MATURE CONTENT WARNING – consensual sex

Tension ran high the next day, and every time I passed by a reflective surface, I couldn't help but stare at myself until my face morphed into Ser Criston's. "You need to stop doing that, Visenya," Aemond said, wrapping his arms around me.

I stared at his face through the bathing chamber mirror and sighed heavily. "I know," I grumble, "but everytime I look at myself I see his face."

Aemond spins me around to face him, placing one hand on my cheek and the other on my waist. My face warms at his touch, and I feel the nervous feeling in my stomach return–ever since we returned from Dragonstone, this feeling refuses to leave every time Aemond touches me. My body feels on fire, my hands begin to sweat, and I find myself daydreaming of his bare body, but Aemond would not touch me; he almost refuses to.

We have been close; his hand would creep its way up my nightgown while we slept, or his hand would sit lower on my back than intentioned, but every time I move, he pulls away. I know he is only trying to be respectful of my damaged body, but it's to the point where I might just beg him to touch me.

"You look nothing like him, my love," Aemond kisses my forehead, and his lips linger there for a second longer than expected, "you are beautiful."

His warm breath against my skin sends a shudder through my body–he's doing it again. I gently cup Aemond's face and pull his lips down to meet mine, kissing him passionately. At first, my husband is caught off guard by my bold actions and doesn't know how to react, but soon his hands grip my waist tightly, and he pulls me flush against his body. I can see my flashbacks to Aegon begin to crowd my mind, but I use all my strength to force them back–my only focus is Aemond.

We pull away from each other, breathless and eyes still shut tightly. "I did not expect that from you," Aemond whispers, his voice low it almost groans.

My hands grip the collar of his shirt tightly, and I open my eyes to meet his, his blue eye now darkened. "When do you think we will ever consummate our marriage?" I rush the words out of my mouth, barely above a whisper.

Aemond blinks at me in shock, and his mouth falls agape. We stand there, unmoving, for a long time before Aemond speaks, "when you feel it is time. I will not force you into it."

"But I am ready, Aemond," I said heatedly, "I hear the whispers about the Keep walls about how I am not with child yet. I feel as if I'm being driven to insanity."

Aemond takes a step back and looks upon me with astonishment. I feel myself shrink back under his piercing gaze. "So you wish for me to fuck you only for the sake of a child? Based on some senseless rumours?" His tone is one of pain and betrayal.

I shake my head and run my hands through my hair, the stress is overwhelming, and I feel as if I am sinking beneath the waves. "No, it's not like that," I almost cry, "I want you, and only you. For all that you are, all that you could be. I want us to truly be one body, one soul, forever until the I take my final breath and I am nothing but ash," my hands take Aemond's. I place one of his hands above my breasts to rest above my heart.

Aemond's eye casts to my hand above his, and I breathe heavily, waiting for his reply. I feel time slow to almost stop, and the world goes blurry behind him; my body is burning. Aemond gently removes his hand from my chest, and my arms fall limply at my sides as he steps back, almost out of the bathing room.

I am deflated, and my body is tired from all the energy I have just spent. My mind has grown weaker the longer I stay in King's Landing, and my body is starting to catch up. Tears form in my eyes as I watch Aemond turn his back on me, showing off his tense shoulders, and I take small steps forward until I am behind him.

Aemond's shoulders shake as he leans forward and places one hand on the couch's armrest at the end of our bed. My shaky hand makes contact with his shaking shoulder, and I can hear Aemond sniffing quietly. "Aemond?" I whisper, moving my body around to look at his face.

I watch as a tear rolls from his face and lands on the fabric of the couch–my heart splits in two. His eye cast to me, watery and filled with pain; one of his hands reached up and stroked my face gently. Aemond drops to his knees in front of me in a split second, rests his head on my belly, and holds my thighs tightly. "I don't want to hurt you," he whispered.

I lightly stroke his hair and hold him close to me. I can feel his warm breath through the fabric of my dress, hear his mumbled words in High Valyrian, and sense his hands delicately brushing the back of my thighs, just under my behind. I hum the lullaby Aemond sings for me to calm him down, which seems to work when he looks at me, eyes rimmed with tears.

"You could never hurt me," I tell him, behind down and kissing his forehead lightly, "shall we go to dinner now?"

Aemond nod's and I gently help him to his feet, wiping his tears and smoothing out his hair. He gives me a gentle kiss before we make our way to the dining hall, hands clasped tightly together.

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Two days have passed since Aemond and Visenya talked about the more intimate part of their marriage. Aemond still refuses to touch Visenya, afraid he will hurt her, but Visenya is getting tired of his games. They take longer to get out of bed in the morning or sleep at night because they are too preoccupied with studying every inch of the other's skin.

"When will you touch me?" Visenya breathlessly said between kisses.

It was another one of the couple's long mornings as Aemond's hands ran up and down Visenya's bare skin but refused to make contact with where she wanted his hands the most.

Aemond kissed her deeply again, earning a muffled moan from Visenya as her back arched, pressing their bodies closer together. One of Aemond's hands held Visenya's face while the other ran up her nightgown, lightly brushing her breasts and inner thigh.

Aemond pulled away from his wife, admiring the view beneath him. Visenya's long white hair was all over the silk pillows, her nightgown barely stayed on her body, and her blue eyes were darkened with lust. "Not today," Aemond said, bringing his lips to the base of Visenya's neck.

He placed a wet and long kiss at the sweet spot and felt Visneya's nails dig into his exposed arms. Aemond kissed her there again and listened to Visenya's breathing become heavy. When he returned for a third one, he sucked her skin lightly, hoping to leave a tiny mark–maybe this would prevent another man from looking in his wife's direction again.

Visenya's body was on fire, and she could feel an unusual feeling building between her legs. She was confused at this new sensation but knew it was good; her body wouldn't betray her. Visenya briefly thought back to how Aegon had treated her and how she had never felt this way–is this what sex between a man and woman was meant to feel like? If so, she wanted more.

"Tonight," Aemond whispered in Visenya's ear, "tonight I will show you what real pleasure is."

After this morning's adventures, the couple had gone their separate ways, but the other still occupied their minds. Visenya couldn't focus on her new letter home or the unique embroidery she was being taught; her mind constantly wandered back to her husband's words, and every time she thought about it, the warm feeling between her legs came back, and she was afraid she might have needed the bathroom.

Aemond was no better–his training today was a mess. His stance was off, he could barely hold the sword and was bested by some of the worst swordsmen in King's Landing. Aemond's mind kept drifting back to the sight of Visenya's body in her sheer nightgown and the feeling of her soft skin on his fingers; he couldn't wait to have all of her though he did not want to push her. He wanted her in every way a husband wants his wife, but if he forced her too far too quickly, it might never happen again. He needed to wait.

Unfortunately, the two did not cross paths before dinner. Aemond knew they wouldn't have made it if he had seen Visenya in their chambers before dinner. Aemond shifted in his chair uncomfortably, his pants growing tight, as he waited for his lovely wife to join him and his family for dinner. When Visenya entered the room, Aemond almost exploded right there.

Visenya's dress was a deep sapphire blue with gold embellishments around the neckline, bodice and wrists. It was just off the shoulders, exposing the small bruise on Visenya's neck, and the sleeves cascaded down to the floor to almost make a train–Aemond was in awe.

Visenya took her seat by her husband's side and shot him a friendly smile, but Aemond saw the true meaning of her outfit and smile–Visenya was playing his game. Aegon was shocked by the exchange between his brother and niece; he could see the love mark hidden under her betrothal necklace, which made his blood boil.

The couple ignored Aegon. Aemond placed a hand on Visenya's thigh, higher than expected and leaned in close, "you look breathtaking my love." Aemond's voice sent chills down Visenya's spine, and she blushed a deep crimson at his touch.

"Shall we say a prayer?" The Queen asked the table.

Everyone bowed their heads and closed their eyes, but Aemond had more unholy intentions for the meal set upon them. Once the prayer concludes and everyone began digging into their meals, Aemond's hand–which still rests under the table–starts pulling up the skirt on Visenya's dress. She shot him a wide-eyed look at his bold actions, and Aemond's eye silently asked Visenya if this was okay; Visenya did not reply and instead went back to serving her food but did not make Aemond stop. He's in the clear for now.

Aemond's hand is now resting on Visenya's bare thigh, and he can feel its effect on her. Visenya squeezes her legs together every time he moves, which confuses Aemond the first few times. Aemond looked to Visenya, who was engaging in conversation with Helaena and moved his hand again, looking for her reaction. As Aemond moved, Visenya's legs squeezed together again, but she made no sign to tell him to stop; he had to ask her if she was okay.

He leans in closes and whispers in her ear, "is this okay?"

Visneya's body tingles as she feels Aemond's hot breath against her cool skin; it takes everything in her not to shiver. That same feeling that's been bubbling all day has now been turned up, and it takes everything Visenya has not to end dinner early and go back to their chambers with him.

Throughout the rest of dinner, Aemond's fingers keep brushing the places Visenya wants them the most, and she has to restrain herself from moaning–though a few gasps leave her lips. These gestures and noises don't go unnoticed by Aegon, though. A small part of him feels proud of his brother, but most of him is jealous and angry. Aegon can see his brother's effect on Visenya and thinks to himself, 'why couldn't that be me?'. He was the one who stole her virtue, he was the one who claimed her, so why did she not react the same?

Just as dinner ends, the Queen gives a closing prayer, and Visenya couldn't be happier to leave–dinner had felt like forever. Aemond and Visenya walk out of the dining hall hand in hand, back to Aemond's chambers–both are anxious but excited for what is to come. Aemond could barely contain his lust as he looked upon his wife's bare collarbones and imagined her appearance without her dress.

Visenya could feel Aemond staring at her, her whole body ached for his touch on her skin again, but she had to wait. The door to Aemond's chamber was in sight, and Visenya almost dragged her husband, making Aemond chuckle. Aemond opened the door for her and let her inside first, but Visenya pushed him against it when the door closed and trapped his lips in hers.

Aemond was taken off guard by Visenya's sudden actions but complied nonetheless–he had been waiting all day for this. Aemond pushed himself off the door and walked them backwards until Visenya's legs hit the bed, and she buckled. Visenya giggles at her fall, and Aemond smiles at her beauty; he would kill to hear her laugh one last time. Visenya stands back up again and turns her back to him, pulling her hair out of the way so he can unbutton her dress.

Visenya lets out a breathy sigh when Aemond's warm fingers make contact with her cold skin, lingering for a moment after every button. She could feel her desire pooling between her legs and knew Aemond was taking his time to tease her. Aemond watched as his beautiful wife squirmed under his touch and knew he couldn't resist her long–he needed to taste her on his tongue and feel her on his fingers.

Aemond pushed the dress slowly from Visenya's body until it was a mess at their feet, and when she turned to look at him again, he melted. Her thin undergarments hid the body he had been waiting for all-day; he wanted her so badly that his pants tightened at the thought of her falling apart under his touch.

Visenya's hand began working on Aemond's vest's clasps, and he watched her intently. Visenya had been thinking about his bare chest all day that she removed his shirt like a woman starved. Visenya went to remove Aemond's shirt when his hands gently grabbed her wrists, "are you sure?"

She was confused, and she was more than sure that this was what she had wanted–she wanted him. Visenya nods, and then Aemond allows her to remove his shirt. Once his shirt is another mess on the floor, Visenya places her hands on his chest, feeling his body heat, and leans in for another kiss. Aemond stops her. At first, Visenya was confused until Aemond wrapped his arm around her waist and gently guided them back onto the bed until he hovered over her.

Their kiss is light at first, waiting for the other to stop, but when Visenya grips the back of Aemond's hair tightly, he goes in for more. She moans as Aemond's hand works its way over all parts of her body–her behind, her waist, her thigh; he doesn't even hesitate to grab her breast lightly. Visenya can feel the throbbing coming from between her legs and pushes up against Aemond, trying to relieve herself; this only makes Aemond pull away.

Visenya whines at the lack of contact from her husband, but soon his lips reconnect with her jaw and make their way down her neck. Every kiss Aemond leaves on her skin burns unlike anything she has ever experienced, and she was so lost in her desire she hadn't noticed Aemond had removed her undergarments until they hit the floor. Aemond looks up at Visenya–waiting for her to tell him to stop–but she doesn't.

"Please," Visenya begs, arching her back to make contact with Aemond's lips again.

Aemond smiles to himself and runs his finger up Visneya's side before he gently takes her breast in his hand and puts his lips around her nipple. Visenya moans loudly; she is sure the guards in the halls can hear her, but she is focused on only Aemond's mouth sucking on her sensitive nipple. Aemond seems pleased with himself and moves on to her other breast, repeating the process.

His free hand works its way down her body to grab her behind, forcing her hips up, so her cunt makes contact with his bare chest. Aemond looks at Visenya again, checking for any signs of discomfort, but he sees her head thrown back in pleasure instead. Aemond removes his mouth from Visneya's sensitive nipple, and she looks down at him, frowning.

"Why did you stop?" Visenya asked, breathless.

"Anytime you want me to stop," Aemond tells her, "tap my shoulder three times."

Visenya nods, and Aemond continues his exploration of her body. He moves down her body–kissing every inch of her skin–so he is now resting in front of her open legs, on his knees. Visenya breathes deeply, trying to keep her excitement from exploding out of her, and when she feels Aemond's soft lips on her inner thigh, she crumbles.

His mouth explores every inch of her skin, but not where she wants him to. His hands hold her hips tightly to prevent her from moving away from his touch. "Aemond," Visenya moans, making Aemond look at her in fear, "please."

Aemond thought she would tell him to stop, but instead, she is asking for more, and he is pleased to serve. Aemond lightly kisses Visenya's wet cunt earning a loud moan from her, and he smiles. He does it again, lingering longer, which gets him another cry of pleasure. "More," he hears Visenya mumble.

Visenya feels as if her body is a torch, and she can barely contain her lust anymore; she begs her husband for more. She never knew that this was the pleasure she was meant to feel when she would lay with a man, maybe she got lucky, but at this moment, she did not care. All she wanted was for Aemond to continue.

And he did. This time Aemond's mouth stayed on her wet cunt and began slowly licking at her folds–Visenya almost cried with ecstasy and pleasure. Visenya squirmed and shook, her thighs squeezed together, only for Aemond to force them back apart so he could continue his work on her. Visenya knew this felt good, but she wanted more; without asking, Aemond brought his lips around her most sensitive spot and sucked.

"Fuck," Visenya moaned, gripping the bed sheets tightly.

Aemond continued to suck and slowly brought his fingers down her body until they aligned with Visenya's dripping entrance. They would have to ask for a new blanket in the morning. One of Aemond's fingers slowly dragged along her folds as if asking for permission to enter or stop. "Please Aemond, please," Visenya begged her husband.

A loud cry of pleasure echoed through the room as Aemond slowly pushed one finger inside her, and he waited until Visenya gave him the all-clear to move. She had done an excellent job at keeping her intrusive thoughts of Aegon's assault on her at bay, and Visenya was not going to allow his violations to ruin this moment with Aemond–she had waited too long.

"Are you okay?" Aemond asked, concern lacing his tone.

Visenya nodded, "keep going."

Aemond listened to his wife's order and slowly began moving his finger inside her; he knew when he was hitting the right place when Visenya couldn't contain her moans. Aemond used his free thumb and started rubbing the area he had made her the most sensitive, which earned him a cry of approval and a few curse words.

Aemond kept this same motion until Visenya cried more through a broken sentence. He slowly pushed another finger inside and watched as his wife's body convulsed and contorted at this new sensation. Visenya felt like she was flying through the clouds as her husband made work of her body, knowing every place to hit all at once–she could feel a knot building in her stomach that she had never experienced before but loved it. Aemond could feel it too, and reached up and softly took Visenya's hand in his.

Visenya suddenly felt Aemond hair brush her skin, and her eyes spanned open to stare at Aemond above her, still working on her body. "I feel strange," Visenya whispers, rocking her body against Aemond's finger.

He softly coos to her, "you'll be okay. I'm here. Let it happen."

Aemond softly kisses Visenya as he works her over the edge. Visenya feels the knot in her stomach build to a high before it engulfs her like a tidal wave. Her body shakes, and she cries out in pleasure, almost blinded by this feeling. Aemond can feel Visenya tighten around him as she moans deeply into his mouth and digs her nails into his bare back. He continues to ride her out until her body falls limp, and Visenya is panting, a light sheen of sweat on her forehead.

Aemond, knowing Visenya won't be able to move for a while, picks her up and carries her to bed. He tucks her in and changes quickly into his sleeping pants before joining her at her side. Aemond pulls her in tightly and hums the lullaby to help her sleep.

"Are you okay?" He asked, running his fingers up and down her bare back.

He watches Visenya nod, her eyes still closed, and allows her to fall asleep in his arms. The couple falls asleep wrapped in each other embrace, one step closer to unifying the bond between their souls.