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Bottom + Preggo!Aemond (a follow up to "This is going to be painful" where Aemond steals Lucerys' strong seed at Storm's End 🤭) #lucemond 18 +
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Aemond flew to Harrenhal atop Vhagar's war-hardened back, not a single worry in his heart that the enemy had built a stronghold

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He had been waging war in the Riverlands, burning Black army after Black army and village after village, not a single ounce of remorse in his heart.

Aemond had left Criston's army behind. He wanted --- no, needed --- to drive Daemon out of Harrenhal.

That must be where Lucerys hid, he thought. That was the only place in the seven realms Aemond had not checked.

Yet, hastiness and haughtiness and gotten the best of him. He dismounted from Vhagar and strode in the Black Harren's fortress.

When he was met was Daemon's ambush at the gate, Aemond did not care. He had his trump card.

The guards dared on lay their filthy hands on Aemond as he paraded into the throne room.

Lucerys.

Lucerys sat on the throne at Harrenhal, resting his cheek in one hand while tapping the other on the armrest.

"Uncle, you are our prisoner now," Lucerys said, bored.

Aemond laughed, "No, I am your queen.

For anyone in this room can see that I am carrying your heir." Aemond caressed his rotund belly with love, the babe kicked back, as though rejoicing in meeting her other father.

Lucerys seethed. "Guards," he roared, "Send him to the dungeon!"

Yet, none dared to move. Daemon appeared on the commotion. "Luke, he's right. He is carrying your heir, the heir to the Seven Kingdoms."

Lucerys grimaced, fighting back his tears: his brother Jace had perished at the Gullet and his mother at Sunfyre's mouth.

Aegon --- poisoned, his children dead. Aemond had won his war. He was going to be crowned King.

"You're carrying my heir," Luke declared begrudgingly. The best he could do politically was marry Aemond, so their child would be their legitimate heir.

Aemond smiled: he had gotten his Luke and his heir. Now Lucerys would be bound to him forever.
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Two month later, Aemond gave birth to a beautiful, health girl with a head of brown roses as curls. She was the mirror image of Lucerys. Aemond named her his heir that very day.

Yet, Aemond was frustrated. His Lucerys had avoided him by staying in Driftmark, under the pretense of "duties as the Lord of the Tides."

Aemond waited. And waited. Till his patience ran dry. His daughter was now five years of age, and he wanted to give Luke another child.

Thus, Aemond sent for a painter. He dressed himself in nothing but pearls: pearls in his silvery hair, pearls on his bosom, soft mounds that had fed their daughter, and pearls on his cock.

He wrapped himself in the finest gauze from Yi Ti and lay on a couch, spawning his body.

"Paint," Aemond ordered. The painter's hand shook as she painted the king.

When the lacquered paint had dried, Aemond sent the painting to Driftmark along with the words, "Let me carry your heir, my Lord of the Tides."

The next morning, Aemond could hear Arrax's song in the air.

"Uncle!" Lucerys shouted as he ran towards Aemond, "I have been so foolish for denying you what you wanted out of the spite between our families that I have forgotten that my family now lies with you."

"Please Aemond," Lucerys said, "You will be carrying heir." He swore his love to his Aemond.
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Within a moon, the Lord of the Tides' voice could be heard booming from the King's chambers, "You are carrying my heir!"