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dried-mushroom · 17 days

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My Queen

Aemond 'one-eyed' Targaryen x reader

Warnings: mentions of violence, incest (uncle & niece), oral sex (m receiving), public handjob, fingering, missionary sex, porn with plot, short slow burn, Aemond is head over heels for you, soft! Aemond

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You were the firstborn daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Harwin Strong. No stark resemblance to the knight as do your siblings, as you were the only one born with silver Targaryen hair. This made you stand out compared to your brothers, as their heritage was a common topic for gossip, and they did not have a single feature from Ser Laenor, your mother's betrothed. You were still considered a true Targaryen and not a bastard child nonetheless.

It had been years since your family had been back to Kings landing, years since you'd seen your uncles, Aegon and Aemond. You had less than fond memories of the older prince as a teen, he was always trying to get you alone and mentioning how he could satisfy you better than any other lord or knight. You often ignored his words but sometimes he was just too vile to bare.

His brother on the other hand intrigued you. He was much quieter than Aegon, but he spoke to you often. Usually, it was only small talk when you ran into the prince. You honestly didn't mind, as you may have developed a liking for the younger prince. What you weren't expecting was he already wanted you for himself.

The clearest memories between you and Aemond were when your brothers and your uncle decided to tease him about his lack of claiming a dragon. You knew how cruel Jace and Luke could be, as they enjoyed making your life harder so to speak. You lectured them both when you found out what they did to Aemond and searched for the young prince.

When you found him perched against an old oak tree, with his head in his hands, you sat next to him. As he turned to face you, you could see how red and raw his eyes were, obviously from crying. You tried to apologize for your brother's behaviour but he didn't want your pity, instead, he told you not to worry, and that he would make sure he gained a dragon. He didn't enjoy being harsh towards you and apologized later that day by gifting you a book with a note inside.

Another less fond memory of your prince was the night of Lady Laena's funeral. The entire day had an aura of gloom, and you could tell the tension was tightening between your family and Aemond's. Rhaenyra and Alicent were clawing at each other's throats every time they were close and the rumour that your mother had birthed four bastards was certainly a rumour that the HighTowers were eager to entertain, just so that your mother was seen as an untrustworthily whore.

Yet you remained close to Aemond, usually strolling around the grounds of the castle together or watching him train to duel with his brother and Ser Criston. But that dreadful night something changed, that night he finally got one of the two things he always wanted; to claim a dragon. Vhagar, Laena's dragon was sleeping peacefully until Aemond woke her, and through his bravery and her compliance, He successfully bonded with her by commanding her to calm herself and serve him in High Valyrian.

He quickly got the hang of it and rides the dragon around High Tide before landing. Vhagar was the biggest dragon in Westeros and the most powerful of any dragons the Targaryen's had. Whilst his little flying escapade, Laena's daughters noticed his absence and could hear the familiar roar coming from their mother's dragon, so they rushed over to Jace and Luke to help them find who had stolen the dragon, which was meant for the eldest Velarylon girl, Rhaena.

You were resting against a cold stone wall, seemingly fazed, when your younger brothers and cousins rushed up to you and told you about your uncle. You suddenly recalled hearing the familiar noise of the dragon and Aemond had excused himself from you as he 'felt ill' earlier. You trailed behind the four as they went to inside the castle searching for Aemond. When they spotted the young prince, they all started arguing over who had a claim to the dragon. You stayed behind them, not entirely wanting to be there.

Without a second thought, Rhaena hit Aemond for an insult he had said to her about her mother, but the latter was stronger and threw her to the ground. Your brothers quickly joined in the fight. Jace pushed Aemond to the ground and he broke Luke's nose somehow. You felt conflicted, about who to defend; either your brothers or the boy you've liked for what seemingly felt like eons.

You tried to get in between Luke and Aemond to break them up. Aemond wasn't thinking straight and accidentally hit you with a rock he had in his hand, to use on Luke. As soon as he realised what he did he dropped the rock and started apologising profusely, but Jace thought it was the perfect time to get revenge on the prince for hurting his big sister and stealing their cousin's dragon, as he threw sand into the boy's eyes and Luke slashed the boy in the right eye, blinding him.

You quickly snapped out of your pain haze and quickly rushed over to the wailing boy, whose face was now covered in blood. You couldn't believe what your brothers had done. Everything became a blur after that moment, you remember blood soaking your light-coloured dress and guiding Aemond through the castle to his mother. Him clutching you tightly, still muttering apologies to you, your relatives spewing their disgust at you for aiding the prince.

The last time you and the prince spent time was the most memorable. It was the day your mother remarried to her uncle, Daemon. You, Jace, and Luke were told by your mother that you all would be leaving for dragonstone and to say your goodbyes, the handmaidens would pack your belongings but be ready to leave King's landing before noon. This sudden news upset you heavily as you would be separated from Aemond and your friends for God knows how long. You wandered around the castle soaking in each and every detail as if it were the last. You made your way to Aemond's chambers, worried about his reaction to your leaving.

The both of you got incredibly closer ever since that fight, seemingly you both were joined at the hip, always sharing longing glances that teetered on the border of platonic. Once you reached the door and knocked, the familiar face of your blonde prince greeted you, eagerly letting you inside his room. You picked at your cuticles, not wanting to share the news with Aemond. He noticed the disdain on your face, and spoke "What's wrong, Princess Y/N?" you sighed, "Mother wants me and my brothers to travel to dragon stone for some time, she told us to say our goodbyes and to be ready to leave at midday. I'm so sorry." His smile faulted, as he took in your words.

He felt almost ill, his beloved was leaving so abruptly, he didn't know what to say, as he knew he couldn't sway Rhaenyra. Without a thought, he closed the gap between you both, slowly pressing his lips to yours, in a tender kiss. He gripped the fabric of your dress, either in a plea to hold you even closer or to keep you with him even longer. You couldn't help but feel something hard pressing into your thigh, your cheeks were ablaze when you realised what that something was.

You broke the kiss, knowing you didn't have much time left. He must have realised and quickly retrieved something from one of his drawers. It was a small bracelet, decorated in emeralds, the Hightower colour. You couldn't help but smile a little as he slipped it around your wrist. You gave him one last peck before saying the last words you'd say to him for the next six years. "Please write to me, or maybe even visit, I won't forget you, I beg you to do the same, goodbye my prince." "I will my princess, don't doubt it. Goodbye y/n." You left his chambers, not realising his brother was waiting outside his door.

Aegon grabbed your arm tightly and whispered in your ear. "You're leaving? fuck sake, why can't Rhaenyra just send the twats you call brothers away, she really wants to torture me. " You tried wiggling out of his harsh grip, but he wouldn't let go, "You know, I get so fucking hard when you cross my mind, I can't stop thinking about you swollen with my seed, being my little whore and no one el-" Aegon's perverted wishes were quickly diminished as your younger brother called out your name from the entrance of the corridor. Aegon released your arm but said one last thing, "Goodbye my betrothed." You knew that was a sick joke, Aemond had already told you that Aegon and Helena were already betrothed. He just really wanted to fuck with you. You muttered a goodbye with gritted teeth and rushed towards your brother and out of the castle.

Six Years Later:

Your mother and Daemon had decided that it would be best to visit Kings Landing once again, for your ill grandsire and to reaffirm Jace as the heir to the driftwood throne. You wouldn't mind being back at King's landing once again, this time as an 18-year-old woman, you were soon destined to be betrothed to some lord or knight. Another reason would be to see familar faces, such as Helaena, both of you were close. The Velayron girls you missed as well, as they were always sweet to you.

The two men you were dreading to see were Aegon and Aemond. Aegon for the most obvious reasons, he is a fucking pervert. As for Aemond, he in a way broke your heart. He promised to write to you but never acted on that promise, you had written three letters to the prince but he never wrote back. All those years, not one fucking word to you.

At first, you were deeply hurt but you came to understand that you could not let such a foolish thing belittle you as you were to be heir to the iron throne once your mother became Queen, you could not be seen as weak. You begged your mother to let you ride dragon back to the castle but she insisted to take a carriage, to your disappointment. Later that morning you all set off.

When the sight of the familiar castle came into your vision, you became an internal puddle of emotions, relief for finally being back home, happiness for finally being able to reunite with old friends and uneasiness for seeing the boy you loved, a man. Once the carriage abruptly stopped, you all stepped out and you let out a sharp exhale as all the Targaryen decorations that you remembered had been replaced by religious symbols.

Your stepfather made a few comments about Queen Alicent and her father was behind that, humourous but wasn't appropriate. You all were greeted and You, Jace and Luke were allowed to wander the grounds for a while. You found yourself walking near where the duelling practice was taking place and heard the smooth familiar voice belonging to Aemond.

"Nephews, You've come to train?"

You couldn't help but sigh gently when you saw how attractive Aemond had become. His hair was twice as long (more to pull on), and he was more toned and adorned with a black eye patch from the accident between him and your brother. As you walked closer to Aemond and ser Criston, you took in how skilful Aemond had become with a sword.

You joined your brothers and when Aemond saw you for the first time in years he almost forgot what he was even doing. That's how mesmerizing you are to him. Once he managed to make the Knight yield he strode towards you three. Aemond hadn't seen you in six years and he couldn't tear his eyes away from you, how your beautiful blonde hair framed your face, how your eyes were just as vibrant as they were and he couldn't help but let his eyes linger over your figure in your black & red dress, how he could get a glimpse of your cleavage as he towered over you.

"My niece, how I have missed you."

His tone was sultry and he gave your hand a quick kiss before giving your brothers a nasty look.

"Jace. Luke. Can you give me and your sister a moment alone?"

They raised their eyebrows but walked away leaving the both of you alone. He sighed before grabbing both of your hands into his.

"My dear y/n, Before you speak, listen to me. I never wanted to break that promise I made to you all those years ago. Alas, my mother had other thoughts, she forbade me from any contact with you."

"But-But why? I never did anything to offend her?"

He knew how you felt, his mother was a confusing bitch. Wanting to place Aegon, a drunk who regularly commits infidelity, as King on the iron throne. Instead, he believed he himself should have a claim to the throne. He was the one who studied history and philosophy. He was the one who trained with a sword. Oh, what he would truly do to be King and have you by his side as his Queen.

"Her reasoning seemed uncouth, as it was since you were the daughter of Rhaenyra and bare no resemblance to Ser Laenor. My mother decided that you would be unfit for me. But I couldn't go one day all those years without a thought of you trickling into my mind. Hm, you're still wearing that?"

You looked down at your wrist and couldn't help it as the blush rose to your cheeks at his words, it was the gift he left you on your last day spent together, he felt an odd sense of pride knowing you still cherished that simple bracelet. He pulled you into a tight embrace with your hands still in his grip. His large arms wrapped around you almost lovingly, and he rested his head upon yours. He murmured into your hair but before you could ask what he had said you both were interrupted by a sharp feminine voice.

"Aemond! come here. We need to talk"

And with that, Aemond sighed before releasing you to follow his cunt of a mother. You turned around to find Daemon smirking at you and laughing as he walked away, and you could tell that today would be interesting, to say the least.

Once the clock struck midday, most of everyone had made their way to the throne room to start their petitions for the heir to drift mark. Your grandsire was too sick to sit on the throne so Otto and Alicent were the ones listening. You followed your family and stood with your younger brothers. Once Vaemond, your technical uncle had proposed he be the heir to the driftwood throne which had made your entire family worry as you all knew that the Hightowers were going to do anything in their power to weaken your family. But you couldn't help but smile when you noticed how Aemond was looking at you from across the room.

When it was finally time for Rhaenyra to speak for your brother and as soon as she started the doors opened to the throne. You all turned and saw your grandfather, struggling to walk down the stairs to his place on the throne. Daemon helped his brother onto the iron throne before letting him speak. The king had reaffirmed your brother's place on the driftwood throne and you were extremely happy for him. You placed a hand on his shoulder, telling him how happy you were for him. You couldn't see how Aemond balled his hands into tight fists of jealousy, he didn't enjoy seeing you touching any other males, nonetheless, the boy who took his eye when they were younger.

After that gruesome turn of events, you were expected to go to a family dinner, your family and the Hightowers together how could that possibly go wrong? That evening you had walked into the dining room, lit up by numerous glowing candles. You noticed how almost everyone had been seated and there was an empty chair beside Aemond. Once you sat down, you saw how he looked at you, abashedly adoringly. He leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"I can't wait for tonight, I have something special planned for you. I know you'll like it."

You shivered as his warm breath trickled down your neck. You both shot back up once you heard Alicent cough loudly. You both noticed how Luke was staring almost disgustedly at the scene in front of him, but Aemond just smirked at him knowingly. In the middle of Alicunt saying grace, you felt a warm hand on your skirts. Your eyes flicked open to meet Aemond's closed ones, he seemed awfully proud of himself. What he wasn't expecting was to feel your hand gently brush against his growing erection. You watched how his breath hitched as his mother finished saying grace. As each family member conversed with one another you were trying not to concentrate on the hand trailing up your inner thigh to your arousal.

"So y/n have you been betrothed yet? I have just never seen you with a suitor yet."

Helaena's words broke you out of your haze, you stumbled around your words.

"Uh, not yet haven't. I feel as if men just are not so attracted to me."

You didn't notice Aemond's slight disappointment at your words, as you knew how much he adored you, inside and out.

"Well I'm sure you'll find someone soon, don't worry marriage isn't so appealing as it seems"

The subtle insult to Aegon made you laugh, a sound Aemond treasured. He truly enjoyed seeing you happy, he also wanted to see the noises of pleasure you'd make, squirming on his cock. He took his middle finger and trailed it over your underwear, just over your wet slit. You let out a quiet mewl but contained yourself quickly as you remembered where you were, you glared at Aemond but found him already looking at you. As food was brought out one plate by one, you took the opportunity to seek a small sliver of revenge. When a servant placed a whole roasted pig in front of the both of you, bad taste in your opinion. You popped open Aemond's pants and slipped your hand inside and into his undergarments to pull out his already leaking cock. You both were concealed by the meal in front of you and the large white tablecloth.

You lazily stroked his cock, every so often you'd spread the pre-cum gathered on his tip, making him grip your thigh hard in desperation. He honestly didn't think you'd do this to him, he only had imagined you doing such things to him in his more...personal fantasies. What he was planning to do under the table would have to wait but he'd repay you back generously. After some looming stares, your grandfather spoke for one last thing before he passed, to have one evening with his family with their grievances put aside. Your mother had commended Alicent on her loyalty to her father and her devotion to her husband and Alicent had returned her graciousness, saying she would make a fine queen. Everyone drank from their cup. You kept your pace while everyone seemed finally happy to be in each other's presence, everyone was smiling and laughing with one another, unknowingly witnessing you jerk off your uncle under the table.

Aemond knew he wasn't going to last long as you were so good for him. He loved how you were pleasuring him, and he honestly loved how no one even noticed the debauched action you both were doing. You stroked him one more time before he let out an extremely loud groan and he came, warm spurts all over your hand. You sighed internally and meet the disturbed faces of your family. They all knew what you had just done to Aemond and how Aemond fully enjoyed it. Without a second thought he put himself away, dragged you out of your chair and out of the room. The entire room was silent until Aegon laughed loudly and congratulated his brother earning multiple stares of disapproval.

You and Aemond ran out out of earshot and leant against the cold wall of a stairwell, breathless. You couldn't help but laugh about the situation you both put yourselves in, rightfully you both just scarred your entire family and knew the lectures you were bound to receive the next day. The first one to speak was Aemond, stumbling around, trying to figure what he would say until what he had spend all day planning popped into his head.

"Thank you my princess. I truly enjoyed that, shall I repay the favor?"

"What are you offering my prince?"

Aemond took your hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. He met your soft gaze before leading you up the stairs into his chambers. When he opened the door, you saw a simple (choice of flower) on the edge of the bed next to a small wrapping of parchment paper. You wondered how in all of kings landing how he knew your favourite flower. He guided you towards the bed and sat down, you subconsciously played with the petals of the flower now in your lap. Aemond places the small wrapped into your hand,

"Open it, I know you'll like it."

You took Aemond's words and carefully unwrapped the gift. You couldn't believe it, it was a beautiful ring, gold with small emeralds engraved on the sides.

"My dear y/n, Will you take me? be my Queen?"

You nodded eagerly as you pressed your lips to his.

"Of course my King."

He pulled you into his lap, his hands wrapped around you deliciously. You couldn't help but moan as he slid his tongue into your mouth. He had a tight grip on your skirts, pulling you closer to the hardness in his pants. He broke the kiss to trial small bites over your neck, leaving a purple trail in his wake. He couldn't help himself but grind you down on his lap, trying to get as much friction as he could. You were more than happy to reprociate. He mumbled curses under his breath as he layed you down onto the soft sheets, taking in your debauched beauty. He slowly unzipped your dress, pulling it off completely, leaving you only in a pair of undergarments. He could feel his cock twitch just looking at you, and he was on his knees infront of you, and lazily stroked himself through his trousers, tempting himself.

He quickly made work of his vest and the white shirt underneath. He was about to get rid of his pants but before he could even reach the button, he felt your mouth against his bulge, his hips bucked against you at the warm feeling. He squeezed his eyes shut as you pulled out his cock once again and this time wrapped your mouth around his tip. He moaned in ecstasy at foreign feeling, he couldn't help but thrust into your mouth, trying to chase more. You braced both your hands onto his thighs as you took more of his dick. He absolutely loved you like this; you were so beautiful it hurt. You could tell by his stuttering hips that it wouldn't be long until he came, you gave him one more long lick up his shaft and pulled his weeping cock out of your mouth. You could see the slight disappointment on his face but you reassured him.

"I want you to cum in me."

He groaned when he heard those debauched words leave your pretty mouth. He couldn't wait to ruin you. You laid back down, and he laid himself above you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. He slowly rubbed the tip of his cock languidly over your glistening slit, teasingly.

You whimpered, already too stimulated for his teasing, "please"

"Please what? You need to use your words."

"Please. I need you to fuck me."

Without a second thought, he slowly pushed his hips forward, entering you, you let out a gasp at the feeling of absolute fullness. Aemond let out a shaky breath, finally getting to feel you after longing for you for years. Aemond begun to thrust his hips quickly, You arched your back, as lewd sounds erupted from your mouth and cunt as the pleasure increased.

Groans escaped Aemond as he could feel your cunt squeezing him so tight, his platinum locks framed your face as he continued his ministrations. You could feel the tip of his cock bumping your cervix with every thrust, he tantalizingly dragged his cock out and in, pressing deeper and Aemond let one of his hands wander to your clit, fumbling the bundle of nerves in delicate circles

Aemond ducked his head between your tits, licking the mounds and swirling around your bouncing nipples. They grew more sensitive. He pinched one nipple and took the other in his toothy mouth, nibbling and sucking at your flesh.

"Oh fuck Aem, I think I'm going to cum."

Aemond practically whimpered against you, a beautiful sound, he broke away from your chest,

"Cum on my cock, my Queen."

The combination of the abuse on your pussy and tits, that tight coil in your stomach finally fucking snapped and you gushed, all over Aemond's cock and naval. It didn't take a minute more for Aemond to fill you up with his seed, you felt the warm spurts of his cum inside you and couldn't describe the feeling you felt, was it adoration? Was it love? you couldn't tell as he slipped out of you, leaving your pussy clenching at nothing and he laid beside you. You rested your head on his chest and gazed up into his eye, he whispered lovingly;

"I cannot wait until we are married on Dragonstone and you swell with our children."

You let yourself fall asleep unaware of the arguments that you and Aemond will deal with in the morrow.

The end

This was a draft from last year but since Hotd season 2 will be released I knew I NEEDED to post this. Hope y'all like it.

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marvelcriminalhoe · 2 years

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Mavs Kinktober

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Handmaiden! Reader

“Touch me there. Right there.”

Warnings: Power imbalance (Which could lean towards dub con but reader is entirely willing.) Talks of political marriages. Oral (Fem receiving.) Kissing. Groping. Declarations of love.

word count: 3,227

You’ve known Princess Rhaenyra for years, being one of her handmaidens since you were just a mer tween. Your mother was one of her mothers maidens and when you were real young, you and Rhaenyra would play together in the gardens as your mothers watched.

You were from a low house, not having place in court, but it never bothered you. Until Alicent Hightower started whispering in Rhaenyra’s ear about how being seen with you was a travesty, a mockery of the courts hierarchy. Of course, that didn’t stop Rhaenyra from wanting you around, but she was a princess, the heir to the thrown, which means she does need to look at such things with a firm eye. So her plan was to make you one of her maidens. No one could say anything about your friendship or how much time you spent with each other if you were one of her maidens.

You didn’t have a problem with this either. You knew you would eventually be a handmaiden for one of the lady’s of court, and you were glad it was for someone you viewed as a friend, rather than someone like Lady Alicent, who probably would have made your life a living hell, more so than she already did.

You were glad you were able to still be friends with Rhaenyra, to be there for her when her mother died, when Lady Alicent wormed her way into the kings bed, wedding him and becoming Rhaenyras good mother and effectively ruining their friendship forever.

Rhaenyra cried on your shoulder for days, talking of the betrayal she felt, the sadness, the grief of losing someone she thought of as a sister. You tried to comfort her as best as you could. The entire situation was bizarre to you, how someone like Alicent, who you thought was a real friend to Rhaenyra, regardless of how she treated you, could actually do something like that, but regardless, the situation made you and Rhaenyra a whole lot closer. She made you promise you would never betray her, confiding in you that she felt you were the only person she could trust in this kingdom, and you vowed to never break that promise.

“And then he says he wishes for me to start courting soon, to announce in the next few moons who I wish to marry!” Rhaenyra retells of the meeting she had with her father earlier that morning.

You send her a glance through the mirror as you continue to brush her hair, “Nyra, you knew you would always have to marry, this should not come as a surprise.”

“It’s not.” She scoffs, turning around in her chair to face you head on, making you drop the brush to your side. Her eyes are angry, but the pout on her pink lips shows she is also feeling dejected, “I just wish he did not force me to spend time with a magnitude of Lords I will never choose.”

You raise a brow at her as she continues to pout of her duties, you feel for her, you do. Although you come from a low house, and it does have some disadvantages, it also comes with some advantages, like getting to marry outside of political advancement, “Are there any Lords you would choose?” Already knowing the answer, your friend is not shy about her distaste of the courts high men.

Rhaenyra snorts, very un-lady like, but you don’t reprimand her. It’s only the two of you in her chambers and you enjoy how carefree she is in moments like this. You know the stress she is under, the weight of the realms on her shoulders. You feel special, knowing you get to see her so casually, easygoing, that she can feel that way in your presence.

“I don’t want a Lord.” She stands, going over to her large bed and throwing herself down, looking up to her ceiling as she huffs, “I am to be a queen, why would I waste my days being some wife to a lowly Lord.”

Her words bring a chuckle to your lips, “I doubt whatever Lord you marry will be lowly.”

She sits up, looking to where you’re still standing by her vanity chair. Her soft silver locks you just brushed meticulously down her back, now stick up in a few places, “Who says I will marry a Lord?” “A common man then? What ever will the court say?” You question her, only really in jest, setting the brush down and organizing her vanity back to order.

Rhaenyra doesn't answer you, choosing instead to watch as you place everything precisely. You've always taken to making sure everything is structured correctly, her wardrobe, vanity, baths. Taking to being in charge of everything here so she can just relax, be at ease in her quarters. You are her greatest companion and the person she feels is most loyal to her. She also feels most loyal to you, how you care for her, show her nothing but fondness and warmth. Rhaenyra calls your name, waiting until you look over to her to speak, patting the space next to her on her bed, “Come sit with me, you work far too much.” “I’m supposed to work, Nyra.” You roll your eyes, but walk over to her bed and sit next to her like she asks, “It’s why I’m here.”

“No,” She draws out, an over exaggerated pout on her lips, “You’re here to keep me company.” She flops her head down in your lap as you laugh, “And run your hands through my hair.” “The hair I just brushed?” You tease, but your hands are already combing through her locks, the softness of the silver strands is light through your fingers, and you can smell the jasmine from her bath oils.

Rhaenyra smiles up at you, eyes bright with admiration, “Well it is your job, is it not?” “You are a brat.” You pull one of her strands of hair, making her hiss out. She pops up fast, making you jump back with a yelp, only for her to pounce on top of you, the smirk of a dragon on her lips as she stares down at you, “Now who's being a brat? Do you know the penalty for pulling a princesses hair?” “Are you going to put my head on a spike?” You fake fear.

“Your head is far too pretty for a spike.” She puts more of her body weight onto you, affectively laying on you, clothed chest to clothed chest.

You try to move out from under her, flustered by her brave comment. It’s not the first compliment she's given you, she doesn't shy away from giving you kind words such as the ones she just said, but that doesn't stop you from being flustered each time you hear them, “Rhaenyra let me up.” You tell her, trying to push her off of you, but your efforts are in vain, as she grabs your wrists and slides them up the bed above your head, “What’s wrong? Don’t like being underneath me?” Her words make you heat up, trying to pull your wrists free but that makes the silver haired girl above you tighten her grip, her nails slightly digging into your skin, you huff when you're unsuccessful, “Rhaenyra, let go, if someone walks in—“

“Are you trying to tell the princess what to do?” She tsks at you, dropping her face to your neck where you feel her warm breath, goosebumps appearing on your skin, “Perhaps you should be punished.” “Rhae—“ You try again, your voice a stutter of nerves, affectively turing to a gasp as you feel her plump lips come in contact with your throat. You feel the twitch of them as a smirk threatens to reaper, even if you cant see her face. A small whimper releases past your own lips when you feel her teeth nibble lightly on the tenderness of your neck.

She places small kisses up towards your jaw, pulling back to look in your eyes, her face one of teasing, but her gaze one of lust and desire, so abundant in her stare it sends a wave of anxiety through you, “That sound was almost as pretty as you. Are you sure you wish for me to stop?”

“Nyra please.”

“How do you expect me to stop when you beg so nicely?” She mocks you, placing delicate kisses on your cheeks.

“This is unfitting,” You say, but your voice is one of waver, you don’t have much fight left in you, not when her lips feel so good upon your skin, “Your reputation would be tarnished if someone were to walk in, as would mine, no matter how low it already is. What Lords would marry you with the rumors that would start?”

Rhaenyra pulls back, her lilac eyes narrowed at you in an intense glare, “I already told you, I don’t wish to marry a Lord.”

“This is serious Rhaenyra!”

“I am not joking.” Her tone turning forceful and hard. You've heard her speak this way before, during court when someone says something she disagrees with, when she comes back and rants of her meetings with her father. Her temper can become as dangerous as the beast she rides, but it’s never been directed to you, not until now that is, “I am not going to marry some Lord, some man, that I will never love. I refuse. I will not be some brood mare to give him offspring.”

Her face becomes assertive, powerful, she’s so full of confidence in next words she speaks that chills arise on your skin for a whole new reason, “I will have a wife of my own, one of my own choosing. One who will take care of everything around me as I take care of the realm. What good will a man do me, as I am queen? I need a woman, a wife, by my side as I rule.”

You imagine this is how she looks during her meeting at grand court, meetings you do not attend as only a select few high members are allowed. Her confidence is admirable, something one stands in awe of, though, you imagine she’s not called the realms delight for nothing, people are constantly standing in awe of her.

She lets go of your wrists to cradle your face in her hands, your heart beating faster as she caresses your cheeks with her thumbs, “A wife that I will take care of, just as she has taken care of me all these years.” “Nyra.”

Its just a whisper, because truly, you don’t know what to say. What can you say to all of this? It’s not that you don’t reciprocate her feelings to some extent, you've always felt your fondness for her was more than a fondness for a friend, but you never lingered on the thought, there was no reason to, nothing would ever come from it. Even when you would notice the soft touches she would give you, the longing looks, or the sweet words, you never thought too much into it.

You feel absolutely stupid now for not letting yourself linger on those thoughts.

“Will you let me take care of you?” She questions, looking into your eyes so sincerely that it would take your breath away if she hadn't already done that by just merely existing.

“I—I don’t know…” She’s patient with you, something you are entirely grateful for as she nods at your words, “You don’t know if you want me to take care of you? Or if you want me?” “I want you.” Your voice still low, but filled with so much revelation that it brings a bright smile to her face as she pushes some of your hair back with one hand, petting you softly, “I just— I don’t know ho— I’ve never…” She just continues to smile down at you, eyes full of the same tenderness as her touches, “Can I teach you then?”

The nod you give is all she needs to connect her lips with yours, her velvet lips dominating your tentative ones is a dance of desire and passion. You grab her hips with your hands, needing something to ground you in this whirl of emotions, your nerves fluttering away as she pulls back, a gleaming smile on her face, bigger than you had ever seen before.

“Seems you don’t need my teachings after all.” She teases, laughing as you swat at her arm, embarrassed by her teasing, but also relieved by it, the soft ordinary of her banter making it feel as though its just another day by her side. She sighs softly as the both of you gaze at one another, “My heart has craved to do that for years.” You frown at the melancholy in her voice, the sadness that lingers in the joy, the yearning for not moving in this direction before now, “Then why have you waited?”

“I did not know if you desired me in the same way.” Her words utterly confuse you, “Who wouldn't desire you?”

“Then why have you not taken any action toward that affection?” She questions.

Your earlier words are repeated, “I don’t know how, Nyra. I’ve never been with a man, let alone another woman. I wouldn't even know where to begin.”

“I can show you.” She tells you earnestly, with such grave sincerity all of your quarrels are driven away before they can truly take root in your mind, “All you have to do is ask, and I will show you the world,ñuha jorrāelagon.”

You've spent enough time with her over the years that, although you still can’t speak it fluently, you know enough Valyrian to understand her words, my love. They strike some sort of chord in you, driving away any lingering nerves, leaving only lust and devotion in its place.

“Then show me how to please you, my queen.”

Your words have the same effect on her as her words had on you, if the growl she let out is anything to go by, smashing her lips on yours in a much more ferocious pace. Your hands make home again on her hips, uncertain of what exactly to do with them, as hers, much like the confidence she has in her words, have no problem mapping your body out over there clothes.

“I wish to feel you without confinement, dōna riña.” Sweet girl. The moniker is a new one, but one that sends warmth to your heart as her hands continues to roam.

She whines as you pull away from her, earning a bite to your lower lip as she concedes, a warning really, “You must teach me first, I wish to please you.” “But I can teach you as I please you.” She kisses down your neck, sucking lightly on your exposed collar bone. You softly grab her face, forcing her to look at you, “Please Nyra.”

And damn you, you know she wont say no. She can almost never deny you, but especially when your begging is so sweet. She pulls herself away from you, with much resentment, standing at the foot of the bed, and starts to remove her dress, turning around for you sit up and undue the laces in the back.

The heavy fabric drops to the floor, leaving her bare to you. You’ve helped her in her baths before, but those have never felt as intimate as this.

Rhaenyra smirks as she pushes you back onto the bed, crawling over you slowly, your eyes taking in all of her. She's like a hunter stalking her prey, and you finally understand why people say Targaryens look like their dragons. She is fierce, and strong, and entirely magnificent. Just as her dragon is.

“Do you enjoy what you see?” She raises a brow at your staring. You can only nod, prompting her to take one of your hands in her own, bringing it to the middle of her chest, right above her heartbeat, “You can touch me, you know. It’s only fair, since my heart beats for you.”

“Show me.” You speak with such desperation to satisfy her properly that she takes pity on you, moving your hand to her breast, her voice dropping to honeyed charm, words filling you with ease, “You do not need to fret, for I am already fulfilled by you, anything more is added delight.” This time you're the one to bring your lips together, your kiss one of gratitude and joy. You roll over till she's underneath you, pulling away when the both of you can go no longer without air. Chests heaving with breaths.

She places one more fleeting kiss to your lips before grabbing your hand again, “Ready?” “Yes.” You nod, watching as she delicately moves your hand down her stomach to her most sensitive spot, “Touch me there. Right there.” She instructs you, helping you press down on her sensitive core, moving your fingers in soft circles.

As your pace steadily increases, Rhaenyra lets go of your hand, allowing you to continue on your own, her eagerness present by the wetness growing.

“You’re doing so good.” She moans, bringing your eyes from her core to her face. She’s watching you possessively, “Taking such good care of me.”

You move forward in order to kiss her lips, making sure to keep your circular moments as you do.

“Do you wish to learn more?” She questions. “Teach me all of it.” You beg. You want to know everything, every way to bring her happiness, to have her quivering underneath you in ecstasy.

“Where your fingers are,” She gestures to your movements, “Use your mouth.”

You move to position yourself between her spread legs, glancing up at her face. Her reassuring smile brings you courage as you swipe your tongue through her folds. The moan it draws from her is heavenly, and you want nothing more than to listen to it again, driving you to lick her again.

And again.

You don’t need any instruction when you take her clit into your mouth, sucking on it benevolently. Your rewarded by her loud moan, and the tight grip she has on your hair, pushing her hips up into your face more as her back arches.

“My sweet girl.” She moans, “Always taking care of me. Doing so well for me.” You continue to lick and suck as she moves her hips along, enjoying the slight pull she does to your hair and moaning into her, “I’m going to come, my love.” You don’t let up as her high takes over, choosing to keep your pace as she goes through it. You’re rewarded for it as she lets go of your hair, grabbing your face to pull you up towards her. She looks absolutely blissful, and you don’t think you've ever seen her as beautiful as you do right now.

“You did so good, dōna riña.” She caress your face, kissing you sweetly. You pull back, smirking down at her, “I think you’re the sweet one.”

She laughs at you before her eyes turn wicked, turning over so she's above you, “Ivestragī īlva find hen qilōni iksis tolī dōna ñuha aderī naejot sagon ābrazȳrys.”

Let us find out who is sweeter then, my future wife.

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