So....yeah I did the thing...I saw this post and couldn't resist.
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Aemond x f!reader | Smut | Established relationship | Consensual somnophilia (Because I couldn't find a better word for it)
Golden and emerald flames danced around your twirling form, snaking about you, sparking against your swirling skirts, warm but not burning as they caressed your skin.
You knew you were dreaming, you often dreamt of fire and dragons. Especially after marrying a man of both. You had wed Aemond Targaryen for duty, which had quickly melted into a deep and abiding love.
A loop of green flame coiled itself around your waist, sending a plume of aching heat awakening in your belly at the touch. Another wrapped its smoking tendril around your ankle, halting your dancing steps. Still more lines of fire pushed their way up your skirts, exploring your skin, setting your body alight.
You moaned, stirring in your sleep, half waking to feel the cool sheets surrounding you. The pleasure you felt did not abate as consciousness slowly began sweeping over you, your eyes flickered open blearily to see the arched stone ceiling.
Your hips were moving of their own accord, pushing against the eager warmth lapping the juices of your leaking pussy. You gasped, the feeling of your husband's tongue suckling at your clit intensified as your senses awoke fully. Your hand wandered down the front of your body until you felt his silky hair, feeling him groan against you as you buried your fingers in it.
"Aemond..." Your body shook, a spasm of pleasure shooting electricity to your aching core. "Aemond." Your voice was still heavy from sleep. "What are you-ah." All coherent thought fled your mind as you felt his tongue begin to fuck into you, licking deeply, lewd wet sounds filling the dawn air.
You rose up slightly to look down at him; his violet eye half closed, most of Aemond's face was buried into your heat. He hummed again, the vibration of his voice sending you collapsing back onto the pillow as you raised your knees up to encase his head.
Aemond's name spilled from your lips in gasped moans and pleas. His administrations became more frenzied, drinking you down as, with a cry, you fell apart, coming undone just by his eager tongue. Your back arched, you felt his hands grip your thighs, keeping them apart so he could continue flicking his tongue against your twitching pussy. You whined at the overstimulation, and with a sinful chuckle Aemond released you, crawling up your body to place a sloppy kiss to your mouth.
He smirked at your shocked expression, running a hand down your front to massage your breast, kneading your nipple between his fingers.
"Kiss me again."
Aemond was quick to acquiesce, his lips a fiery heat against you, his tongue languidly stroking yours.
When he pulled back to look at your expression, you reached up to trace his angular jaw, still reveling in the feeling and sight of having his head between your legs.
"Did you have a nice dream?" He asked, a small smile curving those lips you loved so much.
"I woke up to something much better."
"Hmm." Aemond took your hand that wandered his face, placing a kiss to the inside of your wrist. "You make for a delightful breakfast, Y/N."
The two of you laughed breathlessly together, kissing once more, entwining about each other in the silken sheets. The early morning sunlight spread across the bed, warming your skin as you relished this blissful quiet moment in Aemond's arms. The man you loved the most in all the world.
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