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."

"Good," She smirked. She clenched her eyes shut and fisted the sheets as his hips snapped into her rapidly. She never lasted long with him but this felt like one of his passionate fucks, ones that he needed her more than oxygen, ones filled with every ounce of love he felt for her. Ones that made him beg to -

"Let me put another baby in you, please." Yep. She knew it was coming.

"Almost, baby, I'm almost ready for another."

The groan from his throat caused her to squeeze harder with an incoming orgasm. And like usual, he waited to come until she did. And when they both came, she swore she saw stars for real this time. He rolled off in a way that ensured he was still in her, something he had become obsessed with. He'd sleep with his cock buried in her every night if he could.

"How does that keep getting better?" He panted, closing his eye.

She pulled off of him - which caused an adorable whine - and walked to the basin to wash the sweat off her forehead. He bit his lip as he watched her walk around the room. "How do you get more beautiful?"

"How drunk off sex are you?" She giggled.

"I'm serious, Visenya. This body of yours has become irresistible since you had the twins. The full hips and thighs are my Vice. I'd fight battles and burn down cities just to bury my face between those luscious thighs."

She threw the rag at him with a blush. She loved her body for what it did: carried and birthed her two most favorite little ones. But she did sometimes miss how much smaller she was. Which was strange because even now she was petite and underweight. She was surprised no one had caught on to her eating habits - or lack of.

"You're just insatiable," she said, pulling her robe on and laying back next to him, laying on him as he wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm in love, Visenya."

"Hm," she chuckled.

He placed his hand over her mouth. "Shh, pretend to be asleep," he said before closing his eye. She played along once she realized what he was doing.

Two sets of little feet could be heard on the other side of the door. Visenya made sure they were both covered by the sheets and then the door started to creep open. Visenya suppressed her smile.

"Shh," Maegor whispered to Laenor as they walked to the bed. The pitter-patter of their feet was louder than they realized but they thought they were sneaky.

They simultaneously helped each other onto the bed while Aemond and Visenya pretended to sleep. They both giggled as they crawled up to them and Visenya suddenly roared and they both 'woke up' to pull them down into their arms.

"No!" Maegor giggled. "Laeny, help!"

"I can't!" She laughed as Aemond tickled her arms.

Visenya kept Maegor in her arms, kissing all over his cheeks. "Do you really think I am going to let you go? You are Mama's favorite boy."

"Not fair, I thought I was." Aemond pouted.

"You are my favorite man. Does little Maegor look like a man to you?"

"Yes!" Maegor shouted.

"Hm, I don't even see Maegor. Where is he?" Aemond asked.

"RIGHT HERE!" He yelled.

"Shame, I rather liked that boy. I will miss him," Aemond sighed.

"Papa, Maegor is by Mama."

"Nuh-uh," Aemond mumbled. 

"Yes huh! Little Maggie," Laenora giggled.

"Don't call me Maggie!" Maegor shouted.

"But you scream like a girl."

"How do you know, you have no friends!" Maegor stuck his tongue out.

"Because Mama screams all the time at night."

"Okay!" Aemond suddenly said. "Apologize for being mean. Laenora, don't call him Maggie. Maegor, don't tell her she doesn't have friends. She has you and Jae and Jaehaera."

"What about baby cousin?" Maegor asked, laying between Visenya and Aemond. Thankfully Aemond was still covered under the sheets and Visenya was robed. 

"Baby cousin isn't born yet. So no name."

"If it's a girl, can we call her Maegora?" Maegor smiled. 

"I don't think Aunt Ellyn wants to name her baby Maegora," Visenya chuckled. 

"Rude," Laenora giggled, wrapping her arms around Aemond's neck. The sight both pleased and annoyed Visenya. Not annoyed in a serious way, but if Laenora was ever around, Aemond's affection was on her completely. Visenya wanted to be held too.

"What about Auntie Helaena's baby? She named him Maelor just for me."

Even though Maegor had nothing to do with Maelor's name, they let the poor boy believe so. Maelor was six months now and Maegor grew steadfast in his opinion on the name.

Even at only three years of age, Visenya believed they were the smartest children. Naturally, she was biased. They were her children after all. But they spoke so fluently despite the many errors they made. Aemond was a much better teacher, he had much more patience than she did.

But the bond was what made the twins special. Maegor called her Laeny most of the time and they never strayed away from one another. And not to mention their dragons. Veraxes and Verlys stayed by their crib for almost two years, something both Visenya and Aemond regretted. Because now there was no separating them from their dragons. The two dragons would often fly out to Blackwater Bay where Grey Ghost was seemingly teaching them how to dive and hunt for fish. 

So yeah, maybe Grey Ghost was a girl. That was a motherly act. 

"Where, oh where could my favorite little dragons be?" A voice sang from outside the door.

"Not here!" Laenora called.

"Laeny!" Maegor sighed.

"Well, well," Brella said from the doorway. "Imagine my surprise when I came to dress you and the room was empty!"

"Mama, save us!" Laenora said.

"Nope," Visenya smiled.

Brella took a look at Visenya and Aemond's disheveled state and smirked to herself. "Come on, little creatures, let your parents get up for the day and I will find you both some clothes that haven't been singed by Dragonfire."

The twins gave them each a kiss on the cheek before running back to their room. Brella smirked at Visenya and she rolled her eyes. "Thanks, Brella."

"I am not offering this for free. Now I am going to plant the idea of a sibling in their head and make them bother you."

"I've tried," Aemond groaned. 

"Aw, Vis, you know it chubs his meat when you're all big and pregnant."

"Seven fucking hells, Brella, go dress my children." Aemond sighed.

"I will. And then I have a date with your brother's cock."

Visenya stifled a snicker as Brella walked away. Aemond glared at her and shook his head. "Introducing them was an awful idea."

"Just be lucky she hasn't ended up pregnant with his bastard."

"Not yet."

-

"There you are!" Visenya smiled and wrapped her arms around her little brother.

"Sorry," Luke mumbled.

"You disappear a few days and don't leave your chambers, yes, I will worry."

"We are fine," Ellyn said behind him.

Ellyn was glowing. It had taken two years for them to finally consummate the marriage and a few months for her to quicken with child. In those first two years, Visenya had hired her own Maester to lie for her, a maester that falsely announced that Ellyn was just suffering miscarriages.

He was a young maester that had just finished training at the Citadel and was just trying to gain some more experience. Maester Munkun, he was called. He was trustworthy, and he was being well paid by Visenya. He also made plenty of moon tea.

"You look amazing, Ellyn, truly glowing."

"It's the sweat," She mumbled. 

"You look beautiful all the same," Helaena smiled from her chair, Maelor in her lap.

"What if I am bad at it? None of your children really prefer me."

"Laenora doesn't prefer anyone that isn't Aemond, and Maegor is tricky. He only like Helaena because he thinks she named Maelor after him. Trust me, my children are bad examples."

"Maelor and Maegor shall be great friends," Helaena smiled. "His egg has not yet hatched, but Morghul and Shrykos are reazting well to the twins. I admire your trusting nature to the twins' dragons."

"I just trust dragons. They won't seek humans first and if they do, maybe they are just helping the overpopulation."

"Vis," Luke laughed.

"My bad," She smiled, drinking wine from her cup. 

Lucerys was nervous. He still felt young and being a father just seemed scary. Ellyn wasn't exactly overly excited, she viewed it as a duty to be performed. But she was confident in her love for Lucerys. 

"MAMA!"

Visenya turned to see Maegor and Laenora running toward Visenya with Aemond behind them. The twins' faces were covered in soot and they looked like they'd been crying.

"Oh, heavens. What happened?"

"Well, who wants to explain?" Aemond frowned. "Guess I will. Our children tried mounting their dragons. Veraxes and Verlys were clearly unready to be mounted and freaked out. They didn't hurt the children but they did get too close to the fire."

Both twins started crying and Aemond very calmly explained why it wasn't safe and they weren't in trouble but they needed to stay away for now. A small punishment to keep them away from their dragons. And like always, they made up and everything was fine. Because Aemond was the best father she'd ever seen. 

And this was the life Visenya loved more than anything.