A Targaryen Game - Aemond x Reader Fanfiction

VI

I sat in the fragrant sheets of the bed. The window was ajar, allowing a cool breeze to enter the room, cooling it. I lay facing the solid lumber doors, staring at it.

Had I made the right choice? To ally myself with Rhaenyra? The thought of that one struck me hard. But I had to get my daughter back. And I would do anything for her.

The door opens a little and Aemond walks through. He put a hand to his eyes, and when I could see his face fully, I realized he had taken off his patch, leaving his bright blue sapphire visible.

''Where have you been? It's late.''

''I was with the kids. I told them we'd be leaving soon.''

I stretch a little, extending my hands the length of the bed. I wait for Aemond, who in less than a few minutes is dressed in something more comfortable. He climbs into bed, pinning my wrists to the bed above my head. I flinch, surprised, watching his eyes. The healthy one, but also the blue sapphire.

He kisses me, brushing his lips against mine. Then he bites them, and I wince with pleasure.

''I can't have a fifth.'' I whisper, smiling. Between kisses, he answers. ''As long as they're mine, I don't care how many we have.''

I kiss his cheeks, his forehead, and then his lips. He presses gently against me, and I moan softly. I feel his member on the underside of my belly, and then we both stop, looking at each other.

''I'm willing to grow another,'' He says, looking me in the eye. I remain silent for a few moments, then nod affirmatively.

Once he pushes it inside me, we both moan softly as he throws his head back. I bury my head in the pillows, breathing harder and harder. He starts to move, and then, neither of us cares about the silence anymore. We moan, pant, but stop each other by pressing our lips into a long kiss.

I press my nails into the bed, from the minor feeling of pain and the huge one of pleasure. He opens his eyes, seeing me. He takes my wrists, which he held with one hand, and with that hand, he moves them to the back of his neck. I cling to his neck as we moan in each other's ears. For a second, we were no longer brother and sister, as we behaved most of the time in public. Now, we were lovers, husband and wife.

Suddenly, there's a scream from down the hall, a loud one. Aemond stops, covering my mouth with one hand. It was only then that I realized I was too noisy and something or someone outside could be heard.

''Shh..'' He whispers when he sees me looking at him in confusion. For a few moments, the sound gets louder, and louder, it must have passed our bedroom door, then fades slightly.

I lean back on my elbows as he comes out of me, sitting up in bed. ''What was that?''

He thinks for a few moments, then looks at me. ''Our cue to leave.''

I look at him puzzled as he gets up. He's dressing in his black tunic, and that's when I realize what he means. I get up in two movements, putting back on what I was wearing. I let my hair fall a little messily over my shoulders, but acceptably as he puts his patch over his eye and his sword in its scabbard. When we're both ready, we quietly walk out the door.

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Viselor and Vhagar land, with difficulty, because of their size, on the Dragonstone shore. They flap their wings wildly, then drop their necks, for us to descend. I gently stroke his white scales, then help Yaehaera down. Then he takes flight, starting to fly around the island.

Yaehaera grabs my hand, looking around. ''A-...are we at Dragonstone?'' She asks me. She and Aerys have never been to Dragonstone before. Some time ago, after I gave birth to Yaemon, I came here with him, but never with Aerys or Yaehaera. They had only heard of Dragonstone from stories.