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He had followed her into the library. He didn’t even know why he did, but something about her had brought him to the aisle next to her. If he could only close his eyes and focus enough.. he could pick out her scent wafting over to him between the books. But then she moved again. 

Aemond growled at that, copying the falls of her footsteps with his own; a sad attempt at masking his presence really. He scoffed as she turned down an aisle of textbooks, and found himself smiling as she rambled privately about her upcoming debate competition. 

Of course, he had already bought an entry. He had scouted where he would sit, a place she couldn’t see him and yet somewhere he could admire her prowess. It was genius really. At least- that’s what he told himself as he found a seat in the library.

Hours passed, and he had made his way through the numerous philosophy books closest to the desk he had chosen to wait at. He watched as everyone left, one by one. Everyone except for his Y/N.

And so he approached.

She had fallen asleep at the desk, and he reached out a porcelain hand to stroke a lock of her hair behind her ears. Her cheek was squished against the hardcover of a political book, her arms no doubt already procuring those deep pink nap lines from the coat they were resting on. Y/N’s hair was splayed across her back, some falling to the sides and resting on the desk..

Aemond thought she had never looked more beautiful. So blissfully unaware. Perhaps this is why he loved her in her innocent state; No attitude, no snarky words that made him want to push her against a wall and shut her mouth. 

He let his hand trace downward across her face, thumb brushing against her lips. The blonde used his thick finger to pull her bottom lip downward, being so careful not to wake her from her slumber as he let it bounce back into place.

Those lips that were so usually pursed into a frown against him.. Part of him wondered if they were parted now in thoughts of him. Surely they had to be.. With the way her eyes always sought him out. Aemond had already caught her readjusting herself after a quick glance numerous times.  He smirked to himself at the thought. 

His dearest Y/N, Perhaps that is why she always started those insufferable arguments. Why she always had to debate his every word, rile up every nerve, harden his every muscle with just her quick tongue and sharp gaze.

Aemond bit the inside of his cheek before slowly lifting her shoulders from the desk, leaning her head back more comfortably.

Now he could see her pretty lashes, and the way her hair fell across her forehead. Gently, oh so gently, Aemond  picked her up from the chair- and his heart pounded so fast against his chest he feared it might wake her.

His grievances were confirmed when she made a small noise. Y/N’s eyes were barely open as she gripped him tight, surprised by her new position in his strong arms.

“Aemond?” she said sleepily as he set her back down on the library table, assisting her in staying straight up. The taller blonde stroked her cheek lovingly, and he couldn’t resist turning his lips upward in a confident smile. 

“Shh,” he hushed, “Rest sweet girl,” Aemond whispered with a soft voice. 

Y/N yawned quietly, blinking her eyes back closed. She seemed so dazed… “Is this a dream, Aemond?” she whispered, hands coming up to hold his biceps as he stepped in between her legs.

Ah. 

How. Cute.

Aemond’s pupils darkened at the thought of her practically confirming his thoughts. She sought him out in her deepest sleep, and perhaps had even chased her darkest pleasures with him. 

No matter if she hadn’t, he would give it to her tonight. 

“Just a dream my love…” he soothed, rubbing her cheek until her head slumped forward against his chest and she was asleep again. 

Aemond glanced back at the door to make sure it was closed, and then he lowered her back to the desk, and he made quick work of the buttons on her jeans. His slender lithe hands were delicate, and as her shirt rode up on her abdomen he slowly inhaled her sweet scent. 

Finally, he could indulge in his desires without her talking. She was always too nice, and before she could ever reach out her hand in a gesture of friendship Aemond had already imagined her head thrown back against the nearest wall and her clothes on the floor.  Whenever he needed a quiet moment to think of her.. she came striding in with such a friendly smile.

Sometimes Aemond wondered if he was too harsh with such a sweet little thing. And then his doubts would soothe when she spat her venomous words again. 

Yes, taking her in her sleep when she was quiet was the best way to do it.

“Let me take care of you like you know you want me to…” he whispered to no one but himself. Perhaps if he was sincere enough it would reach her in her subconscious.

He gently eased her pants down, slipping his hand under her panties. Immediately his digits were met with warmth and- oh.

“Quite wet for me…” Aemond teases, looking down at her sleeping form. “But surely we can do better..” he let the calloused tips of his two forefingers circle her clit, and his free hand held her hip.

He circled it slowly, imagining her begging underneath him.

“Faster,” she would say, “Please Aemond, I need more.”

And Aemond convinced himself that he wouldn’t listen. Even if he knew that he would concede to her, submit to her if she wanted.

But she couldn’t say anything now. And he was in total control. So he circled her sensitive bud with his thumb. Slowly. 

Y/N moaned so quietly he almost missed it. That gentle whimper had his cock hardening and his hands freezing. “Moaning sweet girl? Even in your sleep?” Aemond whispered, resuming his movements faster now. “I wonder what you’re dreaming of.. my fingers indeed? Perhaps my tongue.. or are you dirty enough to dream of my cock. I’m sure you have before.”

The blonde man slipped a single finger into her wetness, feeling her pulse around him. A groan escaped his own lips, and he inserted another, thrusting them in and out so delicately slow. 

He spread his fingertips apart more, working at her cunt until his digits were soaked to his satisfaction. 

Aemond smiled a confident grin as Y/N’s eyelids fluttered and she readjusted herself on the desk, getting comfortable in her slumber. She was so good for him, even when she wasn’t aware. 

Almost regrettably, he removed his fingers from her, bringing them to his lips and licking her slick off of them with a long tongue. She wasn’t watching, but he made a show of it for himself- swirling his tongue and gagging himself on his own fingertips, licking every last drop of her sweetness.

“When you wake I’ll have you lick it off yourself,” he whispered into the air, and then he leaned over her, bending at the waist to press a kiss to her parted lips. It was a chaste thing, nowhere near what he wanted to do to those full lips- but it would satisfy him for now. He watches as Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed and she moaned once more. 

This time it was his name. A quiet, lovely, “Aemond..”

Aemond groaned to himself, and he brushed her hair away as she licked the shell of her ear. “Don’t speak.. don’t try,” he whispered to her, part of him wishing she would hear it. 

He worked at removing his belt, throwing it somewhere amongst her things. 

He had to take her quickly, despite the late hour. Someone could walk in at any moment.

Aemond quickly unzipped his pants and lowered his boxers, bringing his sucked-on fingers to his cock and quickly wrapping them around his base. 

Hard again, and she didn’t even know it… although that wasn’t new to him. But her pussy was craving him, he didn’t need to even ask. 

Surely if she was awake, she would beg for him. Her lovely eyes looking up at him from her height, her lips parted in babbling words.. he fisted his cock a few more times, spreading his precum around and preparing himself. 

Then he looked up, and her eyes were on his. Y/N was sitting up so slightly, resting on her elbows with her legs parted so deliciously for him. 

Aemond stepped closer, close enough to where his cock was resting between her thighs, and he reached his arms out for her.

Hesitantly, she leaned forward into him, letting him hold her body to his chest. 

She was still so sleepy, so innocent.. and it seemed too real to be a dream. 

Y/N caught herself subconsciously rubbing her hips against his for friction. Fuck did this feel too good.

“Aemond I-“

He let out a soft whine, letting his large hand cup her neck as he seared forward- passionately claiming her lips with his. “Don’t you dare,” he said breathlessly, “Don’t you dare speak. Give yourself to me dearest, do not make me fight you anymore than we already have…”

The woman could barely breathe as he kissed her when he was done with his orders, sucking on her lips and coaxing out her tongue with his own. 

Y/N pulled away to breathe, lost in an almost dizzy head spin. Fuck if this was real or not, fuck her morals.

“I was just going to ask you to fuck me,” she said, her snarky attitude still dripping into every word. She had imagined this moment enough, she had this pleasant dream numerous times… Y/N had practically rehearsed what she would say.

She watched triumphantly as his face morphed into one of anger. One sentence, and he had riled him up so easily.

Aemond almost laughed, but a dark sarcastic chuckle came from him. “Oh I promise I will,” he whispered into her lips, grabbing her neck and twisting her head to suck the skin of her neck into a bruise.

She let out another moan, closing her eyes at the pleasure and softly grinding her hips forward into him. His cock hung so deliciously in front of her, the hard shaft teasing her folds as she scooted forward off the desk and parted her legs.

Her clit throbbed, and she needed him now.

“Do it already, Aemond,” she ordered, and he groaned into her skin as he used his free hand to line himself up and push into her. 

“Fuck,” he cursed, immediately thrusting as deep into her as he could, not caring for her comfort. 

But she took it gratefully, throwing her head back at the feeling of being so full. It almost jolted her more awake- as if ice water had been poured over her head. She felt alive. And she needed more of it.

“Fuck you’re so tight” Aemond whispered, pushing in fully, partly throwing his head back, “I’ve waited for this so, fucking long-“

She buried her head into his neck, wrapping her legs right around him as his thick cock pierced her, stretching her out around him. Perhaps it was too good to be real, for he was already bringing her to the brink of pleasure.

Y/N barely registered the rough pads of his fingers on her clit before she was whimpering uncontrollably, attempting to meet his rough thrusts. 

“Please, please please,” she babbled, squirming on top of the table as he abused her clit, pressing on it delightfully, giving it the utmost attention as his cock pounded into her.

“Dirty girl.. you’re almost so close I can feel it,” Aemond teased, flicking at her sensitive nub faster as he pulled out. “Were you dreaming of me? No doubt you were, with how easy you take me now.”

She widened her eyes. Was this not a dream?

Y/N had no time to dwell on it as he thrusted hard back into her, sinking himself to his base completely. He pulled out once more and repeated it, taking his time with every thrust to drag his cock across that spot inside of her.

That spot that had her nails digging into his arms even through his shirt, that had her legs clenching tighter around him. Yes, he had found it. And he intended to abuse it.

“I’m so, close sweet girl, why don’t you cum for me?” He asked, moaning into her skin. Aemond fucked her with reckless abandon, using two of his fingers now to rub at her clit until her eyes rolled back into her skull and she bit at her lip to stop her loud cries. 

“You're always so eager to tell me off- what, has the cat got your tongue now?” 

He was met with just cries from his dearest Y/N, and he couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy it.

Finally he felt her snap under his touch, crying out his name and cumming around his cock as her legs shook around him. 

“Yes, y yes yes,” Y/N whined, her eyelids fluttering as she chased her high with him, clinging to him as if she might drift away in pure pleasure. 

“There love.. you’re so good,” he said, slowing his finger’s motions.

Aemond held her close, pulling out just as he came, his release painting her thighs and part of her stomach. He used his hand on his cock to jerk the rest until he had come down, and when he looked at her blissed out face he kissed her deeply. 

He hoped she could taste herself on his lips from earlier, and he smirked into their lip lock at the thought. Their bodies were so warm and he was breathless, so Aemond pulled away from her to cup her cheek and look into her eyes.

“You with me, Y/N?” Aemond asked quietly, rubbing his thumb gently on her skin. 

She nodded, eyes slowly closing. He had used that sweet nickname of hers, the one he refused to call her by.

Then she remembered.

“Aemond, are you with me? As in.. not a dream, is this real?” 

The blonde backed up, pulling up his pants and using a hand to brush his long blonde locks back into place.

He smirked, looking straight into her eyes and smirking as he licked his two fingers once more. 

Yet he didn’t answer.

Y/N blushed darkly at the motion, and she looked down at the mess they had made, taking in her surroundings. “Aemond…”

“Perhaps it is,” he interrupted- and his mischievous, confident face was replaced with an expression she was more familiar with. 

Coldness.

“Lord Osferth,” she cooed, letting the title roll smoothly off her tongue. His cheeks reddened even more, but his confidence did not falter as he secured two strong arms around her waist and held her on his lap, lifting the edge of her dress up to the top of her thighs.

“My lady,” he breathed, leaning back into his new chair. He was now the Commander, a lord of Burnanburgh, and his woman would not let him forget it.

“Lord Osferth,” she whispered again, soft fingertips trailing his bottom lip. The ex monk let out a small moan, letting his hands dig into the naked flesh of her thighs. “It sounds quite nice doesn't it?” She asked, readjusting herself on top of him, innocently glancing at him as she brushed above his clothed cock.

He was already stiff.

“Now that you, you say it like that..” Osferth answered, pulling her hips back into him with a large hand. “I suppose it sounds better coming from your..” he paused to press a long passionate kiss to her mouth, “sweet..” and another.. “lips.” He let himself indulge until his head was light, giving the gentlest of kisses and bites, massaging her tongue with his own.

Already she had started softly grinding into him, thighs clenching and her wetness pooling onto his pants.

“Are you already wet?” He asked, sliding his hand from her hips to between her thighs, and he let out a shuddery groan as his fingers became immediately coated. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he teased, running them up and down her folds oh so slowly.

“Osferth,” she whined, bucking into his hand just once before he held her still.

He smiled gently up at her, moving to kiss under her ear, his warm breath tickling at the hairs on her neck. “What happened to that sweet title?” Osferth asked, biting on the lobe of her ear and enjoying how she started to shiver under his touch.

“I’m sorry my lord,” his woman sputtered out, using one hand to grab at the cross on his chest as if it were her lifeline.

Osferth felt a chill run up his spine at the word, or perhaps it was the cold chain of his cross moving under his collar as she deliciously pulled on it. “Good girl,” he tutted, tapping her nose gently with a finger, “My clever girl.”

His pride soared as he felt her cunt tighten against his leg, her breathing turning into soft pants. The ex monk took a chance to lift her slightly, moving his cloth up, leaving just his thin pants between them. He slowly flexed his thigh, moving his lover so she might straddle it, letting her explore the new friction on her own.

Fearing he might cum too soon, Osferth held her still again. She grabbed harder at his chain, pulling him forward to take his lips- biting and sucking and savoring his sweet taste. It dug so wonderfully into his neck- the more desperate she had become the harder she gripped the cross pendant, always unknowingly tugging too hard.

He found out well enough that he liked to be choked by her. Consciously or not.

“Darling..” Osferth cooed, giving himself a chance to breathe after her assault, “Will you be telling me what to do or can I have my fun?” He asked, cupping the back of her head and flexing his strong thigh again under him, smiling as she adjusted her hips once more and cool air blew on the wetness she had left.

The poor thing couldn’t speak. She was so lost in grinding against that spot on his leg, kissing away her moans into his skin now that he has denied her his lips.

He used his fingers to gently brush her clit, and she jolted- now looking him in the eyes. “Did you hear my question, darling?”

His lady nodded, biting at her lower lip now. Osferth shrugged, pressing his calloused thumb onto her clit again. “Guess I’ll have my fun..” He muttered nonchalantly, looking into her eyes with a softened gaze. “You want to have some fun with me?” He asks so innocently, ignoring the guttural moan that came from his lover, and the way she gripped into his shoulders for balance.

Rocking herself against his hard muscle, she mewls as that sensitive bud catches on the rough fabric of his pants, head falling forward into his shoulder. Osferth grips her and guides her up and down his thigh, flexing just right as her cunt passes over him.

Her fingers are tight on his shoulders now, her cheeks flushed. “Do it… do it again..” his lover whines, and Osferth feels his cock leak just a bit more.

“Do what?” The man asks teasingly, rubbing at her clit with two fast fingers.

Quick, muffled moans fall from lips, but he can hear the simple “Not that.”

“Tell me then darling, tell me,” he coaxes, his face full of faux concern. Just as she’s about to answer he drags her cunt roughly again, tightening the muscles as she goes.

This time her moans are much louder.

“Good girl,” he whispers again, and she clenched around nothing. “Don’t be scared to let out those sweet noises my dear, I want to hear them.”

He continues his motions again, quickening his hand until she’s stammering and her eyes go up to the ceiling. She’s shaking like a baby deer in his lap, desperately grinding more into his hand.

With a loud moan she finally cums, spilling out onto his fingers, still tightening her cunt around emptiness. It throbs almost painfully, and as he touches her clit again she bucks away from his hand from the overstimulation.

“My dear we’re just getting started,” Osferth teases, but nonetheless removes his hand to hold her gently on him. He brushes her hair behind her ears delicately, planting a soft kiss to her lips. He can tell her mind is still reeling as her eyes flit around, finally closing at the feel of his soft kiss. “Shh dearest, I’ve got you,” he whispers.

He looks around at the dying candles of his hall, and he readjusts himself on his chair. No one was to be expected until the morning.

Osferth smiles, kissing his lady once more, a tickling hand running up her thigh.

“Say it again,” the Prince whispered in his lover’s ear, his body pinning her against the wall. His arms were a cage around her body as he slowly maneuvered his knee in between her legs.

“My lord-“ she whispered back, almost a plea for him to treat her with the mother’s mercy. “I-“

He hiked her dress up to her waist, knee pressing against that delectable spot between her thighs. “Yes?” Prince Jacaerys whispered, slowly applying more pressure. She could only find it in herself to moan in reply.

He chuckles at that, the sound rumbling in his chest, making her heartbeat quicken. “I said say it,” Jacaerys repeats. The Prince moves his free hand up her thigh, gently squeezing and she involuntarily grinds her hips against him.

She needs him. She needs everything that is him. His hand moves upward, touching her with just a finger and her hips buck into him with a whine.

“Princess, I promise..” he starts, taking a pause to kiss along her jaw with soft lips. “I promise I’ll take care of you.. just. Say. It.”

“Jace-,” she moans, and he stares into her eyes. She looks at him like a deer and for a minute he wants to consume her immediately.

Jacaerys settles for gently touching her throbbing clit through her underclothes, torturously rubbing at such a slow speed she wonders if she’s imagining it.

Her eyelids flutter and she arches her back against the wall she’s pressed against, the cold stone creating an ache. It’s nothing compared to the ache in her stomach, the ache to come apart for him.

She doesn’t want to say it, she doesn’t want to give him that power yet. But he’s oh so good with his hand, and the princess can’t even begin to wonder where he learned such skills before he’s pressing against her again. His cock is hard, his body warm; and she gasps in pleasure.

Jacaerys smirks at his lover, watches as she writhes against him from just a touch. He feels her body he at up, he feels her legs clamping against his hand to keep him there… and yet he wants to hear her call him-

“Gods, gods my king please, I can’t-” she mewls.

There it is.

“Issa sȳz hāedar,” Jacaerys whispers and the princess cries out. Loud. My good girl.

She’s so wet that his fingers easily slide into her cunt, sending her thrashing even harder. Two long digits stretch her apart, and he curls them inside. Grabbing at his hair his lover throws her head back hard against the stone.

“Shh shh my beautiful, be gentle with yourself,” Jacaerys coos, removing his fingers to rub at her clit again. It’s throbbing against him, sending a delicious buzz to her core, and he grins before gently sliding his free hand to behind her head. “You’ve been so good for me.. don’t hurt yourself.”

He kisses her lips gently, letting her find solace in his soft mouth, dancing with her tongue until she’s calm again.

And yet her cunt still pulses, and he still wants to see her fall apart. Jacaerys thrusts three fingers into her, stretching her apart against his hand. “Come for me princess.. I know you can. Come apart for your king,” he commands, and yet he says it with so much gentleness, so much love, it sends her heart reeling.

She wants to. She wants to listen to him. He slides them in and out at such a fast pace, and then his thumb comes to brush against her clit that she grabs at him, hiking her leg higher on his waist to let him go deeper.

Jacaerys curls his fingers against that one spot inside her, and she gasps again, broken whines filling the room. “Fuck come on, give it to me, Tepagon ziry naejot issa-“ Give it to me.

The princess claws at his back, throwing her hips forward into him and he presses on her clit again. “Jace, oh Jace, I’m almost-“

Her eyes squeeze shut as her body shudders, everything disappearing into a satisfying hum. Her legs shake as she struggles to stand up, and yet Jace grabs her leg higher. He doesn’t stop touching her, riding her through her orgasm, her noises stopping as her mouth forms that delectable ‘o’ shape.

Moans turn into fast breaths and he lets her put her legs down, holding her against him gently. Jacaerys removes his fingers and circles them around her wetness, gathering her release on his hand.

He softly kisses her lips again, her eyes fluttering with satisfaction. “You’re so perfect for me,” he whispers, and he brings her dress back down.

“Now come.. walk with me back to my chambers, with my prize running down your thighs..” he continues, kissing her face to bring her back to him.