Shireen Baratheon
Castle Black – King's Tower
Shireen moaned softly as Aemon's hands moved over her and he kissed her with passion. She let out a gentle sigh as he finally broke the kiss and drew her closer. His hands rested gently on her waist, and for a moment, the world beyond seemed to fade away.
Their foreheads touched. She could feel the warmth of his breath and the steady beat of her own heart racing in her chest.
"You are staring at me again," she whispered, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
Aemon chuckled. "Can you blame me?"
A blush spread across her cheeks. Even now, after everything they had endured together, he could still make her feel like the most important person in the world.
His hand rose to brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The gesture was simple, yet it carried more tenderness than a hundred grand declarations.
Shireen leaned into his touch. "Sometimes I still think this is a dream."
"Then we are sharing the same dream," Aemon replied softly.
She smiled, and he returned it. The distance between them vanished as he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
She took in a deep breath. "Will you help me out of my dress?"
Aemon's red eyes sparkled. "If it pleases you, my Queen," he muttered.
She smiled and turned her back to him, her heart racing as his fingers brushed against her neck and moved aside her dark locks. After a moment, he began undoing the laces.
Lemon scene start
Once her dress was loosened, Aemon's fingers trembled slightly as he gently pushed the sleeves of Shireen's dress down her arms, revealing smooth, pale skin. The fabric pooled around her feet, leaving her clad only in a thin shift and corset that clung to her curves.
His breath hitched as he took in the sight of her, his gaze roaming over her form with reverent hunger. Slowly and deliberately, he reached out to untie the ribbon of her corset.
Shireen swallowed hard as the corset fell to the floor, her breasts now clearly visible beneath the thin shift. She stepped back and took a deep breath.
The first time a man will see me turly naked.
She pulled the shift over her shoulders.
She looked Aemon in the eyes as she stood naked before him.
Aemon stepped forward and leaned in, his hands grasping her hips. His rough palms pressed against her skin, sending goosebumps across her body.
"Shireen, you are like a lonely star in the night," he said before kissing her deeply.
He pressed himself against her and began placing soft kisses along the curve of her neck and shoulder. His hands skimmed down her sides, tracing the curves of her body. She moaned softly as he kneaded her ass gently.
Shireen arched into his touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he continued his gentle exploration.
Aemon stepped away, pulling off his overcoat and quickly discarding his tunic. Just as hurriedly, he stepped out of his trousers.
Although they had seen each other naked once before, it had not been in the context of what was happening now. She could truly appreciate the man standing before her.
Aemon's chest was lean and muscled, his pale skin marred only by two scars from the man who had cut him. The only other visible scar rested on his neck just above his collarbone.
He saw her staring at the scar and stepped closer, his hands coming to rest on her hips.
"I'm alright. We both are," he said softly, pressing his forehead against hers before pulling her flush against him.
"I know. Now make me yours," she muttered before kissing him deeply.
Aemon groaned as he lifted her into the air and placed her upon the bed, where they explored each other, both moaning as their hands touched places she had never expected to be touched.
Aemon lowered his mouth to her chest, kissing each breast. She had worried they were too small, yet Aemon never uttered a single complaint.
She moaned as his lips lingered there while his hands caressed her sides, hips, and thighs, touching every place he could reach. Shireen arched into his touch, her own hands exploring the planes of his back and shoulders.
Aemon continued downward, kissing along her stomach, his breath hot against her skin. He settled between her legs and looked up at her with eyes full of desire and tenderness.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured against her inner thigh.
Her breath hitched and her heart melted at his words.
Then he did something unexpected.
He kissed her between her legs.
Let out a moan of pleasure, as Aemon licked slowly up her folds of her womanhood. She heard him groaned at act, his tongue delving deeper to explore every inch of her. Before Aemon's tongue circled her clit, teasing her with gentle flicks and sucks. When a finger joined in, and slip inside her gently as he continued his relentless assault on her senses.
Shireen gasped and moaned, her hips lifting off the bed to press herself against his mouth. Her hands gripped his hair, holding him in place as waves of pleasure washed over her.
"Aemon... Aemon!" she cried out, her voice trembling with need. "Please..."
Aemon redoubled his efforts, sucking hard on her clit as he pumped his finger gently in and out. The coil inside Shireen tightened, winding tighter and tighter until...
With a final flick of his tongue, she shattered. Shireen screamed his name as ecstasy crashed through her, her body convulsing with the force of it. Aemon moved up her body and kissed both her breasts, and murmurs of praise as she rode out her climax.
She was coming back from that bliss, as she found herself being kissed and tasting herself on his lips, and blushing as Aemon continued stimulating her womanhood.
"Aemon," She moaned, and gave out a contented sigh. Shireen looked at him then, looked at him with a heated face. "That thing that you did with your mouth, what was that?"
Aemon smiled at her fondly, brushing a strand of her hair aside. "That was called the lord kiss. Or King kiss I suppose in this instants."
Shireen kissed him then. "I liked it, but King Aemon. Make yours now, make a woman."
Aemon kissed her again deeply, pressing himself against her. "Your wish is mine command."
Aemon's eyes darkened with desire as he positioned himself between Shireen's thighs. He kissed her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers in a passionate dance. "My love," he murmured against her lips. "I'm yours," she murmured back.
He reached down, guiding himself to her entrance. She gasped a little as she felt his manhood press against her maidenhead. "Are you ready?" He asked as he looked at her intently.
"I'm, make yours." She replied, with a slight quiver in her voice, as she pulled him closer and felt him press against her. With a gentle thrust, he broke through the barrier of her maidenhead. Shireen cried out and took in a deep breath, as her nails dug into his shoulders at the flash of the pain. She closed her eyes, yet it wasn't as bad as she expected it to be.
She felt him stretching her, yet her own wetness was there as he had prepared her well; she soon relaxed in his arms. He paused and looked at her then. "How do you feel?"
She looked and blinked as she felt some wetness escape her eyes. "Good, you feel good, but a bit strange."
"Shall we go on?" he asked. "Yes," Shireen muttered as she pulled him closer and felt him move deeper within her, making her moan as she kissed him deeply.
Aemon began to move within her, his thrusts slow and gentle at first. He watched her face intently, gauging her reactions and adjusting his pace accordingly. "You're so tight," he murmured, his breath coming in short gasps. "So perfect around me."
Shireen's hands roamed over his back and shoulders, feeling the play of muscles beneath her fingertips. She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, the initial discomfort fading as pleasure took its place. Although not as it had been when his tongue was between her legs.
"Aemon," she breathed, her voice filled with wonder. "It feels good. Different from before, but good. Feels amazing."
Aemon's pace quickened, his movements becoming more urgent. The sound of their lovemaking filled the room, flesh against flesh, their ragged breathing, and Shireen's soft moans.
"I love you," Aemon gasped out between kisses. "I love you too." Shireen wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer still.
It was odd to think that this man she knew for such a short while, whom she loved, but in this moment she didn't care.
Shireen noticed Aemon's thrust become more ragged. "Shireen, I'm close." He groaned into her neck. She smiled as a quick thought of the little babe of hers and his came to mind.
"Inside, all of it."She murmured to him, and at that moment, Aemon's body tensed. She felt his muscles go rigid beneath her touch. With a final, shuddering thrust, he spilled himself deep inside her, his release pulsing hot and thick, within her.
Lemon end
They collapsed together, Aemon's face buried in the crook of Shireen's neck. Their bodies trembled with the aftermath of their lovemaking, their hearts racing in sync.
"My love," Aemon whispered hoarsely.
"My love indeed," she muttered back.
Sadly, Aemon eventually pulled away, leaving her feeling empty as he lay beside her on the bed.
He lifted his head to look at her.
"I never thought I would marry and have this," he murmured.
She smiled and rested her head on his chest. "Me neither, or at least not in this way. Perhaps if my father had taken the throne, some would have wanted to marry me because I would have been his heir, at least until he had a son. But finding love? No."
Aemon kissed her. "Does that scare you?"
"What does?"
Aemon smiled fondly. "This love that we share. This connection that formed over such a short time."
"No, it doesn't. I feel safe. I suppose the one thing that scares me is losing you."
"Well, you do not have to worry about that. I will not leave unless I must. Not while there is still work to do for the realm and the future I wish to build." He replied, kissing her forehead.
"What future do you wish for?"
"One where the realm is united, and the evils of the world, and done to our families and us are gone. One where we are happy. And perhaps, if the gods are kind, a child or two. Or however many you wish to give me."
Shireen's heart warmed at his words. She pulled closer and kissed him deeply. "That's a good future. One I will happily help you build."
After they talked a little longer, Shireen eventually fell asleep in his arms.
Aemon Targaryen
That night in the Kingstower
He walked alone through a throne room black as night. There were no walls, no torches only endless dark stretching out beyond the stone beneath his boots. He could not hear his footsteps, yet he knew they echoed. The air clung to him like fog, heavy and still.
Ahead, the floor sloped upward toward a seat of stone, vast and jagged, as if carved from dragonglass. It rose like wings, dragon wings. Upon it sat a woman.
She was young. Silver hair flowed about her shoulders like moonlight on water. Her eyes burned with violet fire. She did not speak. She did not move. But she saw him, and he knew her.
"A dragon has three heads," something hissed inside his skull, soft and urgent.
He turned his gaze upward.
Above her, three dragons circled in silence.
One black as shadow, with eyes like bright rubies. One emerald, with wings tipped in bronze. One pale golden horns and wings. Mix with cream white, a shimmer in the void. They moved without sound, save for the slow beating of three hearts.
To his right stood Shireen, watching in the same silence as him and the women.
Above her wheeled Silverwing, her wings pale as mist. And above him soared Nightwing, his dragon. The largest of them all. His eyes glinted green. His scales were black as coal, glistening in the dark.
And then, all the dragons opened their jaws and breathed flame.
Their fire rose toward the sky, and above them blazed the sigil of House Targaryen, three-headed, red and burning bright red against the black.
"A dragon has three heads," the voice whispered once more, close as breath.
Aemon woke with a gasp, sweat cold upon his skin. Beside him, Shireen stirred, eyes wide and wet with the remnants of the same dream. Yet, even with a dream on his mind, he smiled. As for the first time in his life, he had his wife waking up beside him. Shireen Baratheon, who would have thought that after what happened after the war between his father and Robert, a Targaryen and Baratheon, would marry again. Yet here he was, with two dragons, and if his family was to believe his Rhaenys, and especially after the dream they just had, that belief was reinforced.
"What was that?" She asked, and he had some inclination. "I have some idea. I never told you the full story of what my parents and the others talked about after I died."
"I know you told me some, like off the Blackfyre, pretending to be your brother," Shireen replied. "True, yet they also told me I had to protect my Rhaenys, that I left her alone in the North, in danger of the Red Witch. Knowing what I know and your connection to Sliverwing, I'm quite sure that it is you. Then there is this connection that I feel for you, and I think that part of the reason why I feel how I feel."
"So, you only love me because of dreams." She asked, and Aemon saw the sadness in her eyes. "No, I know who you are, you are my wife, Shireen Targaryen, and you are you, pretty, kind, gentle, smart, brave, and loving. That's also why I love you, even if this connection I feel is part of the reason I feel them so strongly." He said as he kissed her passionately.
"Thank you, I feared it was only that. It's partly true for me as well. I felt so strong, I didn't know where it came from. I think, as you said, it's part of it. I do think they increase all your good qualities." She noted after they parted from the kiss.
"Oh, and what good qualities are those?" He asked with a smug smile. "Well, you are brave, kind, smart, handsome, steadfast, and a leader of men, I do believe in."
"Well, thank you," Aemon replied with a chuckle. "As for the rest of the dream, or wherever I was with my parents. They also told me about my Visenya: that she was alone in the southeast. I think that woman we saw with her own dragons might be her. Although I do not know the location."
Shireen looked at him for a moment; he saw that she was deep in thought. "So, you plan to take another wife. To like Aegon the Conqueror did?"
"What, I never planned to, yet I can't ignore the dreams, or what my family said at that time, I died and was awakened afterward. Nore would I do anything without your permission in those regards." He said as he kissed her again.
Then Shireen's eyes glinted with desire. "Well, you'd better prove it too me husband."
Aemon's eyes widen at her words, and he grinned.
"You know, with those words, you are making it difficult for me not to take you right now. You are far too enticing." He growled as he kissed and pulled her close. "I, I'm?" Shireen replied, grinning.
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"Yes," He said, and soon he found himself on top of her, kissing her with vigor. His hands roamed her slim body, and her breasts were perfect in his hands. "Aemon," Shireen moaned.
He pulled back from her and looked down, and then Shireen opened her legs, and looked at her pretty, cunt wish was well-shaven. Not the red bush that Yigritte had. Let's taste before I take her again. He mused at the sight.
"Oh, Aemon," Shireen began, and she shuddered in pleasure as he did his work with his tongue fingers.
He went on, his tongue and later a finger made work of Shireen. Not much later, He felt her shudder and moan loudly in pleasure. "Enjoy it, wife," he said as he climbed up toward her head and kissed her. "Yes, very much," She said as the kiss broke apart.
"You taste wonderful." He added as he aligned himself with her cunt.
"Fuck," he groaned as he softly slid into her wetness. Damn, she was still tight. He groaned inwardly. "Aemon," Shireen moaned softly. At the word, he began to move. "So good." He moaned.
"Shireen," he moaned as he moved more quickly. "Aemon, my love," Shireen murmured through the kisses. She helped as she closed her legs around his waist, as he devoured her, needing her. His movements became more ragged as he came close to finishing. "Shireen," he growled as he finished and spent his seed inside her, thrusting a couple more times before collapsing on top of her.
End Lemon
"Well, I hope that was good for you. I know this need is now part of what is happening to us, yet I do not care. I love feeling this instinctive need for you," he murmured after lying down beside her.
"Oh, I agree, Aemon. And what you did was enjoyable for me as well. Even if I feel a little sore, it is a good ache."
He smiled and kissed her again before rolling to the edge of the bed.
"As much as I wish to do that a couple more times, it is time to get out of bed and break our fast. We still need to prepare for our journey to reclaim the North and deal with the Weeper."
"I know," Shireen replied with a sigh.
She hugged him from behind, and together they climbed out of bed and began dressing themselves.
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