Dragon Blood Sneak Peek: 18+

Dragon Blood Sneak Peek: 18+

This is a scene between Aemond Targaryen and my oc, Visenya Targaryen II - daughter of Daemon Targeryan and an unknown woman.

“Last I was reminded, I am a bastard born out of wedlock and am not worthy of any kind of love-”

Before I could go on, Aemond had me cornered with his hands on either side of my head. His eye bore deep into my own, so sharp and so filled with anger and. . .something darker.

“Do not blame me for something I claimed out of rage.”

“Let me go, Aemond,” I demanded, hating how small I felt trapped in his gaze.

“Not until you agree to wed me.”

“Never,” I gritted my teeth as I glared at him, “you will never know love from me, or anyone else. Now unhand me, you monster! Do you know how it felt to be rejected by the one person who is supposed to love you?! To have them call you unworthy of love?!”

“Visenya, listen to me-”

“I will not-!” Before I could bring my hands up to hit him, he grasped at both my wrists and held them above my head. His nose now touched mine, our lips inches apart as I felt his breath on my face.

“I have every right to take you right here and now,” Those very words uttered from his mouth brought heat to my face, but I refused to let my glare falter.

“I could command you to stay quiet as I fuck you with my fingers, or perhaps my mouth, and if you made any noise, I would not allow you to cum,” He whispered in my ear as I could feel myself start to squeeze my own legs together, and he licked the outer shell of my ear.

Out of pride, no noises escaped my mouth despite his hot breath and he looked around me with a smirk.

"Dragon got your tongue, darling?" He taunted.

"Nothing you do could ever please me," It was a challenge, I knew it was, but my core was aching for any attention.

"Are you sure about that?" He said as he placed open mouth kisses upon my neck. He was slow and torturing me, and that's when he decided his attack. It was a spot lower and where everyone would be able to see. He latched on and sucked, and I bit my lip to stop myself from releasing any noises.

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Lessons

Summary: You ask Aemond to teach you some words in High Valyrian, and the pleasure is all his. Or so he thinks.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem! reader

Warnings: NSFW. Masturbation. Fingering. Possessive Aemond. Aemond seducing people using High Valyrian (what else is new?).

Word count: 1.5k

Author’s note: There is no official translation by David J. Peterson in regards to one’s private parts (I did my fair share of digging but to no avail) which comes with no surprise considering the salaciousness of the matter. Out of respect for his work, I don’t take the liberty to butcher the language he’s so masterfully created and only use translations he’s provided.

“Eyes on the mirror.”

Such a simple command, yet powerful enough to have you rest your head on Aemond Targaryen’s bare shoulder.

He was taking his sweet time dragging both hands along the length of your body as the two of you sat on the carpeted floor of his room.

Your grip on his thighs increased lightly when he reached the underside of your breasts.

With the other hand he slowly caressed your resting head.

“Bartos.”

You met his right eye through the surface before repeating the word. “Bartos.”

Easy enough.

He then bent his head so he could reach your side, planting a soft kiss on your earlobe.

“Eleks.”

“Eleks.” You said.

You closed your eyes and gasped once his tender lips reached the corner of your eye.

“Laes.”

Aemond’s fingers then cupped your breast as he awaited your reply.

You could almost feel him smile at your visible struggle to keep up with the lesson.

“Laes.” Aemond repeated.

“Laes.”

It was but a whisper mixed with a strained moan, and it had Aemond’s hand firmly on you jaw so he could angle your face near his.

A faint peck on the tip of your nose.

“Eyes open,” he said, massaging your breast with the palm of his hand. “Pungos.”

“Pungos…” you moaned, spreading your legs open to help with the tension that had started to build up in your core.

The consequences that came with that motion were immediately noticed as you watched Aemond’s piercing glare drop to your most intimate part.

The was something particularly alluring in being able to not only feel but seeing your reflection on the tall mirror as you captured all of his attention.

Hot breath fanned your ear when you shifted to sit upright against his naked torso. “Great pronunciation,” he said, taking your hand and vaguely caressing it. “But let us see how you roll your tongue again.”

He slowly guided your hand with his, parting your folds and allowing you to see your swollen clit. You felt him heave his chest, wasting a few seconds to glare in wonder at how responsive you were.

“Touch it,” he commanded, but before you were able to, he turned your face toward him and sealing your lips with his. It wasn’t a gentle kiss, but it was fervent enough to have you moaning into him.

He broke the kiss to dart out his tongue and trail your moist lips.

“Relgos.”

“How am I to focus on your teachings?” you groaned, attempting to steal a kiss from him. “What is relgos? Tongue?”

“Relgos,” he corrected you, not able to hold back the faint tug that curled the corners of his lips. “Roll your tongue.”

There was this insatiable need to please Aemond Targaryen. You craved his validation and approval like no other.

“Relgos.”

He glared proudly at you. “Sȳz,” he praised. Good. “Relgos means mouth,” and before you could react, he leaned into you once again, gifting you one more lustful kiss.

Without you even taking notice, the pads of your digits were on your folds, but you’d rather have him do it and rapidly slipped your hand from under his grasp until his fingers touched your clit.

Aemond clicked his tongue, pinching the bud gently before withdrawing completely. “Do not be so needy. So unbecoming of a lady-in-waiting.”

You inwardly flinched at the thought of his sister ever finding out about your nightly escapades with him. Maybe Helaena already had her suspicions, but if so, she had decided not to voice them as she’d rather keep the company of bugs.

But before you could reply, he captured your fleeting hand, guiding it back down. Your lips parted in a foolish attempt to reign in your laboured breaths from the ever growing pleasure.

His slender fingers wrapped around yours and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of your clit lightly twitching from the delicate pats.

“Eyes on the mirror.”

In no time, you were clenching desperately, feeling your wetness drip with each circular motion.

His free returned to your breast and with his devious grin he gave it a light squeeze. “Naejos.”

Even though he wasn’t directly touching you down there, the fact that he was the one guiding you was enough to have his cock stiffen. The pressure on your lower back was faint at first, but it increased rapidly.

It felt empowering to know you were able to have this effect on Aemond. For a man who preferred solitude, he surely enjoyed having you around.

His breath prickled your skin in goosebumps. “Naejos.”

Aemond quickened the pace, causing your hips to roll into your own touch. Wetness dripped from with you, and your attentive lover made sure all of it would be put to good use by taking your drenched fingers to collect the droplets and spread them along your soaked folds.

Another squeeze on your breast snapped you out of your thoughts. “Naejos.”

Aemond rewarded you with his index finger taking the place of your own, massaging your clit so gently that you nearly groaned from the impatience.

You needed release.

Keeping your eyes fixed on the mirror in front of you was getting harder and harder to accomplish, and you purposefully avoid staring down.

But Aemond was not one to be underestimated and he excelled at reading you like an open book. “Look at how ready you are. I’m certain my cock would slide right in.”

“Please…”

He stopped moving his finger. “Kostilus.”

“What?” You nearly yelped at sudden lack of friction.

That mischievous expression was on his face once more. “If you are going to beg, then you will have to do so correctly.”

The urge to slap him nearly took over, but the hypersensitivity and need for release overcame it. Aemond adored being in command in all aspects of his life, and he was able to make someone’s life extremely difficult if they were to oppose him.

You’d be no exception, and failure to play along would result in terrible consequences for you.

“Aemond… kostilus…”

“Do it yourself,” he said, removing his hand from yours, leaving you to deal with a very swollen clit on your own. “I’m teaching you my language. Go ahead and teach me yours.”

Your jaw dropped and you couldn’t quite believe his nerve. However, admitting defeat was out of the question and you backed into him, earning a low grunt from the young prince as his cock was now pressed firmly against your lower back.

“Show me how you pleasure yourself whenever I am not around,” cockiness coated his voice.

“Bold of you to assume I exclusively rely on you for pleasure, Aemond,” you replied, marching his arrogance and slowly sliding two fingers inside your sopping pussy.

His face twisted into something that caused your heart to skip a beat. “And who are you fucking, then? Who else dared touching you?”

It was all fun and games until Aemond sensed what he claimed as his was being disputed.

You hadn't expected this exchange to turn you on so much, but seeing the reflection on the mirror showing an unsettled Aemond and all for you certainly soared your ego.

Slender fingers wrapped gently around your neck while his other hand pulled yours away, making you wince from the sudden emptiness.

“I don’t share,” his words were poison, but you felt his cock twitch briefly against your skin. “If I find out another man has touched you, I shall feed him to Vhagar. Or have her burn him down into a pile of ashes. Whichever I see fit.”

His thumb grazed your pulse point soothingly as if to ease the tension. There was no intent to hurt you, but the verbal warning was given to whoever dared having you.

"Do you understand?"

"Daor," you replied, flashing a defying smile.

Aemond's eye widened in surprise. "What?"

"I thought daor meant yes."

"You know it does not," he said, turning your head to press a scorching kiss to your lips.

-

Aemond Masterlist

”not to be horny on mai-”

no I do actually, I do mean to be horny on main.

now give me that morpheus smut, please

Thranduil:

Me:

this was SO CUTE IM CRYINGGG

Find me | Dream*

*of the Endless

Summary: Morpheus' partner cannot stand to stay in the decaying dreaming, it just hurts too much.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x GN!Reader

WC: 1.3K

Warnings: a bit of angst, if I do say.

Notes: Apparently, white poppies represent dreaming. So, I wanted to include them hehe. Also, I did not proof read this. Please let me know if I've made a oopsie <3

Thousands of years ago, you made a vow to always stay by his side. You created an unbreakable bond and committed the rest of your existence to him. For so long, you’d lived with him happily. Safe and secure in the realm of the Dreaming. 

And now, he was gone.

It had all happened so quickly. He’d gone to Berlin to finally put an end to The Corinthian’s horror, it should’ve only taken a few hours. Hours turned into days, days into weeks and then eventually it had been months. Jessamy, his trust Raven, had not returned home either. 

You’d tried to hold out for him, honestly. But every moment you spent in his decaying realm felt like a lifetime. The thousands of memories you’d made began to rot away with the rest of his kingdom. Even Lucienne’s library had disappeared. 

By the time 80 years had passed, there was still no word. You could bare it no longer; the pain was too great. 

So, you left. 

---

You made a new life for yourself in a tiny cottage in Cornwall. It wasn’t much, nothing compared to the castle, but it was enough. Your heart ached for him every day but the pain was bearable now. 

As usual, you pass the garden of white poppies to you collect the daily newspaper. The breath catches in your throat as you read the front headline.

Sleep Sickness Survivors Awaken.

This can only mean one thing. Morpheus, your soulmate, is free. 

An uncontrollable smile spreads across your face, cracking the dry skin of your lips. After 105 years, he is back.

Then, there’s a sinking in your chest.

He is back. But he is not here. Nor are you in the Dreaming. 

As fast as your hope comes, anxiety blooms. Is he upset with you for abandoning your post? For not finding him? Does he even love you anymore? 

You’re unsure on what to do next. Travelling back to the Dreaming may be a bad idea, especially if he is not happy to see you. But waiting here, in your cottage, may further his anger. 

The newspaper rips in half between your hands. You hadn’t even noticed how taut you were holding it. Perhaps you should take some time to think your options over. It’s been a century, surly a few more hours won’t hurt.

---

It was decided. You’d wait a week to see if he came looking for you. After that, you would pursue him. The fear of his anger was great but nothing compared to the desire you had to see him again. You’d run your hands through his hair first, attempting to flatten the black bird’s nest, and stare into his eyes. Then, you’d gladly accept your punishment. 

A voice in your head told you he’d come to you. That he loves and misses you as much as you do him. 

The voice was wrong. 

You’d waited by your window for days, staring into the garden and hoping for him. Sometimes a leaf would rustle, and you thought you saw sand blow in the wind, but he never appeared. You became increasingly anxious as you sat. 

On the seventh day, you finally stood. Enough was enough, you would postpone no more. He may not love you anymore but you still loved him. 38 thousand days was enough, you needed to see him now. 

With your head held high, you travelled into the Dreaming. The gate stood high above you and small smile graced your lips. You’ve come home. 

Muscle memory led you to the doors before his throne room. Your hand hesitated, would he really be that angry? What if he cast you away?

You shook the thoughts away. The only thing that mattered right now was seeing him. Even filled with anger, his face was more beautiful than any other. 

With a bated breath, you push the door open. 

The chamber is empty, the silence is deafening. Your already fragile heart shatters, he is not here. He is not waiting for you. He is not even looking. 

He loves you no more.

With glistening eyes, you head for the library. Lucienne has been there for you, she even helped you move into your cottage all those years ago. Your push the doors open and rush through the shelves of books, looking for her. 

“Are you okay?” Lucienne emerges from behind a stack of books, eyebrows furrowed. 

You run into her arms and latch on tightly. She doesn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around you. One of her hands rubs soothing circles on your back. The two of you stay like that for a few minutes and eventually, the waterworks stop. 

Your eyes water as you step back, rubbing at your stuffed nose. Luci stays silent and watches as you regain your bearings. Her eyes are not judgmental, they are actually the opposite. You feel comfortable around her.

“He’s back, isn’t he?” Your voice is hearse as you ask.

“Yes.”

“How long?”

“A week now.”

Your back bumps against a shelve as you take a step back. 

“A whole week and he didn’t even look for me.” Your voice cracks, “I should’ve known.”

Lucienne furrows her eyebrows again. 

“I always loved him more than he loved me,” you admitted. The backs of your eyes sting and you look down at your hands, unable to look at her. “but I thought he would’ve cared enough to,” you need to take a moment to stop from crying, “to at least miss me.”

You’re so caught up in your sorrow that you don’t notice as the library door flies open. 

“That’s not t-“ Lucienne is interrupted as a man storms down the aisle. 

“Where are they.”

Your head shoots up, you would recognise that voice anywhere. It’s him, he’s here. 

“Lucienne, where are they.” 

Even from behind, he is the most striking man you’ve ever seen. His hair is sticking up, black as always. He wears his robes; they make his shoulders looks strong.  You can’t tear your eyes away from him, or the Raven on his shoulder. It’s not Jessamy. 

“Lord, what do you mean?” Lucienne asks.

Dream takes a deep breath but he seems rattled. “I went to the address you gave me, the cottage. They were not there.” 

Luci goes to speak but he talks over her. 

“I have not seen my partner for 105 years.”  His voice is deep, threatening. “You will tell me where they are right now or you will face the consequences.”

“Uh, sir-“ The bird speaks, staring right at you. 

“Not now, Matthew.” Dream continues to look at Luci. “I have spent every day since my imprisonment thinking of them. Missing them. I will not wait a moment more.”  

“But sir,” the raven speaks again. “They’re here.”

He let’s out an irritated sigh, “Matthew, now is not the time.” He turns his head to address the bird but stops when he sees you, standing there.

Fresh tears run down your cheeks; your eyes wide as you look up at him. He looks back, frozen in his spot.

Then, a massive smile curls his mouth. Eyes glistening, he hastily comes forward. You wrap your arms around him and hold on so tightly, it would crush a mortal man. He cradles your head, holding it to his chest. 

You don’t know if you stood like that for a minute or 20 but eventually you pulled back. Your eyes meet each other, he’s crying. You’re crying. With one hand, you reach up and try to smooth down his hair. It doesn’t work. A smile sits on both your faces as you hold his chiselled jaw in your palm. 

His voice is deep, the echoes of it vibrating through your chest. “My love, I have missed you.”