Aemond Targaryen Imagines

The gift from Helena (Smut)

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: dildo use, oral, masturbation, watching someone masturbate

When Helena had come to your rooms, now shared with Aemond you had been mortified. The wedding gift she wished to give you in private was boxed up neatly, tied with a ribbon and a very odd long shape.

"It will help. Husbands cannot be relied upon for pleasure." She said wisely. Opening the box you stared as you processed what had been given to you and then quickly snapped the box shut. "I have one myself. Mother advised that I should have one. She says soon all the women across the world will find a use for them."

At first it had been kept tucked away like a frightening secret. Despite the hesitance you had you couldn't help but feel curious about the polished phallic object. It was awkward between you and Aemond and further than an awkward evening of necessary consummation that ended uneventfully, the two of you slept apart. So one evening, alone and in bed early, you pulled the box out from the cupboard where you had hidden it and looked at it. It was marbled with light and dark colours of the polished stone. One end was carved so it was more rounded than the other while the smaller end seemed to be carved so it was easy to hold.

Deciding that no one else was around and no one would know if you tried it out you sank down on your bed, pulling your night dress up as you slid the cold stone through your folds.

Aemond lay awake in his room. The sounds you made drew him up as he shuffled towards the side door. It led to the large seating room that stood between your private rooms. Slowly he made his way closer and cracked open the door. He half expected to see his brother helping himself to you but instead found you, legs spread as your hips rose up off the bed towards your hand.

Aemond came to hate the gift from Helena. Every night he would listen to the sounds of your pleasure. At first, he had been too nervous to intrude. When he tried to bring up the subject he found his mouth and throat dry. Then nerves became a jealous fire in his belly. He hated the stupid toy. Eventually, it became obvious that he hated it. He had complained to Ser Cole when the feeling became so big he couldn't keep it in. You were subtly spoken to by Alicent who wanted to be sure that everything between the two of you was well.

After dinner Aemond had been in a mood and sent away all of the servants fussing around the shared waiting room, trying to prepare it for the evening. He realised that the candles in your rooms would not have been lit and sighed, taking a candle by the candle stick holder he went through the room, slowly lighting the candles. As he did, he accidentally knocked the one at the end of your bed and jumped when something rolled to the floor and shattered. Managing to catch the candle he had knocked, Aemond carefully looked around and realised what he had broken. The door opened and you stopped, startled to see Aemond in your space.

"Wife!" He said though rather than a greeting it simply sounded as if he were surprised to see you. Your eyes fell to the broken mess and the floor and your face fell. "I... I did not... this was not my intent."

"Your intent?" You asked and frowned at him.

"I was simply trying to light your candles. I was in a mood and I sent..." He stuttered out. It bothered him that you refused to hear him out.

"You simply smashed my gift from Helena. Because you and your mother do not like that I have it." You snapped and suddenly stopped awkwardly. Normally if the two of you bickered you would leave and go to your rooms but Aemond was in the middle of your bedroom so it didn't have quite the same effect.

"I am sure I could... help you find a solution while Helena found you another?" Aemond said though he sounded quite nervous. "I am sorry." When he only received a huff in answer he fell quiet. Feeling really quite guilty and a little bit satisfied that his enemy was defeated.

His satisfaction didn't last long. You became more irritable and short with everyone as the days went on. Aemond came up with many excuses why but it was Aegon's declaration, that what you needed was a good lay and if Aemond wasn't up to it, he would see to you himself that spurred Aemond on to do something about it. Having gone to bed early you found that sleep escaped you. It made you all the more irritable when Aemond knocked on your adjoined door and let himself in.

"What?" You asked without rolling over or sitting up.

"I-I wished to know if I may help?" Aemond asked, feeling nervous that you may well chase him out with pent-up fury.

"Help me with what?" You sighed and pulled the covers further over your head. Aemond winced as if he were unsure how to explain. When he didn't answer immediately you sat up and he jumped as if you were a wild animal that had turned on him.

"I-I-..." He spluttered and looked for a moment quite startled.

"Oh, Aemond if you shall not speak to me then be gone, for your bothering is irking my temper." You snapped out and flopped back down on your bed. There was shuffling and then the bed dipped. Aemond lay beside you for some time before you looked at him.

"I did not mean to break it. If I had known the foul mood you should be in I would have..." He laughed as you groaned and shoved him.

"My mood is not foul!" You wailed softly and he grasps your hands in his wrists.

"Well, never in all the years I have known you did I fear you should club me over the head with a candle stick holder before I broke it!" Aemond said he was laughing now and you groaned. "I can help."

"How?" You asked and he chuckled.

"However you would like." He said softly and smiled at you though the edges of his smile still twisted with amusement.

"If I wished for you to go away?" You asked though your head rested against his shoulder.

"I should leave if you asked." He said softly as he let go of your hands.

"If I should ask for your head between my legs." You had been joking and he knew it very well but that did not stop him from rolling with lightning-quick speed, throwing your legs over his shoulders and shoving your night dress around your waist before you could finish saying his name.

"Aemond I..!" You cut yourself off with a gasp as he kissed over your core, your inner thigh adorned with soft bitting kisses. One of his arms hooked over your hip to stop you from moving away from his as his tongue began to delve between your folds. He grunted irritably when your fingers moved to press over your clit and he swatted it away, replacing your touch with calloused fingers that made you jolt and gasp his name. He continued until your body trembled and arched up, legs shaking as he looked up at you, watching you unravel for him. A wave of pleasure made you breathless and you heard him groan as your shaking legs squeezed around him. When it was over your body relaxed and he pulled away, wiping his face with his hand as he smiled smugly.

"You see. I can help." He smiled at you as you tried to regain your composure. "Now. Are you done or do you need more?" He asked as his hands moved down to fiddle with the strings on his trousers.

"More." You said breathlessly. He nodded and pulled the strings loose as he leaned in to kiss you.