. But never in your life have you suspected that the consequences of this arrangement would be so deplorable, inciting a war even. You quickly revised your decision of marrying Aemond, but he had his way to make you choose otherwise.

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- Are you sure that this is a good idea, My Lady? – asked ser Ryon with a hint of doubt in his voice while he was tying up your armlets with the highest precision. You’ve asked him to help you put your armor on as you couldn’t afford the risk of betraying your plans by some maid to the Prince. Besides, ser Ryon was a knight after all, he knew the complicated art of putting on all those war pieces better.

- I am sure. This is a sad day, ser Ryon, both for me and for all those people who can’t stand this treachery. And I’m not going to endure it wearing a pretty gown and smiling stupidly like all those court gooses – the knight said nothing, only smiled at your undisguised stubbornness and he continued fastening your breastplate. You decided to wear your favorite set, with a huge image of Carantes on plastron and studded with small sapphires, covered with various engravings.

All of sudden you heard knocking on the door. You shook, looking at your sworn shield desperately. You knew who was behind that door and certainly it wasn’t someone who should see you parading in your shiny cuirass.

- A moment please! I’m not ready yet! – you shouted loud enough to keep the intruder out.

Ser Ryon quickly passed you a thick navy cloak, matching your outfit and you covered yourself with it tightly to make sure that none metal scrap would show through it. You looked at yourself in the mirror to be absolutely sure. You huffed nervously, adjusting protruding curves of armor carefully. You glanced at ser Ryon questioningly and he nodded only with assurance.

- Alright, come in!

The door opened and Aemond appeared in front of your eyes. The Prince looked at you with visible confusion, scanning your whole attire.

- My Lady... I must admit I have expected your apparel to be more... sophisticated – he said suspiciously, his shrill eyes were still looking for any kind of a drawback. His glance made you move anxiously.

- Well, due to the fact that I will not be the center of attention today, I thought that it would be more...appropriate – you tried to grin and bear it and his gaze finally relented. A small amused snort left his mouth.

- Come then, little dove. We don’t want to keep our future king waiting, do we? – he pulled out his arm towards you and you grabbed it without hesitation. All three of you walked away and headed to the carriage waiting for you in the courtyard. If you were to be honest, you would have preferred riding to the Dragon Pit on your dragon back and burn the hell out this place with The Greens included. But you abandoned this plan quickly because Carantes was locked securely away from you in the pit.

When you finally reached your destination you hoped that your mother was already on her way to the Dragonstone or at least embarked on the ship. Aemond and ser Ryon led you to the center inside of The Pit where some kind of an altar was now located, it must have been prepared specially for the coronation. You took your place between The Prince and Helaena, ser Ryon was standing closely behind you. You guessed by her face expression that she didn’t want to be here as strongly as you did. Alicent, The Queen Dowager at present, gave you a restorative look and you only bowed lightly in respond. You despised her, she was perfectly aware of inability of her failure son to rule and yet she pushed him to it, considering his gender as the only excuse. She has even pushed on organizing this entire lark in the Dragon Pit before the masses to gain their credit.

The sound of fanfares and the approaching retinue of guards snapped you out of your thoughts. And among guards you saw him. Aegon was striding hesitantly as if he was still not quite certain of what he was doing here. Run you fool, you can still save your and this throne honor, you thought watching him coming closer and closer. But he didn’t run away. He crossed the stairs to the altar and suddenly rested his eyes on you.  You turned your head away from his bawdy gaze and he only smiled mockingly at your disgust. Aemond must have seen this brief interaction between you two because he stiffened momentarily and grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him. He has always defended you from his unappeased brother as Aegon has always sought for the occasion to provoke you or pinch you in the wrong spot, causing Aemond to rip his brother’s guts off almost. Aegon must have counted on greater opportunity to torment you due to his new position. After Aemond’s dead body.

You looked through the crowd and a familiar face has striked you. Your mother’s face.

Mother?! What the hell are you doing here?!, you thought being deeply in shock and you were about to warn her somehow but she stopped you from doing any risky move, simply by putting a finger to her mouth. You stopped none too soon and checked if anyone has seen your sudden fluster. Luckily no one was paying attention to you at the moment.

The Hand of the King, Otto Hightower (the man you despised the most) started his speech, lying through his teeth about sudden change of will of the dead King concerning his succession. Your bowels were twisting while listening to these prevarications. Then the actual part of the ceremony began and the Grand Maester started to anoint that drunkard of a successor and gave him blessings. The sword of Aegon the Conquer, Blackfyre, was given to his pathetic namesake. You fought with indescribable urge to kick the sword off his hand and decapitate him with it. A demonstrative yawn escaped your lips and Helaena giggled at your sudden sign of disdain. Aemond casted an admonishing look on you but his lips curved in a smirk involuntarily, betraying his actual feelings.

You looked through the mob again, but your mother was nowhere to be seen. She disappeared into thin air. But you knew exactly why and what she was about to do.

After all those ministrations it was time for the climax. The ruby crown of The Conquer was finally put on this traitor head and it was put there by none other than Criston Cole, another turncoat.

Aegon raised his newly received sword, wallowing in the crowds admiration and applause. After a long moment of his excitement you heard a noisy roar coming from beneath the floor as it started to shake. You knew that sound all too well. The adrenaline rush began to overflow you.

The crowd has frozen at the sound of another horrific growl. A second later floor plates exploded with a terrific rumble, falling with a heavy momentum, literally crushing people around with their weight. When the dust fell at last, two tremendous corpses of giantic reptiles showed up. „There is a beast beneath the boards!” Helaena’s prophecy was now ringing in your ears. Well, two beasts to be exact. Carantes alongside with Meleys straddled by no one else than Rhaenys started to squash surrounding them people with their limbs and tails, throwing them to all sides. It was quite a sight, although Carantes was two times bigger than the older she-dragon. Those who managed to flee from beasts terror were running now for their lives towards the gate, which unintelligible guards began to close. The throng was uncontrollable now, screams and desperate cries were only things you could hear at the moment. The total chaos has reigned.

- Open the door! – you heard a stentorian shout from Otto Hightower. But guards haven’t heard him as they kept on closing the gate.

- Let my daughter go – Rhaenys  blustered while she was trying to keep Meleys in check – Come, Elaena. Carantes has missed you quite badly – she added gesturing her hand at your dragoness, who wailed pitifuly as if she could actually understand her words.

Aemond stepped in your way, shielding you with his body. Alicent ran to Aegon and did exactly the same thing with her other son, holding his hand for dear life. Ser Ryon stood by your side with a sword ready. Criston Cole took his position in front of Helaena as he was ordered by the Queen.

- Let my daughter go and I’ll let you live. All of you – you heard your mother’s relentless entreaty. Burn them, mother. Burn them all!, your eyes were begging her ardently. You were sure that Carantes and Meleys would have never harm you, in any way. But deep inside you knew Rhaenys would never do this. First, it wasn’t her war to start and second – she couldn’t hurt Alicent and Aegon, not after she has seen her defending her son as befits a mother. In that case, you couldn’t allow any bloodshed.

- I’ll stay, mother. I won’t let bloodshed happen because of me – you tried to reason with her – You go, fly away. I swear, I’ll join you sooner or later.

Rhaenys looked at you in wonder. But in the end, she realized that it was the most sensible solution to get out of this situation.

- Stay safe, my child. You have found yourself in a vipers nest and remember – you can’t trust anyone. Not even him – she pointed her head at Aemond who kept his watchful eyes on her – I’m looking forward to embrace you, my beloved one. We all do.

After this rather tender farewell she turned the reins and forced Meleys to fly. A moment later you saw The Red Queen and her Mistress flying off the Dragon Pit. But the threat has not been averted as Carantes continued to kick violently in place. She was vexed by the sight of you being trapped behind wall of people and by the lack of your reaction to this. You saw by her lights that The Killing Beauty was about to be very killing.

You tried to pass Aemond in order to soothe the dragoness, but he stopped you with his hand, apparently thinking that you wanted to escape.

- Aemond, let me through. If I won’t calm her down, she will burn the place to the ground and no one will be able to stop her, not even me – you tried to reason with him. He ultimately let you go without taking his eyes off you, however.

You slowly approached the dragon and hugged her muzzle, stroking the nostrils. She tried to cuddle even more, by pulling her head closer, almost knocking you over.

- Shh, it’s alright. Iksan kesīr, riña. Nyke gīmigon ao mesar nyke, yn nyke kostagon daor sōvegon lēda ao sir (I’m here, girl. I know you missed me, but I can’t fly with you now) – you didn’t know if dragons were fluent in High Valyrian, but Carantes had to get the context, because she was now looking at you with her big, golden eyes with sadness.

You petted her a little bit more as you saw her leaning to your touch. You greatly regretted that you couldn’t just simply hop on her and fly far away from there.

- Rȳbagon naejot nyke sir. Istia sōvegon qrīdrughagon (Listen to me now. You must fly away) – Carantes snorted at you fixedly - Istia obeor nyke. Kesi rhaenagon aderī, nyke kivio. (You must obey me. We will meet soon, I promise).

Dragoness initially seemed to finally obey but in the last act of mutiny she pulled your cloak with her snout, revealing your well-hidden (so far, at least) armor. You heard some gasps and rattle of swords. Shit, you thought, being mad at your beast’s malice.

- Did you know she was armed the whole time? – ser Criston asked Aemond with a grudge. But The Prince didn’t grace this question with his answer as he was staring at you, dumbfounded.

- Sōves, Carantes! Sir! (Fly, Carantes! Now!) – you shouted at her wanting her to fly away immediately. The dragon was still resisting.

- Vestan sōves! (I said, fly!) – you spanked her lightly in her long, massive neck. She finally listened, as she, reluctantly at first, picked up her wings for flight. After a while she flew away at last, crashing adjacent walls to the gate, when crossing it.

You turned yourself around only to see those people still being aghast by your coming out. Or maybe it was your hardihood that hit them.

- She has attempted to kill the King! Guards, seize her! – Otto Hightower commanded. You really hated that man.

- Oh believe me Lord Otto, I would do this with the greatest pleasure, but it wouldn’t be much of a challenge for me – you snapped back hatefully, thinking too little. You soon has regretted these words bitterly as you saw guards coming at you with their swords and shields in readiness. Again, without thinking, you drew your sword as well, wondering how you were going to cut through all of them.

- Father, enough of this nonsense! Elaena didn’t want to assassinate Aegon, she only tried to defense herself! And her true intention was to escape from here with her mother! – you were surprised hearing how Alicent tried to defend you somehow. But her father, The Hand, remained impassive.

Criston Cole approached you at your fingertips, waving his sword warningly. You only smiled with pity.

- Come, Cole. Harm me and the last thing you’ll ever going to experience in that miserable life of yours will be the force of the entire Velaryon fleet and my dragon’s wrath – you provoked him with a feral spark in your eye.

- Ser Criston, I command you to sheathe your sword! If you will do anything to her… - you heard distressful Alicent’s obsecration again.

But it was too late. You raised you sword and swinged it to clash against the knight’s blade. But it wasn’t Criston’s sword that you’ve hit. It was Aemond’s.

- Stop this, Elaena. Do you really want so despairingly to loose your head over this prick brother of mine?! – he hissed into your ear. You looked at him with hopelessness. You dropped your sword and it hit the floor with a loud rattle. Quiet sobs were coming out from your mouth as you tried to cover them with your hand. You were shaking all over, feeling the whole tension leaving your body. It's been a long time since you felt like this, so… vulnerable and defenseless.  

A fog has covered your field of view as you felt you were drifting away. Aemond caught you in his strong embrace in the last moment.

The last thing you’ve remembered from that day was him taking you out of the Dragon Pit. All the other memories were nothing but a misty haze.

*****

You spent the next few days preparing for your wedding with Aemond or rather Alicent alongside with Helaena tried to keep you busy with arrangements due to your last vagary and the fact that you didn’t feel well. And how could you feel any good when you missed your family so much it made you wither. You were wondering whether they were waiting for you or planning to rescue you. These thoughts were sneaking through your head even if you wanted to focus on something else, something fiddling like which coiffure will you wear for the wedding or what color will your gown be.

Aemond barely honored you with his presence during most of days as he was totally absorbed with different kind of planning – such as gathering the right amount of allies for his family, which one of them he should convince and which he should let go, and by letting go he meant setting them on fire with Vhagar. In the evenings, however, he kept you company, sitting with you by the fireplace and even braiding your hair. He tried to convince you that Helaena has taught him how to braid some plaits and how he has always loved your dark, thick hair. You only chuckled in disbelief while listening to his excuses. But you knew he was trying to cheer you up, as your dejection had him a millstone round his neck.

One evening you were sitting by the fireside as usual, watching flames dancing vigorously and sparks crackling merrily. This time Aemond braided your hair in some kind of a viking style as he called it, plaiting your strands solicitously around the back of your head. This man has never ceased to surprise you.

- How preparations for our wedding are going, my betrothed? – he broke the silence.

- Lovely. Today Helaena has suggested that she will maybe weave some of her dried up butterflies into my updo – he bursted off with sincere laughter.

- And I assume you’ve rejected this quaint idea? – you glowered at him with a pout. It certainly meant "yes". He kept on chuckling when he saw your grimace.

- My mother is sending me to The Storm’s End to negotiate with Lord Borros Baratheon – he suddenly changed the topic and you strained your eyes on him.

- Lord Borros is a strongly proud man. And what if he demands that you should marry one of his three undoubtedly charming daughters? – you asked him setting a trap for him. He looked at you as if you just swallowed a whole fish.

- Don’t be ridiculous, Elaena. I arranged with my mother that if Lord Borros requests a marriage in exchange for an alliance, I will offer him Daeron as he still remains without a fiancée.

Prince Daeron Targaryen, known later as Daeron the Daring, younger brother of Aemond and the youngest child of King Viserys and Queen Alicent. It's been years since you last saw him because he was sent away to the Oldtown as a young boy to serve as a squire to Lord Ormund Hightower, the Queen’s cousin. But you have remembered him as a cheerful lad, the gentlest among his brothers, which made you even wonder at times whether he was a legitimate son, so much he was different. 

-…  but it will be a short excursion, The Storm’s End is pretty close to King’s Landing - the Prince's deliberation took you out of your thoughts.

- Of course. And I suppose you will burn down the ancestral Baratheons stronghold with Vhagar if the negotiations wouldn’t go your way?

- Naturally. I even think Vhagar would feel offended if I would’ve acted otherwise – he laughed heartily at your unquestionable assumption.

*****

The next day when Aemond left to The Storm’s End you felt uneasy. A huge storm has arisen and you have worried, without even knowing why exactly. Not that this tempest would’ve stopped Vhagar, that colossal beast would even survive a hurricane. Aemond was also a pretty skilled rider, at least that's what you thought until that fateful day. For your own luck, you didn’t know that Prince Lucerys Velaryon will pay a visit to Lord Borros too, as an envoy from the Blacks. Because if you have known, you would go there by yourself instead of Aemond and even negotiate for the opposite team against your will. Or at least you would try to warn Luke somehow from getting anywhere near to his dogged uncle. You knew full well that Aemond has never forgiven the wrong Luke has done to him, even if he tried to persistently hide it. That wound has still remained opened and began to fester again after the last supper, when King Viserys was still alive and wanted to see his quarreling family reunite again for the last time, but your One-Eyed Prince decided to ruin that moment by making a toast for “the three Strong boys”. He was provoked by Lucerys, yes, but this was such a childish instigation that you thought he was going to let it go. But he didn’t and he will do so again, seeking for the nearest opportunity to get his revenge at last.

The hours passed ruthlessly slowly as you tried to occupy your mind somehow. At first you just read the book but eventually your eyes grew weary and you had to search for the new distraction. You focused on some trivialities such as choosing the right material for your wedding gown and embellishments for it. The storm did not stop, you peeked through the window and it was chucking down, lightning bolts lit the sky every moment. You thought of Aemond being soaked to his bones and you having to wipe all that dampness off him. The image of his bedraggled body had you aroused even a bit. Yes, that would be a sight to admire.

Heavy footsteps coming from behind the door snapped you out of your fantasies. The door has opened with a loud clatter as you were sitting on the bed’s edge, crumpling some fabric in your hands. After a moment Aemond entered the chamber and you were right, he was wet to the skin indeed. Water was dripping from his tangled hair as well as from his long coat. His face was pale white due to the cold and being completely drenched. But as you were studying his face more closely you knew something was not right. His expression was blank, dull you could say. When he started walking towards you, he limped a little. Then the thought came to your mind that maybe the negotiations with Lord Borros didn’t go well and Aemond’s listlessness was a result of a failure at performing his duty to the family. Perhaps there was a fight even as you presumed seeing his hobbling.

- Aemond, take off your clothes, you’ll catch a cold – you said quietly, you’ve really started to worry about him.

He took off his cloak and threw it on the floor negligently. But he didn’t seem to be aware of your concern as he kept on walking to you blindly. He kneeled between your legs and laid his head on your thigh, panting silently. You unconsciously started to caress his cheek with your fingers, wiping off the moisture.

- Can I fuck you? I need to feel you so badly, please… - his unexpected request startled you but you didn’t say a single word as you let his hands wander under the skirt of your dress, doffing your skin from ankles to inner of your thighs. When his fingers has reached your core, he looked at you waiting for your permission and you simply nodded. He pushed one of his long digits between your folds without any rush, moving it at a steady pace. You easily became wet and you wandered about what was wrong with you, getting aroused in such situation with him being suspiciously tender with you and scared as if he expected you to run away from him at any moment. He kissed your womb and clit, lapping his tongue on your nether lips gingerly, coaxing more breathy moans from you. Your juices were dripping down his chin and he licked them greedily with a purring hum. You wanted more of this delicious delight but suddenly he stopped, raising from his feet, laid you down on the bed carefully and he took off his breeches, leaving the upper part of his outfit on.

He settled himself between your legs, tucking your dress to your hips, not caring about undressing you fully. He pressed you deeper into the mattress with all his body weight and you could feel his already rigid manhood rubbing against your folds. He smelled with weird mixture of wind and Vhagar’s scent, composed of mud, her tough rugged skin and something else.  

With one swift thrust he buried himself inside you all the way to the hilt, causing a dramatic cry to escape your mouth. He kissed you sappily to prevent another moans and his moves gained a rhythmic pace, even a lazily one you could say.

- You’re mine and mine alone…  He won’t take you, not anymore – he chugged against your neck and got you confused as you didn’t know of who he was talking, did he mean Daemon possibly? But that seemed to not fit as you assumed that The Rogue Prince wasn’t at The Storm’s End. 

Aemond’s movements became more and more chaotic, his hips pushed into you frantically as you heard his hoarse growls. His stark cock was pleasantly warm unlike his body, being still cold and dank. His hands grabbed every inch of your body they could impetuously, his lips were giving wet, open-mouthed kisses on your cleavage just below your collarbones.  

-… she disobeyed me and I tried everything to stop her. There was nothing I could do… Her rage was unstoppable… - he whispered and caught you off guard again. You were quite certain that he was talking about that bloodthirsty beast of his.

You tried to push him away unsuccessfully, as you wanted to inquire him about what the hell was going on but you remained powerless against his force. He didn’t seem to notice your attempt get out of him as he continued his rampageous thrusts.

- Aemond…! Stop this, right now! – you were still struggling with him without any result, again.

- I watched him falling down from the sky… his riven pieces carried away by the wind… - his piercing words made you finally pushing him off with lasts of your strength and you jumped out of bed like a scolded cat. It was a quite small loss as you weren't able to reach your climax in any way, not under those circumstances and not with him in this state.

- What have you done, Aemond?! What Vhagar has done…?! – his face was genuinely frightened and he covered it with his hands. You felt wrath growing within you.

- Vhagar got.. enraged by Arrax… she chased him and didn’t obey to any of my commands… She teared him to shreds and there was NOTHING I could do about it…! – he was almost sobbing, you glanced at him and saw drops trickling down his cheeks. It wasn’t because of his dampness – those were sincere tears.

Arrax, Lucerys dragon, a baby dragon to be precise. The dreadful truth has hit you with such potency that you had to grab the nearest chair to prevent yourself from falling to the floor. You couldn't say a word for a long while because you felt that any of them might choke you. But you had to finally to tell something because your ingrowing exasperation would strangle you sooner or later.

- You have killed Lucerys Velaryon, your own goddamn nephew… My cousin… And you’ve let Vhagar do this…?!

You managed to look at him back again and you saw that little boy in him, the very same he was in his childhood, vulnerable and shiftless when he was struggling to claim a dragon for his own and was bullied by not owning one. But this hasn’t melted your heart, on the contrary.

- SAY IT! You’ve murdered him, haven’t you?!

He didn’t say a single word but his guilty look was fair enough for you.

Before he could say or do anything you flew out the door, smashing them with loud bang. You headed to the beach upon The Red Keep as you desperately needed to calm yourself down even a bit, not being tormented by his face.

Lucerys, Luke. That little boy who always admired you and your sword skills, who always sought every opportunity to spar with you and you fought with him even though you could easily defeat him. He was raving immensely about Carantes as he always complained about Arrax, his looks or size in comparison to hers. And he always had to touch her in whatever way, it made you constantly defending him from the dragoness enraged by intrusive contact. Now that sweet boy was dead, murdered by your lover. His only fault was pointing out a dagger at the wrong person. His Uncle.

Your almost stumbled over slushy sand because your feet were sinking in it with ease. It was the middle of dead night and you barely could see anything because your surroundings were as dark as the grave. Either way you noticed dim, peculiar shape resembling some kind of a cliff or a dune. A second later that ‘dune’ moved revealing snoring Vhagar. You approached her with anger. At this point you didn’t really care whether she was going to ‘dracarys’ you or not.  

- Are you happy with yourself, you ferocious old hag?! You killed a little, innocent boy and ate his baby of a dragon, the very same one you were ages ago! – dragoness grunted gloomily, seemingly understanding your reproaches towards her.

You fell on your knees unwittingly, sobbing audibly and you tossed a handful of sand at the dragon. Fortunately, she didn’t bother with it at all as she was now observing you with pity.

- Are you planning to escape from me, my little dove? – you heard crunching steps coming from behind.

- Yes and I was just about to take Vhagar on a ride and maybe we would kill another innocuous entity on the way – you snapped angrily facing Aemond, who chuckled blackly at your words. The little boy he had become for a while was long gone. His real inherent countenance of a cunning fiend was back.

- Nyke kessa soure gūrogon ao va iā kipagon va zirȳla yn daor gō īlva dīnilūks, ñuha ziry-zaldrīzes (I shall surely take you on a ride on her, but not before our wedding, my Dragoness).

- Nyke vedar sora sagon zaltan naejot ñuqir ondoso Carantes tae dīnagon ao (I would sooner be burned to ashes by Carantes than marry you) – Kinslayer – you added with scorn.

He visibly flurried when he heard your new ‘pet-nickname’ for him. He started to stride towards you gustily, stretching out his hand, but you took out your own faster and slapped him in the face with all the strength you had. He swayed a bit, but still kept a steadfast posture. You started to punch his chest like an upset child, at first he didn't try to stop you, but after a while his patience ran out as he turned your back to him, keeping you caged between his strong arms. You tried to jerk off but to no avail.

- Let go, you mad woman! – he yelled impatiently, trying to keep your throwing in all directions body.

- Oh I am mad, loving a murderer like you! – you succeeded to get your hand enough to pull out a small stiletto from the neckline of your dress – Not this again…! – he wailed letting you go ultimately, avoiding your blind jabs.

For a long time, both of you were doing a weird dance, you were stabbing him at random, swiveling yourself like ballerina and Aemond was graciously dodging your prods like a leopard. You knew he was a dangerous, highly-skilled fighter and could easily knock the blade out of your palm but for some unknown reasons he didn’t do it. Clearly he enjoyed toying with you, forgetting that you also lacked nothing in terms of martial art and unlike him, you had experience in real-life encounters as well as battles.

In one moment he lost his focus for a fraction of a second by turning his head back overmuch and that was good enough for you. Single quick, smooth incision of your dagger cut the palm of his hand, leaving sanguinary oblong gash. Aemond shouted excruciatingly, glancing at his bleeding hand the turning his flabbergasted look to you. The grip on your hand loosened, dropping the bloody blade in the sand. You were staring at his bleeding out limb with stupor, not quite believing your, intentional after all, doings. After a moment of disorientation, you managed to regain your consciousness and pulled out a small bandana and started to bandage the injury, carefully wrapping the fabric around.

- You always cut men first and then fix them? – he asked mockingly, hissing lightly as you tightened the bandage, finally stopping the bleeding.

- No, I don’t. But taking into account what you have done today, consider this as a very small price – you responded, not letting go his disfigured hand, squeezing it intensely, causing another howl leaving his mouth.

- I did not want to do this. All I intended was to tease him and maybe pulling out his eye. As payment for mine – he grabbed you by forearms and looked into your eyes deeply. A spark of sincerity in his only eye convinced you that he was telling the truth.

- If you really didn’t want to do so, then you would have waited until he disappeared into thin air. Especially knowing the unpredictability of that war machine of yours – you pointed at Vhagar who was now snoring again – And yet you chased him, Vhagar sensed your subliminal craving and she did what she did in the best interests of her master – Aemond wanted to respond but before he opened his lips you continued – Don’t tell me otherwise, Aemond. You wanted to get your revenge for a very long time and it is done. And I was naïve to think you matured enough to let go of child's sins.

The Prince sighed, looking at you with resignation. Deep inside he knew that you were telling the truth which he refused to admit to himself. He grabbed your chin gently, forcing you to look him in the eye.

- The burden of this action will torment me until the end of my days, Elaena. The consequences of this act will trigger a war that was inevitable anyway and I’m ready to face them.

- You incurred an unpayable debt, Aemond. Rhaenyra and Daemon will not rest until they avenge their son. They will come for you, your unfortunate brother and your whole family.

- I’d like to see them try, with you as my wife by my side. As your husband I will repay my sins and protect you until my last breath. I will love and cherish you as my goddess and if you ask me to I will give you The Iron Throne itself.

- You've lost your mind, if you think that I still want to marr… - a formidable roar coming from the sky interrupted you. Both of you looked up and saw a dark, large shadow moving within the navy darkness of the night sky, completely blending in with it. Only the hazy starlight allowed you to see the bright pink and purple scales.

- She’s protecting her Mistress – said Aemond with a slight smirk.

Carantes circled you several times in the air and after a while landed with a noisy rumble, partially muffled by sand and laid herself next to Vhagar who has awakened. You watched in disbelief as two beasts intertwined their long necks and decided to take a nap.

- I keep forgetting that Vhagar is her mother – Prince was evidently amused by sight of two dragonesses, snoring now in unison.

- Yes, she certainly did not inherit her mother's beauty – you snapped acrimoniously – Anyway, now that my ride has already came for me, I shall fly to the Dragonstone and try to convince Rhaenyra to not burn you completely – you took a step towards the dragon but Aemond stopped you.

- You mean her? Just look at her, she’s warming with her mother’s tenderness – at this point you cursed Carantes relation with Vhagar – You want to interrupt that precious moment and hurt your endeared beast’s feelings? – you only rolled your eyes hearing this nonsense.

Aemond started to stride towards you, leading you in desirable direction and you began to withdraw, never taking your eyes off him. You walked back until you almost stumbled over a giant stone, hitting your back. You had nowhere else to go, no escape route, you were literally pressed up against a stone wall. He paced in your direction you like a lion ambushing prey, slowly, noiselessly. Finally he found himself just an inch from you, pinning you into the rock more. He looked at you victoriously with a bit of regret because that was how you were defenseless now against him.

- You want to loose another eye, Aemond? - you tried to threaten him, but only to preserve a hint of honor. He only smirked grotesquely at your words, knowing perfectly that you had no weapon, no ace up your sleeve to gain any advantage over him.

- No, that would be a severe loss, not being able to watch you when I’m possessing you – with one, solid move he lifted you with his firm hands, settling his hips between yours. You sighed heavily at the impression, his one hand started undoing his pants gustily while the other supported your bottom, digging his fingers into tender flesh of your ass cheeks. You tried to stop him but to no avail, he tucked the skirt of your dress, almost tearing the material.

- Because you have interrupted our dalliance earlier, we shall finish it now – he growled into your ear and pushed his already hardened cock all the way through your unprepared core, not caring about being any gentle. You cried painfully as his member was ravaging your not wet enough cunt, rubbing it sorely, tearing you up like a spear. Your fingers sticked into his shoulders heavily, leaving deep, livid bruises. His hips picked up a raging pace, thrusting into you punishingly, his teeth grazed exposed skin of your neck.

- You will marry me, my little dove. You shall do so or in otherwise I will burn your mother and father, mutilate her dragon and only scraps will be left of the entire Velaryon fleet - his threats ran down your skin like caustic acid, burning it severely - In the act of grace I will kill my damned Uncle and my beloved step-sister and I'll stick their dragons' heads on the pikes. I will nip this war in the bud and if Aegon turns out to be an ungrateful prick, I’ll kill him too and I’ll make you my Queen – his menaces fueled his desire because his thrusts became significantly more fierce and you couldn’t stop heated moans escaping your lips. Unconditionally you became wet enough to ease the excruciating pain and Aemond smirked lewdly, sensing your liquids running down his cock.

- I’d sooner be dev… oh… devoured by… Vhagar than be dragged down… down the altar! – you managed to gasp between his feral moves, his dick was hitting you in like a whip, racking this spot inside of you.

- My darling, this is a quite great idea but let me improve it a bit. I shall tie you up to Vhagar when I’ll be burning your closest ones, making you watch every second of it – he whispered to your ear seemingly being excited by this whole vision. His palm clenched around your neck, squeezing it moderately, just enough to feel the pulse in your arteries. But Aemond was fairly shocked when he saw you pressing his hand tighter. You always wanted to die the death of a dragon rider, just like your older sister, Laena, did. But if your end was to be while he was fucking you and choked you to death, so be it.

He snarled, removing his hand off you, not giving you the satisfaction. He lifted you higher, wrapping your legs securely around his waist, not pulling out his cock from you and laid you down on a much smaller, more flat stone. He brought your ass closer to the rock edge and buried himself with all the length, lifting up your one leg, so it was now resting on his shoulder. He was rutting into you at this new angle with no respite, one of his digits circled your afire clit, making your eyes roll back inside your head.

- I…hate…you – you breathed out, cursing him in your mind for his ability to break you, to give you the pleasure you tried to deny, but wanted so desperately.

- You may hate me, my little dove, but you can’t deny that you love me – he grinned affectionately almost, his hands massaged gently apex of your thigh and calve of your raised leg, kissing the ankle tenderly. Aemond was right, you loved him still even after what he has done, you couldn’t cease it, it was unconditional, like a mother's love for a child.

 His thrusts became deeper, more passionate, steadier. His only eye was consuming you, starving for more of your delightful moans, more of your back arching, more of your breasts bouncing in a restive rhythm.

- Look at you, how your body reacts to mine… How your pussy is sucking up my cock greedily, how you moan wanting for more… You desire me woman, it is time for you to accept it – again, he was speaking the truth. You did desire him. You did want him to fuck you until you see the stars, to clench around his heavy-stick cock and milk all over him.

He raised you up against him, so your breasts were now rubbing his torso. He was pounding into you harder, pulling your hips closer to him to you to meet his rapid thrusts. You felt his cock was getting bigger and bigger, how his veins were tautening on him. Aemond’s raspy, hasty breath was an clear evidence that he was pretty close to finish.

- Come all over me, my little dove. Seal yourself with me – he panted into your ear, leaving sloppy kisses from your earlobe down to the crook of your neck. But you resisted, somehow remains of your pride were now in charge. But he saw your defiance and smiled encouraging you to let go – Don’t fight it, ñuha ziry-zaldrīzes (my Dragoness).

And you did let go, your walls clasped around his length and you came, shaking so tumultuously that he had to hold you firmly to prevent you from falling. A second later his throbbing cock shot his warm seed down in your womb, Aemond moaned protractedly at the sensation. Both of you were panting heavily, he kissed you passionately, chuckling lightly when you tried to bite his lip. He remained in you still and after a short moment of rest he lifted you from the rock, never pulling out of you and began to walk towards the castle. You stared at him with stupefaction.

- Aemond, you intend to walk with me like that all the way through?! – he looked down his legs, only to see his undone pants dangling between his ankles, cumbering his walk.

- You’re right, my love. I better get rid of these, before we both fall over – and with a few, clumsy moves he took off the pants, his cock still sitting in you like if your womb was some kind of a nest.

He carried you like that all the way to The Red Keep, not caring if someone saw you or not. He even thrusted into you couple times as his cock became hard again in your walls, causing you to moan obscenely, while you were passing dumbfounded guards.

So you were going to marry him after all, a murderer of his own nephew and a war criminal. It was such a Targaryen thing to do.  

And that's it, this is our little's mommy war criminal being war criminal in his pure form. :p I've already started to write Chapter 4 and attention please: Aemond & Daemon duo will be back! :D So stay tuned up because it's gonna be spicyyyy :P Anyway thanks for reading and I will appreciate any kind of feedback in comments!

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