Your vampire boyfriend sinking his teeth into your neck while you’re fucking. His fangs piercing the fragile skin. It’s a hot pop of pain and then a numb, pleasant suction.
You’re sitting in his lap while he fucks up into you with those unrelenting thigh muscles, holding you by the nape in one hand and playing with your little dick with the other.
Your hips stutter and you breathe out a moan as he sucks harder on your neck, drawing more blood from you, needing more. You grind blissfully against him, tugging at his hair.
The more he takes from you, the harder he fucks you, the more you feel yourself drenching his thighs, the sheets. Delirious and panting and moaning as things start to get warm and fuzzy around the edges.
He stops drinking from you only when he starts to feel your body slacken in his hands. He faces you with a blood stained mouth and black eyes. You blink dazedly as his face starts to go fuzzy, darkness invading the corners of your vision. He looks so perfect.
“Poor thing,” he murmurs, cradling your face in his hands. “I took too much.”
The next thing you know you are blinking into consciousness, fuzzy and dazed as a wave of pleasure crashes over you, a warm tongue tasting you, sucking on you. You choke out a moan, your thighs twitching as he holds them apart, humming against your pussy.
“That’s it pet, lay there and relax.” He cooes, as if you had another choice.
Your eyes flutter shut again as you melt into his mouth, his touch. When you feel a sharp nip and a pinch at your thigh, and his mouth close around the wound, you can only moan.
“I’ll be careful this time,” he promises against your thigh. “If you only knew how sweet you taste.” His voice has that primal edge it gets when he’s been drinking from you.
“Take it, it’s yours,” You manage to get out through heavy lips.
He smiles up at you, starting to rub slow circles on your swollen clit. As you whimper and grind weakly up into his hand he laughs softly.
“That’s my sweet pet, so good for me. My special thing,” He plants a soft kiss to your hip before sinking his teeth back into the soft meat of your thigh.
haha what if we had. a sleepover and it's like super cold outside so we HAVE to cuddle for warmth and then like. like it would be so funny if my hands started tocreep inside of your. shirt and you startedmoaning in my ear and suddenly we're dry humping and making out sloppy style. what if hahahaha what if guys
Author's note: Reader is the youngest child of Viserys Targaryen and Alicent Hightower.
Warnings: Incest, Somnophilia, Smut.
It is a light, rare Arbor that was served at the feast to celebrate the third wedding anniversary of your older siblings King Aegon and Queen Helaena that lulls you to a deep and dreamless sleep. Perhaps you've had a cup too many.
Returning to your bedchambers, inebriated and giddy, you asked your handmaiden to draw you a bath before having her undress you and soak in the water scented with rose and lavender oils. After your bath, you crawled into your bed, rejecting the light linen smallclothes your handmaiden had chosen for you for the night. It was a warm, summery night in King's Landing and you preferred to sleep bare beneath your silk sheets, sinking into a seemingly endless sleep moments after your head touched your pillow.
It doesn't take long for him to come.
Sneaking in through a concealed door within the walls of your chambers, your older brother, Aemond Targaryen finds you sleeping soundly.
His eye takes in the peace that is etched across your features, your full lips parted as you breathed quietly. Your long, dark hair spread like a halo around your head, something you inherited from your mother, Queen Mother Alicent Hightower. You were the only one amongst your siblings who had inherited dark hair instead of the silvery Targaryen mane.
A rare hint of a smile ghosts across Aemond's lips upon seeing your tranquility. Your precious innocence.
His little sister.
With deliberation, he slowly brushes a stray lock of your hair away from your face to better see you in the moonlight. Gods, you were angelic.
His touch did nothing to awaken you and his smile morphed into a smirk, the realisation that you were fast asleep that even his touch didn't rouse you. On any other night, you were acutely perceptive to his touches...
Perhaps it is the wine, Aemond mused, peeling away his own clothes until he was as bare as you. Hunger grew in him, his hands gently prying away the sheets you lay tangled in, crawling into your bed. Even the caress of the night air upon your bare skin did nothing to wake you up.
Let me see how long it takes, he wondered, starting to lay a path of kisses along your neck, smiling at the hitch in your breath.
He hummed against your breast, drawing your creamy skin between his lips to suck a bruise. Adding to the smattering of marks he always left behind.
Nipples hardening under the ceaseless circling of his calloused thumbs, you shifted, a quiet moan leaving your lips as your legs fell open to him.
"Do you dream of me, little sister?" he asked, before drawing the taut peak of your breast into his mouth. Hearing your sigh was answer enough for him, his hands running along your slender thighs, spreading them open.
Tendrils of pleasure slowly bloomed in the pit of your belly, arousal starting to pool between your aching folds. Aemond moaned at the growing scent of your sweetness, drawing from your breasts to admire how your nipples glistened with his saliva in the moonlight.
Still, you remained firmly in the realm of oblivion, letting him kiss his path along your waist. Lower and lower, until...
"Mmm..."
He was intoxicated by the taste of you, boldly licking into your cunt, his eye never leaving your face.
Features contorted into an almost agonized expression, he adored the way you bit your lip, a frown furrowing your brows. Your chest rose and fell in sharp breaths, his mouth ravenous against you. Drinking every drop of arousal he could coax out of you. He could feel you breaking, your moans increasingly desperate, your body on the very brink...
Suddenly, your eyelids fluttered open and you gasped, startled. Aemond's hands caught your flailing wrists in an instant and he drew reluctantly away from between your legs.
"Hush, little one, it is only me."
"A-Aemond..." you breathed before he was kissing you awake, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Opening for him in submission, you let him kiss you with a ferocity that came naturally to him. Yielding to him entirely.
Once you had calmed, he released your wrists, your mouths breaking away, panting. Immediately, your hands flew to the patch covering his lost eye to discard it, revealing the sapphire underneath it.
Cupping his face, you kissed the scarred flesh around the jewel before finding his lips again.
He met you again, in a deeper, more languid kiss, the two of you moaning in unison. Yearning to become one.
"Please," you begged. "I need you inside me..."
He slid into you with ease, all the way to the hilt. Tears sprang into your eyes at the sudden fullness, your head falling back against the pillow.
You drew him into the enclosure of your arms, something that had been his sanctuary for years.
"Little dove," he groaned into your ear, and the quiet break in his resolve was evident in his voice. And in the frantic pace he had set.
You knew that he was only ever this desperate and wanting for you. No one else.
And you craved him equally.
"I'm right here, Aemond. I'm yours..."
He snarled, plunging unceasingly into your velvety walls, the precision and swiftness startling you. There'd be time for gentle lovemaking until the dawn broke. But for now, you both were in great need of completion.
Clutching at his shoulders, you braced for the impending crescendo that would shatter you both, chasing the feeling of euphoria with him.
"Look at me, little one..."
His words made you realise that in the midst of the pleasure, your eyes had fallen shut.
You met his gaze, your thumb running down the centre of his lower lip, mimicking a Valyrian wedding custom. He mirrored the gesture against your lip and you knew you both weren't going to be able to last much longer.
Hurriedly, you moved to kiss him, breaking first with a moan into his mouth.
He broke mere seconds later and you sighed at the feeling of him spilling so much into you...
Basking in the afterglow, you lay in his arms, tracing the High Valyrian alphabets spelling love into his chest right above his heart.
Aemond knew he'd have to leave when the morning came, but for this moment, the two of you had each other.
"Avy jorrāelan, byka mēre," he breathed, finally feeling a sense of peace.
Yknow if ur feeling generous you could fuck them to sleep, give them something nice to dream about maybe. Their sleepy little noises are so cute and they’ve been soo good
