#alpha rhaenyra smut

[howyouloveyourdragon]

alpha rhaenyra x omega dragonseed headcanons or other format if preferred. dragonseed saves rhaenyra from execution & aegon the young (where they meet for the first time) and rhaenyra decides that she needs to bring the last person with a adult dragon at the moment closer (marriage more than likely) and reward her. I would assume cannibal is the one who would be left to claim.

ooOo thank you for your request, honestly i'm really liking dragonseed reader, i also gave reader a bit of a Rhaenys moment, hope you don't mind

try not to squint too hard if you're not a book reader because I wasn't sure how to make it vague enough in some parts for both fandoms when it came to the escape. the dance takes place over a year's time where Aegon III is 9/10 to my knowledge but currently in the show where the dance is beginning he is only 4

i would be happy to write more on Aegon and reader's dynamic if you'd like but i won't be opening my requests for a little while yet so it would be quite short if i do in-between, maybe just some scenarios

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: 𝔬𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔰: 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡 (𝔦 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫к)

this got a bit long so i hope you liked it, i loved your prompt! (might base a fic on this if you don't mind? (👀)

Rhaenyra stared ahead, not yet ready to accept her fate but she would stand like the Queen she knew herself to be and hold her head high and eyes staring fiercely up at the dragon currently waiting for command

but when suddenly glass shattered and sprayed across the large hall and in the stead of her enemy's confident expression, it was fearful

her eyes trailed back to find a vaguely familiar face atop none other than the cannibal, arguably the most dangerous dragon she had ever known

her mind started circling with every question imaginable and when you glide through the sea of reinforcements who try to guard her for all the wrong reasons, she swears she has already died and is in the in-between of life and death

but in a burst of euphoria, you charge through the inhabitants of the castle and take no notice as Cannibal swallows them whole

it startles something in her as she glances about the room, unsure whether she can occupy a weapon

a blood splattered sword is before her and she clutches it quickly before joining your assault, striking the man's leg who held her youngest son, Aegon captive in his unworthy paws

she snatches him up and tries to soothe his stress

only when you are sure that you can see her do you stop and sweep down from your rampaging dragon and tug at her and Aegon, unbothered by the blood covering you all

you don't have time to allow Cannibal and Rhaenyra to acquaint themselves properly before you seize her into your arms and mount yourselves onto Cannibal, Aegon sat between you

the journey isn't what she thinks of as you soar across the sky, instead it is the awakening scent that hits her when her arms wrap tightly around your waist

"We are almost there, my Queen." You inform her anxiously but she is too busy imagining how your hair would look wrapped in her fingers to care

if she had it her way you would never land, you would stay wrapped up in her arms forever

rescuing the rightful Queen of Westeros was the most nerve-wracking experience of your life, to no one's surprise but when you land and her arms are still around you, you think this moment might be a quick second

guiding her off your dragon, your arms interlaced, you notice as her fingers linger against his pitch dark scales

"He is beautiful." She comments. "Have you named him?"

"Azantys." You answer. (Warrior) "It is only fair his name fits his title." Her brows furrow.

"How do you know High Valyrian?" You don't answer for a minute but she doesn't push you.

"I only know a few words, nothing more." She smiles at you and squeezes your hand.

"Then I shall have to teach you, sweetling."

Azantys is not fond of you leaving him but once assured that you will return, he settles

It had not been long since she set foot on Dragonstone but instead of feeling safe she felt shadowed by her failure of seizing the throne

she has to swallow this when she finally reaches her chambers after instructing her remaining men to urge you access of personal chambers of your own

all throughout the night she is haunted by guilt and pain but she does not intend to give up–no, she will not let her children's lives to have been taken in vain

she doesn't sleep that night but when day breaks she sprints to bathe away the soot, blood and dirt collected over her

after hours spent in the tub she finally dresses herself, when she hears a knock she expects to see her son

but when she calls, you appear, as haggard as she and it takes all will in her body to to run and thank you, instead she stares and takes you in for the first time

you're smiling weakly at her as you close the doors and curtsy she tosses her hand back and forth in dismissal

"None of that, sweetling." She tells you, stepping close enough to embrace your arms in either hand. she needs you to see the sincerity in her eyes. "You have saved a Queen and future King of Westeros, we are far beyond propriety."

then she lets her nose breathe you in and she realises why she is so drawn to you, she tries to smile at you but only a twitch of her upper lip occurs much to her frustration

you only soothe her, stroking a hand through her coarse white hair

you spend the rest of the day with her in her chambers, starting with brushing through her hair

she's never felt so cared for before

Rhaenyra also comes to find out that you have been caring for Aegon while she rested which makes her relieved, she knows that he is possibly the last of her kin and

by the day's end she requests you stay, it isn't nearly appropriate but she needs you, you have to see that don't you?

and so this is how your time with her continues, coaxing her into discussing with her remaining fighters and council members

she has been betrayed and beaten, she can take so much more

she looks at you one evening and it's as if it clicks into place, she finally asks the question you have been anticipating for months

before enacting upon her budding feelings for you, she will watch as you play and look after Aegon with her, she finally feels as though the gods have blessed her with a family again though the grief for her other children and husband still burns bright

"Do you...know what an omega is, darling?" Her voice is wavering and tentative. You suck in a sharp breath and nod bashfully, she finds it endearing. Her fingers carefully stroke against your cheek and she leans in close. "I suspect you are one." Her words are a carefully constructed whisper that shoot goosebumps over your skin. When she notice your lack of response and how you swallow any upcoming words, she presses a long confident kiss to your cheek and draws away from you just as easily

Your Targaryen Queen chooses to finally share her meals with you and Aegon in the dining hall, her paranoia subsiding as the person who saved

you're her protector now and she procures you as the leader of her Queensguard

however you act me as a companion than a guard and it is clear that your occupation is not all that matters to you

she slowly adjusts to her freedoms and diminishes her paranoia within your presence but only when you're with her, people have betrayed her before, she needs her loyal protector at all times

and eventually one morning she orders a meeting to be held and at the end she doesn't care that she shocks them

"You want to marry?"

"Whyever not?" She countered. "She rides one of the most valuable of our assets not to mention she saved my life. I intend to keep her favour."

"Even so, we are in a time of war, what should–"

"Precisely." Rhaenyra interrupted him. "We are in a time of war and she has pledged her allegiance to a currently losing cause. She must be rewarded." After her piercing glare, no one argues with her and she doesn't care for their whispers.

When she met with you again it was with a fierce kiss to your lips and a mixture of true and false promises

your ceremony is quicker than she would have liked but she has little choice in the matter if she wants to keep her supporters

with your darling cannibal dragon's consent, she has taken into her arms both a wife and a new Queen

if she wins the war she will decree that you rule beside her and not just as her consort but her equal, she will also fight to have you legitimised if you are a bastard

NSFW

she won't take you until your wedding night, she wants to maintain your respect and honour you

both her previous husbands died, she wouldn't be surprised if you were not entirely sure on this match

she might be a little insecure at first and hesitate but it takes little to coax her into a sense of security

she doesn't care about whether you are experienced or not, it doesn't affect her. no preference

traditionally i see Rhaenyra as a dom but in this state of circumstances i think she's a switch but the first night she lets you take the lead

her favourite position after marriage with you is literally called 'Queening' or as most people call it 'face-sitting'

it gives her that sense of control she desires while still letting a pretty equal power-play whether she's on bottom or top

she likes having you rut against her thigh as well but she will not be interested in any sexual activity in public whether or not she was before the war, everyone has their eyes on her and she doesn't have time for judgment

if she wins the war, she will take you in every area of the castle with the libido of two bunnies together

she likes teasing you and edging but she might overstimulate you if you act out

she is very vocal during sex and praises you as if you gifted her the sun and moon to her

i don't know if there is a proper term for it but i feel like she would have a kink for a hot atmosphere while using cold objects in your marital bed

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[kckt88]

Drowning Inside You V

Summary:

Aemond and Valaera return to Kings Landing and a Queen is crowned.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Warning(s): Inner thoughts, Language, Kissing, Smut, P in V, Breeding Kink, Biting, Knotting, Mild Angst, Possessive Behaviour, Character Death, Allusion to the questionable use of the Driftwood Throne.

Word Count: 5829

Author Note: An Alpha/Omega Story.

P.S - Some Scenes/Dialogue from Dynasty has been reused.

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

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

With every step he took, Aemond held his son closer.

They’d arrived in Kings Landing a couple of hours ago and after the obligatory reunions with Rhaenyra and Daemon it was now time to introduce Aemon to his other grandmother.

Valaera had offered to accompany him, but things were still a little shaky after their disagreement and Aemond did not want his mother upsetting his Omega.

So, it was decided that Valaera, Vhalarr and Vaella would stay with Rhaenyra. Which of course Aemond didn’t mind as he knew that Valaera had missed her mother dearly.

“Welcome back my Prince”

“Ser Criston” muttered Aemond politely.

“Another babe. Congratulations”

“Gratitude Ser Criston” said Aemond curtly.

In truth he’d still not forgiven his former mentor for the insinuations he’d made about Valaera after she’d delivered the twins.

Just remembering what the Beta had said made the Alpha growl in annoyance.

“The Queen awaits”

Aemond nodded as Criston stepped aside and opened the heavy wooden door.

His mother’s rooms had always been well light and filled with the sweetest of scents, but today Aemond could take no such comfort in the familiarity of his mother’s chambers.

“Oh, Aemond” cooed Alicent sweetly as she rose from the sofa.

“Your Grace” replied Aemond stoically.

“It’s been too long since we last saw one another my son”.

Who’s fault is that?

“Apologise mother, my duties on Driftmark have kept me busy” said Aemond.

“I see your duty in your arms. May I hold my grandson” asked Alicent.

Aemond hesitated for a moment before he gently placed his pup in his mother’s waiting arms.

“Aemond, he’s the very image of you” gasped Alicent as she swayed gently from side to side.

“Indeed” muttered Aemond.

“H-He has different coloured eyes” murmured Alicent.

One word. Just one and I will take my Omega and our pups out of here and never return.

“How beautiful”

Wait. What did she just say?

“Oh, how unique. He’s wonderful Aemond truly” whispered Alicent.

“M-Mother” questioned Aemond utterly confused at his mother’s reaction to his pup.

“I feel that I must apologize to you. My reaction to your children has been less than favourable and for that I am sorry”.

The seven hells must have frozen over. My mother apologising? Never thought I’d see the day.

“I also wish to extend my apology to Valaera”.

Now I know I’m dreaming. What sorcery is this?

“Why the sudden change mother?” asked Aemond.

“Your brother made me realise how my actions have affected you and your mate and I do not wish for either of you to hate me” muttered Alicent.

Aegon? He spoke up for me. For Valaera. Ok maybe he’s not a total twat after all but he’s still got a punchable face.

“I do not hate you mother” admitted Aemond quietly.

“That pleases me greatly, but I still desire to make amends. So tonight, we shall dine with the King. All of us as a family” replied Alicent as she gently stroked Aemon’s silver hair.

“As you wish mother” muttered Aemond.

“Now, tell me more about my other grandchildren. I hear they have dragons now”.

“W-Who goes there?” wheezed Viserys.

“Grandsire. It’s Valaera”

“Ah Valaera. My girl, My only-” coughed Viserys.

“I wondered if you would perhaps like to meet Aemon, your grandson and great grandson”.

Viserys grimaced in pain as he tried to sit up. Valaera looked over at Aemond who sighed and helped his father to sit up.

“A-Aemond. Thank you”

“Your welcome father” replied Aemond awkwardly as he stepped back from the bed.

“W-What are you doing here? I-I thought you were on Driftmark?”

“I thought you would like to meet Aemon. Our new pup” said Valaera as he lifted Aemon towards the King.

“A-Aemon after my uncle?” asked Viserys.

“I-It’s more in-“

“Yes father, in honour of your uncle” muttered Aemond rolling his eye.

“Aemon Targaryen a fine name indeed. Well done my boy” gasped Viserys.

“W-Would you like to hold him?” asked Valaera.

“I shall” muttered Viserys.

Aemond moved closer the bed, watching closely as his Omega placed their pup in the arms of his grandsire.

The King weakened by his condition could not hold the pup on his own, so Valaera had to keep her hands under Aemon to support his weight.

“He is the very image of his father” exclaimed Viserys.

“Indeed, he is” replied Valaera smiling.

“However, the eyes, just like my mother Alyssa. They were different too” rasped Viserys.

Valaera took a deep breath and tried not to focus on her Alpha’s rapidly souring scent.

“Strange what we inherit from our ancestors” said Valaera brightly.

“I-I’m very proud of you, A-Aemond, you’re a good husband to V-Valaera”.

“As much as I can be father” muttered Aemond.

Suddenly Aemon let out a loud squeal and Valaera reacted instantly by lifting him away from the King who groaned in pain.

“Mayhaps we should let the King rest” said Aemond.

“We’ll see you later grandsire” muttered Valaera quietly.

“L-Later. I shall be dining with my family. Valaera will be there with Aemond”.

Valaera exchanged a look of confusion with Aemond who shrugged and beckoned for his Omega to step away from the bed.

“Let the Maester see to him. Come Valaera, we should return to the twins” urged Aemond.

Valaera took one last look at Viserys and then followed Aemond out of the King’s chambers.

It was obvious that the King didn’t have much time left, but Valaera was glad he got to meet Aemon.

“I hate family gatherings” whined Aegon.

“You only hate them because you have to behave” retorted Aemond as he took a seat next to his brother.

“Ahh. The favoured brother returns. How’s thing’s?” asked Aegon.

“Not good” muttered Aemond.

“Come on tell your big brother, and don’t lave anything out” urged Aegon as he poured himself a cup of wine.

Aemond looked around cautiously before he told his brother about almost losing Aemon and then the argument with Valaera and how things have been a little strained between them since.

“It’s in an Alpha’s nature to be protective. Don’t worry too much brother, thing’s with you and Valaera will work out eventually”.

“You know something strange is going on in the Red Keep, first mother apologizes for her attitude towards my children, then she admits that she was in the wrong and now you are making entirely too much sense. Who are you? and what have you done with my brother?” asked Aemond.

“I’ve always been full of good sense, just nobody ever paid attention” laughed Aegon.

“The only thing you’ve ever been full of is cheap wine” replied Aemond.

“Not true. I was full of my husband earlier. Little morning delight, absolutely fantastic”

I did not want to hear that. Gods, Aegon you’re so gross.

“What’s fantastic” asked Valaera.

“N-Nothing at all. Don’t you dare” snapped Aemond as Aegon started laughing.

“Is everything ok?”

“It’s fine Issa jorrāelagon” replied Aemond (My love).

“How are my nephews doing?” asked Aegon.

“If you actually came to greet us upon arrival then you’d know” said Aemond sternly.

“I was actually busy with my own children brother”.

“That’s not what you said a moment ago” said Aemond smirking.

“Ha, you’ve got me there little brother. I hear all three of your pups have their dragons?”

“Yes, the dragon keepers tried to take them to the pit when we first arrived, but Vaella threw a fit, so the hatchlings are safely nestled within the nursery” muttered Aemond.

“Ahh my niece certainly does have a flare for the drama, I wonder where she gets that from” laughed Aegon.

“Not me I can assure you” snapped Aemond.

Both Valaera and Aegon gave Aemond a stunned look before they burst into fits of laughter.

It’s good to hear my Omega laugh. Gods how I’ve missed the sound.

Suddenly the doors opened, and the rest of the family joined them. The King of course was carried to his place at the table, not having the strength to make it on his own.

As everyone took their places, Aemond felt Valaera take his hand. The Alpha looked at his Omega for a moment before a pleased purr rumbled across his chest.

They were going to be ok.

“How good it is to see my family around me” wheezed Viserys “I-I wish to raise a toast to my son Aemond and my grandson Valaera, and their children Vhalarr, Vaella and Aemon”.

“I’m impressed he even remembered their names” muttered Aegon.

Valaera scowled at her uncle but raised her goblet in acknowledgment of her grandsire’s toast.

“It gladdens my heart to know that we are finally united. I may not walk amongst you for much longer, but I will leave this world with the knowledge that House Targaryen will carry on for generations to come” said Viserys as he fell back into his seat.

After a few seconds of slightly awkward silence, Valaera stood up to make a toast.

“I wish to raise my cup to my husband. There has never been another Alpha for me, and I’m truly blessed to call him mine. Aemond is the embodiment of everything that is good in this world, and I vow to love him for the rest of my life and beyond” said Valaera proudly.

The entire room was silent, everyone was staring so intently at Valaera that the Omega began to worry that she’d done the wrong thing in making her toast.

I just wanted my Alpha to know how much I love him. I don’t want us to fight anymore.

Then Aemond rose from his seat and pulled Valaera into a hug.

“Issa precious nūmio. Avy jorrāelan sir se va moriot” whispered Aemond (My precious pearl. I love you now and always).

“I want to raise my cup to my Alpha, thank you for being kind and patient, even though sometimes I don’t deserve it” said Aegon.

“You deserve the world my love” replied Jace, his cheeks-tinged red.

“He loves me” cooed Aegon as he leaned into Jace and placed a delicate kiss on his cheek.

“Let us have some music” exclaimed Viserys.

Aemond and Valaera had resumed their seats and were now openly holding hands at the table.

“I hope I didn’t embarrass you”.

“Not for an instant my sweet, don’t worry” replied Aemond.

Valaera smiled sweetly and looked across the table towards her mother who was blushing at whatever Daemon was whispering to her.

Oh, gods I don’t even want to know.

Helaena and Baela were dancing together, their joyful laughter echoing around the room.

Even Alicent was smiling as she held hands with Viserys.

The food being served was delicious, with everyone eating as much as they could manage.

Valaera however felt sick to her stomach when Jacaerys began snickering as a roasted pig was placed in front of Aemond.

Yet his Alpha simply smiled and raised his cup to Jace mouthing the word ‘strong’.

Jace of course shot out of his seat but was quickly dragged back down by Aegon who shook his head.

Gods Jace your such an idiot at times. Why are brothers so annoying?

However, it soon became too much for the King and he was escorted to his bed chambers.

“Shall we also take our leave my love?” asked Valaera eagerly.

“Is everything ok my sweet?”

“It’s fine Alpha, I just wish to have you too myself that’s all” whispered Valaera.

“A-Are you sure?” asked Aemond.

“Yes, I’m ready. I want you”.

The Alpha inside Aemond roared with delight, his Omega wanted him.

Take her. Knot her. Do it. Now. She’s ready. It’s been so long.

“Apologise but we must also take our leave” muttered Aemond.

“Are you ok?” asked Alicent her voice laced with concern.

“We’re fine mother, just having a new pup can be quite tiring, I bid you all goodnight”.

Aemond didn’t even bother waiting for anyone to respond as he quickly dragged his Omega out of the dining room.

“I wonder what all that was about?” muttered Baela.

“Probably dragging Valaera back to their chambers so he can fuck her into the mattress”.

“AEGON” shouted Alicent.

“What?” exclaimed Aegon, pointedly ignoring his mother’s furious expression.

Later that night as Viserys lay on his bed wheezing into the darkness, he knew his time had come.

His family was finally united, and he could leave this world with the knowledge that House Targaryen would continue. The blood of old Valyria would live on.

“A-Aemma. I-I’m coming”

She’s here. She’s come for me. I’m ready. Take me with you.

“M-My love” whispered Viserys his hand stretched into the darkness.

“Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, first of her name. Queen of the Andals, Rhoynar and the First Men. Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm”

She was Queen. Her mother was the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

Ever since Viserys had passed everything almost seemed to happen in a blur, their return to Driftmark had been put on hold whilst the coronation took place and there was to be a week of celebrations in honour of the new Queen.

A feast every night in the throne room and a tourney, which Aemond was adamant he didn’t give a shit about, but still entered anyway and ended up winning.

His proud smirk plastered across his face as he placed a wreath of flowers upon his Omega’s head, crowning her the Queen of love and beauty.

“He’s going to be insufferable now” moaned Aegon.

But Valaera was proud, her Alpha was a fearsome fighter, dedicated to his craft.

The people of the realm applauded his victory.

But there was only one way his Alpha wanted to celebrate and soon after the tourney had ended. Valaera had been dragged back to the Red Keep and fucked senseless on the desk in their guest chambers.

“YES! YES!” screamed Valaera.

“That’s it. Come for me!" growled Aemond as he moved his mouth to Valaera’s neck, gently sucking on her scent gland.

Valaera’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she exploded around her Alpha.

Aemond slowed down his thrusts as he waited for Valaera to ride out her peak.

Her Alpha was feeling primal at the sight and sound of his Omega reaching her peak.

More. I need more. She can take it. I know she can.

Once Valaera was satisfied, Aemond started thrusting hard and fast.

Relentless and deep.

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

Valaera wrapped her arms tightly around her Alpha’s neck as he slammed into her again and again.

Harder. Deeper. Faster.

All of Valaera’s self-control was long gone.

Both Alpha and Omega were completely lost in the moment, gripping onto each other.

Valaera was on the edge yet again as she begged for more.

Aemond could feel Valaera clenching around him.

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

Aemond then removed all but the tip of his penis from inside Valaera, gently teasing his sweet Omega.

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

No Alpha. Don’t tease me. I want it. I want all of you.

"Please. Aemond" whimpered Valaera.

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

Valaera’s brown eyes revealed just how desperate she was for him and Aemond loved it.

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

Valaera moaned with every thrust. Aemond thrust into her one more time as she screamed his name, his knot beginning to swell.

His eyes alight as he fell apart, watching as the peak tore through him.

I love that I can make my Omega come over and over again. It feels so good.

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

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

"Aemond! Oh, Aemond” screamed Valaera as he felt her Alpha’s knot tugging on her.

"Yes” groaned Aemond loudly.

With that, he thrust into Valaera one final time, shoving his knot deep.

Valaera’s entire body pulsating with euphoria as she clenched tightly around her Alpha.

Aemond threw his head back and moaned loudly as he exploded deep inside Valaera, his knot locking them together.

It took a good while for Valaera to regain her senses.

“A-Alpha” gasped Valaera.

“Hm”

“You-Your amazing” said Valaera smiling.

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

“I think we should bathe” muttered Valaera.

“Give it a few minutes and I’ll call for the maid”.

“Your knot never usually takes this long” whispered Valaera.

“No, but I bit you again” muttered Aemond.

“Y-You did?” questioned Valaera raising a hand to her neck.

Indeed, her Alpha had bitten her again, she was so lost in the euphoria of her Alpha fucking her that she hadn’t even felt it when Aemond had sunk his teeth into her neck.

“Apologise, I don’t know what came over me” said Aemond.

“No. I-I like it” admitted Valaera blushing.

The Omega inside her gloriously happy that her Alpha has renewed their bond.

“Maybe next time you can bite me” muttered Aemond as he slowly withdrew from Valaera.

“I’ll need moon tea” whispered Valaera.

“Won’t the tea you took this morning work?” asked Aemond.

“I think it’s for the best that I take it every time we lay with one another, as we’ve proven we are more than capable of siring children with one another”

“I can’t wait to see you swell with my child again” growled Aemond.

“Maybe wait until Aemon is a little bit older first”.

“However, we can still enjoy the way pups are made” muttered Aemond.

“Yes, we can” replied Valaera giggling as Aemond began tickling her.

“I suppose I best call for the maids and request the moontea” muttered Aemond as he began pulling his breeches and tunic.

“As much as I like the smell of you, I doubt the Queen would appreciate it if we attended the feast smelling of sweat and sex”.

“Why not? It would keep other Alpha’s from thinking they can have what’s mine” growled Aemond.

Anyone even dares to think they can touch what is mine. I’ll slit their throats. I’ll paint the seven kingdoms with their blood.

“No one can have me except you” cooed Valaera.

Aemond pacified by Valaera’s answer gave his Omega a quick kiss before departing their chambers to request a bath for the both of them and the moontea for Valaera.

“Have I mentioned how much I hate this” groaned Aegon as he sifted uncomfortable in his seat.

“You might have mentioned it once or twice” snapped Aemond feeling irritated at his brother’s complaining.

“Why do we need to have a feast every day, we all know she’s Queen”.

“It’s about tradition. The realm coming together to celebrate the beginning of a new era, and it’s not just our half-sister that’s being celebrated it’s your Alpha” said Aemond.

“Ah yes the future King” replied Aegon sarcastically.

“What’s wrong with you? Why are you being such a pain in the arse?” asked Aemond.

“Had an argument with Jace” muttered Aegon.

“Do I even want to know what it was about?”

“He wants another pup and I’m just not ready yet. I know Maela is over two-name days old, but I just want to wait a little longer” said Aegon sadly.

“A good Alpha respects his Omega’s choices. Just talk to him, even though Jace is an absolute moron he’s not that bad” replied Aemond.

“Is that how you ended up getting your Omega with child again not even six moons after the birth of your twins because you respected Valaera’s choices?”

“No she got with child-“

“Because he couldn’t keep his knot in his breeches and Valaera forgot to drink moon tea” laughed Baela.

“Is that right?” asked Aegon smiling.

“Honestly you should be glad you don’t live on Driftmark, the amount of sex those two have. No dignity either, all over the place. The library, the gardens, and the beach. Nowhere is safe” exclaimed Baela.

“Shut up” growled Aemond.

“You absolute whore” laughed Aegon.

“I’m going to kill the pair of you if you don’t shut up” snapped Aemond.

“Say isn’t that Cregan Stark talking to Valaera?” asked Baela.

“WHAT! Where?” exclaimed Aemond looking around the throne room.

“Made you look,” laughed Baela.

“You just wait. I’ll get you back for that” retorted Aemond.

“And how will you do that good brother?”

“You’ll see” muttered Aemond.

“What’s going on here?” asked Valaera as she sat down.

“Nothing for you to worry about Issa vok nūmio” replied Aemond as he kissed Valaera’s hand. (My perfect pearl).

“Oh please” laughed Baela as she pretended to be sick.

“Don’t you have your own Omega to annoy good sister?” asked Aemond.

“Prick” mumbled Baela as she rose from the table and returned to Helaena who was busy chatting to her mother.

Suddenly someone cleared their throat, and everyone took their seats as the Queen rose from her seat.

“As Queen it is my duty to ensure the succession of the Iron Throne, after my natural passing my first-born son Jacaerys will become King with his Omega by his side as consort”.

“Where’s she going with this?” muttered Valaera curiously.

“I’m not sure” replied Aemond quietly.

“So, there is no doubt of the future of House Targaryen, my grandson Jaehaerys will inherit the Iron Throne after his father, with my granddaughter Vaella Targaryen by his side as his Queen”.

“WHAT!” shouted Aemond as he sharply rose from his chair.

The entire throne room went silent as they stared at the furious Alpha.

“I wish to betroth Jaehaerys and Vaella” said Rhaenyra firmly.

“NO” snarled Aemond.

“Excuse me?” questioned Rhaenyra.

“Vaella is my daughter, I don’t care that you are Queen, you do not get to make decisions about any of my children without consulting me first”.

“Brother, let us discuss this in private” insisted Rhaenyra.

“Did you know about this??” snapped Aemond.

“What? No, I didn’t” replied Aegon.

“Aemond. That’s enough” warned Jace.

“My daughter is not even two-name days old, and you think you can decide her future without my consideration. Issa dōna tala” snapped Aemond (My sweet daughter).

“Let me handle this Valzȳrys” urged Valaera sternly (Husband).

Aemond nodded his head sharply and stood behind Valaera. Which given the circumstances was quite unusual for an Alpha to willingly concede and allow their Omega to take over.

“Mother you should have consulted with us. We could have come to a decision together”.

“My sweet girl we should discuss this in private,” said Rhaenyra.

“We should have been consulted on this betrothal, Vaella is out daughter”.

“It was really a spur of the moment decision” admitted Rhaenyra.

“Then you could have waited to announce it” snapped Valaera.

Her Omega scent quickly souring. Her protective mother instincts kicking in.

“It wasn’t just Vaella, we had hoped to betroth Vhalarr to-“

“NO” yelled Valaera.

“Valaera” gasped Rhaenyra.

“I love you mother, but Vhalarr and Vaella are not your children. They are mine and Aemond’s, we make the decisions. Not you”

“Cease this infernal argument at once,” shouted Daemon.

Aemond took a step forward and audibly growled at the older Alpha.

“Vhalarr will be the heir to Driftmark and any decisions regarding his future wife will be at the discretion of myself, Aemond and Lord Corlys,” said Valaera.

“Valaera. Please” muttered Rhaenyra.

“Your wrong mother. You should have spoken to us” said Valaera firmly.

“That’s enough Valaera” warned Jace.

“Don’t even think about it” snapped Aemond, his fists clenched.

“I will not seek to draw further attention to this matter Your Grace. My Alpha and I will return to Driftmark with our children on the morrow” said Valaera sternly.

“You don’t have to do that”.

“Yes, I do. Should you have need of me or my Alpha then you may of course send a raven”.

Valaera didn’t even wait for her mother to respond; she grabbed hold of Aemond and dragged him out of the Throne Room.

“I take it your mother is unaware that Vhalarr will become a Velaryon upon his ascension to the Driftwood throne?” asked Corlys.

“The opportunity never presented itself” muttered Valaera.

“I suppose it doesn’t really matter considering Viserys requested Rhaenyra and Laenor’s eldest child take the name Targaryen when he becomes King” said Corlys.

Jacaerys Targaryen. Sounds really weird.

“Did we overreact grandsire?” asked Valaera.

“Both you and Aemond acted as any parent would” replied Corlys.

“How could she think to make such an announcement without even consulting us first?”

“Your mother has just been crowned Queen, there are still those in the realm that would rather have a King. Ensuring the future order of succession for the Iron Throne protects her reign and that of your brother” explained Corlys.

“She still should have consulted us. You know how protective Aemond can be”.

“Alpha’s are naturally inclined to protect their Omegas and any pups they have” replied Corlys.

“I just don’t know what to do. The betrothal itself does make sense. But I just can’t get past the fact that my mother didn’t even stop to ask us”.

“Maybe just give it a few more days and then send a raven to your mother inviting her to Driftmark” suggested Corlys.

“Do you think that’s such a good idea?” muttered Valaera.

“Better to sort things out now” replied Corlys.

Grandsire is right. I need to speak to my mother. She needs to realise what she did was wrong.

“I’ll need to speak with Aemond first,” said Valaera.

“You want to what?” asked Aemond.

“Invite my mother to Driftmark, we need to sort this out Aemond” exclaimed Valaera.

“Hm”

“I know your angry and believe me so am I, but we can’t leave things as they are” urged Valaera.

Aemond remained silent for what seemed like an age before he blessed Valaera with a response.

“I will not have her making decisions for our pups. We are their parents and ultimately any decisions regarding future betrothals should go through us” groused Aemond.

“I agree. We decide” replied Valaera.

“I understand the importance of duty, but I would like our pups to have a voice” said Aemond sternly.

“Me too” whispered Valaera.

“I’ve always had to fight to get what I want, but when it came to marrying you. It was my choice. I requested your hand, and my father granted it. Being with you is the best thing that ever happened to me, and I want that for our pups” muttered Aemond.

Valaera wrapped her arms around her Alpha and breathed in his scent. It had become less sour since they’d left Kings Landing.

The flight back to Driftmark had been awful. Aemond was furious and Vhagar could feel her rider’s anger through their bond. The old she dragon, grumbled and growled all the way back to Driftmark. Even Arrax who was normally quite chirpy was sullen and agitated.

It was only the presence of the pups that seemed to keep the dragons from reacting further.

“Will your mother be coming alone?” asked Aemond.

“I haven’t sent the raven yet, but I can request that she comes alone”.

“Good. I have little patience as it is and if your brother dares to show his face, I will end up smashing his teeth in” admitted Aemond.

“Despite his outwardly bravado, I know Jace is absolutely terrified of you” muttered Valaera.

Good. I’ll make sure the ‘strong’ bastard remains that way. He’s lucky I haven’t gutted him.

“You were also terrified of me and one point” said Aemond.

“Indeed, I was but you were pretty good at convincing me otherwise”.

“I’d like think so” whispered Aemond as he placed a gentle kiss on his Omega’s lips.

Suddenly a knock at their door broke them out of their love haze.

“Enter” stated Aemond firmly.

“My princes, the children have awoken from their afternoon nap. They call for you”.

“Thank you, Tarla,” replied Valaera as she rushed out of the room.

“I wish to extend my apology to you”.

“M-Me my Prince why?” asked Tarla.

“We left Kings Landing after our disagreement with the Queen and gave no thought to how you would return to Driftmark and for that you have my apology” replied Aemond.

“It is not required my Prince, I sailed back to Driftmark with Lord Corlys”.

“You are one of the only few people that I trust with my pups. I wish for you to be happy and well looked after during your time with my family” said Aemond.

“I appreciate your kind words my Prince” exclaimed Tarla.

“Here” said Aemond as he handed Tarla a bag of gold coins.

“N-No my Prince I cannot”

“Yes, you can. Take them with my thanks, you need not spend them all at once. I will be insulted if you don’t take them” replied Aemond.

“I don’t wish to insult you my Prince, but I must take my leave. I have other duties to attend too” exclaimed Tarla.

“Go do not let me keep you” said Aemond.

Tarla bowed her head towards the Alpha and then quickly left the room.

The raven had been sent and a week later the screeches of Syrax could be heard echoing around Driftmark, announcing the arrival of the Queen.

Valaera felt a little anxious as she awaited his mother’s arrival, but Aemond couldn’t give two shits, he only agreed to her visit for the sake of his Omega.

“Do you think she’ll mind that I’m sitting here?” asked Valaera.

“You’re the heir to Driftmark, you may sit where you please” replied Aemond sternly.

“Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, first of her name. Queen of the Andals, Rhoynar and the First Men. Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm”

When Rhaenyra entered the Hall of Nine, she paused at the sight of her daughter sitting on the Driftwood Throne, with her Alpha standing next to her.

“Where is Lord Corlys?” asked Rhaenyra.

“My grandsire had matters to attend to in Spice Town” replied Valaera sternly.

“It is not Lord Corlys you’ve come to see Your Grace” said Aemond.

“No, it is not”.

“Let us cut to the chase then” said Valaera firmly.

“I am aware that my announcement surrounding the betrothal of Jaehaerys and Vaella was improper and ill timed”.

“A pity you couldn’t see that before you opened your mouth” growled Aemond.

“Careful brother, I’m still the Queen and I will not tolerate rudeness” retorted Rhaenyra.

“I give no shit to who you are, not when it concerns my pups” snarled Aemond.

“Is this how you let your husband speak to your mother?” asked Rhaenyra.

“Aemond is angry mother and so am I. You didn’t even think to consult us over matters surrounding our own children,” said Valaera.

“I apologise for what happened, but sweet girl surely you can see the benefits of a betrothal between Jaehaerys and Vaella”.

“Yes, I can. But the thing is Your Grace, it’s not the betrothal that’s the problem, it’s you making decisions for children that do not belong to you” replied Valaera.

“It was not just Vaella either. You were after betrothing Vhalarr” growled Aemond.

“May I ask who you were offering the future heir of Driftmarks hand too?

“Well, I thought about Maela” replied Rhaenyra.

“Vhalarr is not free to marry, he’s already betrothed” announced Valaera.

“W-What. To whom?” asked Rhaenyra.

“Daena, she is the granddaughter of the Lady Laena and the great granddaughter of Lord Corlys. Velaryon blood will sit the Driftwood Throne” replied Valaera.

Rhaenyra clenched her jaw as the implication of Valaera’s words hung in the air like a foul stench.

“So, you betroth your son with no fuss but will not accept a betrothal set forth by your own Queen”.

“Because we were consulted on Vhalarr’s betrothal to Daena, and there were conditions that were also agreed upon,” said Valaera.

“Such as?” asked Rhaenyra.

“The children will of course wed when they are of the appropriate age, they will enter a period of courtship and if at the end they do not wish to marry for whatever reason then the betrothal will be broken and Vhalarr will be able to seek his own match” stated Valaera.

“So, his betrothal to Daena is provisional?”

“Yes” muttered Valaera.

“Bearing in mind that both pups are still young in their years” said Aemond.

“Could the same arrangement be put into place for Jaehaerys and Vaella?”

“That’s something you would need to discuss with Jacaerys and Aegon,” said Valaera.

“I will speak to them on my return to Kings Landing and let you know of the outcome”.

“Very well, however I do suggest you make haste mother. There is a storm approaching and I would hate for you to be caught in it” stated Valaera nodding at the guard stationed at the door.

Rhaenyra soon realised that her visit to Driftmark was over when a number of guards entered the Hall of Nine with the intention of escorting her back to her dragon.

“I pray that you have a safe journey Your Grace” said Aemond.

Rhaenyra glared at her half-brother’s false attempt at sincerity. She knew he had no care for her and if truth be told the feeling was mutual.

The only thing they had in common was their love for Valaera.

“Farewell mother. I hope to hear from you soon”.

“I shall write to you as soon as I am able” replied Rhaenyra, she had hoped that Valaera would come and wrap her arms around her just she used to when she was a child, but she never left the Driftwood Throne.

The only movement she made was to take Aemond’s hand.

“I love you my sweet girl”.

“I love you mother” replied Valaera.

Rhaenyra gave her daughter one last smiled before she left the Hall of Nine surrounded by guards.

“D-Did I do ok?” asked Valaera.

“Oh, my sweet you were perfect” replied Aemond.

“I wasn’t too harsh, was I?”

“No, you acted accordingly” said Aemond smiling.

“What are you smiling at?”

“You look like you belong up there, it suits you” exclaimed Aemond.

“Even if I am Strong” whispered Valaera.

“Hm”

“Aemond. What?” gasped Valaera as she was pulled to her feet.

“I simply wish to pledge my loyalty to the heir to Driftmark”.

“Does pledging your loyalty involve you lifting my skirts?” asked Valaera.

“It helps. But my pledge is more physical in nature” muttered Aemond.

“Is that right?”

“Well, you see my Lady, I’m going to bend you over and fuck you on the Driftwood Throne”.

“Oh my god” gasped Valaera as Aemond’s hand slipped into her small clothes.

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[insomniakisses]

Pregnant Alicent sitting on alpha readers face? 😄 Bonus if readers wife Rhae walks in ?

Rhaenicent x G!P / Alpha Reader smut Drabble

Warnings/notes: pregnancy, eating out, threesoms, p in v sex, creampies, reader has a penis, MINORS AND CIS HETS DNI

You could see Alicents exhaustion the moment you entered the her room, she had a hand on her stomach rubbing her 6 month bump. Wincing when she felt herself being kicked.

You couldn’t help but coo leaning to kiss her cheek, feeling her grab onto you with a whine and you simply pull her close feeling her relax in your arms.

Taking this as a good enough distraction you move to pull her night dress off, she makes no protest lifting her arms to help you. You smile then kissing her properly hand rubbing her bump as her eyes flutter shut not expecting your hand to slide lower.

Your hand s move her legs apart just enough to slip your hand between them fingers sliding through her folds and gently pushing in to her thumb rubbing her clit eagerly. “Gods” she moans biting her lip pupils blown out as you speed up eager to get her to orgasm.

When you feel her nearing the edge you smirk your hand retreating as she whines before she sucks in a breath at you licking your fingers clean you move to lay on the bed then, reaching for her. “Come, sit on my face baby”

You can tell shes unsure from her nervous movement and her refusal to move, “No… Im too heavy” she eventually mumbles out and you scoff holding out your hand and pulling her up gently when she takes it.

Shes hovering above your chest now fiddling with her fingers as she avoids contact and you smile rubbing her hip to get her to look at you.

“Pretty baby,” you begin loving how her cheeks flood with pink she nods wordlessly clenching around nothing still so worked up. You move her then using ur strength to lift her and position her above you mouth.

You lean up to kiss her pussy loving the wet mess it leaves on your face. “Sit. On. My. Face.” You leave a kiss to her pussy ever word, teasingly licking at her hole after the last one and she moans lowering herself slightly but not fully and you roll your eyes pinching her thigh the shock causing her to fall and sit on you properly her hands gripping the headboard.

You waist no time in eating her out sucking and licking and kissing her pussy all over. You’re like a starving animal as you suck her clit licking up all her juices not caring if you suffocate there and then she tastes so good and makes such pretty sounds around you. Her juices leaking onto your tongue as she cums thighs shaking but you don’t stop arms securing around her thighs to hold her in place as you eat her like it’s your last meal.

So lost in the pleasure neither of you notice someone come in, you don’t even feel your trousers and underwear being removed until cool air surrounds your cock and you make a confused groan wen its suddenly enveloped in a wet heat then you hear it. Rhaenyra’s pleased moan as she begins to bound in your cock. You groan into Alicent’s pussy feeling lips on your chest and a tight pussy around your cock.

The rooms full of the three of yalls collective moans and wet squelches as you please eachother you feel your cock twitching and your balls move up before you shoot a load into Rhaenyra you love the way she moans at the feeling if being filled Alicent grinding down on your face your nose catching her clit and she squirts at the feeling tapping your arms to release her as she lays besides you catching her breath.

You have no time to react as Rhae crashes her lips to your moaning at the taste of Alicent all over your lips she clenches at it and you feel her juices leak down your cock the both of you nearing orgasm. She speeds up and you grab her hips fucking up into her before you both collapse moaning each others name as your orgasm hits. She nips and kisses at your neck as you come down from your high and you rest your hands on her hips giving them a squeeze.

“We should do this more often she remarks leaning over to kiss Alicent moaning when you give another spirt of cum at the site and Alicent blushes moving the covers over the three of you and cuddling into you against Rhaenyra.

“Indeed we should,” she mumbles tiredly “After this baby’s born and you are with Child from this evening we should swap places” and you moan at the thought of being inside her. Feeling Rhaenyras knowing smirk.

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[mypoisonedvine]

semi-human nature {alpha!aemond targaryen x omega!reader x alpha!daemon targaryen}

{summary} a visit to king's landing goes awry when you go into your first heat— unaware not only that you are an omega, but also that your uncle and stepfather are alphas.

{word count} 6.7k

{warnings} smut (a/b/o standards like heat, breeding, knotting, all that good stuff; kinda dubcon because the reader doesn't totally understand what's happening at first), incest and stepcest (the reader is rhaenyra's daughter making her daemon's stepdaughter and aemond's niece), virginity loss, kinda painful sex/pain kink near the end, threesome, oral m receiving, spitroast, discussions of pregnancy, infidelity (daemon is married to rhaenyra), basically no plot just filthiness

Your visits to King's Landing were far too rare for your tastes. You didn't mind that Dragonstone was your home, it was beautiful there and you and your brothers found plenty to do and see— but you missed the old castle at times, missed the adventure and mystery there. Most of all, you missed your extended family. Though, really, you only missed some very specific members of it.

Firstly, you missed your Aunt Helaena, because she'd always been kind to you and taught you some things when you were a girl— like how to braid hair and how to play her flute (but you were never very good at either). Secondly, and much more, you missed your Uncle Aemond. As cunning and cold as he could be to others, he tended to be sweet with you, as long as you could remember. The older you both got, the more you started to feel more than a friendly, or familial, connection with him— your girlish daydreams sometimes drifted to what it would be like if you married him someday, but you figured that would never happen with the growing animosity between your family and his. Still, when he smiled at you, or when he kissed your head the tender way he did, you couldn't help but hope he felt as you did.

But you loved your family here, of course— your mother was sweet to you, as her only daughter, and your stepfather Daemon loved you as his own. (Some cast a suspicious eye at the two of you, thinking maybe he loved you more than his own… but he was just affectionate, that’s all.)

In fact, he was being characteristically tender with you as you approached King’s Landing, rubbing your arm reassuringly until you smiled up at him. “I’m sure you’re the happiest of any of us to be here,” he told you with a smirk.

“You aren’t happy to see your brother?” you pressed, but he never answered. Your conversation was interrupted by the end of the journey being reached; they were waiting in the courtyard for you, and even though there was a tension in the air between everyone, you couldn’t help but smile shyly at Aemond. He looked back at you, the smallest curl growing on his lips, and your heart fluttered.

For now, you had to behave calmly and politely. But as soon as dinner preparations had begun and everyone had separated to manage individual matters, you ran through the castle to find Aemond in his chambers— and flung yourself into his arms with a squeal of delight.

He hugged you in return, though he tried to soothe you as he laughed softly at your excitement. “It hasn’t been so long, has it, niece?” he asked with a smirk— so smug about the way you clearly had missed him.

“You missed me too, didn’t you?” you sighed, pulling back to look up at his face; he wore the softest smile for you— his one eye sparkled brighter than the sapphire when he looked at you, you swore it, and you were glad you caught him without his patch to hide behind.

“Of course, sweet girl,” he promised. “My— you’ve grown, haven’t you? Weren’t you a little girl last you visited? And now I’ve got a woman in my arms.”

You flushed with warmth in your face and chest when he spoke like that— you felt most like a woman in his arms, anyway, even though your stepfather had commented more than once as well on your development as of late. “You act like I’m so much younger than you, Aemond,” you mumbled shyly. Somehow, you felt most like a woman when he held you; and, even more strangely, most like that little girl he remembered when he looked at you like that.

The embrace was cut short when you felt that dizzy feeling again, your eyes blinking quickly and the heat of your flush growing almost unbearable for a moment. “Are you alright?” he asked, seeing your dazed reaction.

“Y-yes, I’m— this happens,” you mumbled, trying to find your balance again as he stepped forward to keep you from falling. “Fainting spells— w-well, except I don’t faint… I just feel strange.”

He narrowed his eye, looking you up and down. “Strange?”

“Hot,” you whispered, throat a little dry— suddenly you could smell him, and he smelled perfect: it reminded you of snow-covered pine, icy and sturdy just like him. Why couldn’t you smell that before?

He pressed his hand to your forehead, and you bit your lip to keep from whimpering. The heat just seemed to spread all over you, and your head spun as your knees went a little weak. “How long has this been going on? Do your parents know?” he asked quickly.

You struggled to keep your thoughts in order enough to answer, a cramp hitting your gut all of a sudden— that had happened before, too, but the episodes never lasted this long before… which was why you hadn’t told your parents, it didn’t seem notable at the time. Now, of course, as pain twisted inside you, you regretted that. “J-just… just a few…” you tried to respond, but then you couldn’t even remember how many days it had been. All you could remember was this moment, and you reached up to clutch at his shoulders. You swore you heard him growl as he pulled you into him, and the noise made a shiver run through your body.

“I think you may be— fuck,” he interrupted himself, and you felt his nose brush against the side of your face as he breathed in deeply beside your neck. You were so soothed by his touch that you didn’t even really consider how bizarre it was that he buried his face there, smelling and tasting your skin. “You’re presenting— poor thing, it hurts, doesn’t it?”

You didn’t know what that meant, but yes, it hurt; you whined as you nodded, making weak fists that tugged on his leather tunic.

“I can help you,” he promised, “I can take that pain away.”

“Uncle,” you whimpered, “please— help me, please, I don’t understand what’s hap—”

“Shh, sweet girl,” he cooed softly, “you’ll be alright— it’s all well, I’m here now… I’ll help you, omega.”

Your eyebrows knitted— you weren’t sure you heard him right… omega? Maybe it was a Valyrian word you hadn’t heard before? You’d always daydreamed during your lessons as a child, and you certainly were less fluent than your uncle Aemond.

“All you have to do is as you’re told,” he instructed. “Do what I say and I’ll take care of you.”

“Please,” you whined again, another cramp in your core hitting— and with it, a heat between your legs that you realised with distant shame was wetness flooding you. He took a deep breath in and groaned, suddenly pulling you with him across the room. You didn’t realise he was taking you to the bed until you felt it under your back.

“I can help you,” he said again, kissing all over your flushed face as you clutched at him desperately. His hands started to slide up under your dress and pet your legs which spread wide for him instinctively, your hips shaking as more slick leaked from your opening. “Your Alpha’s here, my darling…”

Before you could even consider asking what any of this meant— you were so needy, you might just let it all happen regardless— Daemon burst in the room.

“Fuck,” he blurted out when he saw you writhing on the bed while Aemond touched you. “Is she really—? I can smell her from across the courtyard, fuck, so sweet…”

“Leave us, Uncle,” Aemond ordered instantly, “she’s mine.”

“She’s my daughter, I should be the one to help her,” Daemon sneered. He crossed the room and approached the bed as Aemond held you tighter, defensively.

“She’s not your daughter,” Aemond scoffed, “she’s your wife’s bastard— and she’ll be my omega.”

Daemon shoved his nephew off of you with a growl, making you whimper. “Please— please…” was all you could say. You weren’t even sure what that sentence would be if you had the ability to finish: please don’t fight, perhaps, or please touch me.

“I should claim her,” Daemon insisted, descending on you next with a sweet purr. “Don’t you want Papa to help you now?”

You whined in confusion, one hand shakily reaching up to hold onto your stepfather’s shoulder— but the other found Aemond’s hand and squeezed it tightly. “Let her decide,” Aemond decided, knowing you were so affectionate for him— Daemon might agree to that measure, thinking you would choose your stepfather first, if he thought you understood what was being asked of you.

“She can’t decide now,” Daemon hissed, “she’s presenting, she’s delirious— and she doesn’t even know what she is!”

“She doesn’t—?!” Aemond repeated, eyes wide as he looked back and forth between you two. “You never taught her? You never told her—!”

“We didn’t know!” Daemon defended. “We thought— everyone thought Rhaenyra would be an omega, as pure as she is, but she never presented… we just assumed—”

“How deprived you were, niece,” Aemond cooed at you, stroking your arm. “Your mother never taught you about us— about how special our family really is, that you might be—”

“What am I?” you whimpered, shaking, looking up at your uncle with teary eyes. He held your face and pet your cheek gently, but there was a rageful hunger in his eye like you’d never seen.

“You’re mine,” he answered.

“Ours,” Daemon corrected. “She’ll belong to both of us.”

Even though you still barely had any idea what was going on, you knew how dangerous of a proposition that was. Neither your uncle nor stepfather were ones for sharing…

Though he snarled in chagrin, Aemond was nodding as he pulled you into him again. “We’ll both help you, all right?” he prompted you quietly. “Your stepfather and I— we can both help you. You just have to do as you’re told…”

“Please,” you repeated weakly; you were carried to the bed and all but thrown onto it, a moment later feeling Daemon’s hands help undress you right away.

“I want her first,” Aemond informed Daemon firmly.

“You know how long I’ve waited for this, boy?” Daemon snapped, making his nephew laugh coldly.

“What a naughty Papa you are,” he smirked. “Will your wife approve of you fucking her daughter?”

“Wh-what?!” you choked. “What… what will you do to me?”

Daemon growled in the back of his throat as your dress was torn away, and you felt two pairs of hands run all over your bare skin as Aemond pulled you to lay on him. “As your uncle told you,” Daemon answered, “we’ll help you.”

Did they have to be so fucking cryptic all the time?!

“I’m having her first,” Aemond insisted again, “I found her first. You’ll have your turn.”

He helped you to straddle his lap, reaching down to quickly free himself from his trousers with a sigh; your legs were shaking already, and you jolted when you felt him press his cock up to your opening.

“U-Uncle,” you whimpered, “are you— will we really—?”

“Haven’t you wanted this, sweet girl?” Aemond whispered in your ear. “Don’t you want me to fill you?”

Though you whined before you let yourself admit it, you nodded. “Yes,” you choked, “yes— I wanted this.”

Aemond gave his uncle a little smirk, admiring the look on Daemon’s face— some impossible, forbidden mix of a jealous lover and a disapproving father. Apparently, he thought his stepdaughter was more loyal, and wouldn’t fall for her uncle sat so firmly on the other side of political lines. But love is funny like that— especially where Targaryens are involved.

“Call me your Alpha,” Aemond instructed in a low groan by your ear, struggling to resist his instinct to simply take you without any more delay— he’d been fighting his desire the second he first smelled you, not wanting to rush it too much, but both men were overcome with the need to be inside you as you shuddered and whimpered.

“Alpha,” you whispered back, feeling a pull to obey much more than usual when he spoke to you this way. “My Alpha…”

He pulled your hips down, sliding his cock inside you all at once. His head fell back as your hips rested on his; you cried loudly, feeling a sharp stretch— but more than pain, much more, there was pleasure, relief, and satisfaction. You went totally limp in his arms and let him guide you to grind your hips just as he liked; “Fuck,” he panted, “you’re even more perfect than I ever— ah— ever imagined, dear niece— sweet omega…”

“Uncle,” you sobbed, clinging onto him tightly. He was right— the pain had gone, for the most part, now all you had was this need for more… for everything. Even though you were so weak and helpless, you found yourself able to move on top of him, bouncing up and down in his lap to find some more of that impossibly-perfect friction; he watched you with pride and lust in his smile. “Aemond, it feels— oh…”

“It feels right,” he finished for you, “doesn’t it?”

You nodded in agreement, shivering when you realised the fingers ghosting up and down your spine were your stepfather’s. “How does she feel?” he asked in a rough voice that would’ve been terrifying if you didn’t trust him completely.

“Hot,” Aemond answered quickly. “So hot inside— she really is a dragon.”

They both laughed a little, though it wasn’t because it was funny— it was a specific emotion you’d never seen on either of them until now. Daemon leaned in and kissed the back of your neck, making you gasp and whine and lean back into his arms as you kept riding Aemond dutifully; Aemond hissed slightly, digging his fingers into your hips.

“She… she tensed up on me when you kissed her there,” Aemond said with a gasp. “Fuck— I didn’t know she could get any tighter…”

“Beautiful,” Daemon praised you in a mumble against your skin, fingers now exploring more as he lightly tickled your sides and teased your breasts. “Are you being good for him, omega? Taking care of your uncle as you should?”

You gasped and nodded, eyes heavy and wet. “Yes— yes, Papa…”

He hummed deeply, properly groping your chest now as he licked your neck, even nipping at it with his teeth to make you tighten inside again and again. “F-fuck,” Aemond choked, “I won’t— I can’t take much more of that, she’s so— she’s perfect, you can’t imagine how perfect—”

“I don’t have to,” Daemon growled, pulling you off of Aemond who whimpered and begged to have you back— but the older man was well past the limit of his patience, snarling as he positioned you onto your hands and knees. He held your shoulder to keep you steady, hard cock flexing at the way you hung your head in submission and turned just enough to look back at him innocently over your shoulder. He smiled as you as he gripped himself inside his trousers, silently praying for the patience not to tear you open as soon as he could. Yes, you were his omega, and his stepdaughter— his property in more ways than one— but he would prefer not to hurt you, and his instincts were fighting against his logical mind in that regard.

When he exposed himself, he saw you trying to look— trying to see if your Papa’s cock would break you, and he just chuckled slightly to himself.

“You’ll be able to take it,” he promised roughly, “you’re made to take it.”

He lined himself up, knocking your knees further apart with his own before plunging inside with a long sigh. You cried again but pushed back against him, too; your hands still clung weakly onto your uncle, who soothed you and kissed your tears away encouragingly.

“You were right,” Daemon sighed, electing to just hold you still and stay buried as deep as he could go for a moment. “She’s— fuck.”

Aemond took one of your hands from his shoulder and guided it down to his cock, still soaked from your slick; he guided you to stroke it with your shaking fingers, whispering filthy praises in your ear while Daemon fucked you slowly (at first). “You have to take care of both of us,” your uncle reminded you. “Gods, you smell so sweet… I could smell you from across the hall, that’s how I found you— I knew you needed me, needed an Alpha to breed you.”

“I… I don’t understand…” you mumbled, gasping as your stepfather picked up his pace and fucked you more roughly.

“We should tell her now,” Daemon decided. “Well, you should— I’m quite busy already— fuck, so tight…”

“Would you like me to tell you everything, sweet girl?” Aemond asked you, tightening your grip on his cock when you nodded. “Just keep— keep stroking me, and I’ll tell you.”

“Yes,” you agreed, “anything…”

“Our family is very special,” Aemond explained to you— which you already knew, but clearly there was more to it than you were taught. “There’s a reason we keep to our own, protect our bloodline: some of us are… gifted. Like your stepfather and I.”

“Like you,” Daemon added, though he was struggling to focus on any conversation as he used you.

“I always knew you were meant for more, my lovely niece,” Aemond cooed, though his nostrils flared for a moment as he moved your hand to wank him faster. “And you are— meant to give us a new branch of the family, purer than any that came before…”

Even with your mind still clouded with desperation, you knew how you were expected to do that. “You’ll— you’ll get me pregnant?” you realised with a shaky gasp.

Aemond nodded, smiling as he kissed your face. “Don’t worry— it won’t be as difficult for you as it was for your mother. She’s not like us, she’s… weaker.”

“They all are,” Daemon added, in defence of his wife. “It’s been generations since an omega was born to us.. even in as pure a family as ours, it’s rare— only your uncle and I are Alphas.”

“It makes you much more fertile,” Aemond continued, “it makes us need to care for you— with our bloodline, there’s a small chance any of us could be like this… but our children, with both their parents being this way, they’ll all be gifted in the same way. Think of the generations we’ll sire, and it all starts tonight…”

Clearly, he was excited by the prospect of keeping you bred for years to come, creating a new line of Targaryens guaranteed with these ‘gifts’ of fertility and instinct… well, you weren’t quite as keen. Even as your body longed for the promise of being impregnated, your mind filled with fear. “I— what if I can’t—?” you started to wonder.

“You will,” Aemond promised, without even knowing what concerned you— because he didn’t have to. “You can do anything, omega, you’ll do anything for your Alphas. It’s your nature; you obey.”

Just as he said it, Daemon thrust especially roughly into you and made you quiver. A pleasure began to build in your gut, heavy and hot, while your stepfather let go of all pretence and fucked you with all the passion and possessiveness he’d been holding back for years. He bent down over you and gave open-mouthed kisses to your back, making you feel small in his grasp and feeling the heat of every moan and sigh spread over your skin. “So perfect,” he said again, “it’s better than anything— you really were made for pleasure, weren’t you, omega?”

“Haven’t you had enough?” Aemond sneered at his uncle. “I think it’s time for my turn again.”

“You can have your turn after I’ve knotted her,” Daemon decided.

Aemond grabbed you angrily, pulling you forward and slipping Daemon’s cock out of you— both of you reacting in disappointment.

“Your knot? Please,” Aemond scoffed, “that could take hours— I need her now.”

“So do I,” Daemon insisted, but Aemond was determined to get inside you again. Breathing through his teeth, he pushed his cock back into you roughly, guiding your hips to make sure he filled you to the very brim. Shivering, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and let him fuck into you, accepting that it was better to let them do whatever they liked with you and just hope you didn’t get ripped to shreds in their fight over you.

“So beautiful,” Aemond sighed just before he kissed you on the lips— you let your mouth go slack right away, offering it for him to claim as well; his kiss was filthy and hungry and desperate, making you moan and whimper his name helplessly as he fucked you harder and harder.

“Don’t make me watch this,” Daemon pleaded with a whine, easily the most pathetic you’d ever heard him sound. “I need— fuck, she smells so good…”

“You can fuck her again,” Aemond promised, only breaking away from the kiss long enough to speak, “when I’m done.”

“When you’re done?” Daemon realised. “You’re going to knot her, aren’t you? Fucking bastard.”

Of course, the only thing that could make Aemond stop kissing you was a chance to argue with your stepfather. “I wouldn’t speak of bastards if I were you, Uncle,” Aemond taunted. “Let her use her hand on you while you wait.”

“Hand? I have much greater ideas than that,” Daemon informed you both proudly. He moved around from his place behind you, kneeling beside where Aemond laid so he could pull you away from the kiss and push his cock up to your face. “Use your mouth, omega— stick your tongue out for me.”

Doing as you were told, you whimpered slightly as he slid the fat head of his cock over your waiting tongue.

“Good,” he praised, staring down at you and petting your hair soothingly. “You do so well for us both, darling— now close your lips on it. Suckle on it, not too hard— fuck, fuck, how perfect you are…”

“I don’t especially care for your bollocks in my face, Uncle,” Aemond frowned.

“Lean away,” Daemon offered, not exactly sympathetic to the issue when he was so focused on the warmth of your mouth on his cock.

“I can’t! Your knee is on my hair!” Aemond snapped, and Daemon finally moved enough for Aemond to yank his head away with a grimace.

“You see why I keep mine shorter now,” Daemon chuckled.

“I doubt that’s exactly why,” Aemond rolled his eyes, but knowing how perverse his uncle could be, he almost worried that he actually had found himself on the other end of the same issue before.

“My apologies,” Daemon offered in a mumble, but Aemond clearly wasn’t going to hold a grudge— he was moaning again already, holding your hips so he could buck up into you, kissing all along your opposite shoulder while your stepfather pushed his cock deeper into your mouth.

In fact, he kept sliding his thick shaft between your swollen lips until the tip of his cock reached the back of your throat, making you gag. You wanted to apologise, but you didn’t for two reasons: one, your mouth was full; two, Daemon only moaned louder, praising you again. In fact, he kept making you gag over and over until a tear ran down your cheek. “Let her breathe,” Aemond ordered, sounding almost hurt with how worried he was for you.

Daemon pulled out of your mouth to let you gasp and sputter, Aemond holding your face and kissing it repeatedly to try to soothe you. “I-I’m alright,” you promised, “let me try again, please, Papa—”

Daemon grinned darkly as he pushed his cock back up to your lips.

“You’re too sweet, omega— you want so much to please your Alphas, I know.”

“Don’t go so hard on her,” Aemond warned, “you know if you hurt her at all, it will be hard not to kill you.”

Daemon was more amused than concerned by the threat, but he knew his nephew was right— not just about the way Alphas would defend their mates instinctively (Daemon understood that instinct firsthand, it was how poor Vaemond met his end), but about the fact that he should be gentler with you. You weren’t one of his whores, you were his sweet daughter and a new omega— you needed to be treated with care. But it was almost impossible to keep calm in a time like this. “You should know how difficult it is to hold myself back,” Daemon sighed, “having to smell her and see her and listen to her— her mouth isn’t enough, I need her cunt.”

"Well, so do I," Aemond countered.

Unfortunately for Aemond, Daemon was stronger— and terribly impatient. He growled and yanked you off of Aemond, throwing you onto your back and roughly filling you again. You gasped, overwhelmed by being thrown back and forth between them, with never enough time for your body to get properly used to one or the other. It certainly felt different looking up at your stepfather as he fucked you, seeing him groan and bare his neck as he moved his hips quickly. "Papa," you gasped, properly accepting for the first time that it was your stepfather— your mother's husband, your great uncle— fucking you now. He smiled down at you, holding himself up by one hand as he touched your face with the other.

"Darling," he whispered, "you knew, didn't you? That I wanted you in this way?"

Honestly, you weren't sure— it all felt like a lifetime ago now; presenting as an omega was disrupting enough to your worldview, being claimed by your uncle and stepfather made it even more sure that this felt like the beginning of something entirely new.

"Daemon, everyone knew," Aemond assured. "You were never subtle."

You wanted to ask if your mother knew— but the pleasure kept you from speaking anything coherent, and the instincts controlling your body kept you from feeling any guilt. Like Aemond said, it just felt so right, so natural that you knew nothing about this could be wrong.

Aemond pulled you into another kiss, laying beside you and touching you anywhere he could reach— starting first with your breasts, which he broke away from your lips to latch onto next. You moaned loudly, feeling terrible sensitive with Aemond's tongue and lips teasing your hardened nipples. "How full these will be…" Aemond whispered reverently against your skin. "All your milk for our babies… you're incredible— our little omega, you'll carry so many beautiful Targaryens in you…"

You whimpered, reaching down to find Aemond's throbbing cock— he hissed as you gripped it, trying to stroke him the same way he'd guided you before. "I— I want to please you, Alpha…"

He groaned and smiled, coming back up to your lips again but holding your face so he could look at you closely. "I know, sweet girl— it's in your nature. You live to serve, don't you, omega?"

Whining slightly, you nodded, and he captured your mouth in another kiss.

The thrusts into you grew faster and more erratic, rocking your body as you gasped. Aemond's hand slipped down over your mound, finding your swollen bud and rubbing it as Daemon fucked you with ruthless intensity. It was too much: it made your back arch and your throat catch.

"Come, omega," Daemon ordered; helpless to his commands, you sucked in a gasp against Aemond's lips and felt another wave of hot slick leak from between your quivering legs. Both men groaned, and you swore you saw Aemond's eye go black as he took a deep inhale of your heady scent in the air.

"So obedient," Aemond observed, "I hadn't even known that omegas could come on command… what a talent."

There was this embarrassing squelching noise coming from where your stepfather drove his cock into you, your arousal coating his and your thighs as he held the back of your knees.

“Fuck!” Daemon grunted suddenly, and you struggled and whimpered as you felt his cock seem to swell— more and more, well past what you thought was possible, until you cried out from the fullness.

“Alpha!” you sobbed, hearing him snarl as he held your hips to keep you from trying to get away.

“Are you—?” Aemond realised, growling with jealousy. “Fuck, you’re breeding your own stepdaughter, you’re unforgivable…”

“It’s— fuck, just wait, nephew,” Daemon promised, still panting as more of his sticky come flooded inside you.

“I can’t wait,” Aemond whimpered, “I need to breed her, you know I need to—”

“It’ll be worth the wait,” Daemon assured, “it’s unlike anything— gods, she’s—”

He never finished any of those sentences, just moaning and continuing to pump his seed into you as he breathed heavily. “What’s happening?” you asked Aemond with a shaky whimper.

“Your Papa is filling you, omega,” he answered, petting your side as you shivered. “One of the ways we’re different— Alphas, we… we have something called a knot. It keeps us inside so you’ll never waste a drop of seed— but only omegas can fit something so large, we have to… make concessions, with other lovers.”

“We can never be… fully inside, when we finish,” Daemon panted, “or we’ll hurt them— could kill them, really. But you, you… you take it so well, omega, you take it perfectly… fuck!”

“I-it hurts, a little,” you admitted, trying not to move so you wouldn’t disturb the soreness inside you. “It’s— how is it so big?”

Daemon smirked proudly, holding onto you just as tightly though he’d finished spilling his seed already. He tilted his head back slightly first as he took deep and fast breaths, only to drop it forward limply as silver strands hung limply around his face.

"Fuck," Daemon sighed again, "I never could've imagined how it would feel… being so deep within you, that sweet cunt keeping my knot warm inside— darling, it's incredible."

He stroked your face approvingly as you sighed.

"You expect me to wait until it's gone down for my turn to feel that?" Aemond sneered.

"You don't have a choice," Daemon laughed, "you'll hurt her if you try to get her off now. You'll just have to find some patience."

The only instinct stronger than the need to breed was to protect you, and so Aemond snarled as he guided your hand to his aching cock once more as he waited his turn. You felt complete relief, for the first time since the headache began, as you felt Daemon's knot inside you. You didn't feel the same as you had before, though: you felt… better? In a sense. You felt complete. You felt accomplished, useful… needed.

Aemond groaned against your skin as he fucked your fist, kissing along your shoulder and collarbone. "Such a good omega— you'll take me next, won't you? You can satisfy us both, yes?"

"Yes, Alpha— anything, I'll do whatever I can," you promised, addicted already to how rewarding it felt to be good for them. They both smiled proudly.

"You used to be so stubborn," Daemon remembered. "So much changes when you present, doesn't it? Believe it or not, I was rather level-headed before I presented as an Alpha."

"I'll go with 'not'," Aemond decided.

Daemon didn’t notice or mind much what Aemond had said, too focused on looking down at where your leaking cunt managed to fit his knot— he was still amazed by it. He’d spent his whole life pulling out enough to keep the knot outside when he came (that is, when he could manage to finish at all), even though at times it took all his willpower to fight that instinct. It felt perfect to be inside you now— perfect in a way he’d never allowed himself to imagine before.

Aemond’s patience was well past worn; he forced your hand to wrap tightly around his aching cock, fucking your hand as he kissed you hard and whined against your lips. “Omega,” he panted, “even your hand is so divine— but I need to be inside you, I need to breed and fill you, please—”

“Not much longer,” Daemon promised, though he was clearly irritated. “It takes time, nephew.”

You could tell Aemond wanted to say something particularly catty in that moment— probably something about how it was impressive that Daemon could keep his knot at all at his age— but only a groan fell from his mouth as you squeezed his cock a little tighter. He guided your hand lower to rub gently over his balls, and you realised how desperate he really was when you felt how swollen they’d become, how tender they were as you barely touched them and he hissed in a breath. “Fuck,” he panted, “all that come will be inside you soon— I know how badly you need it, omega, to be bred by your uncle.”

You whimpered but nodded in agreement, letting him move your hand just how he liked so you could keep his hunger at bay.

As for you, the knot inside you brought you mostly back to reality— but a needy, desperate Alpha beside you kept your omega instincts in control even as some logical thought returned to your mind. That logic made you want to ask them a thousand questions, about what you were and what this all meant and what this would mean for your family… but you couldn’t, because Aemond never stopped kissing you long enough to let you speak. Not that you were exactly fighting to get a word in: you loved the way he kissed you, so you just melted into it and let him go on tasting your mouth while he stroked himself with your hand.

You couldn’t say how long it was before Daemon broke his silence, but however long it was, it went by quickly— for you. For Aemond, it was like a lifetime. “It’s small enough now,” Daemon decided. “You can finally have your turn, nephew— but I know you’ll miss me, little omega, when this pathetic boy is on top of you.”

“Gods, just hurry up,” Aemond choked, and Daemon sighed as he held your hips and unsheathed himself from you. The knot wasn't completely subsided, but it had shrunk significantly— enough for him to hiss as he carefully slid it out. You whimpered as the bulge of it tugged on your sore walls, and made a stinging pain hit your opening as it passed through. But, finally, you were empty… for a split second. Aemond wasted no time getting on top of you and guiding his leaking cock to your hole; he plunged in all at once, making you wince and yelp as you held onto his shoulders, but he ignored the pain he was inflicting and started to move already— he just couldn’t stop himself.

The sting was worth it, though, to hear his loud, satisfied moans; his voice was rougher and deeper than you’d ever heard it, filled with awe as he watched your body take him fully with every thrust. He wasn’t moving very quickly yet— faster than you were ready for, yes, but still savouring the feeling of you for himself.

“I hope she’s not too stretched out from my knot,” Daemon chuckled, obviously not genuine— he hoped his nephew could feel the difference, so he was silently disappointed when Aemond shook his head.

“She feels just as before,” Aemond breathed, “just as tight and warm— just as perfect, fuck, she really was made for this. I would never have taken another woman if I knew this was waiting for me— if I knew I could have an omega to breed someday.”

“I was under the impression you hadn’t taken other women,” Daemon laughed, “you certainly fuck like a virgin.”

“You ramble like a drunk,” Aemond sneered in reply, losing any interest in verbally sparring with his uncle as he started to move just a bit faster inside you. "Beautiful," he sighed as he leaned down, holding you close, kissing your tears away as he fucked your sore cunt as gently as he could manage. "So beautiful, my omega— you take me so well, even when it hurts you… you take your Alpha so well."

His praise made it all worth it, and soon enough the soreness was forgotten— as was his attempting to be careful with you; within a few minutes he was holding you tight and fucking into you ruthlessly, panting beside your face while he slammed his cock into the very end of your insides. Even still, even after hours of your Alphas taking turns with you, your body never stopped leaking slick for them, until Aemond was soaked in your heat— his cock, balls, thighs, even dripping down to the bed beneath you…

“It won’t be much longer now,” he warned. “You’ll be bred— my child in you, sweet girl, is that what you want? All that ache’s going to go away, once you’re good and pregnant, like you were meant to be.”

It sounded like everything you’d ever wanted; it called to your most primal desires and made pleasure course through your veins until your skin was alight with ecstasy. "Please, Alpha!" you sobbed, holding onto him tightly. "I want your knot! I want your baby…"

"Fuck," Aemond gasped, baring his neck to you as he thrusted faster, faster, faster— you were afraid you would go numb inside from the friction, heat building until it all collapsed; you twitched and jolted from the orgasm overtaking you, just as Aemond’s knot began to swell. You felt it, like you had with Daemon: the warm come flooding inside your spent cunt, and your eyes rolled back as you went limp. It hurt to take another knot, yes, but you were too exhausted to even react. You were too exhausted to even think, even though you had much to think about: like the fact that your uncle and stepfather had just claimed and taken you, bred you, both of them fully intending to have you with child soon. They’d have no way to tell whose child it was, would that even matter? Would your mother stay married to Daemon— would either of them, or both, take you as their wife? What would you say when, inevitably, questions arose?

None of those questions seemed to matter now… all you could think of was the man above you and inside you, the perfect expression of relief on his face as his knot kept growing inside you.

"O-oh," he choked, tightening his fist beside your head, "it feels so…"

"I know," Daemon smirked proudly. "It's unlike anything else, isn't it?"

Aemond nodded weakly, still trying to catch his breath. "Omega… our perfect omega…"

Daemon leaned down to join in on the praise, petting your head as you let your heavy eyes fall shut. "You did so well for us both," he whispered to you. "You may rest now— you did beautifully, now rest…"

You weren’t able to drift to sleep until they were both holding you; Aemond still inside and surrounding you while Daemon gently lifted you to cradle you from behind, with his chest to your back. You should’ve felt confused, maybe guilty, maybe even disgusted as you reckoned with what you had done— what had been done to you. Instead, you only felt at peace, safe and satisfied. You were blessed with a gentle and dreamless sleep as your Alphas held you, still whispering to you sometimes— still discussing softly with each other what they would do next. From now on, you could leave the thinking and worrying to them, and just fulfil your natural purpose. It sounded nice, actually: lots of pure Targaryen babies, yours and Aemond’s and Daemon’s children, a strange but beautiful family.

For something you couldn’t have even imagined this morning, it seemed so obvious to you now… obvious, and sort of inevitable. Not that you minded; you were happy to be theirs.

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[buckysunshine]

lost in the fire – house of the dragon

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader, Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader (tho no threesome)

Warnings: Smut (18+) ! A/B/O dynamics (just the heat aspect there’s no official alphas or omegas), Unprotected sex, Bareback riding, Public Sex, A little dub-con (the heat making her decisions for her), Incest (Uncle and niece, Step-dad and step-daughter). You have been warned!

Even though this is pure smut I can’t help myself and wrote in romance. AKA I’m a sucker for intimacy and pining. 

Synopsis: The Targaryens is a special kind of house. The reason for their advancement stems from a family secret. Unfortunately for you, the mystery comes to light in the most wretched circumstance – while in captivity. 

(Basically reader goes into heat while in imprisonment by the Greens. Reader is a Strong bastard, but won the genetic lottery of inheriting silver hair. Daemon is not the reader’s biological dad! But Aemond is her uncle.)

Word Count: 4.4K

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Your visits to King's Landing were rare. The few times you went, you were always accompanied by your brothers or Daemon. As the only daughter, your mother, Rhaenyra, is awfully protective of you. Though, you understand your mother's protectiveness. The Greens weren't exactly kind to your family the time you lived there, especially now that you're just unofficial visitors to the palace the moment your house left for Dragonstone.

But this time, you went alone, and the one time you did by the Gods would have it – you were captured and taken as prisoner. 

It was your fault, really. It has been a while since you've met with your grandsire. You shared a special bond with the man. To everyone else, he was king, but to you, he was just your old man who enjoyed telling his stories for hours at a time. Until he got too weak to speak. The last time you saw him, he wasn't well, and it broke your heart to leave so soon. You wished to say your goodbyes before it was too late.

So you left on dragonback unescorted, only intending for a short visit. You had an inclination it was soon, but not this soon.

Now you're trapped and alone in King's Landing. A tool for the Hightowers to bargain with your mother. The only thing keeping you sane is the secret trips Daemon managed to sneak in every fortnight. 

"Princess."

Daemon ascends in his black cloak. He sheds it to greet you with a soft smile as always, and as always, you embrace him. You savored his presence. He had to travel in secret, leaving Caraxes behind, making the travel time painstakingly longer. Your rendezvous with him are the only time you experience affection in isolation. Something you regret taking advantage of. 

Daemon knew the secret passages hidden in the Red Keep, and the only place he could safely meet with you was a hidden chamber deep within the kingdom's walls at night. 

"Please tell me you're here to take me away now."

He pulls back from your embrace to cup your face in his hands. You frown at the familiar apologetic look he gives you.

"I'm sorry, princess. As per your mother's orders, it is not yet time."

Dismay spikes in your chest at the thought of being trapped here for other days at a time. Rhaenyra has kept you here for her plan to take back the throne. You know it hurt your mother more to leave you here, but with the persuasion from her council, her plans now involve you and your stay in King's Landing. They somehow turned your imprisonment into an unexpected advantage.

When news broke of your capture, war nearly broke out. It took great effort from the council, your brothers, and even Queen Alicent ensuring your safety to hold your mother and Daemon back from burning King's Landing to the ground. You trust your mother; deep down, you know she would never let harm come to you. And as her kin, you would do anything to support your mother's claim to the Iron Throne, even if it meant playing the role of the lonely prisoner.

"I've brought letters from your brothers." Daemon fished them from his satchel, offering them to you as a small comfort.

You fight back tears as you read the letters. Not a day passed when you didn't miss your brothers. Worry crept into your heart about their safety, especially now with the brink of war. You cherish every written word, for they always end up burned and destroyed to eliminate any trace of evidence. 

You flip through the papers until you reach a picture.

Daemon peers over your shoulder, chuckling at the appearance of the illustration. "Little Joffrey wanted to send you something as well. His writing still needs improvement, but he did his best with a handmade portrait just for his sister."

You clutch Joffrey's portrait of Tessaryon, your dragon. Ever since you've been captured, they have kept Tessaryon chained in the Dragon Pit, never to be seen again. 

The hole in your chest grows deeper each day, and it finally rips through you in salty tears.

Daemon comforts you, rubbing circles on your back. "Shh... I know, princess. If it were up to me, you would be long gone here and back home already. Even burn this place while I'm at it."

Amid your tears, you laugh at his constrained threat, and the sincerity gives you comfort. Daemon holds you a little while longer. Despite your want to stay like this until his leave, the need to speak about the growing concern that's been troubling your mind breaks your resolve.

Speaking of, you peel yourself away from your step-father, gathering the courage to speak on it.

Immediately, he senses your apprehension. "What is it?"

You clench and unclench your fists before finally muttering, "There's something wrong with me. Something's not right."

Daemon advances toward you, and instinctively you take a step back. His face dims at your retrieve. "Are you hurt? Do you need the maesters?"

"No, no." You shake your head, wincing at the thought. "All I need is my mother. I need to go back." 

Daemon sighs, uncertainty dreading down on him. "I can't help you if I don't know the problem, princess."

Chewing on your lip, you contemplate the best way to say it without painting yourself in the worst picture possible.

"Something is burning inside me." You begin to speak despite your voice coming out shaky. You rest your palm on your stomach to steady yourself. "Mother told me about it. If the fire inside me grows brighter than I could take, then I am to run to her. It's happening, Daemon. I feel it inside me, and I don't know how long I could hide it."

Your voice breaks at the last sentence. Head hung low, you dare peek at your step-father's expression. You fear it would hold fear, disgust, or even pity, but it only kept concentration and calm. If it was a mask, you could not tell.

He was quiet for a while, fingers toying with Dark Sister. Finally, he breaks his silence with a question. "What do you feel?"

"Hot." was your immediate response. Even now, you feel your temperature burning.

"And what more?" He adjusts his weight, hips shifting. 

Now you're the one who doesn't speak. If Daemon knew the extent of your symptoms, he would surely leave immediately.

"Tell me."

His tone was urgent but careful. The look he fixes on you is something you don't recognize anymore.

You swallow down your fear. "I feel hungry… for something I do not know."

"This hunger, show me where you feel it."

Unsure of what exactly he meant, you touch your heart. "Here." Then came next was your neck, "sometimes I feel it here," and lastly, your touch travels south to your core, "but I feel it most here."

Your hand only hovers over your clothed core, but even that is enough to produce slick. The thing you've been trying so hard to avoid for days now. 

"You're in heat." 

Daemon speaks decisively, taking slow, cautious steps toward you. "Chosen women in our family have them. It's nothing to be afraid of. Those who experience them birth the best of us. From them came our family's greatest kings, the most fearsome warriors. Your heat is a blessing."

With every word he speaks, your mind spins with the revelation.

He settles right in front of you, a distance smaller than usual. He reaches for your hand, pressing a kiss on your knuckles. "It's been decades since the last one. We thought they died out, yet here you are."

Confused about your purpose, you ask, "Then what do I do?"

"Do whatever you want." He drops your hand. "Whatever you think would help."

Daemon assumed you would use your fingers to alleviate the burning in your core. He'd watch and make sure you were doing it right. 

But what he did not anticipate is you taking his face in your hands.

Heeding his advice, you did the one thing you'd been craving for weeks. You touch his face. The feel of Daemon's skin gave you a sense of relief. The fire burning inside made you hungry for touch, and the skinship immediately made you feel better. 

Your eyes flutter close at the contact, ease setting in your bones at the feel of him.

Daemon's breath hitched at his throat, but he did not pull away. "That helps?"

You faintly nod. The relief was nice, but it didn't last long, and soon you were craving something more. 

Taking notice, he presses his temple against yours. A loving gesture he thought to be innocent. It was his little way of showing his affection.

You open your eyes and come face to face with Daemon's, and you’re overcome by the itch to touch more. Delicately, your thumb strokes his cheek, tracing his eyelid, which closes at your touch, the slope of his nose, and his bottom lip; you find yourself lingering at his lips.

"Princess…"

"Do whatever you want. Whatever you think would help."

And you did, so you leaned in to kiss him. Stunned, he tugs away, but you wrap your arms around his neck, blocking his escape. You slip your tongue inside, yearning to taste him, to feel him.

Daemon presses back until your back hits a wall, but you cling to him, kiss unbreaking and never heaving. His arm slams leaning on the wall, and the other finds its way to your waist. Any fight he had before dissolves at your determination, your heat affecting him as well. 

He bites your lip, from tasting your mouth to your neck. He licks a stripe underneath the slope of your ear. "Feel it here too?"

You nod feverish, back arching to give him more access. Impatiently, you grip Daemon's hair, take his hand, and lead it where you need it most.

Taking the hint, he ruffles your dress up, and soon his fingers slip inside your undergarments. You're a mewling mess now, moans escaping your lips willfully. He circles your soaked bud considerately, causing another strip of slick to wet your thighs before finally sinking inside you.

You hold on to his shoulders, legs shaky. He plunges his fingers in and out your cunt, and embarrassing sounds of wet flesh fill the empty chamber. You moan with every prod. 

With your release nearing close, you decided to reach for the stars – and you grope his cock. 

A decision that proved to be a mistake. 

With your touch, Daemon withdraws his fingers inside you and pulls away.

You cry out at the ruined climax. You were so close, and now you're back to zero.

Both breathing heavily, Daemon's actions still. His hands remain frozen. Confused, you lean in to kiss him again, but he only pulls away. You don't understand. He remains hard and, until now, willing to bed you, but now he can't even look at you.

Instead, he grabs your wrist, and you wince at the tight grip. He puts them at your eye level. "Use your fingers to help you with your heat. Like what I did."

He led them to your mound, urging you to try yourself. Hesitantly, you touch yourself, trying your best to mimic how he did it. It helped, but it was nothing to how Daemon's fingers worked for you. 

Frustrated, you whine, pulling out. "It's not enough. I need you, Daemon."

You reach to touch him again, but he backs away, putting distance between you. Your heart breaks at the space. Did you do something wrong? He turns his back on you in an attempt to collect himself.

"Daemon?" you called out, concerned.

He let out a mountain of curses in high valyrian before facing you again. He flips his black cloak back on his head. 

"Come." He holds his hand out, and you take it immediately. He starts walking, and shortly, he's picking up the pace, and you try your best to keep up.

"Where are we going?"

He doesn't answer. Soon you're somewhere away, but it wasn't somewhere new. Dread filled you at the sight of the familiar door.

"No. I'm not going back, not right now." You stop in your tracks, refusing to enter the room once more.

"You were gone too long. It's time to head back." 

Daemon opens the secret passage to your chambers – your prison. You resist, but he tugs you along anyway. 

He settles you on your bed. "I will return soon. For now, use your fingers to get through your heat. Do not leave your room. Do you understand me?"

He spoke with such force you felt fear of being left alone again. You frown, not responding and not looking at him, either. 

You know you don't have the luxury of time. Daemon's treading a fine line; you could be caught any moment now. 

In distress, he grabs your neck. "Do you understand me, princess?"

Shocked, you nod, tears swelling up again. Daemon's resolve softens at the sight, guilt weighing his heart down. He’s a fucked up mess now.

He removes his hands from you and gently wipes the fallen tears away. "The next time I return, I'm taking you with me." 

He sealed his promise with a kiss on your temple, and just like a flicker, he was gone. Disappeared within the walls of the castle.

You lie there dumbfounded, abandoned in the dark. The throbbing between your legs grew more prominent with the unfinished business. 

He really left you.

The disbelief turned into frustration and shame and soon festered into anger. You knew your fingers wouldn't be enough this time, and you'll be damned if you let Daemon tease you for nothing.

Despite his warnings, you leave the bed and wander the halls looking for the man. At this point, Daemon would be by Blackwater Bay about to board his boat, and getting through the hidden passages would only get you lost, so you settle on getting there through the main route. 

The darkness of the night cloaked your disheveled state, and your bare feet masked the sounds of your hurried steps. 

Frantic and mind clouded by lust, you find yourself in the godswood occupied by a lurking patron. You hardly noticed the figure hiding in the shadows until you collided with its solid chest.

You wince at the impact, holding out your hands to steady yourself. 

"Y/n."

The familiar deep voice reels you back into the present. Aemond stands tall with his hands clamped against his back, as usual, face annoyingly stoic. His intimidating stance makes you feel small in the dark.

"Uncle." You manage to greet back, caught off guard by his presence.

You should have known better. In addition to the dozen guards watching your every move, Aemond took it upon himself to personally keep you in your place. Always looking, constantly checking.

Despite his constant presence, you find it hard to look your uncle's face in the eye. The one eye is usually filled with contempt, but at this moment, it searches your face with intrigue and skepticism until it strays down to your bosom.

"Pray tell where are you off to at this late hour? And in such a rush, you forget your indecency." He tsked mockingly. 

Your face turns warm, and you quickly cover up your exposed flesh with silver hair. In your haste, you carelessly left your quarters with only your night shift, the thin fabric barely covering your figure.

"I… could not find sleep. I fancied a walk. That is all."  

You don't look at him as you say it. If you did, he'd see right through you. Instead, you stare off in the distance with your arms crossed, a piss attempt to somehow protect yourself.

He hums at your answer before stepping forward, invading your space. 

"You're lying." 

Without warning, he raises one hand behind his back and grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him. You gasp at the sudden contact.

He leans in, sneering. "If you're going to lie, at least have the decency to say it to my face, or don't say shit at all."

You grasp his arm, clawing to get away from him. "Release me." You grit out.

"I'll ask you again. What are you doing?" His grip on you only tightens. It irritates you greatly that he can keep you captive with just one arm. "What is it that you're planning? Is your traitor mother here to get you? Planning to take the crown, hm?" 

You continue to struggle against him, concern increasing at the realization that the wetness between your legs is growing from the harsh touch of Aemond's skin.

Thinking fast, you recall Jacaery's training. You flip Aemond's elbow and quickly follow it up with a shove. And just because you're rarely presented with such an opportunity, you also hit his nose with your head. Hard. 

He stumbles, startled at the ambush. Still, a hint of a smirk plays at his lips.

You manage to get away, glaring at the imposing man. "Trust me, the crown is furthest from my mind right now." 

Before your mind is wholly overturned by your heat, you turn to flee, but with swift feet, Aemond seizes you. 

"You're not leaving."

He pins you against the large tree in the middle of the garden, wrapping his hand around your neck to keep you in place.

And with that, you all but lost control.

A moan escapes your lips. The pressure of his palm on your neck, coupled with his body weight leaning against yours, is enough to give your touch-starved body pleasure.

Aemond freezes at the sound, the noise echoing in the quiet garden. Bewildered, he pulls back to study your face. At this point, your eyes are fully dilated, breath coming uneasy and legs clamped tighter than a mangled knot. 

He presses on your neck once more, and unwillingly you let out another needy moan. 

"You're in heat." He realizes, disbelief painted on his features.

"Yes." You hissed out. "So either you do something about it or let me go find someone else who will."

For a moment, his perfectly practiced mask falls, and his grip on you loosens. Just when you thought you'd be free, he slots his thigh between your legs, pinning your bottom against him.

"Aemond." You gasp at the sudden pressure. You grip his thigh, unsure if you want to pull it away or ride it.

He leans down to take in your scent. "I thought they were only legends. A child’s tale. I read about them, the things the heat does to the woman and the greatness that comes after.” He presses down more, and you almost buckle to your knees. "You're never going to find someone who can properly take care of this, sweet niece."

Daemon. The thought grows more distant the more Aemond floods your senses.

With both hands, he lifts your face towards him. 

"Allow me the honor." He whispers, breath fanning your face. 

The pressure was too much to bear, and you couldn't take it anymore. You make a move and lean in to take his mouth into yours. He receives you immediately, tongue already slipping inside to greet yours.

Like him, his kiss is unrelenting.

Panting, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders to pull him closer. His mouth traveled down to kiss your jaw, settling on tasting and nipping at the skin of your neck. Your back arch at the sensation.

You pull away just enough to mumble in a daze, "take me to bed, Aemond."

He lifts your legs to wrap around his hips, and you revel at the feel of his cock straining hard against his breeches. You nearly humped him right there and then.

You expect him to carry you into his chambers, but he turns the other way and settles you down to the ground underneath the shadow of the evergreen. He discards his coat and lays it beneath your back, protecting you from the sharp prickle of the grass.

He leans back to take you in. 

You lay there sprawled open to him. Only illuminated by the moonlight, you look ethereal. Your silver hair shines despite being scattered on the earth, and your skin glows with fever and anticipation. You look unworldly. Inhuman. Like an unclaimed dragon. 

Aemond had never seen something so captivating.

"What are you…." You reach up to feel him again, desperate for his touch.

His hands caress your legs, lifting your night shift further until your bottoms are exposed to him. He grips your inner thigh, blood pumping with excitement.

"No time. You need release now."

His slender fingers find you, and he plays with the wetness he finds there. Aemond's manhood nearly bursts at the feel of your supple skin. He wastes no time exploring your heat. You whimper at the intrusion, grateful for the sensation but yearning for more, for something bigger. 

He leans down to kiss you once more. "Patience, dōna mirre."

Before you know it, he dips down, head in between your legs and mouth on you. You stifle a scream that would surely wake the entirety of King’s Landing. Aemond groans against your cunt, mouth lapping at the continuous flow of sweet nectar. A taste no man could resist, driving anyone to addiction. It did not take long for you to reach your first release of the night. 

Aemond only ascends when you push his head away, skin still sensitive from fighting his incessant tasting.

He makes quick work of his trousers, taking his cock out. He strokes it as he watches you come down from your high. Slender arms cover your face, chest heaving at the impact of your release. 

Gently, he brushes a nipple, and instantly, it hardens.

"Gods."

With a tug, he reveals your breasts, ripping away at any fabric that dares cover you from him. You yelp at the quick removal, skin shivering at the cold air. While he's distracted by your naked body, you take the opportunity to take hold of the flesh poking your thighs.

He groans at your touch, hips thrusting for more. 

"So needy."

You bite your lip, wanting more. "Please, uncle."

He leans back, gaze fixed down to where his cock slides between your folds, slick coating every inch of him. "Is this what you want, sweet girl?"

"Yes, yes." You preen desperately. 

He remains sliding his cock on your glistening pussy, bud nearly aching at the little friction. He could do it. Slide right inside you so easily. With your wetness he wouldn’t have to fight any resistance. Just tight slick heat waiting to swallow him. 

But even with the sheer desire radiating off him, you sense a hint of hesitation holding him back.

"Aemond?" You call out to him, concerned.

His gaze snaps back to yours, face suddenly serious. "Once I break your virtue, no husband will take you. No husband means no allies. No allies mean no crown. Is that what you want?"

He speaks sense, and you should likely listen for your own good. But you find it hard to comprehend the future ahead of you. It might be your heat making you delirious, but all you want is now, and all you want is Aemond.

You take hold of his hand, placing a tender kiss on his palm. "Then wed me. Make me your wife," 

Aemond's heart sputters at the proposition. Everything his family has been building for would come crumbling down if he said yes; the war he's been fighting for would be for nothing, but all that didn't make the offer any less appealing.

You sense the pause your words had on him, so you continue speaking. "or just fuck me and forget me. Aōha iderennon, issa prince. "

With a curse, he makes his choice. He presses at your entrance, plunging deeper until he's satiated inside you. "Fuck." 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as satisfaction finally seeps into your bones. Aemond's thrusts start slow and careful but soon gain momentum, until he's relentlessly pumping into you.

Aemond lifts your leg to hook to his hips, pulling you closer. Holding each other, your hands never leave his skin. His back, his behind, his hair. You were always touching him one way or another. He rests his weight by his arms, face buried in your neck. 

"Aemond.." you moan his name, wanting to see him, you lift his face from your nape.

For the first time, you faced him, and his eye held no contempt. Your breath is taken away at the sight. The once harsh lines of his face turned into something delicate, and the fixed frown he wore every day no longer tainted his handsome features. At this moment, he is beautiful.

You trace the prominent scar, mindful of his trauma. You remember the night it happened so vividly, and never would have thought it all would lead to this.

He flinches at your touch, head rearing back. He was still within reach, so you coax him back by stroking his jaw instead, coupling it with a flush of your hips and light kisses. He relaxes, and this time you reach for his eyepatch. You lock gazes with him, silently asking for permission. You wanted to see him in all his vulnerability. 

He only closes his eye, face stilling to let you remove the leather. And with a flick of your wrist, the veil falls to the ground.

In all his glory, you see Aemond Targaryen for who he is. 

The wounded eye was stripped of any skin on his left eyelid, leaving a bright shining sapphire eye in its place. You heard rumors of the one-eye second son and his sapphire eye. Only a few saw it; the majority that didn't deny its existence, but the ones that did spoke of its haunting beauty. 

But you did not see it for long. With only just a few seconds, Aemond hides his face back into your neck. 

Flashes of insecurity pierce Aemond's heart. He's never been this intimate with anyone, and he certainly did not foresee it to be with the sister of the man that maimed him. He's starting to fear he'll find himself far in the deep end, unsuspecting of the waters he plunged into. He plans to make you cum quickly, determined to distract you from his shame.

But you don't allow it. With a shift of your weight, you roll over, pinning him against the tree's bark. Now you're the one on top, and you hold his shoulders down, making him look up to you. Aemond's throat dries at the sight of you mounted on top of him.

“Y/n-”

"Look at me."

The power in your voice makes him obey. Once your eyes lock, you search for a hint of trust, and once you're sure he's not to pull away again, you start riding him. You roll your hips, moving to hit the spot inside you. He supports you with gentle touches on your back and tweaks to your nipples.

Aemond watches in awe, letting you chase your climax. In your state, he is clearly reminded that like him, you're a dragon rider. A rightful Targaryen. You move like you ride a dragon — confident, strong, and in control. 

It makes his cock hard.

Your movements grow frantic, the familiar high nearing close. Aemond starts meeting your thrusts, cock plunging deeper at the new position. You feel your cunt produce one last slick of wetness before constricting around him, body spasming with pleasure. Aemond quickly followed, capturing your mouth in one last kiss before finishing inside you. 

Satisfied, the fire inside you subdues, and you feel your body grow light, at ease. Exhausted, you fall into slumber. 

Not Aemond. 

He lays there with you in his arms wide awake. He clutches you in an embrace, shielding you from the nearing sunrise. If he could stay there buried inside you for the rest of his days, away from the war, all the scheming – he would. But reality is creeping up on him, and he's reminded of his choice.  

"Make me your wife, or just fuck me and forget me. Aōha iderennon, issa prince.”

Aemond has yet to grow old and wise, but even then he knew one thing – even if he tried, he could never forget you. He could conquer the earth and back, claim the mightiest dragon on land, and win the greatest of wars. In the end, he knows you'll still plague his mind, body, and soul. 

So he made a choice, and this time, he let the Gods decide his fate. 

-

dōna mirre - sweet thing

Aōha iderennon, issa prince - your choice, my prince

Fun fact! Tessaryon is inspired by Tessarion, the goddess of music, arts, knowledge, healing, plague, prophecy, poetry, beauty, archery, and booty — A god of old valyria.

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Could I request Alpha!Rhaenyra x omega!handmaiden!reader where they’re drawn to each other from the moment they meet and bond over their mutual trust issues regarding losing loved ones while slowly falling in love on Dragonstone? Like Nyra is cold and distant with everyone else, hesitant to let anyone in, but she just clicks with reader and whenever they’re alone, Nyra just melts and goes all soft, all affectionate touches and sweet nicknames and tender looks? (Two of my fav nicknames she’d call reader are: my little one, and Perzītsos (little flame) Maybe even some soft smut? It doesn’t have to be omegaverse if you’re not comfortable with writing it

Rhaenyra Targaryen*Perzītsos

Pairings: Rhaenyra x handmaiden!f!reader

Warnings: mentions of loss, family death, grieving, smut, fingering, f!recieiving oral, nipple play, pet names, soft smut 18+

Word count: 3110

A/N: trying to pick between emma and millie for a Rhaenyra gif is a near impossible decision

also i wouldve done the omega and alpha things but i havent really read much like that so i didnt wanna accidentally butcher it so i hope this was okay!

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Translations

Perzītsos (little flame) ñuha dōna (my sweet)

All the servants had lined up, backs pressed against the stone walls of the corridor, waiting for the princess arrival. Heads bowed, hands whipping sweat on their skirts, hushed whispers to see if anyone had caught a glimpse of her yet. The sound of dragon wings batting through the skies alerted you all to her arrival.

Rhaenyra barely looked at anyone, let alone the servants as she walked the halls of her new home. As she spoke to the lords of Dragonstone at the entrance you took the moment to take her in. Her long silver hair was windswept from the fight, cascading down her back, yet somehow not tangled from the flight. She didn’t wear what you would expect of a princess, instead clad in leather and bright red cloth for ease of riding. Her eyes were the softest of lilacs, staring at you like flowers.

Oh fuck! You thought as your eyes snapped to the ground. She had caught your stares and you could only hope from this distance she did not see your embarrassment. What you hadn’t saw was the slight smirk on her face or the way her eyes lingered on you as she passed you by. Your new boss had told you yesterday you would be one of her many handmaidens and not to expect any great things out of washing the princess delicates so to keep your head down. You’d only arrived last week, and you had already made the first mistake.

You had hoped to spend the rest of your life with your family in Old Town even if only as a servant, but a fire had made that impossible. You escaped with your life but had lost it at the same time. One of the lords of the manor you worked in took pity on you and had you sent here so to not have to suffer the memories. Yet Dragonstone was cold, its walls empty and dark, and its people sombre even when greeting their princess.

The princess had been practically locked in her chamber for the past week, barely saying two words to her servants at a time. her eyes would always watch your every move as you cleaned her room. She never even let you do half your tasks and wouldn’t allow anyone to touch her. she was cold but you could not blame her since you too missed home, even if home was so different for you both. “Take these to the princess for her bath,” the head maid shoved a small chest into your hands before stacking towels on top. “She’s in a right grouchy mood for someone who has everything,” the woman muttered as she stomped off.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you set off to the princess’s chambers. they had made you walk this path till your feet felt like they were going to crack to make sure you never got lost however as you stood in front of the door you kind of wish you had got lost. Taking a deep breath, you steadied the chest on your hip and knocked on the heavy wooden door. a moment passed before someone called out, “Come in,”

When your hand took the handle, you hadn’t expected the door to be so heavy. You shuffled forward, shoving the door open by your shoulder as you struggled to move the wood while balancing the chest. When you finally got in the room you were met again with those violet eyes. Rhaenyra smirked as she watched your head drop in embarrassment as you quickly shuffled in the room.

“Need a hand?” she asked as she stood from the bed she had been sitting on.

“It’s alright my princess I’ve got it- “you started to say as you placed the towels on the table beside the steaming hot bath when crash. The chest slipped from your hip and hit the ground, the wooden corner splintering and the top breaking over. “No,” you gasped as you knelt down to try put all the bath salts and fragrances back into the chest.

You heard footsteps but didn’t look up till Rhaenyra’s hand shot out to pick up one of the bottles, “Let me help you,” she said softly, ignoring the way you gaped at her. up close those eyes seemed even more magical, “Are you okay?” she asked, her eyes meeting you.

You realised she had picked up all the pieces and quickly went to stand, “Yes princess, thank you princess, princess I- “

“Rhaenyra,” she cut you off.

Pausing for a moment, eyes scrunched in confusion, before you nodded, “Princess Rhaynera I- “your sentence was cut off by her soft giggles.

“No please just call me Rhaenyra. In my chambers at least. Id like some form of normalcy at least,” Rhaenyra said as she stood up, but she did not move back as you began to lay out the bath supplies on the table. It seemed almost that she stepped closer. “What is your name?” she asked, her breath brushing the back of your neck.

You turned around, trying to stand tall, as you told her. “A beautiful name,” she said, her lips finally curved into a smile. It suited her face far better than her usual melancholy. “Are you here to ready the bath?”

“Yes pri- “you said, stopping suddenly with an awkward smile, “Rhaenyra. It will only be a few moments longer,”

“Thank you,” Rhaenyra said, a slight laugh in her voice as she stepped away to begin taking her jewellery off.

As you poured the salts in you decided to try actually speaking to her, perhaps she just missed conversation you thought. “I can help you with that,” you said causing her to spin round, “if you give me a moment of course,” you said as you stirred the salts in before picking up the bottle of fragrance the king had sent in spades for her.

“I know how to take my own jewellery off,” she said, turning away again.

“I did not mean to offend you,” you said quietly as the sweet smell filled the room, “I just like to be of help,”

Rhaenyra chuckled as she sat her jewels down, small things that cost more than your life, “I don’t think anyone could help me truly,” she said as she began to tie her hair up.

“Maybe,” you said as you laid out the towels, “but you never know till you ask. My mother always told me that,” you said, pausing for a moment in the sweet memory. She had always been so positive.

Rhaenyra paused briefly before finishing her hair. “Mothers always seem so wise,” she said as she looked out the window, “Till they die that is,” she muttered as her hands moved to try unstringing the laces behind her back.

“You don’t miss the fire till it’s gone cold,” you said as you checked the waters temperature, deciding the bath was in fact ready. Rhaenyra turned round with a questioning look, abandoning her futile attempts to undress herself, “That’s what my lord told me when I lost mine. Would you like me to get the laces princess?” you asked, somehow managing to stay calm as you spoke.

Rhaenyra nodded and you moved to stand behind her, gently loosening the dress, “Do you miss her?” Rhaenyra asked as the dress was loose enough for her to slip off her shoulders.

“Everyday,” you said as you picked up the heavy fabric and attempted to fold it.

“Me too,” she sighed as she moved to help you fold the dress, “Does it get easier?”

“No,” you said honestly as you bundled the gown into a drawer, “but it hurts less, in time,”

Rhaenyra didn’t say anything as she walked towards the bath. You silently helped her slip into the hot water, her shift going see through in the water, but you quickly averted your eyes. “Goodnight Rhaenyra,” you said as you bowed your head and went to leave.

“Wait,” she called out as your hand rested on the door handle, “Could you stay?” she said, her voice going quiet as she averted her gaze, “You could brush my hair?” she asked with a hopeful smile.

“Of course,” you smiled back at her, “It would be my pleasure princess- “

“Rhae,” she said cutting you off. “Call me Rhae,” she said as she settled back in the water.

“Okay Rhae,” you said as you moved a stool to sit behind her bath and took a brush in your hand, “Lean back,” you said as you took down her hair and began to brush.

Rhaenyra began requesting you daily for certain tasks. You would be the one to brush her hair, help her dress, arrange her bath. At first Rhaenyra would listen to your stories as you did your chores. She was nearly always silent when you did so, asking maybe one or two questions the whole time but always insisting you continued when you stopped.

Then she began to tell you, her stories. About her first time on a dragon, about her father’s new wife, and her mother’s death. Slowly she opened up more and more. You began to see her outside of chores. She’d have you sneak out to join her dinners or even a few times let you meet her dragon with the promise of a ride on it one day. Your meetings got longer and her words sweeter. Her hand began to linger when she would pass you the brush or your hands rested a moment too long on her shoulders until the day you kissed her without even thinking.

You had been helping her dress and had moved to her front to adjust the material. “All done,” you said, suddenly looking up from where your head had been tilted down to fix the bodice when your nose brushed against hers. Her lips brushed yours as your head moved up, her eyes gazing into yours and without a thought or a word you leaned forward closing the gap. It was a short but soft kiss, and you pulled back, wide eyed and almost teary as you expected to be scolded when Rhaenyra stepped forward.

Her lips crashed onto yours, her hands moving to hold your back and press you into her tighter. Your hands had been trapped between your bodies and snaked up her front to rest on her shoulders. This kiss was desperate, hungry, and so needy that you didn’t part for air till your head grew dizzy. “You shall dine with me tonight,” she whispered, her forehead resting on yours, “and I will count down the minutes till I return to find you in these chambers,”

That had been weeks ago. Now you lay in a bed of fine silks and furs, a silver haired girl laying with her head on your chest as you stroked her soft strands. “Rhae?” you asked quietly, “Are you awake?”

“Yes,” she whispered back. You couldn’t help but smile at her voice, “I’m just enjoying your company Perzītsos,” little flame, she whispered still in the quiet room only lit by a few candles. She had given you one of her shifts to wear as you settled into the bed with her, and it felt like clouds on your skin. “Is that wrong of me?” she asked as she brought your hand to her mouth to kiss.

“Not at all zaldr��zes,” you said, kissing the top of her head.

“Your Valyrian is improving,” you could hear the smile in her voice as she spoke.

You smiled down at the girl curled in your lap, “Only because of my teacher,” you said.

Rhaenyra shuffled and moved to sit up, her legs draped over your lap as she curled into you, her head resting on your shoulder, “It is easy to teach such a willing student,” she praised, kissing your check.

You turned your head, resting your forehead on hers before capturing her kiss. Her hand moved to hold your cheeks while yours softly squeezed her hip. Without a word Rhaenyra moved to straddle your legs before crashing her lips back to yours, holding your face gently. The kiss was comfortable, the type of kiss you melt into. Your hands moved from her hips to her back, pressing her chest into yours as she led the kiss.

Rhaenyra’s hands slipped down from your face between your bodies, resting over the thin fabric covering your chest. “Patience little one,” she giggled as she pushed back, “Good things come to those who wait,”

“I’ve been waiting for someone like you for a long time Nyra,” you panted before rejoining your lips, your hands slipping down to squeeze her ass over her shift.

Rhaenyra’s hands slipped off your body but only for a moment to pull off the thin fabric covering her body. “That’s better,” she said as she as she placed your hands back on the soft flesh of her ass as her hands began to gently squeeze your chest.

Her lips became more feverous, but Rhaenyra was careful not to burn you, always going softer on her favourite hand maiden. Rhaenyra’s hips began to grind down, signalling to you without words. One of your hands slipped from her back to her front, moving between your bodies to run a finger up her cunt, “So wet for me,” you praised with a slight smirk.

“Shut up and kiss me,” she giggled as she pulled you back in.

Your fingers trailed up and down her wet folds for only a few moments before slowly pushing into her entrance. Rhaenyra moaned into the kiss as your fingers slipped in, your thumb positioned to rub slow circles into her clit which you had worked over so many times now. Rhaenyra began to slowly buck her hips on your fingers, fucking herself slowly as your fingers curled.

Her moans were soft and mixed with gasps as you began to kiss down her jaw and neck. The soft skin was like a drug as your lips moved down to nip at her collarbones. Your spare hand moved from her ass to her chest as you began to kiss her chest before taking one of her hardened nipples into your mouth, sucking on it gently, “Yes,” Rhaenyra moaned softly as your fingers began to trace her hardened bud, “Don’t stop,”

“Whatever you want,” you whispered before lightly biting the bud with your teeth.

“You,” she gasped, “I want you,” she moaned as your fingers curled into that all too familiar spot. The way her hips began to buck was a familiar sight. your hand moved from her chest to her hips to hold them in place as you helped her moan out in ecstasy, curling your fingers still as she rode out her orgasm before collapsing into your arms.

Rhaenyra’s head rested on your shoulder for a moment as she caught her breath. Your hands moved to rub soft circles into her back, holding her close. After a few moments Rhaenyra lifted her head to leave a soft kiss onto your lips, “Your turn,” she whispered.

“It’s okay princess- “

“Let me take care of you,” she interrupted, brushing your hair out of your face, “Lay down little one. I want to hear you,” she said as she moved to let you lay on the soft sheets.

Her eyes raked over you body, the shift doing little to cover your modesty. Rhaenyra sat next to you, reaching out to trace your hardened nipples over your clothes, “So pretty,” she muttered before she moved lean over your body. She kissed your lips before trailing down your body, leaving kisses down your skin till she reached your thighs.

Rhaenyra left several kisses up the sensitive skin while you shivered from her touch. Her soft breath fanned over your wet cunt, already making your body tense. You breathed in sharply when she placed a sudden kiss to your clit, your hands gripping the fine sheets. “Relax,” she whispered with a teasing tone, “Trust me little one,” she said as she moved your thighs over her shoulders, “Let me hear your sweet sounds,” she said before licking a soft stripe up your folds.

Your hands tightened around the sheets as Rhaenyra began to lap up your juices, softly at first but with growing hunger. She moved her head till her nose brushed your clit, making your body jerk. Rhaynera hands wrapped around your legs, squeezing the soft flesh of your thighs as she began to fuck you with her tongue.

You could feel the knot growing in your stomach and you did your best to stay quiet, but Rhaenyra was not making it easy. One of her hands released your thigh only for her to begin teasing your hole with her fingers. Rhaenyra slowly eased two fingers into you, curling them slowly inside you as her mouth moved up to place open mouth kisses to your clit. Her tongue massaged your bundle of nerves while her fingers began to brush over that one particular spot.

Your soft moans filled the chambers and the fear of someone entering didn’t even faze you as your body tightened. When you felt her begin to lightly suck on your clit you could feel your peak ready to tip so when her teeth grazed the bundle of nerves you began to crash on her tongue, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the sheets.

Rhaenyra didn’t stop even as your thighs tightened around her head. You felt your body might break in half as her mouth seemed to get more determined to milk another out of you. it didn’t take long till your body was jerking as you tried to almost fight off the second orgasm, but it was futile once her fingers curled to hit your sweet spot and you came again on her face.

This time Rhaenyra came up for air as you lay in bed, half dazed as you stared at the ceiling. “You were so good for me,” Rhaenyra praised as she lay beside you, brushing the hair out of your face, “Can I hold you little one?” she asked, raising your hand to her lips and to kiss your knuckles.

You nodded, shuffling slightly so that Rhaenyra could lay behind you, her arms wrapped around your front while her head buried into the crook of your neck. “Get some sleep darling,” Rhaenyra said, kissing your shoulder, “I’ll be here in the morning,”

“Okay,” you whispered as you felt Rhaenyra shuffle and suddenly a thick blanket fell over you both, “Gnight Rhae,” you said, already half asleep,”

“Goodnight Perzītsos,”

Taglist @clairacassidy @starkleila @valeskafics

#house of the dragon preference #house of the dragon headcannons #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon #house of the dragon smut #house of the dragon x reader #game of thrones smut #game of thrones imagine #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones #hotd #hotd smut #hotd imagine #hotd x reader #hotd rhaenyra #rhaenyra x reader #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra targeryan #rhaenyra targeryan x reader #rhaenyra targeryan smut #rhaenyra targeryan imagine #rhaenyra targeryan x f!reader #rhaenyra targeryan x you #request

[asoiafsworld]

STAR'S MASTERLIST !

star's rules & disclaimers for requesting.

🍷 (romantic love), 🩰 (platonic love)

🍡 (fluff), ☁️ (angst), 🍒 (smut)

↳ HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

⇝ rhaenyra targaryen

first; headcanon; falling in love and marrying rhaenyra and daemon. (☁️) (🍒) (🍷)

second; headcanon; being married to rhaenyra and daemon and being a mother to their children. (🍡) (🩰)

third; headcanon; being pregnant with rhaenyra and daemon's child. (🍡) (🍒) (🍷)

fourth; headcanon; having rhaenyra's and daemon's children. (🍡) (🍒) (🍷)

fifth; headcanon; your life with rhaenyra and daemon and your children. (☁️) (🍡) (🍷)

⇝ daemon targaryen

first; headcanon; falling in love and marrying rhaenyra and daemon. (☁️) (🍒) (🍷)

second; headcanon; being married to rhaenyra and daemon and being a mother to their children. (🍡) (🩰)

third; headcanon; being pregnant with rhaenyra and daemon's child. (🍡) (🍒) (🍷)

fourth; headcanon; having rhaenyra's and daemon's children. (🍡) (🍒) (🍷)

fifth; headcanon; your life with rhaenyra and daemon and your children. (☁️) (🍡) (🍷)

⇝ aemond targaryen

imagine; the turning point. (☁️) (🍒) (🍷)

imagine; the sun also rises. (🍡) (🍒) (🍷)

imagine; stand by me. (☁️) (🍷) (🩰)

headcanon; alpha aemond courting and marrying omega reader. (🍡) (🍒) (🍷)

⇝ aegon targaryen

you drew stars around my scars (but now i'm bleeding) (🍡) (☁️) (🍷) (🩰)

first

⇝ jacaerys velaryon

nothing yet.

⇝ alicent hightower

nothing yet.

↳ GAME OF THRONES

⇝ daenerys targaryen

nothing yet.

⇝ robb stark

nothing yet.

⇝ jon snow

nothing yet.

⇝ sansa stark

nothing yet.

⇝ margaery tyrell

nothing yet.

⇝ oberyn martell

nothing yet.

↳ THE LAST OF US

⇝ ellie williams

belong to you; first, second

drabble; consensual non consent.

drabble: cnc, face sitting.

headcanon; dating alpha ellie.

⇝ abby anderson



drabble; making you squirt.

drabble; g!p abby, breeding kink.

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[writingsofwesteros]

Alpha rhaenyra decides that she doesn't need alicent and if she wants to marry her father fine, but she is going to claim alicents younger omega sister as her mate no matter what it takes (I know I said no matter what it takes but she's not trying hurting the sister just getting back at alicent and otto). This very idea screams smut 😈

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

The large hot water springs under the dragon pit was where you were now resting from the wedding celebrations. You had already dismissed the servants as you rested your head back. Your heart was broken for the forced choice on your sister as well as your closest friend. Gods, everything was just a mess.

“I see you are enjoying yourself.” The familiar sweet voice of Rhaenyra moved into the quiet room. “Rhaenyra…” You softly gasped when your eyes slowly fluttered open. Subtly, you tried to sink further into the water. Unknowingly, Rhaenyra’s eyes began to move over your bare, wet body.

“You are here..” You softly whispered out with a soft gulp. Her scent alone was enough to leave everything so hazy. The slight, see-through night shift Rhaenyra was wearing had your attention for a moment. “I am here..” A slight tug of the Princess’ lips showed you the smirk she wanted to display.

“Why?” You nearly whimpered out; chewing nervously on your bottom lip as she only stepped closer. “Can I not come and see my dear friend?” Rhaenyra whispered as she began to move behind you. You leaned back to try and keep your eyes on her. “Of course you can.” You breathlessly whispered.

“Good..” Rhaenyra purred; unknowingly to you she had the best seat in the house to see your sweet, amble breasts. Fuck, she was getting harder just by looking at you. Why she had never thought of this before was beyond her. “Do you mind if I join you?” Rhaenyra practically purred to you.

You could only nod as you slowly moved to the side. Your thick locks falling into the water now as you moved. Your eyes never moved even as Rhaenyra allowed the slip of the material to fall from her. Oh gods, you thought as her large cock came into view and you quickly looked away from her.

“This is improper I believe.” You whispered out; a bright blush coming over your cheeks as you locked eyes with her now that the Princess was finally in the waters. Rhaenyra only raised an amused eyebrow. The water moved around as Rhaenyra slowly made her way towards you now.

Gods, you were beautiful, Rhaenyra thought to herself as she only moved closer to you still. Her heart was racing. She gently reached for you; her hand softly placed on your hip as you only stared. “How are you feeling?” You gently whispered. Those big eyes of yours locking onto her own.

“Better now,” Rhaenyra whispered; her eyes locked onto you with emotions you could not describe. You could only offer her a soft, sad smile and before you knew it you wrapped your arms around her. Her scent had you nearly purring as you ducked your head once more; nearly overwhelmed. 

“I’m glad.” You softly whispered, nearly breathlessly as her fingers brushed through your locks some more. Rhaenyra hummed; enjoying being this close to you as her hand moved to the back of your neck. A soft shiver ran down your spine as you tried to focus. “I have wanted to do this for so long.” Rhaenyra whispered.

You only grew more confused as you stared up at her with those wide eyes of yours. The water gives you no cover now. Your questions were soon answered as she leaned closer; your lips finally meeting. Your hand gently moved onto her chest; her bare skin brushing against you now. “Nyra…”

Your voice was full of shock whilst her smile only widened across her face. “Shh, just let it happen.” The confusion still bubbled just under the surface as she gently cupped your face once more. “We shouldn't…” You whimpered against her lips even as you leaned in for more. Your hands reach for her now as her scent heightened. 

Rhaenyra knew what she was doing. Her smirk only widened as she watched you fall for her scent. Her hand gently moved up and down your back; bringing you impossibly closer. Your soft breasts brushing against her. Thoughts raced through your mind; your sister being the largest one.

“Nyra…” You whimpered out once more before she passionately captured your soft lips. The moans easily fall from you as your mind begins to soften. Your hands moved to her sides now. “Good girl..” Her praises had you nearly purring as you burrowed into her neck now; your lips softly mouthing at her.

Her hand slowly moved into the water now as her fingers brushed down your hips; only moving south. A soft gasp escaped you as her hand moved in between your legs. Her smirk only widened at your reaction. Gods, you were so pretty, she thought to herself as her fingers brushed against your now wet pussy.

You gasped out and reached for her hips to hold onto as your bodies only brushed against each other some more. Her fingers brushed against your sensitive clit that had your body jolting with each touch. “Are you mine now?” Rhaenyra purred into your ear; hotly mouthing at your neck as two of her fingers slipped inside.

Her thumb began to circle your clit now; slow moments as you looked at her in awe. Your soft lips parting. “I’ve always been yours.” You whispered out the truth that had moved between you both for years now. The truth was undeniable now as you burrowed into her neck. Your mouth watering as you burrow closer.

Rhaenyra hummed happily at your words; her smirk only widening as she curled her fingers to your spongy spot. You whimpered and collapsed onto her chest before she leaned in and lovingly captured your sweet lips. Now she had you; all was well, Rhaenyra thought to herself as you began to fall apart against her.

Your sweet moans were music to her ears as she looked towards the door. Her free hand moved through your locks as she kept you impossibly close. Her fingers teased you without mercy as you began to rock against them. Your sweet, sensitive walls fluttered around her as your stomach tightened in pleasure.

Everything was too much and you loved it. “Nyra..” You whimpered out as the pleasure inside you only grew. Your heart pounding in your ears as you looked up at her. Those big eyes of yours had her passionately capturing your soft lips as her fingers only quickened. Your climax easily coming over you now.

#rhaenyra targaryen x reader #request

[imthefemalemonster]

Hey! I don't know if you write a/b/o universe, (but I'll try my luck) so could I get an imagine/oneshot nsfw Alpha Daemon x Omega fem reader, where reader goes into heat, but Daem had to leave ( maybe solve some issues for Viserys) and he will take some time to come back, in the meantime Rhae Rhae (who is a beta) and has a sincere friendship with reader takes care of her (in the sense of caring and not in the sexual sense) so her heat passes and Daem comes back, but Reader is mad at him for leaving her alone while he's going through this (since it's her first heat she's been through alone), so he tries to talk to her, but she won't. Days pass and they finally talk, to which she cries and says how painful it was, he apologizes and makes it up to her, please? (with angst and fluff and if you can write down the moments of care that Rhae Rhae has for her, I will be extremely grateful)

Hello beautiful - I sure do! I’m not really an expert in it since I don’t read/write much of it but still hope you like it. ♡

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⸻Set Me Free

Daemon Targaryen x Female!Reader (A/B/O - Angst Smut Fluff)

⸻Summary: Nothing could have prepared you for your first heat, especially not the absence of your husband. Your close and loving friend Rhaenyra stays at your side, but you won't forgive Daemon so easily as you ensure he makes it up to you.

Tags: A/B/O, Fluff, Angst, Smut, With Plot, PIV, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, (f receiving), Kisses & Hugs, Multiple Orgasms, Aftercare, No use of Y/N, No beta I'm sleep deprived

⸻Read on Ao3

Notes: More Daemon x Fem!Reader, I’m very brainrot and definitely love to write it ~ The filth is at the end - I made the fic so you can read the smut or angst/fluff as a standalone since there’s a time skip! (smut after “***”)

Changed a bit the tropes of A/B/O for the sake of the fic.

Requested by anon, hope you like it. ♡

Tumblr for ideas/requests: @imthefemalemonster

Smut & fluff prompts: here & here

⸻Words: 6108 (Smut part ~ 2k7)

No words could fit the feeling. Nothing would be precise enough to describe it. The bed shifted as you weight left it, but the second your toes hit the floor, you felt like it gave away under your feet. Despite all the things you were told about, everything you read, living through the very first heat was much worse than you could ever hope for it to be. As an omega, you made sure to know everything about heat, especially after you presented and married your Alpha, the well-known Prince Daemon Targaryen. Thinking about it had made you anxious more than once, but yet you were well surrounded and Daemon reassured you that he would guide you with every step.

A soft gasp left your lips as you stumbled, your hands reaching for nothing, the floor dangerously close. Your knees failed you as you sensed the cold floor against your burning skin. You couldn’t tell how many seconds or even minutes passed since you left the bed. Your skin was set ablaze the moment you moved and the only reason you weren’t already laying on the floor was because Daemon caught you in his arms. It was still very early in the morning, you had just woken up wanting to join him at his desk when it hit you. Daemon had sensed it the instant he heard the mattress shift.

“It’s alright, love.”

You breathed heavily against his chest, a hand holding your back, the other caressing your head gently. He smelled so good. You had felt it before but this time it was different, it was like the scent was everywhere around you, inside you, invading every inch of your skin. You could have ripped your clothes apart, it was hot, too hot. Your fingers dug in the leather of Daemon top as you felt his grasp tighten, his hand moving under your knees lifting you up.

“D-daemon!”, you whined, fingers hopelessly scratching the clothes. Tears left your eyes, mouth part open in a silent scream.

Daemon moved you back to the bed, thumbs brushing the skin of your legs and shoulders, his own breaths growing louder as he sensed your distress. Despite showing much more self-control, having known previous heats, Daemon’s heart still raced in his chest with anticipation. You both awaited this moment with grand impatience, you heard how important it was. It was impossible to put words on it yet, but the only feeling buried deep inside you was the need for pleasure and carnal desire for your alpha.

You sighed as you felt your body lay on the bed, Daemon at your side, holding your back as he positioned himself sitting behind you. You let your head fall on his chest, it felt like it was either going to explode or melt. The tender skin of your neck exposed, Daemon leaned it to kiss it gently, slowly, as his wet lips grazed it. Dizzy, you laughed at the sensation while he whispered honey-like words against you. His embrace felt delicious, reassuring and blissful.

“So sweet.”

“W-what now?”, you murmured.

His hands wandered on your chest and waist, gripping at your nightgown like he wanted to tear it apart. You wished his hands were everywhere at once on you, every inch of your skin covered by his. Your core burned a strange sensation you had never felt before.

“Now I’m taking care of my little omega.”, he smirked, lips meeting your flushed cheeks as his fingers ran on your collarbone, slipping under the edge of your clothes.

You nodded, whatever it meant you were ready to do it. You would do everything for him at this very instant, you needed it.

“And I’ll show you how to take care of your Alpha, hm?”, he kissed your ear, words flowing in as you drank them all.

You laid into him as he resumed the assault on your neck, his hands carefully pulling your nightgown up. At first you thought it was only your head, so intoxicated in his scent that the regular noises of knocking were coming from inside you. But as it became louder and louder, voices accompanying it, you rapidly came out of your torpor to realize people were knocking at your door.

Daemon's mouth left your skin as you whined, pulling on the leather of his top. Annoyance filled your body as the knocks weren’t stopping.

“Fuck off!”, he screamed. An answer very much like him.

The voices were inaudible, they sounded like a bunch of men calling for Daemon.

“I SAID FUCK OFF. NOT NOW.” His voice was so loud behind you it almost could shatter your entire body. His arms locked around your shoulders he held you like you could disappear at any instant.

“Urgent matters, my Prince.”

Daemon didn’t respond, wanting to focus back on you, but the knock and voices just wouldn’t stop.

“Let us in, we come bearing a messag-”

“If you FUCKING come in”, yelled Daemon, “I’ll have your fucking head rolling on the floor and those of all your family members too.”

“King’s orders.”

Daemon sighed. Digits brushing your skin gently as you held onto him, fingernails digging in the fabric, your eyes begging him not to leave.

“I’m”, he muttered, shaking his head. None of the men would be alive by the end of this very day, you could tell, but yet his words left you aback, “I’m so sorry love.”

“D-daemon don’t-”, you cried out, hands reaching for him in a desperate attempt to keep him close.

“I’ll come back soon”, he started to move, you whined at the loss when he left the bed, you almost collapsed on it, “Very soon.” His face looked as pained as yours, yet he still left, each inch separating you now breaking your heart a little more.

The door slammed open as Daemon reached for Dark Sister, ready to slice anyone coming in. But to your great surprise it wasn’t guards or maids that entered, but Rhaenyra herself. She tilted her head toward him, the fire in her eyes could have melted him whole.

“You can’t-”

“I have no choices, you should understand.”, he rasped, “If it’s Viserys-”

“Understand?!”, she raised her hands up but kept her voice low not to alarm you, “It’s her first… - You cannot be serious.”

“I’ll be back sooner than she realizes.”, he lowered his head, avoiding any other eye contact, fist clenched around the hilt of his sword.

Rhaenyra let him leave, your cries echoing in the room as the door closed. She would handle that later, but for now you were the top priority.

“Oh poor thing.”, she whispered, face leaving the wooden door as she ran to you, “Come here.”

You whined when she touched your arm, her embrace mother-ly. You rested your head on her shoulder, face reddened and wet with angry and desperate tears.

“I-I. W-why-”, you couldn’t form any coherent words. Daemon leaving felt like your entire skin had been ripped apart and you were left bleeding against the cold floor.

“I’m here”, murmured Rhaenyra, holding you close to her, “He’ll be back soon. I’ll take care of you, beautiful.”

You nodded against her chest, fingers gripping at the fabric, focusing your attention on anything else but your burning skin. Your cries were certainly heard in the entire castle, you wanted to scream so loud.

“I’ve prepared cold water for you.”, her hand brushed your head gently, “Take your dress off, we’ll change it, you'll feel better once washed.”

She waited for an answer, your consent before doing anything, but you didn’t say anything. You couldn’t because any sounds that were escaping your lips were cries for help.

“Alright?”

You finally nodded against her, she smiled softly as she rested your body on the cushions, accepting the basin from the maids.

“Leave now, have nobody walk into this room while I take care of her.”

The maids bowed and left immediately. Back at your side Rhaenyra proceeded to take your dress off. You sighed, relieved when the fabric left your skin. Naked you didn’t feel cold, your body was still burning, inside and outside, yet you still shaked, filled with incomprehension. You melted into Rhaenyra's lovely embrace when she pressed the cool cloth on your skin, washing the sweat and tears away. Her kind words cradled you, soothing your worries. Still you felt empty, as much as her touch was reassuring, it wasn’t the one you needed. You needed the burning presence of Daemon. Your fists clenched, not from sadness but pure anger. Why wasn’t he here?

Once washed, Rhaenyra dressed you up again, the fabric soft on your relaxed skin. You couldn’t tell how much time had passed. Your eyes were closed, the sun burning them each time they would open. You felt helplessly tired, head resting on the cushion as Rhaenyra was still at your side, whispering kind words and telling stories that had you smiling through the obvious pain. She took your hand in hers as you slowly fell asleep, mind still hazy from the heat. She didn’t leave your side until Daemon came back, a killer-stare toward him when he dared entering the room, very late into the night.

He bowed his head to her, his face as tired as yours peacefully asleep. She shook her head and he said nothing, he knew nothing needed to be said. Carefully she left your side, face still turned toward you to notice any reactions, but you didn’t move, your breath regular but loud again. She joined him by the door.

“You’re irresponsible.” The words were cold, cutting him raw.

Daemon was too tired for a sermon and too angry for reproaches.

“It was-”, he paused, eyes escaping his niece murdering stare. No words, no excuses would be enough.

“Give her your best excuses. You are a lucky man if she accepts them.” Rhaenyra turned a worrying eyes toward you, but you were still asleep, “Heat is a matter of three or four more days, you better make up for it.”, she continued.

Daemon nodded, lips parted open. Air escaped him but no noises. The two Targaryen exchanged once last lilac stare before Rhaenyra left. Daemon turned his pained eyes toward you. He looked at your beautiful body asleep, wanting to hold you close, lift you up and kiss you again and again. The entire day had been hell for him, but he handled heat before. He could never forgive himself for leaving, but yet even if he thought about it all day, he couldn’t find the right words.

His mere presence was enough to wake you up. Your body felt hot again, skin stinging against any fabric brushing your skin. You whined but muffled it with a hand, turning you back to the door. Your hands gripped the sheets, eyes closed and focusing on the darkness around you. You heard sounds of boots approaching, fabric on the floor, steel against the cold walls, and the mattress shifted. Shivers ran through your body, you waited, but nothing came. No noises, no words. Your head dug into the cushion, you hoped you could disappear in them. It pained you, your body telling otherwise, but you begged to be left alone, any more touch would disgust you.

Daemon observed you, the skin of your back, your head, your irregular breaths informing him that you were awake. He wished that if he touched you, you would turn back and throw yourself in his arms, that he would kiss you and whisper a gentle but sincere ‘sorry’ and everything would be fine. But he felt your anger, he felt everything inside you. Still his hand reached for you back, but the second his digits brushed your hot skin, you squirmed away.

“I’m so sorry, love.”, he murmured. You shook your head slightly, hands on your ears. You wanted to hear none of it.

“I should have been here.”, he continued, you felt him move closer, his broad body and heat engulfing you. You whined, pained cries leaving your lips. Your distress clearly showing, breaking his heart piece by piece. He moved away from you, head still turned toward you, scared you would run away at any moment.

“But you weren’t.”

You couldn’t tell how many days had passed, two or three. You didn’t count, your heat was still going on but you avoided anyone, locked in your room or in Rhaenyra’s as she continued to look after you. You felt like losing it. You had barely since Daemon. More than once he had tried to reach you, try and talk to you but you couldn’t. His excuses felt empty, his touches were hypocritical. Yet every time he wasn’t near you, you cried his absence. You didn’t know why you just didn’t throw yourself in his arms, maybe you wanted him to be hurt as much as he hurt you.

Hours passed and they felt like a living nightmare. You cried, stumbled upon your feet, begged for anyone who heard to take the pain away. Everytime you closed your eyes you saw yourself again, alone as Daemon crossed the door and never turned to look at you, as minutes and hours passed and he wasn’t back at your side. Sadness became anger and anger turned into insatiable wrath. You wanted to scream at him and hope he would shatter. Tears run down your face at all hours, hoping it would dry your body so hard you would simply die from it. Guilt and anger filled your body. You wanted Daemon at your side as much as you despised him, it tore you apart, bleeding you open. When will the pain end?

The last day of your heat, you stayed in your chambers. You hoped that maybe your anger and sadness would calm down soon. You felt dizzy all morning, Daemon had left early as he did the previous day. His scent was everywhere in the room and for once you allowed yourself to rest alongside it, focusing on your body and your breaths. You could have cried all day again, the pain you both endured the first day was nothing compared to what you were inflicting to one another. But you wanted Daemon to understand, you wanted him to look you in the eyes, promise he’ll never leave again. You wanted the words to flow so naturally out of him it would be carved in your heart forever. You didn’t know if it would be enough, but still you craved to hear it.

The door opened, nonchalant boots hitting the floor in irregular rhythm. Your peripheral sight let you observe Daemon, you sensed his anger and impatience as he turned to you, face flushed and sweat running down, probably from training.

“Time to talk.”

You stared at each other in silence. The hunger and anger were indivisible in you both.

“I have nothing to say, husband.”, the last word left your mouth like a reproach.

“This can’t keep going.”, he husked.

A laugh escaped your lips as you turned your body to him, sitting at the edge of the bed as he was standing there, a meter away from you.

“I wonder because of who.” Your eyes defied him, and as much as his ego stood tall in the room, towering you, you wouldn’t let go.

He approached, but this time you didn’t move. His steps were heavy, threatening as his scent. You shook, your body heating up, but still you wouldn’t let yourself be tamed this easily. You wouldn’t hold long against your alpha, he was made to have you yield. But you hoped he could read the thousand pleas in your eyes. His hand reached for your arm, gentle to your greatest surprise, but you escaped his grip, his fist clenching around nothing.

“I’m sorry”, his voice was so low, from sadness, shame, anger. He refused to let your first heat pass without showing you all its wonders. But no words seemed

“You don’t understand”, you simply spoke. His eyes widened, fingernails digging in his palms. What more can I say? he thought.

“I said I was sorry!”, Daemon yelled, belt unbuckled, he threw his sword away, it hit the floor with a loud noise that had you jumping.

“You didn’t mean it!”, you screamed, “A-and, even if you did-”. You violently clapped your hands on your ears, the shock echoing in your head as you cried loudly.

You heard him move closer, eyes part open, you observed him kneel down before you. His face

“You know I’m sincere.”, he whispered, he brushed your legs with his palm. You wanted to give up to his heat, to his touch, “I am sorry.”, he paused, letting you process every word, “I had no choice but to leave and I regret that I had to do so. I should have prepared you better and it’s my whole responsibility as your alpha”, his thumb brushed your overheated skin, you looked at him as your hand met the back of his, he smirked, “I should have protected you better.”

You tilted your head, it was more than you ever hoped for, the words enveloping you in a loving embrace.

“I’ll not beg you, I’ll not cry, I know what you want from me and I’ll give it to you if you let me.”

You broke when the last sentence left his mouth. You leaned in, arms around his shoulders to meet his broad figure. You rested in his arms as he held you close, hands gently brushing your back, your head lost in his neck as you cried, all the pain left in your body rolling down your cheeks. He met your embrace, a hand placed on your head, lowering to your neck. Tender words escaped his lips as your tears washed away your last sorrow.

Daemon stood up, carefully lifting you up by the knees, just like he did the first time. You still sensed it as your body met the mattress, the heat, the need; but now it felt so peaceful, so loving. Your breaths were irregular yet calm. Everything that needed to happen would eventually, and you knew this time you would let yourself be interrupted. You rested against the cushions as Daemon moved an arm under your head, holding you as your mouths finally met, one hand cupping your wet cheeks. Daemon traced the outline of your lips with the tip of his tongue, smiling into the kiss. You happily let him in, your tongues meeting, moaning against him. The taste was even better than the scent. Leaving your cheek, his hand moved to your chin, finger lowering to your neck where it rested a few seconds, squeezing it lightly. Your lips still hadn’t parted away, teeth clicking as you felt his hot palm brush your arm, digits playfully pulling at your dress. Those weren’t teasing touches, they were sincere and tender.

Once separated, you whined at the loss, breathing each other’s air, your lips brushing one another. Daemon moved his arm from under your head, resting above you as he steadied himself on his hand, his hips against yours, spreading your legs open. You watched him as he studied your body, you felt bare under his gaze, his eyes filled with newfound hunger. You observed him, the scars showing on his neck, his broad figure, his weight digging you in the mattress, the way his chest moved above you, his blonde locks falling over his face and shoulders. Not even the Gods could have sculpted such a beautiful creature.

“I love you.”

You spoke the word with confidence, you knew them to be true.

“I love you too.”

Your hands reached behind his neck, pulling him into a hot kiss as he met your enthusiasm.

“Let’s do it properly this time”, he murmured against your lips, noses brushing, “Right, love?”

***

“Show me”, you whispered against his lips, your hands shaking around him, your core wet, burning from the need of feeling whole, from the lust and desire to satiate your alpha.

Daemon smirked at the invitation, more than happy to oblige. It wasn’t really your first time. Pleasure wasn’t unknown to you both, especially him. He had gone down on you more than once, and so you had returned the favor. But with the heat, this all felt different. The need was eating you both alive. You wanted to helplessly rub against him, the friction of your bodies relieving any kind of hunger you had. Daemon’s hot palms on your ankles sent a shiver down your spine, he had moved further on the bed, legs spread open by his grasp. You looked down as he teasingly, slowly pulled your dress up, his digits brushing your skin painfully. You wanted his mouth to meet with your body with such fervor you were ready to grab his face and force him to, but all strength had left your body. You only laid there submissively, at the mercy of Daemon’s hands.

“Don’t you dare”, you laughed as he raised his eyes to meet yours, vile smirk on his lips.

“I can make it good but I can make it funny too.”, he mewled, body leaning in closer to your center dripping wet from the teasing through your small clothes. His hands met your thighs and you gasped loudly.

“F-focus on the good part!”

Daemon licked his lips as his fingers reached for your inner thighs. You felt like you were going to explode, you tried to work the best you could to undo your top but your digits were shaking in anticipation, unable to focus on the simple task. You felt his fingernails dig in the skin, scratching the clothes hiding your virtue. Lifting your legs up, moving his hips against yours, he laid closer, his weight above yours, pressing you on the mattress as he met your lips again. This time with renewed lust, sinful noises escaping you both, you whined when he rubbed his leathered erection between your legs. The clothes couldn’t hide how hard he was and you could already feel him whole. It only had your mouth watering at the thought of having it inside you, tearing you apart with all the strength you wished him to use.

Your hand reached between your bodies, palming his shaft as he met your touch, groaning into the kiss. His hands worked your top faster than you did, undoing it and pushing the fabric down, exposing your breast to the hot air, bouncing with your irregular breath and jumping at any of his touches. Daemon stood up again, hungrily pushing the clothes down to your waist, his thumb resting on your lower belly as he leaned in again, mouth feasting on the burning and sweaty skin of your chest. Your hands moved to grab a fistful of his hair, pushing him down further on your body.

“Patience…”, he cooed.

“I-I don’t have that”, you breathed, smiling through the heat, “R-right now.”

Daemon laughed at the comment, pressing kisses on your lower belly as you raised your legs the best you could, your dress slipping off your body alongside your small clothes, leaving you finally naked. You sighed in relief at the sensation, you had felt trapped inside the fabric all day. Being bare felt so good, you only wished to rip Daemon’s clothes apart so you could feel his sensitive skin against yours. But for now, the man was focused on something else. His hands moved to your thighs again, wetting his lips

“Have to get you ready.”, he rasped, “Don’t think that tight cunt can take a dragon cock yet.”

You breathed heavily at the comment, the sole idea of his imposing cock had your mouth water, your hips moving up, and shivers sent down your whole body.

“D-do it then.”, you whispered, finger inside your mouth, playing with the saliva on your tongue, a sinful view he could almost come for.

“As my lady commands”, he purred, biting the skin of your inner thigh as you cried his name, hips moving up hoping to meet his mouth.

“How should I do that…”, he murmured against your dripping folds, his low voice echoing against your sensitive skin. He raised his eyes to meet yours again, half closed as you hungrily sucked on your finger. You understood he awaited an answer as he didn’t move.

“With your m-mouth”, you begged, pausing a second, “And your f-fingers.”

He tilted his head, so, so close to your core you wanted to scream to him to eat you out already, the rough skin of his cheek meeting your inner thigh.

“P-please”, you whined, knowing he liked to hear you beg for it.

“Good girl”, he grunted.

You couldn’t quite tell if you cried, moaned or screamed when his lips finally met your cunt. Maybe a mix of all three, maybe none as you muffled yourself. You were too dizzy to tell, his licks hungry and harsh against your throbbing core. Two fingers parted your lips as his tongue lapped at your core, noises wet from your juices against his rough jaw. He moved his mouth up, flicking his tongue around your clit. You gasped at the sensation, lower belly burning from the inside as you let your hips meet the rhythm of his fingers and tongue. Kiss it harshly he let his mouth move down again, digits playing with your entrance as he let his tongue delve in first. You screamed this time, you were so close if he put a single finger inside you, you would come undone around it. Daemon could sense it as he moved backward, catching his breath and observing the messy masterpiece you were. One finger brushed your folds and you nearly passed out when Daemon pushed it in, slowly, painfully.

“M-more”, you whined, any words coming out of your mouth now almost against your will. You wanted every filthy thought to stay inside your mind but you couldn’t keep them locked in as they came out of you with no restrain, “Deeper!” You knew Daemon would love to hear them.

Your walls tightened around him, he moved slowly at first, meeting your hips in a joyful and obscene rhythm. When it got settled inside you, Daemon added another, you whined, throwing your head back against the pillows.

“I know you can take them”, he husked against your cunt, mouth resuming its assault on your oversensitive core, accompanying the harsh pace of his fingers.

His fingers scissored inside, hitting all these spots that had you seeing stars. The heat was unbearable, the ceiling was a beautiful night full of stars and you couldn’t tell what was real anymore, screaming your husband's name as waves of pleasure crashed onto you, stomach flipping when you came around his fingers and mouth. He rode you to your orgasm, almost to coma as his digits wouldn’t stop their aggressive dance inside you. You tried to catch your breath, moaning and crying at the same time.

“I love when you moan my name”, he kissed both your thighs, fingers sliding out of you, “Want to hear you scream it for me.”

Your breast bounced slightly as you finally caught your breath, nipples and skin sensitive as it burned under Daemon’s insatiable stare. His fingers met your mouth, tasting yourself on them as he lowered his head so his tongue could circle your nipples, playing with the soft skin of your breast.

“Bite m-me”, you mumbled, unsure why you asked, you simply wanted to be marked forever.

“If you insist”, he laughed, air hot against your body.

He lowered his head, teeth nibbling at the soft skin of your breast.

“Mark will be for later love”, he whispered, leaving your nipples, moving up again to rest his head against your neck. Your scent was so strong here he almost lost any restrain he thought he didn’t have anymore, “Can’t believe I’m finally going to sink into this sweet cunt, pound it until you come crawling to my feet, begging for it each minutes of your next heat, belly swelling with-”

“O-oh my god shut up and fuck me already!”

Daemon raised his head, face mixed with laughter and confusion. Your impatience certainly aroused and amused him.

“Oh well…”, he commented, lips curling in a teasing smile, “I was just planning what I would do to you…”

“G-get inside!”, you whined, legs around his waist, pulling him closer, the leather grazing your wet and sensitive core.

“Oh because my Lady knows how it’s… done now?”, he laughed, “Where did your innocence go.”, he raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips as he undid his top in haste, throwing the fabric somewhere on the floor.

“Took your cock enough in my mouth to know it’s supposed to go in holes.”

Daemon's mouth parted open and closed immediately. Instead a silent laugh was stuck in his throat, definitely amused by your filthy words.

“So my sweet girl knows what it does to take her Alpha’s cock during heat, hm?”, he teased, towering you, his dark eyes scanning your body, already imagining himself buried so deep inside your cunt would take the form of his cock, and his only.

Your eyes wandered in the room as you heard him undoing his pants, sliding out of them with ease. You knew… some things. You had heard things, from how big and pleasurable an Alpha’s cock was supposed to be, from how you were made to take it as an Omega.

“If my baby girl doesn’t know, I might just show her.”

You observed him, finally naked under your hungry gaze, his length in hand, fierce and angry. His fingers at the base, slowly stroking it. Instinctively you parted your legs open, you had left his waist so he could undress, but now you were more than ready for him, naturally wet enough so he could get seated in easily. A hand came to rest on your elevated knee while the other left his erection to push your other knee down on the bed, giving him a perfect sight and angle.

“Ready when you are”, he grunted, head of his cock lustfully brushing your dripping folds.

You nodded frantically, gasping at the friction. You were burning, melting, your body had just been tossed in a fire pit at the sight of his shaft and the only thing you had in mind was to take it like you were told to be. Your mouth watered, you wanted more, more and more. You wanted him, all of him.

“I want you inside me”, you finally spoke.

“Don’t worry”, he grunted against your ear as you felt the head pressing in, “I’ll take all of you.”

Your lips parted away perfectly for him. Like you were told, you were meant for your Alpha’s cock. And he did not lie, he was here, and so he did take all of you. Breath left your lungs as he pushed in, you felt every inch, it was never ending. When his hips met yours, his balls gently brushing your skin, you let out a loud gasp. For a few seconds you both didn’t move, savoring the very moment you had awaited for so long. So this was the feeling you craved for so much time, the one he told you so much about. All the nights whispered the filthiest things in your ears for you to finally have him buried so deep, for him to be so huge inside you wondered how he even got in at first.

“Fuck”, he groaned, “Tight, fucking tight just like I told you you would be, right love?”

You couldn’t speak, you just nodded, whining against his scars as you pressed your leg on his waist. When he moved backward slightly, you felt every veins, his size stretching you open again. He groaned and you whined, crying for your Alpha. He buried his hand in your scent, moving his cock in and out in a steady and controlled pace at first, delighted. It wasn’t painful, it felt just right. His rhythm grew erratic and harsh as his hips pounded against yours, his shaft hitting deeper and deeper at each motions.

Your lips met his in a wet kiss, saliva mixed with sweat. His hands found yours, fingers intertwined against the bed as he fucked your rough but lovingly, noises of skin against skin echoing in the room, filling your ears until you could only hear it and nothing else.

“I love you”.

The words felt right too, between a slow motion backward and a harsh push following, both your fingernails digging in each other’s hands. You fucked both your hips against one another at a hungry, unstoppable pace. You felt him grow larger and larger inside, cock pulsing, throbbing against your tight walls, clenching around his length.

“I’ll n-never”, he panted, breathing heavily with each thrust, getting closer to climax and feeling his knot grow bigger inside, “Ever leave you.”

You whined, cried his name, his status, any words that fitted his ego. He felt delicious inside, you felt delirious outside. Your skin burned against his, stinging at every place, your core dripping around his shaft, welcoming him again and again each time he pounded in. Your second orgasm approached fast as he worked you to it relentlessly. Shivers coursed through your entire body as it threatened to give up under his weight.

“D-daemon!”, you yelled, legs crossed around his waist, pressing him harder against you, hoping he would still hit deeper with each time he slammed in. You cried out as you reached your climax, body melting under his touch like his hands were everywhere on you at once. Your legs shook around him, his pace growing irregular.

His breaths were erratic, words leaving his mouths, sounds that made no sense to you as your eyes closed, feeding yourself off his groans and his cock growing so much you thought it could never leave your aching cunt. He pushed a few more times, hitting these sweet spots inside, knot buried so deep to places you both thought weren’t attainable. Head buried in your neck, his teeth met your soft skin as he dug in, marking you until it drew blood. You whined at the sensation, overwhelming your already sensitive body. Daemon groaned, mouth leaving your neck, vision fading to black when with one last thrust he spilled deep in you, your walls clenching around him, hot seed settled inside as you milked every last drop from him.

The atmosphere was heavy, loud breaths cradling you both as you stayed here, melted against one another, embraced forever.

“Oh”, you whispered, your breath taken away, “I-It feels…”

He laughed, kissing your cheeks gently, resting inside you, keeping the seed buried deep down, his knot still pulsing.

“Huge.”, you finished. You feared that any motions would tear you apart as you welcomed him in your arms.

“You’ll have to be a bit patient, sweet girl”, he cooed against your temple, “Keep your husband warm, would you?”

You nodded, lips meeting his in a tired but loving kiss. You rested a few minutes there, until you felt him move slightly, his cock not as huge as before.

“Daemon?”, you seeked out happily, his eyes closed as he breathed peacefully.

“I am going to be carrying your children?”, you tilted your head innocently, meeting his lilac eyes.

“Oh Gods”, he whispered, fake worry on his face, “I fear you might.”

You laughed as you pushed his shoulders away, his face brushing your own, a teasing kiss on your flushed cheeks. You breathed each other’s air for a few minutes, until he safely moved out of you. You whined at the loss, but still happily hummed as he planted a kiss on your temple.

“You did great”, he reassured, hand meeting your head, brushing it gently.

“I think you did too.”

He smirked, straightening up on the bed.

“Think?”, he frowned his eyebrow, “I did amazing.”, he pouted.

You laughed loudly, arms raised toward him as an invitation. He smiled as he pushed the sheets resting under you, covering your overwhelmed body with the soft fabric as he laid next to you again. Daemon opened his arms, you came to rest on his chest, his breaths rocking you to sleep, his lips meeting your forehead, an arm around your shoulders to shield you from the outside cold of the room.

“Let’s do that again, no interruption. Never again”, he whispered against your skin as you let yourself be taken by exhaustion into a delightful and dreamful night into your loving husband’s arms.

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What about alpha!rhaenyra x omega!reader x alpha!daemon, where reader is Rhaenyra’s soft shy younger sister? Maybe Viserys hasn’t given them approval to marry her, so they sneak her out of the red keep and secretly wed in a traditional valyrian ceremony on Dragonstone? They would IMMEDIATELY begin breeding reader so nobody can take her away from them

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"𝐍𝐎, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 marry her!" Viserys exclaimed. Rhaenyra's jaw clenched but Daemon scoffed beside her. "And why not?" She yelled back. Daemon sneered at the King, his lips twitching. "She is still young." Viserys offered weakly to which Daemon rolled his eyes. "You tried to marry Rhaenyra off before her ten and seventh namesday, Y/n is certainly old enough!" Viserys seethed at him and stood with a finger raised threateningly. "Y/n is also a second child, a second daughter no less and until we are in need of allies she is of no concern. She may whom she chooses when I deem her old enough." "My sister is not one to be used! There is no better safety than to have her between two alpha Targaryens! We are stronger than any other." Rhaenyra shouted. The castle bellowed with anger as though taking a life-force of its own, to whom it agreed with would be commented among scattering servants. "If you plan to wed her to some highborn cunt, test us but he will not leave with our bride." "You cannot possibly believe me to allow a wedding between all three of you, I forbid it!"

"Then try!" Rhaenyra snapped back vehemently. She turned with her long hair whipping as harsh as a sentence while Daemon took a powerful stance of his own as he too left his brother to wallow. Viserys clenched his jaw and rubbed his hand over his face in frustration. "Escort them and under no circumstances are they to leave you sight besides their chambers." He commanded, causing guards to start tripping over themselves to abide their King. For the first time in years he was not the quiet man they had grown accustomed to and it was enough to repel any desire to be around the more unruly Targaryens. Rhaenyra and Daemon were the first alpha born children in the Targaryen line since Maegor the Cruel and his parents Aegon and Visenya, the origins of their Iron claim...and though there had been before them, there was no telling what would be possible if both longed to steal his omega child even rarer than they. Leaving the Keep was easy, the hard part was convincing their sweet bride to abide by them. Loyalty was not something easily lost but Rhaenyra had prepared for this since the both of you were young, it was not often that women could marry with or without their status. However Viserys had always been very cautious with you, keeping you sheltered inside due to the young lure of an omega. It was far too easy for someone to steal you away with your kind nature if he let you out unless he ensured you were encircled with guards at all times but that was not a prime solution. Rhaenyra was sure you had never seen the outside even when mother was alive. She thought of this as she and Daemon murmured to each other as they sped down the hall and with a final glance they nodded and left their respective chambers. They were going to take you by law or by force and Viserys had made his choice. It was time to play their move.

Rhaenyra stepped into her chambers with a plan. She and Daemon would use the passageways and–oh. When she turned her head there you were sitting patiently on her bed with a book in had and your hair cascading behind you like a fairy-tale beauty. When you saw her, a radiant beaming smile forced the light of all stars to crash your eyes willingly just for it to meet your sister. Her heart stopped for a moment but when you stood she knew that nothing was going to keep her from expressing her love for you. She cared for Daemon, hell she even cared for Criston, but neither affections ever nearly reached her care for you. She didn't stop her feet when they moved toward you, a giddying glee enveloping her as you stepped toward her. She wanted you to feel her adoration as she took a leap and pulled your alluring face toward her own and joined your lips in an earth-shattering embracive kiss. Her tongue moved against your mouth like it belonged there. She wanted it to belong there. When the kiss became too suffocating she pulled away to breathe and found her fingers having entwined in your hair. Your eyes were blown out in beautiful circles of confusion and joy and she revelled in it. "Avy jorrāelan, hāedar." She declared as your own hands rested against her. (I love you, sister/younger sister) You melted into her arms. "Majigho tosh nyke." (Come with me) Her hand tugged you further into the room until she had you pressed to a cold stone wall. She worked hard to push back her bed and open the passageway for your curious eyes. She took a hold of your hand again and pulled you in.

"What is this?" You asked with wonder as you scaled the building with your eyes. She chuckled before kissing your cheeks. "The start of everything, my love." She replied, hearing Daemon's oncoming footsteps. When he reached them there, both were in a giggling excitement but that wasn't the cause of his surprise. "Kepus!" You announced at the sight of him and turned into a beautiful flush of pink. (Uncle) A desire to possess you rang in his ears and it showed in his sly grin. He greeted you both with a nod of the head before pulling a bag from behind his back. He tossed it to the floor as you wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging him to your height. His eager arms lingered on your waist only to release one in favour of his fingers playing with a strand of your hair. He chuckled mischievously. "What's this?" He asked, referring to a small cut hidden beneath the curtain of white. You pulled away bashfully though his other hand stayed trapping you in his embrace. Rhaenyra watched with increasing excitement. She glanced at the bag and rifled through it. You batted your eyelashes at him as you recounted the events which caused your short strand. "I, well..." You trailed. Rhaenyra ever the more confident answered for you. "She was riding on Syrax with me and we hit a branch." She answered teasingly. Daemon hummed and held in his amusement at your embarrassed flush. He stroked a thumb over it affectionately before leaning in to kiss it gently. Your eyes closed as an innocent gasp left you. "Then it will heal." He noted. "It would be a shame to scar such a pretty riña." Daemon delighted in the sweet tilt to your mouth. (girl) "Indeed." Rhaenyra purred, rising from the bag so that she could thrust a pile of fabric into your arms.

You looked down and frowned at it. Daemon had to stop himself from asking to help. "Clothing." He answered your non-question. You looked up into his violet eyes. "We're taking you for the adventure of your life, darling." At the words, Rhaenyra sent you an assuring grin and nod of encouragement. To their persuasion, you followed Rhaenyra's lead, both of you pulling a beige shirt over your head after Rhaenyra unlaced your dress and let it fall to the floor. She sucked in a sharp breath while Daemon let his eyes wander your form. You acted too quickly for him to let them stray from task for too long as he pushed the hidden passage back in place but he appreciated the brief glimpse. When dressed, Rhaenyra's comforting hand cupped your cheek and drew you into another kiss. A short panic shot through you when you broke from her and saw Daemon watching but she quickly pulled you back to face her. "He knows." She spoke. "We love you together, my sweet hāedar." Daemon approached with cautious calculated steps and drew your bodies both into him, a hand on each cheek. "It is not something to fear, dōna jorrāelan, it is to be celebrated and we know just how." He pressed his warm lips to your forehead and laid a kiss there.

The dragonpit was silent as Daemon paid off guards to allow entry but it didn't quell your nerves, your hands were occupied with each Rhaenyra and Daemon as they guided you onto your dragon and they mounted their own. They shared a glance. The start of forever awaited them as they rose in the air. They kept you and your dragon between them as if guarding you, Daemon behind to keep watch of the city below in case their presence came known and Rhaenyra guiding you forward. As the warm air blew in your face you remained unaware of their intentions. The wind whispered promises of devotion and the sun shone on them like it was made for this day and when you finally landed, Rhaenyra almost didn't want to glide to the floor. She rushed at the chance to help you down however and grinned wickedly back at Daemon. Dragonstone? You wondered though anticipation rattled your bones. Daemon came to sweep you under his arm as you came closer to the castle where their Septon stood waiting. You hesitated at the unfamiliar sight but Rhaenyra and Daemon's smiling faces urged you forward. They swept past the Septon as though not there at all, instead leading you inside. The stairs were winding as they took you up and into a large lavish chamber where a perfect gold and red garment entranced you, it seemed to pair with the headpiece beside it. Daemon leant into your ear. "Soon." He whispered before leaving. Rhaenyra kissed you before you could question further and left you in the room.

Seeing them again but this time in their own garb felt like a warm pressure clutching you in a tight embrace. Their own prideful expressions furthered your trust in them, reminding you of their love. "Do you know why we're here, my love?" Rhaenyra asked quietly and held your hands together. You shook your head and pulled a lip between your teeth. She smiled. "We want to marry you." Your eyes widened and snapped to see Daemon's smirking face immediately. "We need you to be ours." He continued. "We need to claim you, would you like that?" Breath clogged your lungs with a strong push keeping your surprise down. Rhaenyra's fingers glided up your arm. "You only need to say yes." She told you quietly and nuzzled her nose in your hair, breathing in your scent. She wholeheartedly believed that you were made for her. "Will you?" The fluffy feeling she projected into your heart kept you from disagreeing. And so a gentle, "Yes", fell from your lips like a plea. You felt her wide grin against your neck as she lay a series of kisses along it. Daemon's form surprised you when his fingers rolled around your waist so that his teeth could mould onto your jaw and suck a sweet mark just below. He soothed it with kisses of his own and when they both pulled away from you, you felt cold and needy. However there wasn't time for that. Viserys could realise you were missing any second now as they guided you once more toward the Septon. The Septon officiated your promises of love and protection. The sharp sting along the line of your lip felt dull as they soothed you with amorous eyes and warm hands. Your thumb became stained with the blood of the dragon and you didn't mind because it reminded you of your love. "Mēre ñelly, mēre prūmia, mēre soul, sir se forever."  When you all joined to pledge your love with a kiss, their lips brought your own into a security you had never known before but also a freedom. A new world for them to experiment.

*You knew what would happen when you inevitably reached your chambers, the burn in you grasping you in a chokehold. Rhaenyra's soft hands against Daemon's hard touch made you feel euphoric as they slipped you and each other from your traditional garments. A low groan ripped from Daemon's chest, leading his hands to hold your breasts and squeezing while Rhaenyra wrapped her hands onto your waist and sucked marks as dark as his eyes into your skin. After years of pleading, she finally had you. You were the only thing she had ever believed was destined to be hers and now you were her own to mark and praise as she saw fit. "So good for us." She murmured, her wet lips trailing you. Daemon moaned at the sight. "Our good omega, aren't you?" The prince asked and you had a feeling it wasn't rhetorical as his iron grip held you. Rhaenyra raised her eyes to look at your blissful face. He pulled away from you then to watch as you nodded. "So perfect." Rhaenyra breathed, her hands sliding onto your breasts from behind and rolling them like a massage. Daemon kissed your jaw and followed the line of your body until he reached the valley of your breasts, kissing Rhaenyra's hands before further trailing down. 

When he reached your lower belly, his hands swept under your rear and hoisted you against Rhaenyra's body so you were between them. He wrapped your legs around his hips. Rhaenyra relinquished her hands although your whimper made her desire to take you back into her again but she stepped back and swallowed. She sat herself waiting on the large bed. "Gaomagon jaelā naejot sagon īlvon, dōna riña?" He whispered to you as he walked you toward it too. (Do you want to be ours, sweet girl?) He dropped you down onto the plush mattress. Your head lay back between Rhaenyra's thighs, her fingers carding through your hair soothingly. "Say it." She whispered into your ear. Daemon started kissing down your stomach. 

"Jaelan sytilībagon aōhon." You answered. (I want to be yours) And it was with that statement that they knew they had you right where they needed you. Daemon didn't hesitate to press a sloppy kiss against your bud, his tongue circling around it like nothing you had ever felt before. Rhaenyra's hands moved to interlace with your own as you thrashed your head back into her. His tongue guided along you like his vows. "Sȳz riña." He murmured, vibrating his mouth against you. (Good girl) A shuddering jolt passed through your body, curling your toes and fingers. Rhaenyra almost moaned just watching you fall apart atop her. His tongue lolled into the depths of you and flicked back forth, experienced. "Skorkydoso gaomagon ao pendagon ao sylutegon?" Rhaenyra asked, throat tightening at the thought of having you herself. (How do you think you taste?) She took in your flushed cheeks and droopy eyelids, you were perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect. "Dōna..." She whispered. "iā heksīr averilla?" She pulled her hands from yours so that she could suddenly rake her nails over your pointing nipples and groaned. (Sweet...or like wine?" Daemon chuckled as your hips snapped up to his mouth, her teeth briefly leaping along your sensitive bud. You squealed at the sharpness of his canines but just as you were about to release another moan, Daemon's head pulled back and let you hips fall back onto the bedding.

A heave escaped your lips even when you looked down at his waiting violet eyes. Your disappointed and confused furrow of your brow treated him like a winner and he couldn't hold back his evil grin. You almost whined for him but then he was hoisting your legs over his shoulders and leaning forward to join your faces. Your legs burned as he stretched them up close to your collarbones and your neck felt cold when Rhaenyra's body moved from behind it. Daemon was smirking at you. One of Rhaenyra's hands stayed on your nipple, flicking you nipple back and forth like a toy but the rest of her sat beside your limp body. Daemon stroked your face firmly and delighted in the whimpers he caused. "We're going to breed you, sweetling." Rhaenyra told you in her beautiful lilting voice, it almost made the words sound less vulgar. She pressed wet kisses down your neck. "You're ours now and some people don't want you to be." "Will you teach them with us, dōna riña?" Daemon's face was so close to yours but he refused to give into your desires so soon. He urged Rhaenyra with a knowing look to start pressing a slow ring on your clit. Then she slipped it inside, stealing your gasps with a suction-like kiss. "Yes." You replied when she released you with a soft squelch. Daemon growled as if he was being possessed by Caraxes and sucked a harsh mark into your neck.

"Our good girl." He breathed. "Are you ready for my cock?" His tone was domineering and his words vulgar but all you could think about was how good it would feel when his thick appendage finally broke through you. He chuckled wickedly at your dazed glassy eyes and guided his length to your waiting, swollen entrance. Rhaenyra's finger sped up though she withdrew the one that had been slinking inside of you, leaving a gooey trail up your stomach as she slithered it up to your mouth. She tapped your lips and when she dipped it in and lay it at your tongue, a lewd mewl escaped you. Daemon exchanged a proud nod with your sister and felt his breath stutter as he began sliding himself into you. Your red sopping mound nearly scurried away from him but he held your hips tightly in place and Rhaenyra murmured sweet praise into your ear.

"You don't want to be taken away from us do you?" She asked quietly while Daemon halted halfway-through to allow at least some adjustment. Rhaenyra tilted her head at you and let the upturn of her lips glide into a smirk. You shook your head and gasped as her lips pressed against yours. "Then let us have you...all of you." A light trail of blood seeped into the bedding when your uncle broke through the only barrier keeping him from you but none of you seemed to care as he thrust forward and sunk into your wet heat. "Taking me so well." Daemon commented as easily as complimenting your dress but a moan released from buried within his chest as your tight hole engulfed all of him. "Our good girl, we're going to fill you until you burst." His hips snapped against you in a pleasing join of sweat-slick flesh. You had the heat of the dragon within you and it didn't let itself go unnoticed. Rhaenyra's leg swung around your middle when your soft moans and jolting body continued, forcing Daemon to lower your legs. Tears began to release but she kissed at them until you couldn't tell what was from your eyes or the wetness of her tongue. She slid her mouth to capture you, her tongue probing your own.

"I want you to show me what Daemon taught you." The crinkle of your brow went ignored until her thighs locked on either side of your head and her cunt dropped onto your lips. Your inexperienced tongue licked at her curiously and a warm pride filled your chest when she moaned. Your mind went dizzying as your body took full control, you almost felt like an intruding ghost as the heat of your bodies swept over you. You felt as her nub grew larger and larger, sighing in satisfaction as your eyes closed. Daemon's pace maintained a hard brutal pace, abusing your hole until a tingling heightened in your stomach. You cried out as an unknown feeling ebbed away at you. "That's it." He coaxed, almost yelling. "Cum for me, my pretty wives." Rhaenyra let a hoarse scream erupt as you whimpered and thrashed below her, a wave of pleasure finally crashing and a new taste dripping onto your tongue. You lapped at it like a greedy dog but they loved it, Rhaenyra's fingers wrapping in your Targaryen strands and gripping like a vice. The come down felt a newfound clarity. His skin didn't stop slapping against yours until a surge of his seed flowed into you. As it began to drip out of you, he used a singular finger to curl it back into you, thrusting as it did so. Rhaenyra eventually slipped from you but when her fingers released your hair, they played with it in a relaxed threading. "Perfect." She breathed before sliding off the bed much to your disagreement. They both chuckled at you with affectioned smiles. "I hope you don't think we're done, dōna ābrazȳrys." Daemon pulled out of your heat and quickly began to rub his manhood again as Rhaenyra took his place. She was already rubbing your pelvises against one another. "We won't stop until we know you swell with our babe." "You're insides are going to stain white by the time we're through with you."

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[captain039]

Silent dragon

Alpha Daemon x Targaryen!reader

Warnings: ABO, HOTD things, uncle/niece incest, age gap, swearing, smut, tension, explicit things, reader can’t have kids, SPOILERS, I live for soft Daemon

Not actually his niece or Targaryen.

Your dragon will be sister to Syrax except she will be black than gold. Named Banti which means night. The Black Banti

This will mean High Valyrian.

You kept your peace with most of your family, but still to scared to turn your back or sleep with both eyes closed. You and your sister thought were always close, practically inseparable when you were both young. To watch her grow was what you’ve always been most proud of, to be named heir to the iron throne, her sons come into the world, to grow as a woman and take on her duty. She was your role model, always, you looked up to her when you were young, despite her being distant in her mid years. You’ve never been one to step out of your sisters shadow, happy to stay by her side when she needs it and do your own thing when she didn’t require support. Though with the dagger in your stomach seemed that shadow was gone and all eyes were on you.

You’re unsure what moved you but you were quicker than Alicent and stopped her from harming the future Queen. You struggled to keep your breathing in check as she stared in horror and backed away. You were thankful your father was gone.

“Sister!” Rhaenyra yelled coming to your side quickly. You held the knife hilt watching Alicent run out of the room along with her father and followers. You struggled with words as your uncle stood in front of you, hand over yours that held the dagger. You mumbled no’s when he went to tug it out. He hushed you gently his scent reaching your nose as he rested his forehead on yours. He pulled the dagger out and you cried leaning against his shoulder. Daemon pressed your hand over the wound to help slow the bleeding before walking with you to the maesters.

“Oh dear” the maester said getting you to lie down quickly. You had tears in your eyes, you’ve never been hurt this bad you were civil and kept quiet.

“The wounds not too deep, no internal damage. I think” he muttered the last part as he began stitching. You cried into your arm, biting down on the flesh as you heard footsteps. Rhaenyra held your hand while Daemon paced.

“Daemon stop” your sister snapped gripping your hand.

“Just try and breathe ok?” She whispered to you and you shook your head.

“Come on eyes open” she added making you look at her.

When it was done you had gone silent and stared at the wall. You were sitting in a lounge chair a blanket over you while your sister went to her children. Daemon had disappeared also somewhere, probably to follow Rhaenyra. Your heart clenched, ever since you presented your sudden ‘need’ to be by your uncle was ever present. You didn’t know much about your rank since your mother died before you presented, your father avoided the subject and Rhaenyra kept quiet. Your first heat was a nightmare, you cursed and yelled at the poor servants and maesters trying to help, you threw cups and silverware at them too if you remember correctly. Your sister though was intent on your uncle, they always had a bond hidden. He disappeared though, took Laena as wife and had two children, now her death brought you all back together. Footsteps brought you from your thoughts, but it didn’t stop you from looking at the wall and not moving.

“Are you well?” Daemon asked in the old tongue.

“I was stabbed Daemon” you spat quietly and he chuckled standing by your chair. A gentle hand stroked your hair and you felt yourself relax.

“What are you doing?” You mumbled finally turning to look at him.

“You were stabbed” he smiled hand resting on the back rest of the chair. You huffed at him turning to look at the fire instead.

“I didn’t think she’d do it” you muttered in honesty.

“Anger can make us do anything” he said sitting down on the chair across from you. You hummed resting a hand gently over where the wound was.

“Help me to bed?” You asked and he nodded standing. He helped you up and helped you to your bed. You winced and lied down cursing softly. You were exhausted from the day, exhausted even more from screaming.

“Comfortable?” Daemon chuckled when you sighed loudly.

“Piss off” you said and he smiled. You closed your eyes wanting to let out the sudden emotions that hit you.

“What’s the matter?” Daemon asked as you opened your eyes again.

“Nothing, I’m tired” you smiled briefly.

“Your scent went sour you can’t lie to me” he pointed out.

“It doesn’t matter!” You snapped unintentionally, quickly looking away. You rolled over awkwardly, grabbing a pillow to hug as you turned your back to him. You heard shuffling and clanking making you frowned and glance to him. He tugged off his armour off before sitting on your bed and untying his shoes.

“Daemon?” you questioned but got no answer as he turned and laid down. You blinked, confused at his actions.

“Daemon, if someone saw you-“ you muttered as he laid on his side to face you.

“Can’t I comfort my niece?” He asked and you rolled your eyes.

“No you can’t, get out” you said huffing. He didn’t budge though, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Seven hells” you grumbled deciding to ignore him. You got comfortable carefully and closed your eyes. You could him staring at you though and you sighed opening your eyes again.

“Must you stare?” You whispered and he smiled tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“I always wondered why your hair wasn’t white” he said and you sighed, another reason to be different from the family.

“Because the mother hates me” you said.

“I doubt the gods hate you” he smirked.

“My mother dyed it” you joked rolling your eyes.

“Must we make conversation? I need sleep” you sighed.

“Then sleep” he shrugged and shook your head. You sighed looking away from his eyes to the bed.

You ended up kicking off the blankets as you got sleepier, groaning in process when you moved to roughly.

“Stupid blankets” you mumbled forgetting Daemon was there till his hand rested against the wound. You jolted a little more awake and looked to him. His brow was furrowed as he stared at your lower stomach where his hand was.

“Daemon it happened. You couldn’t have done anything, I was the one who moved in front of Rhaenyra” you said half awake. His hand was warm and you closed your eyes again. You frowned though when he shuffled, you assumed he was going to leave till you opened your eyes and saw him inches away. You frowned a bit lying more on your back carefully.

“Daemon” you muttered his eyes roaming over your face intently. You heard footsteps and pushed him away quickly hoping they weren’t going to come in. Daemon chuckled and you put a hand over his mouth till the footsteps left. You sighed in relief, wincing slightly from tensing your whole body. You went to lift your hand but it was caught by the alpha. You frowned as he kissed your palm and along each fingertip before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. You were frozen and flushed as he looked to you, eyes dark. You wanted to say something, tell him to get out, anything! Your voice didn’t work as he resumed the position he was in before you pushed him.

“You have a lot of strength” he whispered and you rolled your eyes. He was toying with you wasn’t he? Some silly game, nobody, nobody ever wanted you, nobody desired you, the non Targaryen.

“Stop” you muttered taking your hand from his, tears in your eyes. You looked away from him trying to keep your tears at bay.

“What’s the matter?” He asked voice surprisingly soft.

“You know!” You snapped.

“I don’t” he sighed lying on his side again. He went to cover his hand on yours but you moved it away again. You sensed his frustration and assumed he would leave, but he didn’t. You felt a tear roll down your face and rolled so your back was facing him. You held a hand over your wound trying not to make a sound as you cried and winced. You closed your eyes, keeping your sobs silent as Daemon shifted and left.

Next part ->

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[kckt88]

Drowning Inside You III

Summary:

Aemond and Valaera want to bask in their shared happiness, but others seek to cause trouble for the couple. Luckily Aemond has a solution.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Warning(s): Mini Time Skip, Inner thoughts, Language, Kissing, Smut, P in V, Breeding Kink, Lactation Kink, Knotting, Mild Angst, Possessive Behaviour, Child Birth.

Word Count: 4817

Author Note: An Alpha/Omega Story.

P.S - Some Scenes/Dialogue from Dynasty has been reused.

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

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Aemond didn’t know how much longer he could stand listening to the pained wails of his Omega, as he paced back and forth outside their closed chamber door.

I should be with her. I should be by her side. But they won’t let me.

Valaera’s labours had begun just after midday and Aemond was soon ushered out of their chambers, as a flurry of maesters and midwives surrounded his Omega.

“A-Aemond,” cried Valaera.

The Alpha inside him was roaring in anguish at his mates pain.

Aemond had been ordered to remain outside as the midwives claimed the birthing room was no place for a man, let alone an Alpha.

But the need to protect and sooth his Omega was overwhelming Aemond’s senses.

“Aemond” begged Valaera.

I-I need to be with her. To hold her hand.

“ALPHA. PLEASE I NEED YOU” screamed Valaera.

That’s it. She needs me. I can’t stand this anymore.

Aemond took a deep breath and barged into his chambers.

“My prince. You should not be here. It is not proper” urged Maester Orwyle.

“I don’t give a shit what’s proper. My Omega needs me. I’m staying” snapped Aemond.

“B-But my Prince”

“Do not attempt to remove me again Maester, or I swear to the seven I will throw you out of that fucking window and I won't be opening it first” shouted Aemond.

“P-Please. Aemond. I need you” sobbed Valaera.

“I’m here ābrazȳrys” exclaimed Aemond as he knelt down beside the bed and took Valaera’s hand (Wife).

“It hurts so much Valzȳrys” (Husband).

“I know. But you can do this. I know you can” said Aemond, doing his best to reassure his Omega.

“No, I can’t” wailed Valaera, grimacing in pain as a contraction ripped across her stomach.

“Yes, you can Issa prūmia. Squeeze my hand as much as you want” (My heart).

Maester Orwyle instructed Valaera to take a deep breath and push.

“That’s it. Issa dōna, keep going” encouraged Aemond (My sweet).

Aemond had no idea how much time had passed since Valaera was instructed to push, even as the labour tired her, she kept going. Her red face covered in sweat and tears.

“That’s it Prince Valaera. I can see the babes head”.

“You can do it Laera. That’s it. Keep pushing” urged Aemond, grimacing slightly as Valaera squeezed his hand tight.

“Keep going Princess. Your doing so well-“

“The head’s out. Now just wait until the next contraction and push”

Even though she was exhausted, Valaera took a deep breath and gave one last push. Then an ear-piercing cry shattered the silence of the room. 

Aemond’s heart swooped at the sound, his lips parting in amazement as he watched Maester Orwyle, cut the umbilical cord and quickly wrapped the babe in clean cloth.

Valaera whimpered next to him, her eyes shining with relieved tears. 

The babe was a boy.

Their son was passed to Valaera who held the babe against her bare chest. Her eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Aemond. Look, our son” gasped Valaera.

“He’s perfect” whispered Aemond in awe. His heart bursting with love at the sight of his newly born son in the arms of his Omega.

“He looks like you” said Valaera happily.

My son might look like me, but he has Valaera’s dark hair. I wonder what colour his eyes are.

However, Valaera starting whimpering in pain again.

“W-What’s happening?” asked Aemond in alarm as his son was placed in his arms.

“It-it seems as though there’s another babe my Prince” replied Maester Orwyle.

“Idañnykeā zaldrīzoti” yelled Aemond (Twin dragons).

Aemond couldn’t believe it. His sweet Omega had delivered twin pups.

“A girl” declared Valaera proudly as she gently rocked their daughter in her arms.

“I’m so proud of you” replied Aemond as he sat on the bed next to Valaera.

I’m a father. I have two children. They are perfect. My son. My daughter.

“Congratulations my Princes. What are their names?” asked Maester Orwyle.

“Our son shall be named Vhalarr and our daughter-“

“Vaella” exclaimed Valaera happily.

“A-Are you sure?”  

“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. Our children Vhalarr and Vaella Targaryen”

“I hear one of the pups has brown hair”.

“Yes, my son has brown hair, it’s no big deal” muttered Aemond as he placed his training sword back on the rack.

“Are you sure about that?” asked Criston.

“What exactly are you trying to get at Cole?”

“I’m just commenting on the colour of your son’s hair my Prince” replied Criston shrugging.

“Sounds like you’re trying to insinuate that not only has my mate been unfaithful, but she has also shamed me by birthing bastards” snapped Aemond.

“Your mate could just be following the example that has been set for her by her own mother”.

He dares to insult my mate. My sweet Omega. The mother of my children.

Aemond took and deep breath and then seized Criston by the collar.

“You will never insult my mate like that again. She has done nothing to earn your suspicion or your ire. Those children are mine. Do you understand?” snarled Aemond.

“M-My Prince, I was-“

“DO YOU FUCKING UNDRSTAND COLE” balled Aemond.

“Yes, my Prince. I apologise” muttered Criston as he struggled against Aemond’s vice like grip.

Even though he was a Beta, the stench of an angry Alpha was overwhelming.

“Vhalarr inherited his dark hair from Valaera, but my son looks like me, he has my eyes and as for Vaella she has my silver hair and her mother’s brown eyes. My children are the best of me and Valaera” shouted Aemond.

“I’m sorry. Please my Prince. Forgive me” begged Criston.

“My children are twins, same mother, same father. You accept one you accept the other”.

“A-Apologise My Prince” stuttered Criston.

“I no longer wish for you to train me; you will resume your duties as my mother’s protector, and you will stay out of my sight” ordered Aemond as he viciously shoved Criston away from him.

“As you wish my Prince” muttered Criston as he rushed away.

The fucking audacity. I should have ripped the tongue from his traitorous cunt mouth.

“He won’t be the last to accuse Valaera of birthing bastards”.

“How long have you been standing there?” asked Aemond.

“Long enough” muttered Daemon.

“Hm”

“When your betrothal to Valaera was announced, Rhaenyra was against it,” said Daemon.

“As was my own mother” replied Aemond.

“My darling wife wrongly assumed that you would harm her daughter, make her pay for taking your eye all those years ago on Driftmark”.

“I have no intention of harming Valaera” exclaimed Aemond.

“I was fully aware of your intentions towards my stepdaughter. No matter how much you tried to deny yourself. I know exactly what you wanted with her” mused Daemon.

“…And what did I want with Valaera?” asked Aemond.

“The same thing I wanted with Rhaenyra. It is a Targaryen’s nature to seek out their own. Something your mother and grandsire could never quite understand” muttered Daemon as he slowly approached Aemond, like a predator stalking its prey.

“Mother and grandsire…”

“Are not Targaryen’s and even though your blood is diluted with that of the Hightower. It still burns for Valaera. The fire within us is all consuming” said Daemon resting his hand upon Dark Sister.

“Wanting Valaera is all I know”.

“Even though she took your eye” mused Daemon cocking his head to the side.

“I thought I hated her for what she took from me. But now I understand that what I feel for Valaera isn’t hate”.

No. I don’t hate my sweet mate. I love her.

“You are a dragon that has found his treasure” said Daemon smirking.

“In more ways than I know” mumbled Aemond.

“So, nephew. How about we see your skill with the blade?” challenged Daemon as he withdrew Dark Sister from its sheath.

“I thought you’d never ask” retorted Aemond as he took a long sword from the rack.

Eagerly accepting his older Alpha uncles challenge.

I’ve always wondered how I would fair against the Rogue Prince.

“Let us begin” roared Daemon as he charged forward, and a clash of steel echoed around the training yard.

“How are you feeling?” asked Rhaenyra.

“Happy. Tired and very sore” muttered Valaera.

“It will pass sweet girl” replied Rhaenyra as she gently rocked her grandson in her arms.

“I know it will” whispered Valaera as she held Vaella against her bare chest.

“How’s my brother taken to being a father?”

“Very well. He’s very involved in caring for the twins” replied Valaera.

Since the twins had been born, Aemond took to fatherhood like a dragon took to the sky. He was gentle, loving, supportive and eager to be involved in everything.

He would help to bathe his pups, he would read to them as they slept against his bare chest, he would also wake in the night when they needed feeding. Granted as an Alpha he couldn’t produce milk, but he would gently rock one pup whilst Valaera fed the other and then they would switch.

“I hear that Alicent came to see the children?”

“Y-Yes she came yesterday” muttered Valaera.

Aemond was so proud when he introduced his mother to the twins. She was happy to receive Vaella, but when she saw the brown hair that graced Vhalarr’s head she curled her lip in disgust and turned away from him.

As much as Aemond loved his mother, he did not take her open dismissal of his son well and Valaera had to thank both the seven and the gods of old Valyria that Aemond was indeed Alicent’s favourite son because no one else would have gotten away with what he said to her.

Eventually Alicent apologised and even asked to hold Vhalarr. But Aemond who was still furious, promptly denied her request and demanded that she leave their chambers at once.

“I heard that Aemond threw her out of your chambers” whispered Rhaenyra, a small smile gracing her lips.

“Not literally, but yes, he demanded that she leave and not return until she accepted that children could inherit any of their parents physical attributes and hair colour does not necessarily mean what she thinks it does,” said Valaera.

“Oh, my sweet girl this is all my doing”.

“Mother?” muttered Valaera as she cautiously looked around the room.

“We did try, me and Laenor but I couldn’t get pregnant”.

“It’s ok mother truly. I understand” replied Valaera softly.

“My actions have cast a dark cloud over my children and I’m truly sorry for the insults you and your brother have to suffer”.

Valaera was grateful for her mother’s apology, but it was not required. As she got older, she understood that she had been placed in an awkward position, given her Alpha ‘fathers’ taste for others of the same designation. But it was also her duty as heir to the Iron Throne to produce heirs and secure her own succession. Mayhaps in hindsight her mother should have chosen someone with similar features to Laenor, but in the end she was grateful for Ser Harwin. She remembered the commander of the city watch and how he would gaze upon her mother when he thought no one was watching. She knew that Ser Harwin’s death hurt her mother, and it was cruel that she could not openly mourn the man she cared so deeply for.

“I love you mother, never doubt that” urged Valaera as she reached forward and took Rhaenyra’s hand.

“I love you too my sweet girl” replied Rhaenyra, her eyes shining with unshed tears as she stroked Vhalarr’s cheek.

“Besides, I have an Alpha to defend my honour now and he is perhaps the most ferocious Alpha in all of the realm” exclaimed Valaera.

“Hm, I think Daemon would argue against that,” laughed Rhaenyra.

“I’m sure he would” giggled Valaera as he rubbed Vaella’s back soothingly.

“You want to what?” asked Valaera stunned.

“Move to Driftmark. You are the future Lady of the Tides and I think it’s time we established our household there” replied Aemond.

“Are you sure?”

“It makes sense doesn’t it. I mean Vhalarr would benefit from being raised on Driftmark, considering he will inherit the Driftwood throne after you” said Aemond.

“Something is bothering you” mused Valaera.

“I’m fine. I just think it makes sense. Were married and you’ve had our pups. There’s no reason for us to continue staying in the Red Keep” shrugged Aemond.

“My brothers and Aegon is here. Not to mention our mothers”

“Driftmark is only a short trip on dragon back. We’re not going a million miles away. I just feel like we should look to the future” retorted Aemond, his scent souring at the mention of his mother.

“Does this have anything to do with what your mother and Ser Crispy-Criston said?”

Yes. Yes, it does.

“I don’t want to talk about that” snarled Aemond.

I don’t want my children subjected to idle castle gossip and looks of scorn. I don’t want my mate to be upset by falsehoods.

“Apologise Alpha” muttered Valaera as she lowered her head submissively.

“N-No Valaera. Don’t do that” exclaimed Aemond.

“I can’t help it. For the last two weeks, all I can scent is your anger. It unsettles and hurts me to know that something has bothered you, but you won’t tell me what it is” sniffed Valaera.

“I don’t want to burden you Issa prūmia” exclaimed Aemond (My heart).

“So, you would rather I suffer your anger instead?”

“I-I don’t want to upset you Issa dōna omega” sighed Aemond (My sweet omega).

“Y-You don’t believe them, do you?”

“Believe what? ābrazȳrys” asked Aemond, his heart pounding (Wife).

“That Vhalarr and Vaella aren’t your children and that I’ve had relations with another Alpha behind your back and I’m trying to dishonour with my bastards” replied Valaera her eyes shining with tears.

“No, Valaera. I do not believe any of that. I know our pups are mine. You need only look at them to see the truth of it” replied Aemond.

“B-But your mother, she was ok with Vaella but then she saw Vhalarr’s hair and-“ cried Valaera.

“Our children are twins. They have the same father. I mean seriously what is the issue? So, our son has brown hair, big deal. I hope our next pup has brown hair too” retorted Aemond.

“O-Our next pup?” gasped Valaera.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind having more pups with you” admitted Aemond shuffling his feet.

“Having them or making them? Because that is two very different things valzȳrys” (Husband).

“One leads to the other my sweet and I want all the pups you are willing to grant me. I’m sorry for my anger. I just don’t want you to get upset by what people are saying, especially when it’s not true” replied Aemond.

“We both know the truth and so does anyone who looks upon our children. Vhalarr is the very image of you and Vaella has your scowl for sure”.

“I do not scowl” huffed Aemond.

“Yes, you do. You’re doing it now,” laughed Valaera.

“I love you with all of my heart Laera. Never forget that” urged Aemond as he took hold of Valaera and kissed her.

“A-Aemond. I had a check-up with the Maester today and he’s declared that I am sufficiently healed from birthing our pups” muttered Valaera as she began undoing the buckles on Aemond’s leather jerkin.

“Are you sure?” asked Aemond.

Oh, please my sweet Omega. I need you. It’s been so long since I had you.

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

The Alpha in Aemond roared in delight at his Omega’s haste.

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

Valaera squealed playfully as she bounced on the mattress.

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

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

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

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

“So, you want to play" purred Aemond, before running his tongue along his Omega’s scent gland.

He felt Valaera shiver beneath him and smirked.

I want her panting, writhing and screaming my name.

Aemond descended on Valaera’s swollen lips, kissing her, while his hands roamed her naked body.

His fingers gently stroking his Omega’s milk swollen breasts.

Aemond released Valaera’s mouth and bent down to lick her nipples, he couldn’t contain his excitement as he went back and forth between Valaera’s wonderful tits that nourished their pups.

She tastes just like he thought she would. Delicious.

Valaera was arching and trying to rub herself against Aemond which he didn't allow.

Playing with her tits not only made Aemond very happy but was driving Valaera totally crazy.

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

“Such a pretty cock sleeve" breathed Aemond as he ran the flat of his tongue up Valaera’s soaked slit, from bottom to the top, tasting her.

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

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

YES! It feels so good. Don’t stop. Alpha. Please.

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

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

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

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

Valaera was giving off a slew of swear words, moans, and pleas. Aemond’s fingers were soaking wet as they continued to pump in and out of her tight heat.

I can’t wait to get my cock inside her. I don’t want to wait any longer.

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

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

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

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

"Fuck, you feel so good" rasped Aemond.

He could stay here forever.

"Fuck me, Aemond" urged Valaera, her tone bordering on desperate as she thrust her hips upward to her Alpha’s.

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

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

"Faster, Aemond" begged Valaera.

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

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

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

“Fuck, Valaera" grunted Aemond, speeding up slightly.

"Fuck me, Aemond" whispered Valaera "Fuck me with that big, cock of yours. You feel so good inside me, filling me up. Give me what I need, Aemond. Make me scream, make me come. Give me your knot”.

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

Valaera wanted faster and he was going much faster now; so much for having the control in the situation. His pace had increased with every filthy word that dropped from his Omega’s luscious lips.

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

Valaera was meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Aemond! I'm going to come. Oh, fuck!" screamed Valaera; not caring if anyone could hear them.

Valaera always looked amazing when she peaked. Her head thrown back in pleasure, her brown eyes alive with lust, and her skin shining with sweat.

Valaera clamped down around Aemond’s cock so hard he couldn't move. That, combined with how glorious Valaera looked, pushed Aemond over the edge, his knot thick at the base of his cock.

“God. Valaera” groaned Aemond as he thrust his knot into Valaera and exploded.

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

Aemond was getting a headache listening to his mother’s hysterical shrieking.

Of course, Alicent did not take too kindly to the news that her favourite son was going to be leaving the Red Keep and moving permanently to Driftmark.

“Why do you have to go?”

“Because Valaera is my mate, and I am the future consort Lord. It is my duty” replied Aemond.

“No Aemond. I don’t want you to go”.

“Apologise mother but I wasn’t asking for your permission” said Aemond firmly.

“I am the Queen. I command you to remain in the Red Keep” exclaimed Alicent.

“I’ve already spoke to the King. He’s in agreement” muttered Aemond.

“Of course he is, anything to give that-“

“Careful your grace. Whilst indeed you are my mother, I will not suffer any insults towards my Omega” warned Aemond.

“She’s stealing you away from me” whined Alicent.

“You cannot steal something that goes willingly. Mother, please see reason. You knew that I would have to leave the Red Keep one day. I’m an Alpha I have to be with my Omega”.

“I’m losing my son and my grandchildren all at the same time” sniffed Alicent.

Pfft. She hasn’t even dared to cast more than a glance in Vhalarr’s direction since he’s been born.

“Vhalarr is Valaera’s heir. He needs to be raised on Driftmark. It’s for the best” replied Aemond, the Alpha inside him was growing tired of his mother’s attempts to sway him into staying in Kings Landing.

My mind is made up. This is for the best. I need to take my Omega and our pups away from those who would seek to cause trouble.

“Aemond-“

“Mother, enough. It is done. I’ll be leaving with Valaera and our pups on the morrow. Lord Corlys is expecting us” snapped Aemond.

“Must I lose another child to that place” whimpered Alicent.

“You haven’t lost anyone mother, stop being so dramatic. It was Helaena’s choice to be with her Alpha, just like it’s my choice to be with Valaera” muttered Aemond as he turned away from her and left the room.

My sweet sister did the right thing in leaving this god forsaken place. Now I must do the same.

Alicent had no choice but to admit defeat, she knew how stubborn and strong willed Aemond was and once his mind was set on something, it would not be changed.

Just like his insistence on marrying that bastard. No matter how much she raged and tried to sway her son, he would not be turned away from Rhaenyra’s Omega daughter.

Aemond was utterly besotted by that girl. Even after she took his eye.

It took many moons for her favourite son to recover from his injury. He would often spend hours abed crying in pain.

He suffered through multiple surgical procedures. Alicent could still remember his screams as the Maester sliced through his skin to remove his damaged eyelids. It took four guards to hold down her son until he’d passed out from the pain.

Sometimes Alicent would curse Viserys for protecting that bastard girl over his own true born son.

After Aemond had healed, he dedicated himself to his studies, working hard to learning history and philosophy. His proficiency in his mother tongue quickly surpassed that of his brother. He even took to training with the sword with such enthusiasm that he quickly became one of the best swordsmen in the realm.

Defeating countless opponents, her son would often be surrounded by eager young maidens all vying for his attention. But Aemond wasn’t interested.

He was consumed with thoughts of Valaera. Sometimes he would descend into epic fits of rage at the mere mention of her name.

But as time passed, Valaera had grown beautiful. Just like her mother and once her son caught the scent of the newly presented Omega, his rage had transformed into something else.

Something far more dangerous. Desire.

The Alpha inside Aemond had chosen the Omega inside Valaera and he would have her, no matter the cost.

Aegon had been mated to Jacaerys and despite some initial problems, the pair seemed to get on quite well.

Viserys of course was more than happy to grant Aemond’s request for the Omega’s hand.

Rhaenyra had seemed resistant to the match at first, but then begrudgingly submitted to her father’s demand. Daemon strangely enough seemed rather happy with the prospect of Aemond marrying Valaera.

It was only her loyal protector Ser Criston that was as equally appalled by such a match, and now even he had been spurned by Aemond in favour of his Omega.

Nothing could be done to turn Aemond away. Perhaps it was time to just accept it. As voicing her dislike of the Omega would only serve to push Aemond further away.

“Your absolutely sure there is nothing I can do to cheer you up” mused Valaera.

“Valaera my sweet, there is nothing you can do to improve my mood”.

“Are you certain?” teased Valaera smirking.

Before Aemond could say anything, Valaera sank down to hers knees and was undoing the laces of his breeches.

Is she going to do what I think she is?

Aemond’s breeches were quickly pulled down, and Valaera freed his Alpha’s cock from the confines of his small clothes.

Aemond stared down at his naughty little Omega, his mouth hanging open as Valaera lightly ran her fingers over him.

Oh, you tease. My sweet Valaera. My Love.

Next thing he knew, Valaera’s warm, wet mouth was wrapped around the head of his cock.

Valaera’s tongue ran around the tip - tracing the ridges and licking off that drops of pre-cum that had started to leak out.

"Fuck, Valaera!" groaned Aemond as he threaded his fingers through his Omega’s dark curls.

Valaera ran the flat of her tongue along his Alpha’s length, tracing the veins.

Aemond’s knees almost buckled when he sucked his stones into her mouth, one at a time.

When Valaera engulfed Aemond’s cock in her mouth, he squeezed his eyes shut.

Valaera was driving him crazy.

I want to watch. I need to see.

Aemond forced himself to open his eyes, he had to watch his precious Omega sucking his cock.

Aemond knew it would push him too far to control, but he did not care. He just had to watch his cock disappear into Valaera’s mouth and see it come back out, shining with her spit.

“I'm not going to last" Aemond admitted, though it pained him to do so.

He had to come. His knot was pulsing. It felt so good.

Valaera responded to his statement by relaxing the back of her throat, and swallowing him all the way down, her hand cupping his stones.

"Shit Valaera! I'm going to come. Oh, fuck, I'm coming!" shouted Aemond as he exploded.

His sweet Omega took every last drop, swallowing his seed and licked him clean.

When he recovered, Aemond saw Valaera’s self-satisfied smile.

“How’s your mood now?” asked Valaera.

“Vastly improved” exclaimed Aemond as he helped his Omega to her feet and reached down to quickly pull up his small clothes and breeches.

“Don’t worry Alpha, you can please me later. Until then I’ll stay nice and wet for you” exclaimed Valaera as she left the stunned Alpha standing in the middle of their chambers.

H-How am I supposed to function now she’s said that? That teasing little-

Aemond shook his head and then chased after Valaera.

No. I don’t want to wait. I want to have her now.

“Not so fast Issa dōna” roared Aemond as he caught up to his giggling Omega and slammed her against the wall. (My sweet).

“A-Aemond” squeaked Valaera in mild surprise.

“Did you really think, you could just say something like that to me and get away with it?”

Oh, she was in for it now.

“No. I’m going to drag you back to our chambers and have you”.

Yes. Alpha. Take me. I don’t want to wait.

“Or I might just have you right here” whispered Aemond as he pulled Valaera into an alcove and turned her around.

“W-What?” gasped Valaera.

“Place your hands on the wall my love and bend over” muttered Aemond.

“Anyone could see us”.

“Best be quite then ābrazȳrys” exclaimed Aemond (Wife).

This is what I get for teasing him. I should feel ashamed. I should stop this. But I don’t want too. Oh, how I love you, Alpha. Do it. Please fuck me.

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joff is still in high school when he gets pregnant👀 daeron is almost finishing university but he's stupid enough to have sex with his nephew without protection

smut(?) angst and feels :) they don't have an established relationship and joff is scared... happy ending please 🥺❤️

I am thinking way more drama than I put down🤣

It all started in a normal autumn afternoon, just when the green leaves of summer started to turn red. The air was crisp, not too humid like the steaming summer, nor too dry like the freezing winter. Joffrey took a deep inhale and closed his eyes as a gentle breeze caressed his cheeks. He loved to go outside, bathing in the sun and being surrounded by nature always making him smile. Today was no exception. Joffrey insisted on going outside for a walk despite Rhaenyra’s worried face. He was struck down by a nasty fever, and had to spend the past week in bed. He had to go out, or he would lose his mind. So, Joffrey put on his warmest jacket and stepped out of the house for the first time in a week, ignoring the lingering cramp in his stomach.

This fever was strange. Joffrey didn't have a running nose or sore throat. The symptoms didn't feel like a normal cold. He had severe stomach cramps and a constant blunt pain in his lower back. He couldn't eat or even sit up, for the nausea and vertigo would make him vomit his guts out. The first three days were hell, but from the fourth day, Joffrey began to feel better. On day six, he finally managed to keep down a full meal.

Joffrey promised his mother that he would just take a light walk around the park he had frequented since childhood. It was a short walk from his house to the park, the fresh scent of leaves and the gentle autumn breeze lifted his mood significantly. By the time Joffrey reached the park, he felt a lot like his normal self again.

There weren’t many people in the park on a Wednesday afternoon, but Joffrey noticed the group of teenagers playing football on the small field.

“Hey, Ben!” Joffrey shouted, waving his hands at a teenager boy with a shaved head.

The boy didn't stop to greet Joffrey. Instead, he kept carrying the ball forward, passing it back and forth with his teammates, until he scored a beautiful goal from the outer angle. The boy said something to his playmates before running towards Joffrey, who was leaning against a light post.

“Nice goal.” Joffrey smiled and bumped fists with the boy, “You are getting good at forward position, Ben. Not as good as me, though.”

“Fuck off, Joffrey.” Benjicot Blackwood rolled his eyes at his friend, “I haven't seen you for a while. Everything all right?”

“Sick.” Joffrey replied, “I had to stay in bed for a week.”

Benjicot made a face. If anyone could understand Joffrey’s frustration of being confined to his bed, it would be Ben.

“Yeah,” Joffrey shrugged, “I am about to rot if I don't get out of bed today.”

Despite being a year younger, Ben was Joffrey’s best friend. They went to the same school, joined the same football team, and come to each other’s birthday party, etc. They were considered inseparable, even after they presented as different genders. Ben was an alpha and Joffrey an omega, but it didn't hinder their friendship at all. Ben was the first person whom Joffrey told about his omega status, and Ben didn't treat him any different after hearing the news. He never treated Joffrey like some fragile doll, which Joffrey was very grateful for.

“You still look pale.” Benjicot observed, “Maybe you should take it easy sometimes, Joff. You are pushing yourself too hard.”

“Please, not you too.” Joffrey waved his hand exaggeratedly, “I am fine! Ready to kick your ass actually. Do you want to try?”

“No, thanks.” Benjicot rolled his eyes and bumped Joffrey’s shoulder with his own, “I am not competing with a sick person.”

Benjicot’s gesture was playfully at most, but somehow, Joffrey felt himself lose balance by Ben’s push, his knees buckled, and before he realized what had happened, he was already lying on the ground with his arms across his stomach.

“Fuck!” Ben’s panicked voice came from above, “Are you okay, Joff? Are you hurt anywhere? God, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to push you.”

Joffrey knew his friend would never mean to hurt him, and to be fair, Benjicot hardly even used any force, but Joffrey was still sent to the ground like a sack of potatoes. How come he had become so weak?

“Here, hold on to me.” Ben wrapped his arm around Joffrey’s torso and tried to lift the brunette up, “You didn't bump your head or anything, do you?”

“No,” Joffrey managed, “I am fine, I think.”

Although Joffrey was sure he didn't bump his head, he still felt like hell. His world seemed to be have turned upside down, as if he was riding a rollercoaster, a very thrilling one at that. His vision was blurred and he felt like vomiting. He could smell Ben’s alpha scent, fresh watery plants, mixed with sweat and the unique earthiness of the football field. It was a familiar scent. In fact, Joffrey liked Ben’s alpha scent, but now, the freshness only made him sicker.

“Are you sure? You are pale as sheet, Joffrey. Let me take you back, okay?”

Joffrey opened his mouth to say yes, but all that came out was stomach acid and bitter bile. Joffrey barely had time to push Benjicot away before bending down to vomit. He gagged and coughed so hard that by the time his stomach finally settled, Joffrey was crawling on the ground, shaking, dark curls soaked with cold sweat.

Unsurprisingly, Joffrey was rushed to the hospital. It seemed that he almost gave Benjicot a heart attack. When Joffrey regained consciousness, he found himself lying on the hospital bed, the white ceiling so bright that it hurt his eyes.

“Joff? Thank the Seven you are awake.” Rhaenyra was by his side in an instant, “How are you feeling? Is anything hurting, my dear?”

Now, Joffrey was not a weakling, nor was he a spoiled boy. Though he was still in high school, Joffrey always considered himself a grownup. Grownups didn't run to their mother wherever they were in pain, right? That was why Joffrey had stopped complaining about pain or discomfort since his 15th birthday. However, his resolve was failing right now.

“Everything hurts.” Joffrey hissed, a rare show of weakness.

“I am so sorry, baby.” Rhaenyra brushed some wet curls from Joffrey’s face before kissing the boy on the forehead, “Let me call the doctor. They should be able to give you something for the pain.”

Rhaenyra released her soothing pheromones in an attempt to comfort her son. Her effort did work, but only to a small extent. Normally, her pheromone was enough to release any pain or discomfort of her pups, but Joffrey’s situation was unique. The omega boy could only benefit from one particular pheromone right now, which certainly didn’t please Rhaenyra.

“No, please, mother,” Joffrey tried to grab his mother’s sleeve, “don’t go. I don't want to be alone.”

This was another rare behavior for Joffrey. Rhaenyra’s third son was known for his toughness, having been promoted to the captain of his football team in the boy league despite his omega status, but even Joffrey could not hold maintain his toughness anymore.

“Joff, dear, I need to ask you something.” Rhaenyra sat back on the edge of the bed and gently smoothed Joffrey’s hair, “Can you promise to be honest with me?”

Joffrey was confused. Why wouldn't he be honest? He had never purposely deceived his mother, not with bad intention anyway. The biggest lie he had told probably was when he told his mother that an alien ate Jace’s birthday cake while in fact it was Joffrey who had eaten the whole thing. To be fair, he had only been five back then.

“Okay.” Joffrey nodded even so slightly in order not to cause anymore nausea.

“Do you know why you have been sick lately?” Rhaenyra asked, “The cramps, nausea, fatigue. Do you know what caused these symptoms?”

“The flu?” Joffrey tried, “Maybe a stomach bacteria or something.”

Rhaenyra stared at him for a moment, as if judging if Joffrey was telling the truth. She sighed after seeing the confusion in her son’s dark eyes.

“Unfortunately, it’s not the reason of your sickness, my dear.” Rhaenyra paused, “The doctors did some test on you and they found out that…”

“Found out what?” Joffrey urged as panic began to rise, “Am I dying? Is that some sort of fatal disease?”

“No, it is not.” Rhaenyra swallowed before continuing, “The doctors find out that you are pregnant, Joffrey.”

Did he hear wrong? He was what? Pregnant? As in, with child? Was there a child growing inside him?

“You know I don't forbid you or your brothers to develop a romantic relationship, right?” Rhaenyra said with a small smile, “I am not a hypocrite like that. But Joff, you are still in high school. You are too young to take this responsibility. Is there anything you want to tell me?”

The initial shock had mostly disappeared by now, replaced by an enormous amount of shame. Joffrey knew what his mother was actually asking. She wanted to know who the baby father was, but how could Joffrey tell her? How could Joffrey tell his mother that he had been messing around with his youngest uncle?

The room was warm despite the snowstorm raging outside. The heater was working at its max capacity, making the room so warm that a thick layer of fog had formed on the window. Joffrey sat at the window, drawing meaningless patterns with his index finger. He wasn’t really paying attention, but somehow, the patterns he drew were all hearts, in various sizes and shapes.

Joffrey blushed after realizing what he had just done. He began to wipe the patterns off but a large hand stopped him.

“What are you doing?” A deep but soft voice whispered in Joffrey’s ear, as a strong arm wrapped around the boy’s torso, a warm scent of incense and spice enveloping him.

“Nothing.” Joffrey said, trying to sound calm, but his pink ear tip betrayed him.

The alpha chuckled. He began to scribble down something on the window, long, elegant finger danced on the cold glass, adding something to Joffrey’s mindless drawings.

Two names, on each side of the heart. Daeron and Joffrey, connected by a poorly drawn heart pattern. Daeron loved Joffrey.

“There. It looks a lot better, doesn’t it?” Daeron said, resting his chin on Joffrey’s shoulder.

If Joffrey had been blushing earlier, he was now burning. He was so embarrassed, but so happy at the cheesy act that he couldn't help but giggle.

“Come, tea is ready.” Daeron planted a small kiss on Joffrey’s neck, “I’ve made your favorite hot chocolate.”

“Are you courting me?” Joffrey asked, letting himself be led to the small coffee table in front of the couch, where there were all kinds of his favorite snacks.

Daeron didn't answer. He never answered when Joffrey brought up questions like that. They had done all the things that boyfriends would do to each other, kissing, cuddling, sex, and even went on dates, but Daeron never put a name to their relationship. No matter how tender and loving Daeron was to Joffrey in private, when they met at family events, he was only Uncle Daeron, nothing more and nothing less.

As a teenager boy, despite acting like he didn't care about relationships, all Joffrey wanted was to brag about his ‘boyfriend’. Daeron was a senior in King’s Landing College, studying law and international politics. He was the very image of a posh alpha, tall, strong, polite and very handsome. Above all, he was so good to Joffrey, both in and out of bed.

“Have you done your homework?” Daeron asked as he let Joffrey sit between his legs, enveloping the boy with all his limbs.

“You sound like my father.” Joffrey complained, throwing a handful of chocolate-covered almonds into his mouth.

“I remember someone specifically told me to remind him of his homework, because he would get into great trouble if he didn't finish them.” Daeron said with a chuckle, tickling Joffrey on the boy’s sensitive waist, drawing a string of giggle from the little omega.

Joffrey tried to get out of Daeron’s lap, but the alpha wouldn't let him. Instead, Daeron slipped his cold hand into the hem of Joffrey’s sweatshirt, flattening his palm on the boy’s soft belly and squeezing teasingly.

“Okay, okay! I surrender! Stop doing that!” Joffrey giggled, out of breath, his already rosy cheek now red like ripe tomatoes.

Daeron swept Joffrey into his arms and pressed their body together, his alpha scent mixing with Joffrey’s sweet omega one, their breaths soon mingled together as well. Daeron kissed Joffrey on the lips, his tongue entering the boy’s mouth without hesitation, sweeping through Joffrey’s gums and teeth, drinking the boy’s surprised moan all down. The heated kiss soon turned into heated making out, and finally Joffrey found himself lying on the soft carpet, shirtless, with Daeron on top of him. Daeron was nibbling on his breast while playing with his already wet pussy, tugging Joffrey’s fat lips and pressing hard on the omega’s clit.

Joffrey’s hip bucked uncontrollably, his legs shaking as sweet moans escaped his lips. Daeron was the one who taught Joffrey the pleasure of the flesh, so he knew Joffrey’s body like the back of his hand, knowing where to lick, to press, to pinch, to kiss, that could send Joffrey over the edge.

“Please,” Joffrey said with teary eyes, rubbing his crotch against Daeron’s clothed bulge, “I need you, uncle.”

Daeron’s eyes darkened, his alpha scent taking a possessive turn. A drop of his sweat dripped from his silver curls to Joffrey’s lips, which the omega eagerly licked off. That was Daeron’s last straw. He always felt guilty to mess around with his teenager nephew, but he couldn't help himself. Joffrey was like a poisoned flower, so sweet yet so addicting that made Daeron fall into the boy’s charm easily. Daeron was so possessed by lust that he forgot to put on protection. They fucked on the soft carpet, snacks completely forgotten on the small table. That was the first time Daeron came inside Joffrey, filling the boy to the brim that Joffrey’s entrance couldn't close for an hour.

They continued their relationship, fucking without protection too many times to count. Daeron insisted on not putting a name to the things they shared, because naming would make it real.

Do you not want to make it real? Joffrey always wanted to ask, but he never did.

Joffrey told his mother the truth, of course, but he purposely omitted some details. For example, he only said that he had been fucking Uncle Daeron, but didn't elaborate on how long he had been doing so. He promised that he was not coerced, but Rhaenyra didn't seem to buy it.

“I need you to inform Alicent.” Rhaenyra said, “I need to have a chat with my half-brother. Even if he didn't force you into anything, he should know better than doing it without protection.”

She had a point, but Joffrey was scared to let Daeron know the news. He had never pictured himself having kids, and definitely not in this young age. By some miracle, despite malnutrition, the embryo survived, holding onto Joffrey’s womb with such force that it was definitely Joffrey’s blood.

“Mother, I-” Joffrey said, but he didn't know how to continue, “I am so sorry.”

“You are a fool, Joffrey.” Rhaenyra sighed, “But you don't need to apologize. I just hope you could have respected your body more.”

“I wasn’t just messing around.” Joffrey replied, suddenly feeling defensive, “I won’t sleep with anyone, mother. I am better than that.”

“But you slept with your uncle. Is Daeron special to you, my dear?” Rhaenyra asked gently, “Is he treating well? Is he a good alpha for you?”

“I don’t know.” Joffrey lowered his eyes, “He said he liked me, but he seemed reluctant to make us official. I like him, mother. He’s kind and gentle to me, but…”

Joffrey couldn’t continue as the lump in his throat was so hard to swallow. His vision was blurred with tears, but he stubbornly refused to let the tears down. To be honest, he was scared. He didn’t know how to deal with this. What if Daeron didn’t want the child? Did Joffrey have to drop out of school? How could he raise a child on his own? Too many uncertainties messed up Joffrey’s already fragile mind even more, sending him into a panic attack.

“Shhh, it’s okay, my boy.” Rhaenyra cradled Joffrey’s head in her arms, “It’s okay. Breathe slowly. That’s it. You are doing great, Joffrey.”

“Do I have to give up school and football, mother?” Joffrey asked in a whisper after his breath returned to normal, “I can’t play while pregnant, can I?”

“No, it is better you don’t, but it doesn’t mean you have to give up on anything.” Rhaenyra assured, “I will support you no matter what. If you decide to keep the child, you can take some time off and finish school afterwards. It isn’t unheard of, okay? If you don’t want the child, well, there is always the option of abortion.”

Abortion. Joffrey hadn’t really given any thought on that. He was still young. He still had so much to learn and experience, and a child would definitely disrupt his plan. Taking the child out seemed to be a solution of all his problems, but Joffrey hesitated to make the decision. He had a feeling that if he lost this child, his ties to Daeron would all be severed as well.

“I need some time to think.” Joffrey said eventually.

“Of course. Now, have some rest. You must be exhausted.”

Joffrey lay down again and closed his eyes, a drop of tears finally sliding down his cheek.

Joffrey was released from the hospital three days later. He wasn’t hurt anywhere to begin with, so after some IV and pheromone stabilizers, he was back to his normal self again.

Well, almost.

Joffrey had learned to coexist with constant nausea and cramps now. He had trouble keep anything down in the morning, and he was tired all the time. Joffrey searched his symptoms online and found out that pregnant omegas lacking their alphas’ pheromones would often suffer from such discomforts.

His alpha. Was Daeron his alpha? Joffrey had no idea. Daeron never called, and Joffrey wasn’t sure if his mother had told him the news or not.

Joffrey’s finger lingered on his phone screen, tracing Daeron’s name in his contact but didn’t dare to press call. He didn’t want to become Daeron’s burden. Joffrey curled himself into a ball, covered in a warm blanket, trying to wait the cramps away. He missed his uncle’s hugs. He missed being wrapped in Daeron’s strong arms, missed the alpha’s soothing scent, missed his uncle’s tender kisses on his skin. He didn’t want to act like clingy boy, but now he had never craved Daeron’s company more than he did now.

“Daeron.” Joffrey whispered as he dozed off. His sleep was disturbed by constant cramps, and he was jolted awake by the vibration of phone.

“…Hello?” Joffrey picked up without looking at the caller’s name.

“Joff!” A deep yet gentle voice came from the phone, “Open the door, please.”

Door? Joffrey looked up, only to the door bell was ringing all this time. There seemed to be no one in the house. His mother probably left for some errands. Joffrey dragged himself up, still wrapped in the thick blanket and walked to the front door. He wasn’t thinking straight, his head clouded by fatigue and drowsiness, so he didn’t recognize the voice in the phone.

“Joffrey! Thank God you are okay.”

A tall figure practically leaped at him, sweeping Joffrey into a crushing hug. The omega recognized the scent immediately, incense with a hint of spice, warmer than the blanket he kept around his shoulder. The cramps in his lower belly soothed almost immediately as the scent enveloped him.

“Uncle?” Joffrey blinked, “Daeron?”

“Yes.” Daeron cupped Joffrey’s face into his hands and observed the boy, “You look so pale, Joff. Are you sure you are all right?”

“Why are you here?” Joffrey asked, too shocked to think of anything else, “You never visit our house.”

“I got the call from my mother as soon as my flight landed.” Daeron replied, shutting the door with his feet before carrying Joffrey in his arms, “I am sorry I have been out of reach. The phone signal was bad in the mountains.”

Why were you in the mountains? Joffrey wanted to ask, but it wasn’t the time. He buried his face in Daeron’s neck and inhaled the scent he had missed so much.

“I’ve heard the news, Joff.” Daeron said after placing Joffrey down on the couch, “Why didn’t you contact me? I am so scared that you don’t anything to do with me or my child.”

“You didn’t call either.” The words sounded more accusing than Joffrey intended, but he couldn’t care less, “You don’t have to apologize for disappearing without telling me. We are not boyfriends.”

“I hurt you, didn’t I?” Daeron’s lips curled up into a self-mocking smile, “I am so sorry. I am a coward for refusing to admit what we have. I am scared, Joffrey. I have never developed feelings as strong as I have for you. I want to claim you and make you mine, even though you are still a teenager. I want to keep you for myself. It scares me, Joffrey.”

“I thought you didn’t want us to be real.” Joffrey placed his hand on his lower belly, “I thought you would blame me for getting pregnant.”

“I would never!” Daeron rushed to say, “We are both guilty at this, me even more than you. How can I blame you for giving me a pup? Do you know how many times I have dreamed of this moment?”

“Then ask me properly.” Joffrey said, his voice quivering a bit.

“Joffrey Velaryon, can you give me the honor to court you?” Daeron asked, “I can get down on one knee if you want.”

Joffrey had been waiting for this question for so long. If he had known that it would take a child for Daeron to admit his feelings, Joffrey might have done it sooner.

Neither of them knew the chaos and drama Daeron had to go through in order to make Joffrey his, but that was the story for another time.

#house of the dragon #hotd #joffron #my asks #joffrey velaryon #daeron x joffrey #daeron the daring #abo dynamics

[coeursye]

Of fire and blood.

Title: Of fire and blood.

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (1,7k)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Lucerys Velaryon

Genre: Smut & Fluff

Tags : ABO || Pregnant Sex || Wedding Night

Summary: The day of Lucerys and Aemond’s Valyrian wedding finally came, soon they’ll burn together as they were always meant to be.

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Luke stirred in his chambers in King’s Landing energetically, the morning had come quickly and the air outside was humid and heavy.

He was delighted; the day of his and Aemond’s Valyrian ceremony had finally come.

Several moons before, after the war ended, the pair had been wed by a Septon but they wished to be bound in a most intimate way, they wished to be bound in fire and blood, in the old tradition of their ancestors before their babe could join them.

And for this special day, Lucerys had refused the help of any maids for he preferred to be in the sole company and entire care of his mother and sisters.

The bath had been the only part they allowed him to do by himself; they let the omega soak in the sweetest smelling oils and herbs, making his milky own scent even more intense. And when he was done, they massaged his flesh softly with cream until it glowed.

Lucerys beamed as he watched Baela tie carefully his long traditional white robe with edges stained red in the reflection of his mirror.

Once she was done, he caressed his swollen belly and turned around.

"How do I look ? " Luke asked in an excited

"You look radiant, my sweet.” Rhaenyra murmured in a hushed tone, embracing him, her chin on his shoulder.

And it was true, Luke was glowing.

“Now, let your sisters help you with your hair.” His mother added as she caressed the top of his hair.

Rhaena had insisted to be the one to comb his ever wild curls. The task was especially hard to do because ever since he let his hair grow past his shoulders, his hair was always full of knots. As she did so, Baela brought a small jewelry box and took out a delicate pair of ruby earrings and a necklace from its depths. The necklace was adorned with intricate golden engravings and held a small ruby stone on its middle.

"This is for you," Baela said, her voice gentle. "You will look divine with those rubies, they will make your eyes sparkle. "

Lucerys smiled widely as he accepted the jewelry from his sister.

"Thank you," he finally said softly before looking up at her.

As a final touch, Rhaenyra carefully placed the Valyrian helmet which was adorned with red gemstones, on the top of his head. It was the very same one she wore the day Daemon and her exchanged their bloody vows.

She caressed and kissed his cheek "It is time now. "

He cradled his belly and took one last look at himself in his mirror before following Rhaenyra and his sisters, making their way towards the exit of the castle.

Luke walked slowly and gracefully outside of the castle with his mother leading the way and his sisters gripping his arms on each side

as they made their ascension towards the beach, where the ceremony was to took place.

At last, they had arrived at their destination, torches and candles were lighting the way, the sounds of flutes and the beats of the drums were echoing through the air as they stepped onto the beach.

As his gaze moved through the crowd of people that had gathered to attend the rite, he felt a pang of joy blooming in his chest. It didn't have many attendees, only the family members he cherished so much and a handful of maesters.

Once they reached the top of the hill, he finally caught a glance of his Alpha, Luke was awestruck.

Daemon was already at the altar, as he was to be the officiant, and Aemond was next to him, the sunlight shone brightly and kissed his fair skin perfectly.

In its light, Aemond’s hair, which was braided, was gleaming like white gold, the gentle and salty breeze made his loose strands blow softly.

Dressed in the same attire as he was, Aemond was truly the epitome of Targaryen beauty, a real sight to behold. He could not consider himself a pious man, but the Gods were truly benevolent to bless him with such a vision of beauty.

His amethyst eye never wavered from Luke once as he was awaiting for him.

Lucerys took a deep breath before he made his way towards the altar, when he was close enough, Aemond tenderly took his small hands in his own giant ones and quickly kissed his knuckles.

"Gevie" murmured Aemond.

Beautiful.

Luke chuckled and smiled brightly before caressing his cheek "If only you could see yourself "

At this moment, Luke could feel the heat of the fire that would soon bind him to his beloved for all eternity and beyond.

Daemon then declared that it was time for them to recite their vows in High Valyrian to one another.

Luke had the words memorized, having read and recited them numerous times.

As they locked their eyes into each other’s eyes, bloody hands were slitted and tightly entwined.

Hen lantoti ānogar va syndroti vāedroma

Foreheads were mated with blood and lips were cut.

Mēro perzot gīhoti elēdroma iārza sīr

Drinks were shared and vows were exchanged.

Izulī ampā perzī prūmī lanti sēteksi

Their promises were sealed with a passionate kiss.

Hen jeny māzīlarionr qēlossa ozūndesi

Two souls being bound as one, burning now and forever.

Syndroro ōño jēdo ry kīvia mazvestraksi

Roars could be heard above their heads, their dragons engaging in a dance of their own, their scales glinting in the sunset like bits of precious jewels. In his womb, the little one seemed to rejoice with the dragons, kicking in excitement.

Once they had arrived, Aemond sent back the guards that were standing next to their chambers. Then Aemond entered first and walked to the table. Luke closed the doors behind him and leant his back against them. His hungry eyes bore into Aemond as he watched him take off his jewelry. Aemond was gazing right back at Luke with a look that made him feel like drowning in lust and want and pure desire rolled into one big wave of pleasure. Aemond stepped forward, but it felt like he was moving in slow motion, every muscle in his body felt like it was burning with pure fire, every fiber in his being yelled at him to meet his Alpha halfway.

"I barely had time to have you all for myself today, come now, let me properly admire you. " said Aemond as he sat on the edge of the bed and extended an hand towards Luke.

He didn’t need to be told twice, the next moment Luke was in Aemond’s arms. He sat on his lap and wrapped his arms around Aemond’s broad shoulders.

"You can now, valzyrys. " Lucerys nuzzled Aemond’s nose before lips met lips again in a soft caress.

"Look at you, nuha prumia. " His hands went up and down his belly bump, caressing it with utter adoration, and then on his thighs, firmly squeezing them.

Lucerys could feel his slick already leaking as he started rubbing himself fervently on his uncle’s lap, soaking their robes and drawing delicious moans out of his mouth.

It wasn’t long until they let the robes and the rest of the ornaments they were wearing fell on the hard floor with a thud, leaving them completely naked.

Aemond laid Lucerys on the bed and carefully straddled him, relishing in every moment of Luke’s body singing beneath him.

Every inch of Luke’s body simmed to shiver with sensitivity, letting desperate whines fly out of his mouth as Aemond left blazing trails of heat across Luke’s neck. His mouth trailed lower, tasting the sweet aroma of Luke's scent gland as he marked him again and again,renewing the mating mark he made moons ago.

Aemond leant back and smirked, then shifted his attention to Luke's perky chest, swollen with the changes of pregnancy. His mouth closed around one hard, swollen nipple and began to suckle hungrily while his fingers danced over the other one. His hungry gaze never left Luke's face as his tongue was flicking back and forth on the hard bud, licking and sucking on it until a warm sweetness burst onto the tip of his tongue.

Luke whispered nonsense in valyrian, let out a pleading moan and tugged desperately at Aemond's hair, it was all too much.

“Aemond, stop it, please!” he panted, burying his face in his arms, unable to hide his flushed face.

“My shy little love, don’t hide from me now." cooed Aemond as he showered his belly with gentle kisses, then with one big hand, he raised his omega’s arms over his head with one hand, spreading Luke’s legs open with the other. In one swift movement, he entered him.

Hips slammed into hips, nails digged harshly into the skin of Aemond firms back.

Aemond leaned down again to suck another wet mark as he slammed mercilessly into Luke’s tight heat. Luke felt weak and boneless in his Alpha’s arms.

As the pressure was building up, the room was filled with the sounds of their skin colliding, panted breath and moans. Luke’s belly and Aemond’s chest were suddenly painted white as he came hard and fast.

It wasn’t enough for the omega though, as soon as he regained his strength, Luke encased his legs around his uncle’s waist and flipped them.

Aemond growled as Lucerys’ hips started to move up and down his length with the grace of a dancer, swaying like a flame in the wind, his movements fuelling a fire between them that sucked the air from the room. Aemond placed his hands on his bulging stomach before grabbing ahold of his thighs as he relentlessly impaled himself onto his uncle’s girth in a symphony of pleasure.

He soon comes again as Aemond’s knot starts to stretch his walls, locking their bodies together. With one more thrust, Aemond spills in his warmth, though there’s already life growing inside if that’s what it wants to give.

When his knot deflated, Aemond pulled out and Luke collapsed next to him. He gathered his omega in his arms and pulled the covers over their sweaty bodies.

"Ñuhon." Aemond whispered in his hair, holding him close before he himself dozed off.

Finally, they were truly each other’s, burning as one flame together.

#lucemond #lucerys x aemond #aemond x lucerys #hotd fanfic #fanfic #drabble #smut #abo

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#ao3feed #fanfic #rhaenicent #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd

[lucemondficbot]

Forest Fire

Rating: explicit

Ao3 warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage

Category: M/M

Relationships: Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen/Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra)

Status: complete

Chapters: 4/4

Author of the work: 13KeithXPidge13

Additional tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Lucerys Velaryon, Alpha Aemond “One-Eye” Targaryen, Mutual Pining, Falling In LoveLucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra) Lives, Soft Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Possessive Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, GASP THATS A TAG???, Big brother jace to the rescue, Protective Daemon Targaryen, Minor Daemon Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen, Loss of Virginity, First Time, aemond is absolutely enamored with lucerys fr, Aemond is extremely flirty and testy, ill probably add more tags later, smut coming in chapter 2, gonna be filthy as f u c k, Omegas have pussy’s, Even more smut in chapter 3, Weddings, Wedding Sex

52,010 Words

Sinopse: Aemond dodges another attack and swings, striking Ser Criston's mace from his hands and immediately pointing his dagger at his neck. The knight holds up his hands and surrenders. Around them, applause rings throughout the courtyard and Lucerys swallows.

It's then that, finally, after staring for so long, Aemond turns around and comes face to face with both siblings.

It's eerily silent for a few moments before he grins.

"Nephews," He addresses them both but his gaze is solely fixed on Lucerys. "Come to train?"

Or, Lucerys Velaryon returns to Kings Landing to reclaim his birthright. He does not expect things to spiral out of control so quickly. And, it all starts with one Aemond Targaryen.

One of my guilty pleasures fr (actually all of my HOTD ships are) I love this one, and I really hope people can appreciate it as much as I do.

If you click the name of the fic it will take to it on Ao3

#lucemond #lucemond fanfic #lucemond fic #aemond x lucerys #screaming crying throwing up #you are not aware of how I love this fic