The Vengeful Ghost

47. The New Normal

Three Years Later

Visenya didn't dream, that wasn't new information. She slept through the eyes of Grey Ghost which she preferred. Except for the night he laid by Vhagar because Vhagar's songs of sadness were quiet but annoying. Visenya was still calling her dragon a 'he', something that almost everyone else had changed. It just felt strange. Grey Ghost nested twice but that was over three years ago. Not like she'd been pregnant since then, she avidly drank the moon tea once a week. She'd have more but she loved enjoying her time with the twins and Aemond.

Visenya started to wake when she felt his lips on her shoulder blade, his hand trailing down her back and making her shiver. "Aem ..."

"Good morning, my Queen."

Her eyes rolled back and she moaned at the name. She was laying on her stomach and further sank into the mattress, her body melting with just a few words. "Aemond."

"Shh," he whispered, moving her hair to the side and sucking on the back of her neck. His hand caressed her backside before sliding to her fold, his deft fingers gently tracing over her folds. He was teasing her, drawing this out, and she was already needy enough to need him in her.

She was wet enough to help him slide a finger in with ease, brushing the pad of his fingertip against her pleasure spot within. She arched her hips into his touch but he placed his free hand on the small of her back and used his palm to push her back down.

"Fuck, Aemond," Visenya hissed.

"Use your words, love."

"I need you."

"To do what? I haven't a clue what you need."

Cheeky. "I need you in me, Aemond, please."

"How do you need me in you, Visenya?"

I will kill you. She glared into her pillow. He knew she felt weird about saying the detailed words thanks to her mother teaching her this was a whore's behavior, but he took it upon himself to change her mindset. And he was going to make her beg for this.

"Visenya, I want to pleasure you. Stop thinking so much and just enjoy it."

She'd been married to him now for five years and there was still so much trauma for her to overcome. "Your cock, please."

"Where?" He asked, sucking on the delegate skin below her ear.

She rolled her eyes. "In my ass."

"Don't jest, you know I'd do anything for you."

"In me, Aemond. In my ..." Just say the fucking words, you prude. "In my cunt, Aemond, please. I fucking need you more than anything, more than I need air. So please fuck me until I scream your name into the pillows."

He hovered over her back, his hand wrapping around her throat. "You think I'd let you waste your screams on a pillow? If you're going to scream, I want the whole castle to hear."

He used his knees to spread her legs, slowly pushing into her. This position of laying on her belly and him behind her - one that had been used many times to wake her up - offered an angle that drove her wild. His hand put a little pressure around her neck and his other arm wrapped around her torso to pull her flush against him.

"Aemond!" She cried out, clenching her walls around him.

"Fuck, if you keep doing that, I won't last long at all."