Alyssanestrong - Targaryen

𝓜𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵

Devil Aemond Targaryen x Witch Reader

Summary: She wanted power and control , and she was determined to do anything to get it. She knew exactly how far she had to go and what she had to sacrifice to make devil himself appear and turn her dreams into reality.

A/N: There was a lot of inspiration from novels and series with witchcraft and witches, so there may be darker askpets in this work, as well as a slight devil worship. So if you are not comfortable with that , you are forewarned. Nevertheless , I hope you all will like the idea and as usual you will enjoy reading it. Please remember that english is not my native language, mistakes may happen.

Work contains smut , minors do not interact.

He stood before her. A fallen angel. The dark lord. The devil himself.

He was tall and lean, but behind the layer of blood she could see the muscles that tightened with every breath he took. His long hair had been tainted with a scarlet substance, but she could still see their silvery whiteness. One of his eyes was violet while a sapphire stone glowed in the other. He had long face which was decorated with a scar, but it only made him more handsome in her eyes.

There was a darkness around his person , a feeling of danger.

But despite this, she stood before him , staring at him. She did not fall to her knees before him , she did not bow , she just stood , silently watching the former God's soldier , who stared at her just as intensely.

-You came - she whispered after a moment , approaching him slowly.

-You called - he replied , smiling smugly , when he noticed how the woman looked at him , how she fought to control the trembling of her body.

The man allowed her fingers to brush against his pale torso, where his heart was hidden, taking pleasure in her curiosity , which seemed to grow by the second, with each newly touched patch of his skin.

-How should I call you? - she asked , leveling her gaze with him.

Suddenly he grabbed her wrist , that was touching his human flesh.

-You have called me , and yet you do not know my name? - he said, pulling her close to him, so close that their lips were almost touching, and their breaths mingled.

-You have many names and many forms - she replied , resting her free hand on his shoulder to try and push him away , but in vain.

The devil took one last look at her before his attention shifted to the witch's wrist, the same one he held in an iron grip, the same one he kissed extremely tenderly, leaving an electrifying feeling behind.

-Aemond - he muttered after a brief moment , his mouth moving upward, kissing her blood-stained fingertips - You will call me Aemond , little witch.

-Aemond - she repeated, tasting his name on her tongue.

-Again - he growled , embracing her around the waist , making her black , lace dress slowly become covered in crimson.

-Aemond - she whispered , looking at him , but his attention was focused on her full , soft lips.

-Tell me my beautiful Y/n- he murmured , catching her chin between his fingers, pulling her towards him again ,letting her addictive scent delude his senses -Tell me what you desire , and I will give it to you.

-You know my name? - she asked, but there was no surprise nor intrigue, which made the white-haired devil even more crazy about mortal woman.

-How could I not know the name of the witch who sacrificed so many innocent lives so that I could come down to earth? -he remarked, smiling tauntingly, out of the corner of his eye looking at the window, reminding her of the bodies lying in the forest deep in the ground and the sea of blood that she shed - I'll aks you one more time, what is it that you want? -he repeated himself, sliding his thumb over her lower lip , staining it with blood.

-I want Salem, I want it all for myself - she confessed without a shadow of hesitation in her voice.

-I'll give you Salem. I'll give you a town from the edge of the world, and with it all the miserable lives that are in it - he said - But I won't do it for free - he confessed, and the woman widened her eyes in disbelief and irritation, which she did not manage to hide from the man before her.

-I called you on Black Sunday. I have performed the ritual. I shed the blood of the pure and innocent so that you can stand here before me in a body of flesh and bone. I gave you all I could give. What more do you want? - she wondered , furrowing her eyebrows in an act of displeasure, which amused the devil.

-You- replied Aemond , stroking her cheekbone with his thumb -I want you to become Queen of the Night. I want you to rule at my side in hell as my beloved and as my bride. I want...to have you.

-Why me? -she asked, pushing him away moments later-What is so compelling about me that the devil himself wants to have me?

The woman looked at him expectantly, but he remained silent for a long time, trying to get close to her again, which resulted in her slowly moving back with every step he took towards her, playing a game of cat and mouse with him.

-Everything my beautiful Y/n - announced the king of hell , still following her silhouette , almost like a predator followed after its prey -I know your thoughts , your dreams , and your goals. When you made a pact with me, you let me see the darkness you hid inside your soul. The darkness that made me crazy about you - he growled , grabbing her by her forearm, pulling her toward him to trap her in his strong arms once again.

The young woman looked into his violet eye before her gaze focused on his scar. Her hand involuntarily lifted upward the tips of her fingers touched the thickened tissue , tracing its path.

Her act seemed to have no deeper purpose, but this was not true. That scar and that sapphire hidden in his eye socket spoke of the fact that someone had once defeated him, leaving him crippled and betrayed. And she knew that the devil was as vengeful as he was powerful and that no one would go unpunished as long as he existed.

And the witch needed this , she needed her own black knight ready to kneel at her feet.

-If that's what I have to do to get what I want - she purred like a cat, bringing her face closer to his -Then make me your queen - she whispered into his mouth , brushing them gently with every word she spoke.

Aemond growled lowly at her words , clenching his large hands on her waist before he attacked her soft, pink lips.

His body was hot against hers, giving her the impression that she was being burned alive, but despite this she did not move away from him, entangling her fingers between strands of his white hair, pulling at them and drawing him closer as he tore her dress off her shoulders, leaving her only in a black velvet choker with an obsidian crystal hanging lazily in the middle.

-Now you belong to me - he said , grabbing her neck and pulling her away from him -Your body and soul are mine. For all eternity - he muttered into her swollen lips.

-Yours. All yours - woman declared quietly, trying to reunite their lips in a fiery, passionate kiss, only to have the man's rough fingers tighten on her throat.

Devil laughed as he observed her actions.

The witch in front of him seemed so cold, yet one touch from him was enough for lust to take over her mortal mind.

She was almost like an enigma to him , but it didn't frustrate him , oh no , on the contrary. He was pleased with this fact , pleased that his new toy wasn't so easily broken.

But he decided to try break her anyway.

He pushed her body against a nearby wall , hovering over her almost immediately. Still avoiding her sweet lips , which called out to him , he kissed her ample breasts , going lower and lower , marking every , possible patch of her firm skin , until his tongue found it's place between her swollen and wet folds.

He tasted her as if she were the sweetest of desserts, causing her to let out a loud, erotic and lustful moan. Her fingers once again found their way into his long hair as she w writhe in convulsions of pleasure that the devil himself was giving her. His movements were precise and bestial at the same time, making the knot of her lower abdomen burst pathetically fast and impossibly intense drenching his face with her juices, which only made him more feral.

Aemond joined their lips in a sensual kiss , placing his hands on her thighs , lifting her in one , sure movement , as if she weighed as much as the feather itself.

Laying her down on the soft mattress , he did not even for a moment move away from her addictive lips , which so soft and sweet stimulated his senses . His hands, soon after, began to roam over the witch's delicate body , exploring every inch of her immaculate flesh just as his lips had done moments ago.

-Please - she panted - Please don't make me wait any longer.

The man leveled his gaze with her. Her eyes were misty and her lips were slightly parted. Her hair scattered over the red satin was almost arranged in a halo giving her an angelic appearance.

-Even if God himself offered me the kingdom of heaven, I would not be able to refuse you, my beautiful Y/n - he replied, tearing the leather pants he wore.

The witch let out a loud, uncontrollable moan when she finally felt him inside her, filling her, warming her body like a fire , which instead of burning gave her nothing but pleasure. Their sweat quickly turned into one as he moved inside her and as their naked and bloody bodies rubbed against each other creating the smell of sex that was so intoxicating, the two lovers couldn't pull away from each other. His mouth practically devoured those of the mortal woman, pulling away only to breathe after their heavy, wet and hot caresses. As Aemond began to pound into her harder, deeper and faster, the young woman's legs involuntarily began to shake, betraying how close to the end she was , and her hands, as if having a mind of their own, went to his back, driving her nails into his milky skin.

They were unappeased , passionate and almost brutal in their movements , making their act a sweet torture that went on and on , never stoping. Not even as night turned into day , and day turned into night again. They remained in each other's embrace , becoming more and more addicted to each other.

Pondering by the fireplace.

THE REALM'S DELIGHT

"Rhaenyra had her family's Valyrian looks, wearing her silver-gold hair in a long braid in the manner of Queen Visenya Targaryen. She was a precocious child, bright and bold and beautiful. At the age of fourteen, the princess was declared by her uncle, Prince Daemon Targaryen, to be the most beautiful maiden in all the Seven Kingdoms. (...) Rhaenyra always dressed richly, favoring purple and maroon velvets and golden Myrish lace in intricate patterns. Her bodice often glittered with pearls and diamonds, and there were always rings on her fingers. Whenever she was anxious, she would turn them compulsively around her fingers." P.S - I definitely visualize book Rhaenyra dressing up in gamurras and lauching a trend at court (the westerosi equivalent of italian renaissance fashion, maybe?) She would just love all the silks, velvets and bright colors.

Aftercare with Rhaenyra Targaryen

"There, there" said Rhaenyra in a soft voice, rocking you in her arms back and forth. You laid on her lap, arms loosely thrown around her waist and head in the crook of her neck, pouty lips trickling her skin. After an exhausting night, you are throughly spent. She pats your bruised behind, shushing you every time you wince out in pain. "You have learnt your lesson, little girl?" You curl more into her, nodding lightly as you burry your head into her chest. She lets you do it, cradling the back of your head, the way one does to a newborn, and pulls the covers over your naked form. "Rest now." Basking in her warmth and comforted by the older woman's presence, you slip slowly in sleep.

PRINCESS DAELLA TARGARYEN fanfic edit | f!daeron the daring

The third daughter of King Viserys I and Queen Alicent Hightower. Vivacious and charming as some would say the Maiden herself, she was favored between her mother's daughters. Alas, the blood of the dragon proved to run through her veins all the same, and she herself demonstrated more than once she fears not to be daring.

BEING IVAR’S DAUGHTER WOULD INCLUDE:

(anonymous said: being ivar’s daughter would include??? love your work btw!! ❤️)

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◾ First of all; it would be an total known fact that your father, the Great Ivar the Boneless would resolutely believe that your birth were to be a blessing & miracle, hands down. 

◾ With that said, your father would thus believe that the All Mighty Gods from above gave you life for an very important reason, to which he would express his upmost gratitude towards them, each & every single day of his life, with bucket-loads of contentment & gratefulness, (etc).

◾ Overall, your father would be rather grateful &  joyousness upon having the chance to witness your birth or when holding you for the very first time, yet however in the rear dark corners of his mind, he would appear rather bewildered upon becoming a father, having been told prior hand, countless of times, that he wouldn’t be able produce any children (having believed so for sometime) & that no one could or would ever love a cripple, such as himself. 

◾ “For I may be greatly consumed by perplexed and astonishing emotions…” your father, Ivar the Boneless, would begin to speak lowly, chagrin lacing his tone in a way in-which he seemed to be in awe of your sleeping figure. “But I would prefer this more than the wretched anger I constantly feel.”

◾ With that noted, it would be incredibly evident that you would have a particular & special place within your fathers heart, to which would never change with your growing of age & so on. 

◾ Your father & daughter bond would blossom throughout the years as rather inseparable & unbreakable, to the point that no mere mortal or God like being could ever splinter, (etc). 

◾ If anyone (man, women, beast, whatever or whoever) were to approach you with fowl, ill or any negative words or intentions, it’s certain that your father would clearly drag himself over rapidly, spitting not only threats of venom towards them, but also his acclaimed and unrelenting wrath.

◾ Thus vowing to them, - promising upon the all Mighty Gods -, that if they were to ever speak of or think of you in anyway, shape or form (the list definitely goes on) again, he wouldn’t hesitate to have each & everyone of them Blood Eagled in front of the entire nation.

◾ If that weren’t to workout, your dear father would inflict a massive amount of violence & pain upon or towards them, in which would be filled with so much focused fury & absolute torment that he’d ensure that they’d never have the ability of walking in a straight line once more.  

◾ “I swear to all the Mighty Gods above that if you ever go near my daughter again, I will personally do more upon you than dragging your ass into the dirt!” He’d bellow boorishly without showing any form of hesitation whilst complete rage consumed his whole being. 

◾ After that encounter, there would definitely be no way in Hel that your dear father were to ever see you as an grown woman to whom is capable of keeping yourself safe when you age older. It ending with your father keeping an rather close eye upon your every moves from then on, (etc).

◾ “What are you talking about?” your father would question out rather distastefully at your sudden question upon if courting and marriage were to be apart of your near future. “You’re too young to muster up thoughts of courting and marriage! ” He’d added rather in an grumble at you, waving his hand as though dismissing the topic entirely without another word spoken.

◾ It would be an known fact that your father, Ivar would be an quite protective father. Like protective scary & upon a completely different level than others would appear with their own children. People would most diffidently end up probably dying within terrible ways because of how possessive he would appear. You’re his daughter, so he truly & deeply cares about you.  

◾ “No one is good enough for you, dear daughter.” Ivar would lean forward, grinning as though he weren’t being serious, though the twist of his eyes and mouth churning suddenly made you think otherwise. “And if you meet a man, - or a woman for that matter -, and you think you’ve found the one… You’d better think again.”

◾ Your fathers anger would scare you immensely, to which he’d tend to try to shield you from it at times, but he can be tense and harsh, not understanding how to exactly be around you. But you know of what the citizens of Kattegat say of him, and you know that it’s true.

◾ Growing up he would play with you whilst often finding it rather hard to be gentle with you in moments like this between you both, because of how very small & physically frail you would be. Deep down having a true fear of himself ever accidentally harming you, to which he wouldn’t forgive himself for if that were ever to unfold, (etc).

◾ Yet as you grow more older in time, he would still be soft with you at times between you both, but would become more harsh in some ways, ensuring & teaching you about how the worlds really is, but also  shielding you when he calls for it, but not always being so successful with that.

◾ There’d be no dating at all. Period. 

◾ With that topic ahead, if you were ever to date, it would be whomever your father would pick for you, hands down. Ivar is one picky son of a bitch & wants someone to whom would be able to take care of you, is intelligent, willing to treat you with the upmost right but also respect, can protect you with their life & someone to whom is a real Viking. 

◾ You’d be the reason to why your father smiles much of the time. Seeing you grown up & to witness you being your one true self would really make him blissful with the upmost happiness. 

◾ You’d most likely have his temper, & he would be for sure proud of that. 

◾ It would be somewhat rare for you both to get into arguments, surprisingly, but if that were to ever happen, it would be rather intense & frightful situation for others to witness. Often ending with words full of venom from both parties & having no type of control within yourselves, to which no mere mortal nor God could split up. It would be a bloodbath, hands down. 

◾ With that said; it would also result in with both parties no longer uttering even the smallest words to one another for quite sometime or chasing a glance towards each other. The silent treatment would be rather quite a big thing between you both in the end, lasting for quite sometime. 

◾ It would take ages for either of you to cave in, usually it being yourself to do so, but almost as much as your father, Ivar. Clearly becoming quite uncomfortable & saddened with how far apart you both have become of this argument. -not unless you ever become a Christian- -to which clearly would be a complete no-no with your father-.

◾ He knows deep down that he cannot stay angered at you forever.

◾ Once again becoming ever the more inseparable with one another.

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