Visenya rushed down the halls from the infirmary, making her way to the small council room where Aemond was severely questioned by his mother and grandsire. He was thankfully unharmed. It was Daemon and Visenya that walked away with bloody faces.

"- And you think that was an appropriate response?" Otto asked. Visenya stopped before the doors, not making herself known but listening to their words.

"She is my wife! He came here to attack her and I shall not let that stand. He laid his hand on her and the next person to do so shall find themselves without a hand."

Visenya smiled at Aemond's words.

"But you still attacked another prince, Aemond."

"And where was this reaction to Baela and Rhaena when they attacked me for merely claiming a dragon? Where is the justice for Visenya?"

"The girl that took your eye?" Otto scoffed.

"She's not the one that started that fight. But we let Daemon go unpunished for choking her before her wedding, this could not. I would not allow and I won't allow it again."

"Aemond, you know I trust your skills but daemon could run circles around any warrior with his skills. He could have hurt you more than you did to him," Alicent spoke.

"And it would have been worth it, Mother."

There was a silence in the room and Otto scoffed. "You actually love her don't you?"

"You scoff as if you think of love as pointless and unwise, Grandsire."

Don't make enemies, Aemond. We need him for now.

"Love is a child's game in comparison to the real game. Do not forget that, boy."

"My love for that girl is what's going to put us on the throne, don't forget that. And good luck finding a backup. We are your backup. You will never get Aegon on that throne and Daeron couldn't be less interested. If you want an equal opponent to Rhaenyra, it is her."

Visenya's face was bright red from the blushing, his words making her fall more in love with him. Aemond believed in her without question. Aemond jumped between her and a man he know could easily beat him without a second thought for her. Her Aemond.

"Consider this a warning, boy. Go."

Aemond left the room before she had a chance to move and he almost ran into her. He stared down at her in confusion and rose a brow. "Spying again, Niece?"

"Maybe I was, Husband," She whispered in return and he did well at hiding the shock on his face. She rarely called him that behind closed doors.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly, cupping her cheek and carefully stroking his thumb over her broken nose.

"Fine enough. Resetting it was awful."

"Hm. Next time, let me do it. I have had to reset my own and Aegon's after sparring matches. I happen to think I am better at it than the damn maester."

She rose a brow. "Next time?"

"Well, let's hope there won't be a next time. Now let's leave this hall before I skin my Grandsire where he stands." Aemond placed his hand on her back to lead her forward before she sucked in a breath. Now or never.

She reached for his hand and intertwined their fingers. A fluttering sensation within her stomach made her smile and he was watching her.

"You are blushing like a schoolgirl. Something on your mind, Visenya?"

She shook her head. "Just ... thank you, Aemond."

Aemond's brow raised, not sure how to respond. "You never have to thank me for that, Visenya. You are my wife and you don't get to handle your struggles alone. I should have known something was askew when you rushed off to land. How did you know?"

"I heard Caraxes. When you live on Dragonstone with him, you learn that roar more than any other. I could hear him before I ever saw him."

Aemond nodded and walked the halls with her, squeezing her hand. The silence filled the air with unsaid promises.

When they reached their room, Visenya stepped in with shaking hands. She wanted him. The desire she felt forming was intense enough to make her combust. The fire within her needed oxygen to stay strong and Aemond was that oxygen. He fed her quickly growing confidence, he supplied her with this new feeling of safety. She owed him much and more.

Once Aemond shut the door, he looked at her with concern. "Why are you shaking? You don't have to be afraid."

"It is not Daemon I fear," She mumbled.

She turned to face him. He seemed confused as he searched her eyes for the answer but she didn't offer it to him. She practically ran into his arms before she could stop herself and let her insecurities take over, wrapping her legs around his waist as he held her with ease and confusion.

"I love you, Aemond. I love you more than I love the sea, more than I love the sky, more than I love the oxygen to breathe. I love with so much intensity that it hurts."

And she crashed her lips into his.

His lips met hers with a matched intensity, a matched passion that he immediately caught onto. She wrapped her arms around his neck and she kept her legs around his waist, her riding leathers rubbing against his.

She finally pulled apart for air and rested her forehead against his, the ache returning between her legs.

"Visenya -"

She nodded her head. "I know. I know and I am sorry. I am sorry for making you wait so long, for making this so difficult."

"I still get to wake next to you every morning, it could be worse," He whispered, nuzzling his nose against her.

"Aemond, I ..." She closed her eyes, her cheeks blushing again.

"No, I can't. You are emotional and I could take advantage -"

"I have never thought as clearly as I do now. I just don't understand any of it but I want to. I want to learn it with you."

A guttural moan escaped his lips and she felt a hardness beneath his breeches. She never got a look at his cock the night of their wedding and she was too busy crying to truly feel it or enjoy it.

"If we get started and you change your mind, I need you to be honest with me, my love."

He sat her on the edge of the bed and sat next to her. She was placing a lot of trust in him, she was entrusting him with her pleasure. Not that it was pleasurable for the woman. She wasn't expecting much out of it. But could she even trust her mother's lessons on the subject?

"I promise," She nodded. "This is for you. I want you to be happy."

Aemond tilted his head before a realization hit him. "Wait - you think this is only pleasurable for the man? Do you know anything about this?"

She shook her head. "I know that I feel weird in my stomach and between my legs," She admitted bashfully.

"Fuck," He groaned, palming his erection through his trousers. "I really won't last long with you, my darling. My sweet Visenya."

She was kissing him again within moments, his hands around her throat. They start trailing down, his voice groaning every time she made a whisper. Everything was leaving her hypersensitive. Just a touch on her shoulders and she was on fire. Pleasure hums through her with every stroke of his tongue against her own, this new feeling quite enjoyable, every brush of his fingers against her lower back. She never would have found a tongue so erotic.

He pulls her closer and groans into her skin, his lips trailing to her neck. Aemond's grip on her hip is near-bruising, every squeeze causing a sharp intake. Her body feels warm, buoyant, filled with cutting heat that is all no new to her. And she loves every second.

His fingers finally find the binds on her leathers and he is quick to remove them. "May I undress you?" He asked softly.

"Yes," She breathed.

He pulled the ties from her top and slowly removes them, giving her time to object if she changes her mind. But she doesn't. She is terrified but more sure than she ever has been with him. It hurt her wedding night and she feared it would hurt again. But she supposed after pushing a dead child from her body, that wouldn't feel the same.

She was finally exposed above her waistline and Aemond's eye were locked on her breasts. Naturally, with her pregnancy, her breasts had changed into something they had never been before but Aemond didn't seem to care. He stared as if committing them to memory, he wasn't even blinking.

He finally placed his hand over her breasts and let his thumb rub over her pebbled nipple, the sensation making her moan. His other hand trailed down her abdomen until he reached her pants line and she started squirming.

"Are you alright?" He immediately stopped and asked.

She nodded. "Yes, something must just still be there from the miscarriage. It feels ... sensitive between there." She was definitely a blushing mess.

Aemond scoffed. "My fucking cunt sister. She didn't teach you anything, did she?"

Visenya shook her head. "Just how to take it and make sure it's good for him ... well, you."

Aemond sighed and pressed his lips to her forehead. "Visenya, I want you to lay back and close your eyes, and I want you to just feel whatever happens. Just enjoy whatever feelings you think are strange."

Visenya watched him hesitantly.

"Visenya, do you trust me?"

She nodded. "Yes."

"Then just listen, okay?" He was being so gentle, the normal Aemond was a stranger compared to this version.

Visenya lay back on the bed and Aemond pulled her hips to the edge. She closed her eyes as he pulled her trousers down and she hissed at the cool air meeting her bare skin. This left her completely bare in front of him, handing over all vulnerability and trust.

Aemond knelt in front of the bed and pulled her legs over his shoulders. Her breathing was more erratic, confused by whatever was about to happen. And then he kissed her down there.

"Oh fuck!" She hissed, the feeling blinding and he had barely touched her

"Just like that. Good girl. Just feel it. This is completely natural. That's your clit. I will make sure you know everything by the end of this because your pleasure is all I care about. Forget every fucked up thing our mothers spoke of. There is pleasure for women and I am going to make sure you feel it."

She nodded and kept her eyes closed. Whatever she prepared for didn't do justice. When he wrapped his lips around her clit, her eyes rolled back behind the lids. He gave a small suck and his finger pushed passed her folds to tease her entrance and she was a squirming mess, biting the back of her hand to keep from screaming.

"I want to hear you, Visenya. It's only natural for your body to react this way, just give in to it. Stop resisting."

He pushed a finger into her cunt and she let out a mangled moan, her thighs clenching around his head as he kept licking and sucking on her clit. Her toes were curling and her hands fisting the sheets while she allowed herself to feel what Aemond was giving her.

It was euphoric. The way his tongue was working against her clit was making her vision so blurry and her heart so fast she felt something strange like something was about to snap. Almost like she needed to relieve herself but so good. She felt so slick and wet like she just needed to explode.

"Visenya, I'm going to do something and when you feel like something needs to release, just let it happen. Okay, sweet girl?" He asked and she nodded.

He had three fingers in her now and angeled them to hook in her, hitting a new spot in her that make her scream. Whatever he spoke of her releasing was now a reality and a full-body reaction. Her body tensed up before she felt a blissful explosion between her legs and Aemond was gripping her thighs to keep her grounded.

She was still panting by the time she felt herself coming down from the climax that shook her body.

Aemond stood up and she saw the wet spot on his trousers. "Sīkudi Nopāzmi, dohaeragon nyke."
Seven hells, help me.

Visenya tilted her head. "What ... is that?"

He looked down and make a nice that was a cross between a scoff and a chuckle. "That made me come, Visenya. You made me come."

She blushed furiously as he removed his trousers and leaned to hover over her. "You are my own brand of sin. Those moans will be in my dreams, the scent and taste of you are branded into my brain like a core memory. I can not live a day without you, not now. You have given me your desires and I give you my undying fidelity."

She reached up to cup his cheeks. "Good. Because I ... I want you to fuck me, Aemond. Please."

He groaned at her words and leaned forward to kiss her, his lips more urgent and his patient demeanor disappearing.

But she kept looking at his cock. She hadn't seen it before and she had never seen one but she knew she lucked out with Aemond. He was big.

"You're ... big."

"You can take it."

She nodded and took a deep breath. "I trust you."

"But if you need to stop at all or things hurt, I need you to tell me, Visenya. Can you do that, sweetheart?"

She nodded. He grabbed her hands and they intertwined their fingers and he pinned her hands above her head, slowly entering her. Her mouth flew open as a strangled cry came from her, his cock filling her until she was completely full.

He stayed there for a moment, catching his breath and letting her do the same. There wasn't the same pain as the first time but there was a bit mixed in with the immense pleasure she was feeling.

She rolled her hips against his to test the waters and found that it was just the right move. He moved one of his hands down to cradle her cheek while he started thrusting, the curves of his cock sliding against her walls with delicious pleasure.

She was on a whole other plane of existence. How could her mother not go over anything with her? If she was to be taught to give pleasure to her husband, then at least inform her that pleasure was possible with herself. For fuck's sake, she at least heard of women touching themselves but she never understood.

And just like with everything else, it was Aemond. Aemond made her feel safe, comforted, valued, important, worthy, and now pleasured. He came into the space of her heart and instead of building her up into what he wanted, he gave her the space to be what she wanted and still support her. She was a scared girl all alone and he came into the empty room to hold her.

He had learned. When she first came back to King's Landing, he had wanted to tear her down until he saw her. He saw Visenya Targaryen, not Visenya Velaryon. She missed Laenor more than anything but she was not a Velaryon. She was a dragon.

And now she was Aemond's dragon. They were one now like any rider to dragon bond. Their souls were forever one, two flames that were now just one fire. A fire that would burn everything.

And right now, the fire was burning within. Her core was sensitive from her first climax and she was already about to explode again. It wasn't taking much but when his cock hit her deep enough to hit her cervix, she was clawing at his back - much to his satisfaction.

"Fuck!" He yelled.

She reached for his hand and placed it over her throat, a silent acknowledgment of seeing his darker habits. He seemed confused at first, wanting to only be gentle with her.

"I want you, Aemond," She whimpered. "I see you. I love you gentle and tender but I know you, Husband."

He is about to argue when she accidentally clenches around him and he loses his coherency. His hand tightens around her neck - not enough to hurt or choke her - and his thrusts grow quick and hard.

The air leaves her lungs as her pulse increases, the stars reappearing in her vision. She is about to release again and he knows it.

"Come for me. I need to feel you clench around my cock like the good girl you are. I want to see your face as you come around me," He says, sucking on her neck between words. His words are her undoing.

She squeezes him so hard she's afraid to hurt him but it seems to be his own undoing. He is cursing and yells as she feels him unload into her, giving her a strange arousal as she felt his seed claim her.

He lay next to her, trying to catch his breath and he pulled her flush against him. He was still in her, his cock less hard than before. It was an intimate moment that created a closeness Visenya wanted to hold onto. This moment right here, this bliss. She wanted to bottle up the intense love she felt.

"This is just the beginning," He whispered. "Part of me wonders if I could ever love you more than I do at this moment and I know I will. Our love is different."

"One that can only grow stronger," She nodded and laid her head on his chest, her hand on his abdomen.

"I thought getting you on that throne was my main priority," He chuckled.

"It's not anymore?" She grinned

"No. Unlocking every pleasure point on your body is. I want to learn you inside and out. I want to keep you in this bed until I kiss every inch and figure out which spots turn you on most. I want to devour you, I want to worship you with every breath I draw."

She closed her eyes, smiling as she realized this was the first time they actually held one another in bed.

"Could you settle for holding me until I fall asleep?"

"I could settle for an eternity with you and It still won't be enough."

o.m.g. WE MADE IT Y'ALL!!!!!!I have never written such a long smut chapter but I hope it is everything you all wished for and more and was swell enough.

ps: I have the small assumption this chapter will have the most comments and I am so ready for the unhinged chaos hehehe