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The Lord of Storm's End is no dog. Lucera’s skin pricked at the way he had called her mother a bitch. Nobody would have ever thought to speak of the jewel of the realm with such public vileness had Aegon not stolen her throne. Had Aemond not been there to add coals to the fire.
She wanted to fly with Arrax back home and be done with all of this.
We will be at war if we are not careful, my sweet Lucera. Her mother had whispered to her before she left Dragonstone to give Lord Borros her message.
Her chest constricted with worry at the thought of it all. What would happen if the realms were plunged into war? What would become of her? What casualties would there be if all hell broke loose?
She pushed the thoughts from her mind and let her anxieties wash away as she saw Arrax in the courtyard. He looked different in the shadows of the storm raging around them but she still thought he was the most beautiful creature she’d ever seen.
She ran her hand along the side of his neck and placed a kiss next to his eye once she reached him. “Let’s go back to Mother, Arrax.” She was thankful she had Daemon to help with her High Valyrian.
“Riñītsos!” Little girl.
Her hand stills on Arrax and she looks over her shoulder. Aemond stands a short distance from her, arms behind his back.
“Surely you were not planning to leave without first giving me what I am owed.” He smiles. “That would not be kind at all.”
Lucera turns to face him. “Are you so desperate for my eye you would embarrass yourself in Lord Borros’ court by attempting to attack an envoy?”
He walks closer to her, his fingers dance across his eyepatch. “What can I say, I am a passionate man when it comes to the things I want.”
Lucera ignores him and prepares Arrax for the journey home. She can feel his anxiety each time Aemond gets closer.
I know. She tries to tell her dragon as she strokes his scales. I do not like him either.
“Ah, you’re being rude, Little Lucy Strong.”
Her mother had asked her not to cause trouble when she came to Storm's End and she would honor that wish. She wouldn’t engage in any petty squabbling with her uncle, no matter how much he tried to bait her.
Her instructions were clear. Travel safely, deliver the message, come home. Nothing else was to come in between.
This doesn’t stop Aemond though, who is now standing beside her. He watches the way she makes sure Arrax’s mount is still tightly in place and hasn't come loose during the journey here.
“Could you kindly leave me be, you’re upsetting my dragon.” She asks, finally looking at him.
The scar on his cheek was still so prominent despite seven years having passed since she’d taken a blade to his face. Part of her wanted him to remove his eyepatch again like he had inside so she could better see the sapphire that had replaced what she’d taken.
“Perhaps you should train your dragon to not be so easily shaken. Vhagar is never frightened.”
She almost rolls her eyes. “Vhagar is centuries old. Arrax is not even five of ten. Move out of the way, I’m about to leave.”
Aemond places a hand on Arrax’s mount and moves closer to Lucera. “You will leave when you carve out your eye for me, Lucera.”
She didn't move away from his closeness, she was no longer a little girl in the Red Keep, scared of her Uncle's wicked ways. She was a princess, daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen. She would not be so easily scared by the silver haired man child before her. “I want you to answer a question for me, Aemond.”
He tilts his head slightly to the side, allowing her to go on.
“What do you honestly think would’ve come of you had you succeeded in caving my brother's skull in with that rock and becoming a kinslayer in the tunnels of Driftmark?” She asks, turning and adjusting the straps on Arrax.
He was taken slightly aback by her sudden bravado. “I was only protecting myself from the savagery of my so-called kin .” Aemond argued.
“Savagery?” Lucera laughs. “Is that what you call it? Uncle, why do you so often ignore the things you do wrong? Is it to make your own shortcomings look like they’ve been gilded in gold? You stole Baela’s claim to Vhagar not even a full day after her mother had been returned to the sea and then you threw vile insults at my brother and I. Whatever we did to you was what you deserved.”
He says nothing as she turns to face him. “You claim Aegon to be a coddled brat when you are just like him. You’re a petulant child who demands everything be handed to him on silver dishes, did you truly believe you would’ve been able to get by with killing my brother? That nothing would’ve happened?”
“My father-”
“Your father didn’t even avenge your eye after I cut it from your head, do you think he would’ve allowed you to kill his grandson?” She pulls on her riding gloves, speaking as if she were having a conversation about tapestries and not about past dramatics.
“He wouldn’t have killed me.” He says it more to himself than her.
“No, he wouldn’t. But you wouldn’t be allowed to stay in King's Landing with the rest of your family. My mother would’ve been spitting at the chance to see your head on a spike and had you been lowborn, she would’ve had it but you weren’t. Grandsire would have sent you to The Wall to live out your days with the black cloaks. He would have stripped you of your titles and any land you could have owned. Your name would be barred from the court and if anyone did speak of you, it would just be to call you Aemond Kinslayer .” She spits the last word. “The Maesters would have been instructed to wipe your name and everything you were from the history books. If anything, I saved you from a fate worse than death. I saved you from being forgotten.” Lucera steps onto the stool next to Arrax and mounts her dragon. “Instead of continuing this demand for a debt, why not offer me gratitude for saving your life?”
Aemond watches as she flies high above Lord Borros’ castle, pain and heat spreading through the scar over his eye.
Gratitude. She had said. He should be grateful for the way she maimed him.
He walks to Vhagar and climbs the netting to her harness, all calm in the eye of the storm. He would show his niece just how grateful he was.
The wind had been pulled from her lungs and her throat burned when she broke through the water's surface. She spat out any seawater that she had swallowed.
“Arrax!” She choked out, looking for her dragon. “Arrax!”
She heard the pained, frightened wail of her dragon and turned to her left. Thankfully he was still able to fly but not without struggle.
“To the shore! Fly to the shore!” She screamed at him and he did as he was told despite not being able to extend his left wing fully. She was panicking as she looked up to the sky to find no sign of Aemond or Vhagar.
He tried to kill me. Her mind was racing as she tread water, struggling to keep herself above the waves as the weight of her clothes tried to pull her down.
Kicking her legs with all of her strength, she reached up with one hand to unclasp her cloak, letting it sink beneath her. This alleviated some of the heaviness of her clothes; the leather of her riding gear did not pose much threat.
She had never been more thankful to have spent many moons of her childhood on the shores of Driftmark where her father Laenor had taught her to swim. She’d surely have perished had he not.
She dragged herself across the sand once she’d left the water, heaving with a mix of anxiety and agony and terror. Her Uncle had tried to kill her and her dragon. His impulsivity knew no bounds.
Lucera saw Arrax by the rocky cliffs tending to his wounds, letting out an agonizing cry as Lucera forced herself to stand and go to him.
She had no idea where Aemond or Vhagar were and she needed to know if Arrax could still fly them home. She was in danger on the beach, all her uncle had to do was fly low enough and burn her alive.
“Arrax!” She wasn’t sure if it was the sea water or fear that made her eyes water. She looks him over, sick with worry. One of his wing claws had been completely torn off. A large gash ran down his side below his wing, he struggled to stand normally without dropping his wound into the sand.
“My poor Arrax.” She cried. She knew he was in no condition to fly home which meant they were both sitting targets for Aemond’s cruelty if he was to return.
As if the Gods were playing tricks, the sky darkened while Vhagar passed by the sun. Lucera did her best to calm Arrax down which was not an easy thing to do. He was in pain and frightened, they’d both almost been sent to meet the Stranger.
She only hoped that when death did claim her, that Aemond would at least make it quick.
The ground shook when Vhagar landed on the beach close to them. Aemond climbed down from his dragon and didn’t move for a moment as he took in Lucera. For the most part, she was unharmed.
Had he come to kill her personally? Without the aid of Vhagar? Was it not enough to throw her to the sea to drown?
Gods be damned, if he was to kill her she would at least put up a fight. “What is wrong with you!” She screamed. “What the fuck were you thinking!”
Aemond began to walk to Lucera who had not moved from her place next to Arrax, while maimed he would still be able to set Aemond alight if he got too close.
“Speak to me away from your dragon.” Aemond calls.
“Why? So you can kill me with yours?” She spits.
He doesn’t answer her but turns to Vhagar, calling for her to fly. The old dragon shook the sand from her body and took to the skies, Lucera watched her soar higher and higher until she was a safe distance from the Targaryens on the beach.
Lucera took a tentative step forward before she was walking to her uncle.
Aemond was approaching her too, they met in the middle of the shore, Lucera’s breath was shaky, she hoped she could calm the dread swimming within her veins.
She wasn’t sure if it was how shaken she was herself or if it was the streams of light breaking through the storm clouds but Aemond looked almost devoid of color. His face was paler than usual as he stared back at Luce.
He swallowed hard before speaking. “You demanded gratitude. I attempted to give it to you.”
Her hand flies out with the fury of years of pent up rage and she strikes him hard. “You demented pig! What would you have done if I had not known to swim? If I had sunk beneath the waves?” He touches his fingers to his reddening cheek. “You almost killed me because you have no idea how to control your anger or your impulses you stupid, idiotic man!”
He stares at her and smiles. “Save me the theatrics dear niece, you still breathe, do you not?”
She pushes him with all of her strength, Aemond’s boots slip on the sand and he stumbles. “Stop this madness!” Luce yells, her voice all but drowned out by the waves hitting the shore.
Aemond laughs while he regains his balance, stalking towards his niece. “So, the little bastard still has some fight left in her.”
The breeze on the shore sent piercing coldness through Lucera’s wet clothes and all the girl wanted to do was climb atop Arrax and return home to her mother.
“Whatever outcome you desire you will not receive, Uncle. I did not come to fight you, I only came as-“
“An envoy, yes.” Aemond’s hand grips the handle of his sword lazily. “You continue to parrot useless information.”
Luce looked to her dragon who was currently resting against the rocky cliffs, taking the weight off of his damaged wing. Blood pooled around Arrax. She wasn’t sure he’d be able to fly the short distance to Dragonstone wounded like that.
“You almost killed me and my dragon, is that not enough for you? Can you not be happy with the damage you've caused Arrax?” She keeps her feet planted no matter how close Aemond was getting, Lucera refused to submit.
“Ah, but that little runt of a dragon did not take my eye, did it?”
Aemond towered over Lucera who hoped the older prince would take her trembling as a byproduct of the cold.
She motioned to Arrax. “Consider my debt repaid for the way you have maimed my dragon.”
The force of Aemond’s slap sends his niece hurtling into the sand. “Your piss weak dragon is not currency for me, riñītsos. Do not make me tell you again.” He kicks Luce onto her back, pressing his boot against the girl's throat.
Arrax growls with whatever strength he has left and attempts to move but stumbles. He roars in frustration and pain as Lucera writhes underneath Aemond’s boot.
“You carry yourself so much taller than you deserve, niece. You think you are so mighty, so strong. ” He pushes harder against her throat and she tries with all of her efforts to push his boot away. “Had my father not replaced his cock with a cunt in his later years, you would never have been born. You’re whore mother would’ve been sent to join the Silent Sisters, your Strong Papa would’ve been put to the sword and I-” He finally removes his boot to squat next to her, gripping her face with his hand so she can look at him as he rips his eyepatch off to flash the sapphire in place of what he lost, “I would still have my fucking eye!”
Spit forms in the corners of her mouth, rage burning within her. “You cannot treat me this way!”
“I shall treat you anyway I like.”
Lucera moves to get up, to get away from him but Aemond keeps her pinned to the sand by pressing his hand against her sternum. “Let me go!” She huffs. “Let me go now!”
There is a flash of viciousness in his eye that turns her blood to ice.
She tries so desperately not to cry. To not thrash and scream and beg that he lets her go. She stares back at him, trying with everything she has to turn her worries to steel. She had fire in her veins, she couldn’t let him extinguish her.
“What do you want me to say? That I am sorry for what happened when we were children?” Her hands are at her sides and she dares not move them. “If you want my eye so badly then have it and be done with this.” The words come out steady and brave.
For all she was, she wasn’t a coward and Aemond had always found that aspect of his niece interesting. She never stood down, not even now. Everything was stacked against her and yet when she spoke, he could find no fear in her voice.
He looks her over, her drenched riding gear clung to her body showing off more of the curves that she had begun to grow into over the years. Aemond wants to see the fear he had seen in her that night in the tunnels of Driftmark, right before she’d plucked up the courage to take his eye. The fear that swam around her when he came close to sending her brother to the Stranger.
He licks his teeth. “I am going to cut out your eye little bastard and fuck the hole.”
“Do it then.” She hissed between her clenched teeth.
He narrows his eye. “That would be too easy, wouldn’t it? It’d be over so quickly then, wouldn’t it?” He places his hand on her thigh, running it up closer to her crotch and she shuts her legs tightly.
“Do not.” She warns.
“Why should I? Why should I listen to you?”
Her hands fly out to hit him but he grips her wrists in one hand, slipping on top of her and pushing her arms between his legs so her arms are pinned at her sides while he straddles her. “You’ve got quite the fight in you.” He laughs. “I can’t wait to beat it out of you like the rabid dog you are.”
“Uncle, stop this. Stop this now, please.” Her brow furrowed but he’s still yet to find what he’s searching for. “Have you not taken enough?”
“I want more.” He’s so calm with his cruelty. “You ruined my face so now it is my turn to ruin you.” He reaches to his side and pulls his dagger from its sheath and pushes the blade against the leather strip of her riding bodice. She knows what’s going to happen at this point and she does her best to wriggle under him to no avail. “If you do not want me to cut this lovely skin of yours, I’d suggest you stop moving.”
How had this happened? How had such an easy journey turned so heinous so quickly? Lucera wished for Arrax’s wounds to heal immediately so she might have the hopes of setting Aemond ablaze for what he was doing to her. She prayed to the Gods for their help but knew nothing would come of her silent cries. “You’re a vile, vile man.”
“As foul as you may find me, little niece, nobody is to blame for this but you. Had you not flaunted around the titles you have no claim to, had you not looked at me with pride at the disfigurement you caused, then maybe I wouldn’t have to take from you to fill the debt you owe.”
“You cannot continue to harbor such animosities over the acts of children. I was but a babe when I took your eye.”
“You were a girl of seven. Most at that age know better, lowborn children are working by then. You’ve no excuse for the damage you caused.”
“Whatever you are going to do, I beg you to stop.” She tries.
He cuts through the first rows of straps, her skin becoming more and more visible to him. She did not have the same milk white skin the rest of their family shared, Lucera’s was deeper in colour, the parts of her chest he could see as he cut through her clothes were paler in comparison to the rest of her. These parts had not seen much of the sun like the rest of her, this fact excited him. “For so long I wanted to take your eye and have you understand what it felt for me to lose something I never should have lost. However, I’ve recently discovered you have something more valuable to lose. Tell me, sweet niece, what will become of you when you lose your maidenhead?”
Her eyes widened in shock. “Please, think about your actions! Think of how this will affect us all; we are on the doorstep of a war.”
“Wouldn’t that provide even more reason for me to take what I wish?”
“You lack dignity! Honour!” She spits.
He hits her harder than he had before, her vision goes black and she has to shake her head just to see the gray haze of the storm clouds above them.
“I won’t take brazen insults from the likes of you. The only thing that spared you from the whore houses in Flea Bottom was my fathers blind love for your cunt mother. So let me show you what could have happened to you had your Grandsire not been so loving.”
She’s close to tears, “Aemond, I beg of you-“
“I know and it sounds melodious.” He rips at the rest of her clothes, making her more accessible. “I will take from you as I please.”
She turns her head away but he forces her to look at him and he finally sees it. That fear and concern as it fills her soft brown eyes. It sends ripples through his body and straight to his cock. The look on her face was intoxicating to see. He pushes the torn leather away from her, her tits looked perfect and he grabs them both in his hands. Lucera closes her eyes in order to fight the tears that threaten to spill.
He pulls his hands away to examine her further. Her nipples were a soft pink and hardened by the cold air. He could see the bumps on her skin from the lowered temperature on the beach. He wanted to devour her then and there. Take from her until there was nothing left.
“I’m going to let go of your hands now but I swear to you, if you strike me I will gut you like a fish. Do you understand?”
She weighs up her options before solemnly nodding. She hoped that if she was to placate him and act as a submissive, beaten down animal, then maybe he would get bored of her and let her go.
Aemond moves his body so he is no longer on top of her but takes no time in moving between her legs, he tugs at her riding bottoms to pull them off and free the rest of her body. She watches him this time but stays silent. He has both of her legs over his thighs, one hand holding her legs open the other moving between them.
She tries to close her legs but dares not to, worried about what he will do if she was to hide herself from him.
She knew there was no hope in praying but she hoped he would just look at her and then come to his senses and stop. That he would give her his cloak to cover up and she would be able to travel home.
“You have such a perfect body, little niece. Such a shame nobody will be able to enjoy it once I am finished.” He grins.
She stared into the sapphire that took the place of his eye. She traced the scar as it stretched above his brow and down his cheek, hoping to pull the fight and the courage from it that she had that night in Driftmark. To find the will to call his bluff and fight him off.
She didn’t want to be weak, she didn’t want to be a fish instead of a dragon, she wanted to be brave but the fear that was once foreign kept her pinned beneath him.
“I do not want to hurt you too much, Lucy, so help me help you.” He forces his middle and ring finger into her mouth until his knuckles brush her teeth and she gags around them immediately. “Suck, Lucera, it isn’t that hard.” His eye flicks to his crotch. “Well, I am but this is not.” He laughs.
She does as he instructs and sucks his fingers, flicking her tongue between them every so often. It took everything within her to not bite down. To sink teeth through flesh and break the bones underneath. She didn’t take her eyes off the sapphire, she used it to keep herself grounded. To remind herself of what she was capable of. That this would not destroy her.
He pulls his fingers from her mouth and moves his hand between her legs again. His touch is cold and Lucera shifts with discomfort, a feeling that is quickly replaced with strange pleasure when Aemond presses his wet fingers against her maidenhood. He traces circles against her and Lucera’s breath catches in her throat. Her hands lay across her stomach and dig into her flesh as Aemond pushes the fingers that were in her mouth, into her most private area.
Aemond moved his fingers inside of her slowly at first, trying to pull her pleasure from her. Force her to enjoy the things he was doing, the way he knew she so desperately wanted to admit but refused to.
For all they were, the women in the pleasure houses were good teachers and Aemond had learned a lot in the rare times he would visit them. He relished in the change in Lucera’s breathing as his fingers moved inside of her. He could feel the softness of her insides and pushed against the spot that was a short distance from her entrance and loved the way it made her back arch.
“Did you like that?” He teases. His lips curl into a smile as she shakes her head. “Liar.” He does it again and she reacts the same. He opens and closes his fingers in a cutting motion, aiding to widen her so she would be able to take him without too much difficulty.
The Targaryen’s were as well endowed as they were beautiful, this was known to most. He could not wait until he was buried inside of Lucera.
“Uncle, I-” She murmured.
“I know.” He answers, picking up his pace. He could tell she was nearing the end of her pleasure the more she moved under his hands. Her receptiveness took him by surprise, he had not expected her to move so fervently beneath him. He wanted to see what she looked like when she came.
He was determined to help his wingless niece fly to the sun, to feel the way her pleasure could rip through her body like beautiful wildfire.
After a little while longer she cried out, clamping her legs closed around Aemond’s wrist. She stilled beneath him but he could see the waves of pleasure as it rippled through her. She twitched slightly under him and he almost ruined his pants with his own seed at the mere sight of her.
“What was that?” She gasped. Intrigue and curiosity danced across her face.
He doesn’t answer her, just chuckles and pulls at the strings of his pants. “It's time I take the rest of you.”
She watches him silently as he frees himself, stopping herself from widening her eyes at the sight of his cock. Aemond was moderately long in size but unimaginably thick. She tore her eyes away from him and looked to the sea.
He clicked his tongue and readjusted her face so she was looking at him again. “No, pup, you are to look at me for the entirety of this.”
She clenched her jaw. “Uncle, if you do this, I swear to the old Gods and the new, I will hate you for the rest of my life.”
He pressed himself against her entrance, holding himself in place. “You said it yourself, my sweet Lucy, we are steps away from a war. I don’t think you will live very long.” With that he attempts to sink into her; it was hard for him to fight his way into her but with one final push, he drives into her and wraps the scream that tears through her around himself like a new cloak. The sheer beauty of it was enough to keep him satiated for years to come. “If you let me have my fill, it will not hurt so bad.”
He slides his hand across her sternum, down her belly and towards her pelvis. He smirks as his hand hits a small bump. He could feel his cock through Lucera and it was something he knew he would possibly never experience with another woman again.
He pulls himself out halfway before slamming back into her; this time no sound escapes her lips. Her eyes were tightly closed and her hands at her sides, nails digging into her exposed flesh. He touches his fingers to her cheek and her eyes open, they immediately find his eye. He can tell she’s focusing hard on the sapphire but he’s on top of the world when he sees it again. The fear.
“My dear Lucera, you’ve no idea how you feel around me.”
“I hate you.” Her voice is barely above a whisper.
“Soon enough, you won’t.” He rolls his hips inside of her. He knew she was in pain but he also knew the pleasure would return. “You asked for my gratitude, here it is.”
He had said the same thing after he had attempted to kill her in the sky.
He continues to fuck into her, she was still so tight but he could feel the growing wetness each time he pulled out and re-entered her. “Do you feel full? Can you feel the way my cock perfectly fits this cunt of yours?” He grunts. “Can you not feel that you fit me like a glove?”
She refuses to give him the satisfaction of an answer and covers her face with her hands. He pulls them away quickly, he needs to see her face as he ruins her. Her soft cheeks are flushed red, her eyes filled with unshed tears. Short, harsh breaths escape her sweet lips and it takes everything inside of Aemond to not come then and there.
“Do you know why I am doing this, Lucera? Do you finally understand?” She doesn’t answer and he doesn’t force her too. He just stops fucking her to wipe her hair out of her face and pinches her cheek. “I am trying to teach you a valuable lesson. That no matter how big and strong you truly think you are, you will always be weak to me.”
He continues to fuck her, lifting his head at the pleasure of her. The whores in Fleabottom could not compare to the feel of Lucera. She was warm, wet and inviting. Pulling him deeper and deeper.
He could feel the exact moment she began to enjoy his assault, the moment her hips would snap to his each time he moved. How her breathing changed and she did all she could not to scream out overcome with pleasure. She could deny it verbally all she wanted but her body betrayed her. Each time she told him to stop meant nothing when she would roll her hips to meet his thrusts.
“Tell me, riñītsos, tell me how good this feels.” His silver hair fell around them like a curtain as he leant over her.
Her face was flushed as she spoke from behind her hand. “Never.”
“Really? Not even when I do this?” He pushes into her, bottoming out and holding himself in place for a moment.
Her back arches and she inhales sharply, a whine slipping from her lips. “Why would I ever give you praise?” Her voice trembles as she speaks.
Aemond leans back, placing both hands on her thighs to pull her harder against him. “Such a stubborn girl. Let's fix that.”
He sets a cruel pace that sends Lucera into a haze. She can’t think straight. She pushes her fists into her eyes and stars explode behind her lids.
He takes great pleasure in seeing her like this. He can’t help the things he says or does when she looks and acts in the ways she does. And it was all because of him. “You refuse to admit the way you feel yet your body betrays you. You say you hate this yet you writhe beneath me like a common whore.”
Her hands drop from her face. “Shut up. You’re being cruel.”
He leans down to kiss her and grins as she turns her head. “What do you expect of me, niece? When I see someone as soft and cute as you, I cannot help but be cruel.” He kisses her cheek again, continuing to fuck her. “Give into it, Lucera, let it go.”
“I can’t.” She still refuses him. She cannot contain how good it feels to have him inside of her but she would never admit it. “I can’t.” She says again.
“Oh, but you can.” He’s slowed his thrusts and now fucks into her slow and deliberate. “Say it, little pup, tell me how you love it.”
She stares up at him, slack jawed and full of such foreign feelings she has no idea what to think. Her mind is a haze, she can barely form a sensible thought. “Aemond-” She chokes out, “Aemond I-”
He lowers himself closer to her, she cups both sides of his face with her hands as she lifts her chin in pleasure. The slight change in position allowed Aemond to go deeper.
“Tell me.” He all but begs. “Tell me how good it feels.”
She releases her bottom lip from between her teeth and opens her eyes to look at him. “Divine.” She gasps out. “It feels divine.”
It was all he needed to hear before he’s shooting ropes of his seed inside of her. She follows behind him, squeezing his cock, milking every bit of come he has within him. He rests his head in the space where her neck meets her shoulder, panting.
Her voice is so soft he almost misses what she says.
“Consider my debt filled, Uncle.”