A Targaryen Love

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After returning back to the castle, Ser Arthur was following him as Queen Rhaella had commanded him. Aemon thought of finding either Val or Arya. He knew his little sister was perhaps looking for him.

As Aemon walked through the winding corridors of the castle. His eyes darted around the room, scanning every corner for a glimpse of her. Suddenly, he spotted her standing in a far corner, engaged in a hushed conversation with his sister. Aemon hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should interrupt their discussion, but ultimately decided against it. Instead, he continued to stroll through the castle's long corridors, lost in though.

"Aemon. We need to leave now. The Dragon might be approaching," Aegarax said, his words echoing through Aemon's mind like thunder. Aegarax's voice was tense, urgent, and filled with an air of foreboding that made Aemon's heart skip a beat.

"I'm coming, Aegarax." Aemon thought before leaving the castle with Ser Arthur right behind him.

Arthur's footsteps echoed in the hallway as he followed Prince Aemon, who was walking briskly ahead of him. The knight had grown accustomed to the castle's layout, and his curiosity had been piqued by their departure from the familiar grounds. As they ventured further away from the castle, the knight couldn't help but wonder where they were headed. "Prince Aemon, where are we going?" Arthur asked.

Aemon knew he couldn't have Ser Arthur follow him. He would undoubtedly report back to his father and Queen Rhaella. While he wanted to tell them eventually about the Dragon, he wanted to wait a little while longer. With that in mind, Aemon stopped walking before facing his Guard.

"Ser Arthur," Aemon spoke with determination, his voice ringing with a sense of urgency, "Could you please go back to my father? I would like to spend some time alone to gather my thoughts and contemplate my next move." The prince's eyes searched the knight's face, hoping to find some understanding. 

But Arthur remained unmoved, his stance firm and unyielding."I'm truly sorry, your grace," Arthur replied, his voice laced with regret, "but Queen Rhaella has ordered me to guard you at all times. It is my duty to ensure your safety and well-being, and I cannot leave you alone." The knight's eyes flickered with a hint of sympathy, but his resolve remained unbroken.Aemon sighed, knowing that he couldn't argue with Arthur's sense of duty. He had always admired the knight's unwavering loyalty and dedication, but at this moment, he longed for a moment of solitude.

"Ser Arthur, as your Prince. I'm ordering you to leave." Aemon ordered with a commanding tone now. Arthur, again, didn't budge.

Realizing that his guard wasn't leaving him, Aemon closed his eyes for a few moments, finding her quickly. Kessa understood the command, quickly finding her master and Ser Arthur.

The knight cursed under his breath, knowing why the prince called the eagle, he didn't know how, but that wasn't important now.

As Kessa, the majestic eagle, descended from the sky, her large wings spread out to slow her landing near Aemon. With a fierce look in her eyes, she shifted her gaze towards Arthur, and began to move towards him in a threatening manner. As Kessa approached Arthur, she spread her wings even wider, revealing their impressive size and power. With her mouth open wide, she let out a series of loud, threatening whistles that echoed throughout the forest

Arthur backed away. He wouldn't harm the eagle, knowing she wasn't threatening the prince. "Your grace, please reconsider this," Arthur said, looking at Prince Aemon, who was already mounting Kessa.

"Don't fret, Ser Arthur," Aemon spoke with a reassuring smile gracing his lips, "for I shall return to you soon enough. There's no need to trouble my father with this matter, as Kessa, will be looking out for me." The knight couldn't hide his skepticism as he watched Kessa spread her wings and take flight.

Seeing him fly away, he shook his head. "He's just like you, Lyanna," he murmured softly to himself, his words barely audible over the rush of the wind. With a sense of longing and melancholy, he turned away from the sky and began making his way back to the imposing walls of Harrenhal.

Aemon Targaryen

As they soared high above the rugged terrain, the Prince and Kessa marveled at the breathtaking view of the tall hills below them. From their perspective, the trees and everything else looked diminutive, as if they were mere specks on the vast expanse of the landscape. As they flew further, their keen eyes spotted something peculiar beyond the hills- it was Aegarax, sleeping soundly in a clearing. His colossal figure stood out prominently against the lush greenery of the forest below Aemon,

His figure moved the moment Aemon got closer, raising his head as Kessa landed near him. The massive dragon had just finished a satisfying meal, evidenced by the flattened trees and the scorched ground littered with charred bones that lay scattered around the dragon.

"Aegarax, kesīr, valītsos (Aegarax, here, boy)," Aemon spoke to his friend. The dragon's eyes twinkled with delight as he let out a deep, rumbling purr of contentment. The dragon leaned closer, inviting him to touch his nose. As Aemon reached out, his hand brushed against the dragon's scales, which were as sharp as knives. The scales didn't harm his hand. Instead, they felt smooth and cool to the touch, like polished stone. The dragon let out a joyful sound, relishing the attention from his rider.

As Aegarax's piercing purple eyes met Aemon's gaze, the dragon let out a low happy sound before lowering his massive neck to the ground, his scales gleaming in the warm glow of the setting sun. With a sense of anticipation, Aemon nimbly mounted his companion, gripping onto the dragon's shimmering scales for support as Aegarax lifted his head and turned to the left. With the grace of a creature born to fly, Aegarax slowly unfurled his majestic wings, each white scale shimmering like a precious diamond in the evening light. As Aemon looked out over the expanse of the dragon's wingspan, he felt a rush of excitement fill him.

Aegarax took off from the forest floor, his massive wings beating strongly against the air as he lifted his heavy frame into the sky. Aemon held tightly onto the dragon's scales, feeling the wind rushing against his face and tugging at his hair. As they ascended higher and higher, the trees below them grew smaller and smaller, until they were nothing but tiny specks in the distance. Aegarax's shadow loomed large over the forest, casting an eerie darkness over the surrounding landscape. With a graceful maneuver, the dragon soared up towards the clouds.

Feeling the wind rushing through his hair as he surveyed the sprawling landscape that lay before him. The vast fields stretched out in all directions, their lush greenery reaching up towards the clouds as if trying to touch the sky. Aemon's eyes roamed over the rolling hills and endless expanse of grass, taking in the breathtaking beauty of the scene before him. The towering walls of Harrenhal, looming in the distance like a tiny toy castle from his elevated vantage point

As the evening sun began to set, casting a warm and fiery red glow across the landscape, Aemon gazed out ahead with a sense of wonder and awe. Although he had experienced the exhilaration of flying with a dragon before, every moment felt special and unique in its own way.

As they soared through the skies for three hours, the white Dragon, with its sharp eyes and keen senses, suddenly caught an unusual scent. With a low growl, Aegarax signaled his rider, that the unmistakable heat in the air was a telltale sign of another dragon nearby. As they glided over a range of tall mountains, covered in dense foliage, Aemon knew they were near The Vale, but his focus remained on finding the second dragon.

"Where is he?" Aemon thought, trying to find him, but the fog around the mountaintops was making it hard to see. Looking around, he saw the first signs of a Dragon. The trees had been burned to a crisp, and the ground looked black as if it had been charred by a raging fire. The stone itself had melted, leaving behind a trail of molten rock.

"Aemon. He's around here somewhere, but I can't tell where." Aegarax spoke to his rider, his voice tense. The white dragon followed the trail of destruction left behind by the other dragon, a path of burned trees and scorched earth that led up to the side of a towering mountain. The cave was massive and ominous, with jagged rocks jutting out from its entrance like teeth waiting to devour anyone foolish enough to approach.

As Aemon gazed upon the vast and rugged terrain that surrounded him, he could not help but wonder if the mountain tribes, were lurking amidst the craggy peaks and rocky valleys that stretched out before him. Aegarax wasn't exactly something hard to miss; Aemon tried to look around when he smelled smoke in the air. He didn't know where the smoke came from, the heat around the air increased, but Aemon ignored it, as the smoke made it harder to see.

Aegarax landed roughly against the side of the mountain. The impact was so great that trees were crushed beneath his weight and a large rock shattered as if made of ice under his crushing legs.

"Lyka(Quiet)," Aemon spoke to his dragon, but both of them felt the tension around the air. It was quiet, too quiet, almost as if the very earth was holding its breath. Straining to see through the thick fog, Aemon searched for any sign of danger, but his eyes found nothing but swirling mist. Meanwhile, Aegarax, feeling the tension as keenly as his rider, released a low growl, a warning to any unseen foes that they were not to be trifled with.

Suddenly there was a loud, bone-crushing sound that echoed through the valleys. Both of them turned their heads to the left in astonishment, only to catch a glimpse of a monstrous creature - an enormous black dragon, with eyes blazing green like a raging inferno, rushing towards them with a deafening roar. Aegarax spread his wings, quickly taking flight as the black dragon relentlessly chased him down, determined to catch its prey.

Aemon turned his head to glance back at the source of the deafening roar that reverberated through the mountainside. Through the thick clouds of smoke, his striking green eyes shone with a fiery intensity as he gazed upon the pitch-black scales of the dragon before him. Even in the midst of the chaos, Aemon's mind remained sharp and clear, and he knew exactly who this dragon was.

A shiver ran down his spine as he whispered the name aloud, "Cannibal." The dragon seemed to sense its own name being spoken and responded with an earth-shattering roar that echoed through the valley, causing the ground to shake beneath their feet.

"Aemon, we can't escape this one. We are in his Territory." Aegarax spoke to his rider in haste, trying to fly away from the black dragon.

At that moment, Cannibal opened its maw wide, and a bright light began to glow deep in its throat. With a deft movement of his wings, Aegarax darted to the side, seeking protection behind a nearby hill. The Black Dragon's flames erupted from its mouth, a torrent of green fire that burned hotter than anything Aemon had felt. The hill was no match for the dragon's fury, and it quickly turned to ash and molten rock under the intense heat.Aemon, could feel the heat of the dragon's breath on his face. He shielded his eyes with his arm, sweat pouring down his brow.

Despite being resistant to normal flames, the older a dragon was, the hotter their flames were, and Cannibal's flames were mighty.

Aegarax turned left, trying to use every mountain and hill to his advantage; Aemon was finding it increasingly harder to hold on to his scales.

As Aegarax, flew through the misty sky, his massive wings flapping with immense force, he suddenly made a swift descent and landed on the jagged side of a mountain. Aemon, who was perched on Aegarax's back, held tight to his scaly hide as he turned to face the magnificent black Dragon, who was staring intently.

"Dracarys," Aemon shouted. In an instant, the air was filled with a deafening roar that echoed through the valley, as white-blue flames erupted from Aegarax's nostrils, and green flames spewed forth from Cannibal's. The two fiery blasts collided mid-air, sending shockwaves that rattled the ground beneath.

The heat was so intense that it felt like the sun had descended upon them, and the side of the mountain itself caught fire, the flames creeping up its rugged surface like a serpent. Aemon could hear the trees crackling and popping as the fire spread, devouring everything in its path with insatiable hunger. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of the inferno, the heat of the flames, and the smell of smoke filling Aemon's nostrils. The Dragons stopped breathing fire. They couldn't do it for long without stopping to breathe air again.

"Sōvegon(Fly)," Aemon shouted. Taking this opportunity, Aegarax quickly jumped off the mountain. The dragon spread his wings, flying upwards, Cannibal following them behind.

"Eglikta. Ñuha raqiros(Higher. My friend)," Aemon shouted to his dragon. The higher they got, the harder it became to breathe for Aemon; Cannibal, despite his enormous size, was proving to be faster than Aegarax, who only two months ago had been frozen in ice for who knows how long. Cannibal had been free this whole time.

Closer and closer, Aemon turned to look downwards as Cannibal was getting closer, his primary legs extended, and his fangs scratched Aegarax's lower body, causing the dragon to let out a deafening screech of pain. Aemon's heart raced as he desperately tried to fly away.

Cannibal slowly opened his massive jaws, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth glinting menacingly in the pale moonlight. As he did so, a searing heat began to build within his throat, causing the air around him to shimmer and distort. Flames danced and flickered within the cavernous depths of his maw, as if waiting for the perfect moment to be unleashed upon his hapless prey.

"Suvion jelevre," Aemon shouted. Aegarax released a frozen breath from his mouth towards the black dragon. The freezing blast hit Cannibal's shoulder with a force that sent him reeling backwards, his scales instantly becoming encased in ice. A part of his neck and a part of his right wing were also affected, causing him to struggle to stay airborne. The black dragon let out a shriek of pain before freefalling but quickly using his wings to slow down the drop.

Taking this opportunity, Aegaraxs started flying away; Aemon looked behind, and Cannibal was no longer following them. The frozen scales were preventing him from flying that well. Aemon let out a sigh of relief. They were safe. As Aemon finally breathed a sigh of relief, the adrenaline that had been coursing through his veins subsided, and the pain in his hand became almost unbearable. He could feel the searing heat emanating from his tightly clenched fist. As he tried to flex his fingers, he winced in pain.

"That Dragon won't leave us alone. I think our best bet is if someone from your family tames him. Or if we kill him." Aegarax warned him as he kept flying through the sky.

Aemon wasn't sure what to say; Cannibal, so far, had burned and eaten anyone who tried to tame him, and Aemon didn't want the same fate to fall on anyone from his family. The Black Dragon was a threat right now.

Later

The sky was painted with shades of dark blue and purple as Aemon finally made his way back home, feeling relieved yet nervous at the same time. He knew that he had been gone for quite some time, and the thought of his family waiting for him made his heart race.

With the help of his eagle, He quickly reached the castle, and soon he noticed a guard around the gate. As he approached them, Aemon recognized Ser Arthur.

Ser Arthur, with a hint of relief and anger in his voice, approached the prince and addressed him with utmost respect, "Your grace, where were you?" When it had been three hours, Rhaegar had demanded to know where Aemon was; Arthur had told him that Prince Aemon had flown away with Kessa, which didn't really ease the tension.

"I'm sorry, Ser Arthur. I lost track of time." Aemon said. The knight gave him a look that showed he did not really believe him but decided to hold his tongue.

"Your father won't be happy with you," Arthur warned him before they walked inside the castle. As they made their way through the winding corridors and ornate halls of the castle, Arthur led him towards the royal chambers where the King Rhaegar awaited them. The prince's steps faltered as they approached the imposing doors; Prince Aemon noticed the look he got from Ser Barristan, a look of relief.

As soon as Aemon entered, he was greeted by the sight of his father, Elia, and grandmother discussing. The sound of the door opening had startled them, and they curiously looked upon the person who had interrupted them.

His father's eyes were filled with concern as he quickly rose from his chair and began pacing around the table, making his way towards his son. "Where were you?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of worry.

"I'm sorry, father. Kessa just wanted to fly around with me." Aemon said with a slightly downcast look. After a moment of silence, his father let out a deep sigh and accepted his apology.

"Alright, but next time don't be gone for so long." His father scolded Aemon, hugging him as if he was a kid. Elia kissed his cheeks before looking at him to see if he was injured.

Surprisingly, his grandmother was the only one who wasn't as concerned. Instead, she was eyeing her grandson with a calculating look as if she was trying to find a missing puzzle piece.

Soon his siblings and aunt were informed of his return. His sister wasn't concerned because of Ghost. Val had told her that if Aemon was in danger, the direwolf would have left and gotten to Aemon as soon as possible.

Aemon felt relieved that Val seemed to be getting along with his sister. Since they were both talking with each other, his sister let out a giggle after Val told her something.

Aemon pondered what they were talking about, but they refused to tell him, saying it was a surprise for tonight.

When they ate dinner, Val whispered something to Aemon, making him look at her bewilderment before she kissed his lips with passion.

Soon the time came to sleep, but the young prince saw the way his grandmother was eyeing him the whole time, like an eagle. Aemon was making his way over to his bedchamber. Tomorrow he wanted to talk with his father about the fate of Lord Stark. It was about time, after all.

Reaching the door of his chambers, Ser Arthur told him good night, as did Aemon.

As the Prince made his way inside his chamber, the scent of lavender and sandalwood filled his nostrils. The only light source inside his chamber was the dim light that flickered from the wall candle mounted near the bed. As he walked closer, he noticed a slender silhouette lying on his bed, and for a moment, he paused. Aemon expected to see his beloved Val, but instead, he recognized Rhaenys, his beautiful older sister, wrapped in a silk nightgown that revealed more than it concealed.

"Valonqar." Rhaenys greeted him with a sultry smile and rose from his bed, the soft fabric of her gown scarcely concealing her alluring curves. The faint scent of lavender hung in the air, mingling with the heady atmosphere of anticipation that enveloped them both. Aemon couldn't help but feel a jolt of desire surge through him as he took in the sight of Rhaenys, her hair cascading in loose waves around her face and her eyes sparkling with mischief. She was a sight to see, stirring something in Aemon. He felt himself drowning in her beauty, her perfume. She smelled like honey.

Aemon gazed into Rhaenys' eyes as she leaned in to kiss his cheek, he felt his heart skip a beat. Her touch was electric, and he could feel his body responding to her every move. "Rhaenys." He spoke her name in a low tone, savouring the way it rolled off his tongue, and as she placed her index finger on his lips, he was struck by how beautiful she looked in that moment. Her bosom heaved with every breath, she reached out to him, her fingers interlocking with his, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. Her heart was beating like a drum as she guided his hands, one by one, to rest on her chest, feeling his touch ignite a fire within her. As he looked into her eyes, she couldn't help but lean in a little closer, her breath quickening with anticipation. He squeezed her breast gently, he was rewarded with a sweet, melodious moan that sent shivers down his spine.

"I want you, Aemon." Rhaenys declared, her body quivered with anticipation, and her heart pounded in her chest as she felt the heat rise between them. Ready to pounce on him and have her way with him.

Aemon could feel his pulse quicken as she placed her delicate index finger beneath his chin, urging him to meet her gaze, which was a mesmerizing shade of purple that seemed to glow in the dim light. His hands instinctively found their way to her hips, pulling her closer to him until he could feel the heat emanating from her skin. As their eyes locked, he couldn't help but notice the way her pupils dilated, hinting at the same desire that was coursing through his own veins. It was a moment frozen in time, where nothing else mattered except the two of them, lost in each other's eyes.

"Rhaenys."

"Valonaqar."

Slowly, she closed the gap between the two until he could feel her warm breath on his face. Aemon noticed he was breathing heavier than before. Rhaenys was too.

With one final movement, Rhaenys leaned in, and her lips met Aemon's. The sensation was electric, igniting an unquenchable fire within Aemon's soul. He felt himself drowning in a sea of pleasure, completely consumed by her soft lips on his, her breasts pushed up tightly against his chest. It was a moment of pure ecstasy. Her hands reached up and ran through his hair. Noticeably, Rhaenys pressed her pelvis forward, trapping Aemon's penis between their stomachs. Aemon instinctively jerked his hips forward slightly. Aemon felt Rhaenys's lips curve upward into a small smile as the two of them continued to kiss passionately.

Aemon wrapped his arms around Rhaeny's back and pulled her against him. One of his hands snaked down to rest on her butt. His hand gently felt the curve of it, and Rhaenys's throat hummed in pleasure.

Rhaenys pulled away for a moment just enough to say: "I want you, my dearest Valonqar." before she leaned in to kiss him again. Aemon understood her meaning. He didn't know when, but their hands moved on their own, their clothes flying away.

His penis stood erect, pointed above Rhaenys's head. Aemon saw Rhaenys placing herself on her knees, right between Aemon's legs.

Slowly, almost tentatively, Rhaenys reached out with one hand to grasp Aemon's penis. Her hand wrapped around his shafts, and she gently worked it up and down, turning slightly as she went. "Shift forward a little," Rhaenys told him with a husky tone to her voice, letting go of his penis.

Aemon moved as far to the edge as he could. His balls were hanging over the edge of the bed now. Rhaenys moved a bit further back to accommodate him. She wrapped her hand around his penis again and returned to stroking it. She leaned her head against his thigh, and she looked up at his face with a teasing look on her face. Aemon wanted to tell her that she was torturing him but decided better of it. He wasn't quite sure how he had gotten into this situation, and he didn't want to ruin it.

After playing around for a minute, Rhaenys's head left his thigh. She made to go towards the tip of his penis, but her head dipped down at the last moment. Slowly, she moved her mouth down lower. Still stroking him, she took one of his balls into her mouth. She sucked on it while playing around with it using her tongue. A shiver ran across Aemon's body as she switched to other one.

Rhaenys placed her free hand on Aemon's thigh, and suddenly she raised her head up and took almost all of Aemon's length into her mouth. She made it about five inches down before she sealed her lips tightly around his shaft and started to suck. Aemon moaned audibly at the pleasure. "Ohh, Rhaenys!!"

She smiled triumphantly that she could make her Valonqar moan like that. Rhaenys began to bob her head up and down, swirling her tongue around Aemon's penis all the while.

"Rhaenys, I'm not going to last long like this," Aemon hissed while he put one of his hands on the back of her head.

She looked up at him with amusement in her eyes. "Was this your fantasy, Aemon?" She practically whispered his name as she stroked his penis. She leaned forward, resting his penis across her cheek while she continued to stroke the top of it. Her hot breath went up against his stomach.

Rhaenys licked his length from the base to the tip of his penis. She took the tip into her mouth and sucked on it gently. She pulled back and kissed the top of his penis. "Did you dream of me doing this to you? For your sister to be on her knees in front of you, your cock in my mouth, my eyes staring up into yours?"

Aemon's mind was running wild with the fantasies that Rhaenys was suggesting to him. He was close.

"Or maybe you wouldn't be satisfied to wait for such an instance. Maybe you'd come into my room one night and force yourself onto me," Rhaenys was stroking his penis again, looking at Aemon's face with amusement. "I would have let you, you know. I've always wanted you. I imagined you would sneak into my room, taking me from behind As a wolf does to his bitch."

Rhaenys's mouth returned to his penis, and her hand moved down to his balls, where she rolled them in her hand very gently. She did this for a minute before pulling back again. "I've dreamt about sneaking into your room at night. About curling up next to you in bed, waiting for you to wake up and notice me. I'd say I was lonely or scared or some other lie and cuddle up close to you. Eventually, one of them would have broken down and started something. Val would be there too. I imagined her pretty mouth in my cunt, her tongue deep inside, as you fucked my face with your cock." She licked up his length.

"I can feel you pulsing in my mouth, Aemon. Let me help you with that," Rhaenys whispered. She returned Aemon's penis to her mouth and redoubled her efforts. She stroked the base of his penis, and he gently fondled his balls while her mouth focused on the top of his penis.

"Rhaenys," Aemon moaned before his seed shot out into her mouth. Rhaenys held him in her mouth as he drained into her and then swallowed it all once he was finished. She smacked her lips at the sweet-bitter taste. Val wasn't exaggerating, she thought, moaning in pleasure.

Aemon laid back on the floor at the edge of the pool. He put his hand on his chest, where his heart was beating rapidly.

Rhaenys stood naked in front of him. She looked like a goddess. Her body was slim and toned, her breasts full and taunt. Her legs were long and beautiful, and between them lay her pussy.

Rhaenys stepped over him and was positioned right above his head. He was looking right up at her from beneath. "I think it's your turn to reciprocate," she told him.

Rhaenys gently got to her knees, placing Aemon's head right between her legs. She leaned forward, bracing her arms on the ground in front of her while lowering her vagina to be right above Aemon's mouth. Aemon eagerly began licking at her and used his hands to better adjust Rhaenys.

Aemon shoved his tongue as deep into her pussy as he could, pressing it up against her inner walls. "Aaaahhhhhhh, OHh God. YES, Valonqar!"

He used his left hand to hold her hips in place above him while with his left hand, he reached to touch her clitoris. He began gently rubbing around it before he removed his tongue from inside of her and wrapped his lips around her engorged clitoris. Gently, while still applying some pressure, he sucked on it.

Above him, Rhaenys was moaning in pure bliss. He could feel her legs shake a little on the sides of his head. Suddenly, she let out a long moan of pleasure. Now it was Aemon's turn to grin at her. He tilted his head back to see her face, but it seemed like she had her head up. All he could see was her hanging large breasts.

Returning to his ministrations, Aemon continued his efforts to please her. With his right hand, he slowly slid his index finger inside of her. Rhaenys was already so wet that his finger slid in easily with little force needed. With his finger, Aemon felt along the top of the vaginal wall until he felt the slightly more textured area spot. Aemon started rubbing his finger against it gently, but when he sped up, Rhaenys's moans became louder and more pronounced.

"OHHHHH, Little Brother. Don't Stopppp. My Valonqar."

Aemon was licking Rhaenys's clit and still rubbing her spot when her legs tightened more against his head, and her hips sunk down until she was pressed tightly against his face. Aemon struggled to breathe as his nose and mouth were squished up against her, so he gently prodded her side. "I would like to be able to breathe," Aemon said once her hips raised again.

Rhaenys laughed, and her body shook. She let out another moan as Aemon's fingers hit the right spot in her. "Gods, I need you right now."

Rhaenys's hands were on the platform on either side of Aemon's head. Her eyes were staring down at his as though they were trying to see into his mind. After a minute, Rhaenys let her body lie down on top of his, pressing herself against him. "Take Me. Make Me Yours," she whispered into his ear before kissing along his jawline.

Aemon's penis was fully erect again, and Rhaenys was rubbing her body against it. Rhaenys moved her mouth above Aemon's, and he captured her lips with his own. The two of them moaned into each other's mouths as they kissed passionately. Aemon was moving his hands down Rhaenys's body, touching every inch of her he could as Rhaenys reached down for his penis.

Without pulling her lips away, Rhaenys moved her hips up, releasing Aemon's penis from between their bodies. Grasping it with her hand, Rhaenys angled it towards her pussy and gently slid onto it. Just the head of Aemon's penis was inside her, but he already felt like he was in heaven.

Rhaenys began slowly moving up and down Aemon's length, dragging her entire body across his. Aemon felt her perk breasts slide across his muscled chest. He ran one of his hands up the side of her body until it reached the side of her breast. He gently massaged it, eliciting another moan from Rhaenys.

Pulling back from their kiss, Rhaenys and Aemon both took the reprieve to get some air back into their lungs. Rhaenys adjusted herself by putting her knees on either side of Aemon's hips and her hands on the bed. Faster than before, she began riding Aemon's penis. Her hips moved independently from the rest of her body, moving up and down quickly.

Unable to resist the pleasure, Aemon began matching her movements with his own thrusts from his hips. The sounds of flesh slapping against each other rang out in the silent room as Rhaenys leaned her head down to kiss Aemon again.

Aemon's hands slid down to grasp Rhaenys's hips as they continued to fuck. "Ah, Aemon," Rhaenys felt herself getting closer and closer.

"Together, Aemon." She moaned and soon reached her peak as his cum filled her insides to the brim. Falling on top of him, she looked at his grey eyes.

Aemon leaned up to kiss her. Their tongues battled in their mouths as Aemon slowly got up to his knees. Aemon broke the kiss, getting to his feet. Rhaenys followed suit, confusion on her face, but then Aemon wrapped his arms around her. Showing his hidden strength from years of fighting beyond the wall. Aemon lifted Rhaenys into the air slightly, his hands holding her butt. Rhaenys giggled loudly as Aemon slid into her, and their bodies were pressed tightly against each other.

Rhaenys wrapped her arms around Aemon's neck and wrapped her legs loosely around Aemon's waist. Aemon's penis was throbbing inside her, demanding to be thrust back and forth in this beautiful woman. Still holding her in place, Aemon slowly started moving his hips back and forth to gently thrust in and out of her.

The new position sent waves of pleasure through both of them. Rhaenys cried out in pleasure and nestled her head in the crook of Aemon's neck, gently kissing and suckling on the flesh there. Aemon groaned in bliss as he continued to thrust into Rhaenys, keeping her body close to him.

Soon though, the novelty wore off as Aemon grew tired from holding her up. Slowly moving down to his knees, without removing himself from inside her, Aemon laid Rhaenys down on her back and positioned himself above her. Rhaenys pulled down on his head to kiss him as her legs, wrapped around Aemon's waist, pulled him deeper into her. Aemon obliged her and began to pick up the pace, thrusting faster and faster into her.

With one free hand, Aemon reached down between the two of them and started to play with Rhaenys's clit. She moaned into his mouth.

Aemon was getting close to finishing again, and from the sounds, Rhaenys was making, so was she. Determined to hold on until then, Aemon worked his mind to focus on anything except for the beautiful sister beneath him.

One of Rhaenys's hands moved down to Aemon's back, where her nails tugged against his flesh. Her other hand moved up to her breast, where she began gently pinching her nipple. "Fuck, Aemon, you feel so damn good," Rhaenys muttered.

Suddenly, Rhaenys's back arched off the bed, and her chest was thrust out toward Aemon. He felt her inner walls quiver and tighten around him as Rhaenys let out a long and satisfied moan of pleasure. Aemon wasn't far behind. A few seconds later, he finally released himself inside of her. His hips seemed to move of their own accord as he emptied his seed into her.

Aemon's mind went blank, and his vision blurry from the pleasure. He nearly collapsed on top of Rhaenys, but he managed to keep himself steady to lie down on her gently. He released the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding in and took a deep breath. He could smell the two of them, the scent of their lust. He could smell the lavender and flower smell that still clung to their skin. Rhaenys's eyes were closed, and her lips parted in bliss.

"I love you, Aemon. I always will love you."

"I love you too, Rhaenys," Aemon said. Soon they were joined by Val, who was more than happy to participate after all the noise they made.

Tomorrow 

As Aemon stirred up from his slumber, he felt the gentle warmth of the morning sun caressing his face through the window, and he couldn't help but smile at the thought of a new day ahead. As he turned his head to the side, he felt the soft press of two naked bodies, Rhaenys and Val, sleeping soundly beside him. The sound of their steady breathing and the gentle rustle of the sheets filled the room, creating a serene and tranquil atmosphere that Aemon wished could last forever. Aemon took deep breaths. His cock was erected, and slowly, he escaped their grip, not wanting to wake them up. Standing up from the bed, he quickly wore his clothes. He was preparing himself for the day to talk with his father when he heard a knocking on the door.

As he was about to instruct whoever was impatiently knocking at his door to hold on for a moment, the door swiftly slid open, revealing a stoic figure standing in front of him. To his surprise, it was his dear grandmother who had arrived unannounced. Behind her was Ser Barristan, but he wasn't looking inside the chamber.

"Grandmother." Aemon felt embarrassed to be caught like this, with both Rhaenys and Val on his bed, he anticipated her to be thoroughly displeased with him. However, to his surprise, his grandmother's expression was not one of anger, but rather one of amusement.

"Aemon," she said, her voice firm and commanding, as she looked directly into his eyes. "I would like to talk with you in my chambers." Her tone left no room for argument, and Aemon knew that this was not a request, but a demand, completely ignoring that her granddaughter had slept with her grandson and his wife.

"I'm coming." Aemon complied, quickly following his grandmother behind. The sound of their footsteps echoed through the long corridor of the castle, as they walked in silence. The only sound that could be heard was the soft rustling of their clothing as they made their way towards their destination. As they walked, Aemon couldn't help but wonder what had caused his usually cheerful grandmother to be so serious.

After reaching her chambers, she closed the door after he walked inside. He prepared himself for her to shout about sleeping with his sister, but what came out of her mother wasn't what he had expected.

"Grandson. I would like to talk about your Dragon."

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