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As the small party of lords and friends started to scatter after the feast, Cregan wandered the corridors and found Aemond in the Painted Table Room. He was sitting in front of the fire, wearing his usual leather doublet, his hair pulled neatly away from his face in a simple braid that hung at his back.

"I do hope I am not intruding," Cregan said respectfully.

After all, despite their friendship, Aemond was still a prince of the realm, and that title was not a meaningless one where the man was concerned. Despite his noble qualities, he was irascible and Cregan had yet to find himself directly subjected to his hot temper, which he hoped to never be. 

"Not at all," Aemond assured, and Cregan visibly relaxed at the invitation.

The young northerner had a cup of wine in hand but didn't seem to be drinking. He had shed his outer coat of leather and wolf furs, and pulled his long hair back high on his head; he appeared leaner and younger this way.

Aemond knew the Stark lord remained careful in his presence, despite their friendship, and he knew it to be a show of respect and not of fear. This was one thing Aemond hated the most in the people he sometimes frequented, their wariness or caution around him, hidden by false respect. Everything in Cregan's demeanor and the way he addressed Aemond showed genuine reverence not only because of his name and station, but for his character as well. 

The Starks were known for their loyalty and strength, along with their tempers which could be both icy and wild. Cregan had a calmness to him that Aemond appreciated, and beyond everything he held himself to high standards of honesty, honor and bravery. The man had strong values and principles, which he would defend to his last breath. 

“How is your sister, may I ask?” he inquired.

At his side, Cregan shifted his weight, his gaze coming to rest on his face for an instant before going back to watching the flames.

“She is very well, thank you,” he answered with a smile. "Holding down the fort for me, as she usually does in my absence. There are days I think she might make a better Warden of the North than me."

"You are too hard on yourself, Lord Cregan, you are most capable in your own right," Aemond flattered, which was out of character for him. It made Cregan's skin prickle between his shoulder blades, a shiver that made him want to shift his weight again, but he forced himself to keep his composure. 

"Thank you, my prince," he said quietly, taking a careful sip of his wine. The rich liquid cooled down his mouth and wet his throat.

"There you are,” a feminine voice called behind them before Cregan could answer, and when he turned you were coming down the stone steps and walking around the Painted Table. You were dressed beautifully, looking more elegant and regal than he had ever seen you. "I was wondering who had smuggled my lord husband away."

Coming to their level you took purchase on the back of the chair and pressed a chaste kiss to Aemond’s cheek. The gesture was both sweet and intimate, and Cregan averted his eyes.

"My apologies, princess," he offered in good humor, even though he had been the one seeking Aemond's company, and his heart missed a beat at the intense look you and your husband shared.

He had scarcely seen as harmonious a couple, and it was a blessing to witness such a union, as marriages arranged for political alliances were rarely so well-matched. You two were a force to be reckoned with, each of you fascinating in your own ways.

You could be ruthless and steely in public when the context demanded it, but in private you were warm and friendly. The Prince was an enigma, behaving quite the same in every situation, poised and collected with an edge of danger to him, and Cregan always wondered what was lurking behind his piercing eye. 

"There is no need for such formalities between us, my friend, you are free to borrow my husband whenever you like," you said amicably. 

Cregan stepped closer to you and you smiled, welcoming his proximity. "I admit he makes for the most pleasant company," the man replied.

Aemond shifted his weight almost imperceptibly and regarded the two of you intensely over the rim of his cup. The moment broke as Cregan regained his senses, his train of thought startling him. With a deep breath, he stepped away and bowed before bidding you good night and retreating to his chambers, his heart hammering in his chest.

You gasped as Aemond pushed you against the sheets and your laughter died in your throat as you took in the ruthless look on his face. 

You could only weave your fingers into his hair and throw your head back as he licked a precise strip up your core. The caress was only meant as a tease, as putting his mouth to you was an act meant to be savored, and tonight he found he didn't have the patience for it. He needed to watch you fall apart, urgently, to fulfill his own raging need. 

Kneeling on the bed between your legs, he brought them over his thighs, exposing you. Bowing down, he pressed his mouth to the sensitive inside of your knee while his right hand searched for your core and the spot where you were most responsive.

He pressed a thumb to your, where he had licked a minute earlier and watched intently as you surrendered to his endeavor. You were already damp and knowing your desire prior to his touch spurred him on.

He groaned aloud when he pushed two fingers inside of you in quick succession, only letting you get used to one finger for a couple of strokes before adding a second. Your tightness was almost blinding in its temptation, but he needed to witness your pleasure more than he needed release.

He crooked his fingers inside you, pressing on the rough spot that never failed to make you moan and grind back against his hand. You arched your back, your stomach growing taunt and your eyes fluttering close. Seeing your falling apart, clenching around his fingers and moaning his name in pleasure was a sensation no less intense than flying on Vhagar. 

"Look at me, my love," he demanded and you complied, your eyes clouded as if a fever had taken hold of you.

His thumb rubbing a tight, precise circle on your nub and his two fingers pressing on your spongy spot, Aemond brought you to your peak with ruthless efficiency, almost punishing in his precision.

He didn't give you time to breathe or get used to the onslaught, keeping a hard grip on your thigh with his other hand. You rocked back into him just as fervently as he was pleasuring you, and he could tell from the way your peak was approaching rapidly. 

You cried out as your release tore through you, hips locking into place and your frame quivering. The sight alone was enough to make him abandon his grip on your thigh to bring his left hand between his own legs, stroking himself in rough, short pulls. 

“What got into you tonight?” you panted, exhausted but delighted.

Aemond didn't answer, instead brought himself down and captured your mouth in a scorching kiss. You were too languid, still swimming in the last waves of your pleasure to respond to it actively, but it didn't deter him. He curled his tongue against yours, savoring the heat of your mouth and the shape of your lips.

He liked having your pliant under him, satisfied by an early release but still eager for more. He could see it in the way your body curled toward his, in the way your hips rocked forward and your legs rose to wrap around his waist.

Now was the perfect time to take you, while you were still caught in the waves of lust, before it all abated completely. He usually reveled in seeing your face as he took his pleasure inside you, bringing you down with him, but tonight he wanted to bury himself fully in you, as deep as you could take him. He guided your pliant body and you gladly turned over, lazily pulling your knees under you, resting your face on a pillow. 

“Cregan," you said in a laugh and Aemond groaned, pulling your hips back and sliding his cock between your folds as you mentioned your guest.

“You are jealous of Cregan,” you laughed again, earning yourself a sharp slap on the curve of your ass. You yelped but didn't lose your delight. “He is merely a friend,” you assured.

“I’m not blind, my love, I can see the way he looks at you,” Aemond insisted, rubbing the red mark he had left on your skin.

“And how does he look at me?” you asked, your voice turning rough as he pressed into the precise spot he had hit.

“Respectfully, I will admit. He might be a friend, but I can see he lusts for you,” he sighed as you kept rocking into one another, never going so far as the tip of his cock sliding into the dip leading to your entrance. 

The sensation was the perfect way to reignite your desire and make you wanting as much as you had before your first peak, and the teasing kept Aemond on the edge, growing so hard it was almost painful. But he knew the relief when he finally entered you would be without comparison.

“Cregan is too honorable to try anything," you stated, and Aemond had to agree. "Besides, he admires you too much to betray you this way.”

Aemond hummed, unconvinced. “It’s true, my love,” you insisted, rocking back against him harder, the tip of his cock pressing firmly against your entrance without pushing in. “I see the way he looks at you, too,” you whispered, sliding a hand between your legs to guide him inside of you. Aemond's head started to spin and he dropped forward to press a wet kiss between your shoulder blades.

“My love,” he breathed like a plea before entering your in one firm thrust, groaning at your tightness.

Before he could restrain himself he was pulling out and pushing back in, starting a quick and precise rhythm. For a long, selfish minute he took you as he wished, quick rolls of his hips into yours, satisfying the primal urge in him. He was rarely quick or rough with you, but the teasing and the words had broken his resolve and he needed to release the pressure that had built inside him.

You groaned each time his cock hit the end of your cunt and for a second he fantasized about letting his primal instincts take over and fucking you until he spilled, uncaring for your pleasure.

He felt his peak approaching rapidly and forced himself to stop abruptly, cock buried deep inside you. You mewled and tightened around his cock, making his head spin and his stomach tighten almost painfully. He threw his head back and breathed through his mouth, pleasure mounting in a dangerous whirlpool and for a second he thought he would go over the edge despite himself.

But slowly the intensity decreased and he groaned in both relief and frustration, retreating from the edge slowly. He was still close, but it was bearable. 

“Tell me, my love… Do you think the little wolf would fuck you as good?" Aemond groaned. He was now barely rocking into you, and the sensation was torture. Every inch of him was sensitive, aching for release, but he knew the bliss would only be more powerful if he was patient.

"I think he would... if his prince instructed him to," you choked, trying to rock back against his unmoving hips. "Cregan is nothing if not... dutiful. And is it not his duty to serve his princess?" you asked, tightening around him and grinding down in an effort to chase your pleasure once again.

Aemond let you, holding on with all his might, focusing on every flutter of your cunt around him. 

"Aemond," you pleaded and he could no longer hold out. His hands like a vice around your hips, he pushed you down to lay against the sheets and laid over you, his arms barely holding him up. Draped over you, his cock stretching you from a new angle, Aemond weaved your fingers together as you rocked like waves on the shore.

You twisted in his embrace, searching his mouth, but Aemond was too far gone to reciprocate your kiss.

"I'm sure Cregan would be just as thorough in serving his prince," you murmured, nipping at his chin, and both your words and teeth spurred him on.

Feeling his body starting to quiver over yours, you brought one of your hands down between your legs, touching yourself in rhythm with his erratic thrusts. He went over the edge before you, groaning long and deep as his cock pulsed, his face buried in your shoulder.

As he grew oversensitive he felt your tighten and flutter around him, your moans rising in the air, growing higher-pitched.

The fire was still burning in the hearth when Aemond came down a couple of hours after the banquet had ended. Most of the castle was fast asleep, with only the guards standing vigil. In a mirror of the evening, Aemond found Cregan in the Painted Table Room and for a second wondered if the man had even gone to bed. His more casual clothing and his damp hair told Aemond that he had at least rested a while and washed.

"I thought you would be in your chambers at this late hour, my lord," Aemond commented.

"I haven't been able to find sleep," Cregan explained, his gaze fixed on the fire. The flames were making warm tones reflect in his hair, auburn strands that were otherwise blended in his dark waves. 

"Are your chambers not to your liking?" 

"They are perfectly adequate, my prince. Forgive me if I make a horrible guest," he replied, turning slightly to look at Aemond. 

His gaze shifted when he noticed Aemond's state of undress. It was obvious Aemond was bare below the robe he wore, and Cregan swallowed, obviously not insensitive to the sight. 

"This place is... magnificent," he said, looking around as if not knowing where to put his gaze, and Aemond shivered in anticipation. 

"I do hope the company measures up," Aemond hummed, and Cregan turned his gaze to him again.

Both men shared a small smile and the atmosphere gradually shifted. Aemond stood the earnest gaze Cregan had fixed on him, and the young man looked aside quickly. That was when Aemond realized he had not put his eyepatch back on, and that his sapphire was on display.

"Does it pain you?" Cregan asked, but the expression in his eyes was everything but concern.

"From time to time."

"You rarely uncover it," he murmured, and Aemond made a humming sound, stepping closer to the fire and as result, closer to the other man. 

“Only when among friends,” he replied, and his closeness meant Cregan could smell the sweat on him, along with your distinctive perfume. Guessing what had kept him awake at this hour was no hardship. 

Cregan couldn't bring himself to look away from Aemond's piercing violet gaze, even though there was an edge of danger to it. He was threading dark waters, but the thrill was too intense for him to back out. For the first time in years, he allowed himself to be more reckless than he usually was. 

"In the spirit of the friendship we share and the honesty we both value, I must be forward with you," the dragon prince said. "Your admiration for my wife has not gone unnoticed."

Cregan's heart thundered in his chest, and he hesitated. "I meant no offense nor disrespect, my prince, please forgive–"

"None was taken, Cregan," Aemond smirked as a flush bloomed on the other man's face at the use of his name.

Unsure how to proceed, Cregan stayed silent and let the prince lead the discussion. It was clear he had an endgame in mind, and the prospect of being subjected to his desires excited Cregan. "Your admiration for me hasn't gone unnoticed either, unless my lady wife was mistaken?" Aemond continued, the corner of his mouth rising up slightly.

"She was not, my prince," the other man confirmed, quickly looking aside at the fire before turning his gaze back to Aemond. He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders slightly, gathering his composure. 

"Can you blame a man for admiring a dragon? Or two?" he asked boldly, his head held high and his eyes looking directly at the white-haired man. It was almost brazen, and if it had been anyone other than Cregan saying those words, it would have brought fury to Aemond's heart. Instead it exhilarated him, heat flaring in his stomach.

"A mated pair, at that," Aemond continued, taking another step forward, elation building in his chest when Cregan didn't step back or look aside. "Your admiration is not unwelcome... Besides, mated dragon pairs are known to share the spoils of their hunts," he said, raising a hand to Cregan's shoulder, unfurling a loose curl that had slipped from its tie at the back of his skull.

"Does the Princess know of the offer you are making me?" Cregan asked quietly, already knowing the answer and Aemond hummed the positive, throwing him a look that meant more than words.

Their loyalty and dutifulness was one quality they shared, and he knew the prince wouldn't make such an intimate offer without your approval.

"I have not taken many to bed since the passing of my wife," Cregan informed.

"Which is why this is an offer, my friend, and not a command," Aemond said. “The doors to our chambers are open to you, any time you wish it."

Cregan shivered as the prince turned, looking intensely at him over his shoulder before leaving the room. It was obvious that his presence was requested, yet he knew no offense would be taken if he decided to go to his own bed.

He knew it wasn't uncommon for princes and princesses to take lovers, although the latter was not talked about. He hadn't been celibate before his marriage or after the passing of his wife, sharing his bed with some women and a man or two.

Men were easier in a way, there was no risk of unwanted consequences and Cregan would take no pride in fathering bastards. He knew there were several ways to prevent unwanted pregnancies, but he was unsure how familiar with them you were. 

While he wasn't innocent, and wasn't a complete stranger to pleasuring men and receiving pleasure from them, he had never gone to the bed of a married couple.

While Aemond's interest was a surprise, it was a welcome one and quite flattering. He suspected the prince never to have bestowed his interest on a man before, and Cregan was certain he would never consider it outside of his marriage bed. He suspected it was more about a sense of curiosity and adventure, and about trust.

He wondered how involved he would actually be, or if he intended to watch and send Cregan on his way once he was done. The prospect of being allowed to touch the prince exhilarated him and he longed to get a taste of his dangerous aura.

Despite the unknown, the temptation was too much and he made his way upstairs a minute later, enjoying the quiet atmosphere of the castle. The corridors were empty, barely lit and cold, and it made him shiver with anticipation, all the more eager for the warmth that awaited him in the royal chambers. 

Taking a deep breath, Cregan went down the few stone steps leading to your apartments. Walking through the threshold carefully, the first thing he noticed was the smell of the hearth and burning candles. Aemond was sitting in a chair by a large mahogany desk, his hair out its braid, flowing loosely over his shoulders.

"I do hope I am not intruding," Cregan started when you noticed him.

"Not at all, you are expected," you answered, rising from the bed where you had been sitting, braiding your own hair. 

Letting go of it and leaving it to hang at your back, you welcomed him with two hands on his chest and a warm smile. Over your shoulder, he caught Aemond's eye and the two men regarded each other carefully, weighing in the situation.

"You are intimidating him," you chided, and Cregan could only enjoy the musicality of the High Valyrian language, as he didn't speak a word of it.

Aemond chuckled darkly, rising from his seat but not moving from where he stood. "Why don't you make him more comfortable?"

You pushed yourself up to your toes and pressed your lips to the corner of his mouth, bringing your hands up to Cregan's face; his skin was warm, his beard softer than you had expected. 

"Go on, my love. Welcome our guest properly," Aemond suggested. 

Curling your hands at his jaw and neck, you brought his head down to meet yours. He went willingly, his hands remaining curling around your shoulders as you pressed your mouths together. Before you could get used to the feeling of his lips, his mouth opened gently, his tongue seeking yours. His breath tasted of sweet wine and a musk quite different from Aemond's.

It wasn't unpleasant, and the way he kissed you spoke of experience and confidence. He kissed you rougher than Aemond usually did, and it took a moment before he caught up to your rhythm, slowing down.

Sliding your hands down from his face, following the lines of his shoulders and arms, you gripped his wrists and pulled him along, taking a few steps back without breaking the kiss until the back of your knees grazed the bed. When you pulled back you noticed his breathing had deepened and you reveled in the way his eyes darkened when you pulled at the laces of your robe and let it fall to the floor, exposing your bare body.

You shuddered in both nervousness and excitement, but Aemond's appreciative hum kept you grounded. 

"You're beautiful," Cregan said, breathless. You flushed under his heated gaze, and after a quick look to your husband, you started to undo the laces of his clothes. 

Little by little, the warm glow of his skin was exposed, beautiful in the candlelight. He was more heavily built then Aemond, his strength lying in the bulk of his muscles. His skin was covered in dark hair, and when you ran your hand down the curve of his pectoral, the hair was soft and pleasant to thread your fingers through.

He shivered as you explored his chest and shoulders, his own hands remaining on your arms, and you wanted to laugh at his propriety. The last thing you wanted was for him to be proper—you wanted to see the wolf in him, wild and undaunted. 

As he stood bare in front of you, holding himself proudly and without shame, you considered the possibilities that were offered to you.

"Do I please you, princess?" he asked, a slight smile tugging at his mouth, telling you he knew the answer.

Laughing darkly, you pressed yourself up against him, the both of you sighing when your stomach pressed against his hardening cock. You tucked your face in his neck, your hands exploring his shoulders and arms with obvious enjoyment.

Over your shoulder Cregan was looking at Aemond for approval, his hands caressing your back gently, grazing the top of your backside without daring to go lower.

Aemond titled his head at him—a possessive instinct was burning in his chest, but there was something exhilarating knowing Cregan was under his authority. A wordless exchange was taking place between them, Cregan smiling almost wickedly at him before pressing open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat, his hands finally exploring the curves of your backside, bringing you tighter against him.

Cregan rocked your bodies together once, then twice, and Aemond hummed, his hands clenching at his sides. The two of you did make the most enticing sight; he found himself growing hard and untied his robe, his skin prickling under the gaze Cregan threw at him over your shoulder.

The northerner shivered as Aemond shed his robe fully and his mouth watered at the sight of his lean muscles and endless planes of creamy skin. He looked agile and strong, his hairless chest and defined stomach drawing attention to his prominent hip bones he wanted to sink his teeth in. Aemond stretched his shoulders, rolling them like a great cat and exposing his throat for a second. 

"Get him on the bed," he guided, and you complied happily, turning in Cregan's hold and guiding him to sit on the bed.

You pushed at his shoulders until he pulled himself further up, sitting in the middle of the bed. You climbed in after him, straddling him in one graceful motion. He gasped, hands rising up to your waist on instinct. He looked down at you hovering over his hips but not touching him, waiting for you to push yourself closer.

“Why so shy, little wolf?” Aemond crooned, making Cregan shiver.

He had admired male beauty countless times before, but he had to admit, Aemond Targaryen was one of the greatest temptations he had ever faced. From his ethereal silver hair, to his sharp features and the sapphire stone that stood in the place of his left eye—Cregan felt a pull so strong he was prepared to set his morals aside for a night. 

Marriage was sacred, and to Cregan nothing was more important than oaths. Aemond and you had invited him into the sanctity of your union, to share a night of pleasure, and he felt honored. 

Encouraged by Aemond’s eye on him, Cregan slid his hands down your waist down to your thighs, enjoying the smoothness of your skin and the soft hair that littered your legs. Glancing at Aemond, he noticed the man was clenching and unclenching his fingers, as if he wanted to reach out and touch, or to pull Cregan away from his wife.

There was a dangerous edge to the gesture, but it only made Cregan’s skin flush with desire.

Aemond hummed encouragingly and the young man ran his hand up your thighs again, his thumbs naturally coming to rest in the crease that led to your cunt. It was flushed a dark color, a patch of neat curls surrounding it, and Cregan could see how a man could want to lose himself to such pleasures night after night. 

You whined quietly at his hesitation, and finally, Cregan swiped his thumb between your folds. You sighed, blissful, and Cregan heard Aemond hum again, huskier than before.

“She likes it slow,” he provided, at which you chuckled. 

“Aemond likes it even slower than me. He likes to make it last, to savor it…” you murmured as Cregan’s thumb kept pressing at your core in a slow rhythm, more forceful than Aemond was, but not unpleasant.

“What about you?” you inquired, genuinely curious. Your breathing was getting heavier, your nipples growing darker and more pointed, and Cregan wanted nothing more than to put his mouth to them, to suckle at them while you took your pleasure from his hand.

“I admit I’m usually not very patient.”

“We’ll teach you the virtue that is patience, then, little wolf,” Aemond crooned, stepping closer to the bed in slow, measured steps, like a predator gauging their prey before settling on the bed. 

“Cregan. Please call me Cregan,” the Stark lord murmured, his face flushing at the pet name Aemond kept using.

“Very well, Cregan,” Aemond hummed, and Cregan almost startled as the man had said his name right into his ear, settling beside him on the bed. 

You unwrapped your arms from around Cregan’s neck to pull your husband closer. You slid a hand behind Aemond’s neck and pressed your mouth to his, and he responded quickly and passionately. Cregan muffled a pleased groan at the sight, his cock twitching. The two of you made an enticing sight, his sharp edges with your soft curves, his ruthlessness and your eagerness.

“I think someone is envious,” you said with a smile as you broke away from your husband’s kiss. 

Cregan was looking at you, pupils blown wide and breathing gone erratic. He was so enraptured that his thumb had stopped caressing you, but the sight of him aroused was so beautiful that you couldn’t bring yourself to feel frustrated.

“Why don’t you give him a taste?” Aemond asked, and Cregan shivered at the tone even though he could not understand a word.

Pushing yourself closer to Cregan once again, trapping his aching cock between your core and his stomach, you contemplated him. His eyes fluttered close for a second and he groaned involuntarily, his hips jerking into yours. You ground against him a couple of times to sate the growing hunger inside of you, preening under Aemond’s intense gaze, one of your hands rising to press on Cregan's lower lip. 

“Why don’t you?” you asked your husband without breaking eye contact with Cregan, and the man didn't need to understand Valyrian to know what you meant.

He turned to Aemond on instinct and was met with two piercing eyes, one bright blue and the other a dark violet, both just as enticing. His breath hitched as Aemond dipped his head to the side and brought his face close to his. Their noses touched for the briefest second, a tender gesture that left Cregan breathless before his mouth was taken in a firm kiss. 

Aemond's lips were hard and unyielding, keeping the kiss chaste. Cregan sighed against his mouth and forced himself not to press back, enjoying the proximity and giving the other man the time to adjust. 

Your thumb was still caressing the corners of their joined lips, a grounding gesture that kept them tethered to you. When Aemond pulled back for a breath Cregan followed him, grazing his lips to his then kissing his chin, tasting his sweat and the musk of his skin. He moaned in the back of his throat when Aemond dived back in, pressing a harder kiss to his mouth and humming.

The sound vibrated against Cregan's face and he brought a hand up to curl around the side of the other man's neck, hoping to feel the next hum. His wish was granted when Aemond groaned and opened his mouth. 

Your hand slid from Cregan's chin to the back of his head, toying with the tie that kept his hair back. Aemond's tongue probed Cregan's patiently, exploring. He heard you sigh lovingly as they kissed, languid and unhurried, and he pulled you closer by the hip.

He smiled against Aemond's mouth when you started to kiss his neck, a smile that broke into a breathless moan when you resumed your rocking against him. Caught between your cunt and Aemond's mouth, Cregan shivered and started rocking back, moaning his pleasure into the passionate kisses the prince was now giving him.

Cregan was a marvel under Aemond's mouth. His beard was scratching Aemond's chin in the most delicious way and he appreciated how patient he was, following his lead. Their kisses grew more heated as you curled a hand around your husband’s cock and resumed your rocking against Cregan's.

The three of you moved together as one, laying back on the bed progressively, and for a minute Aemond enjoyed having the dark-haired man under him. It allowed him more leverage to push his mouth further open, feeling the point of his teeth on lips, making the both of them grunt.

Pulling back to breathe, the way Cregan looked at him was reverent and for a second it overwhelmed Aemond. Sensing his discomfort, Cregan turned and focused his attention back on you. Wonderful and perceptive as you were, you smiled and shifted your weight off of Cregan, sliding off of his lap.

You laid yourself on the bed between the two men, looking up at them with hooded eyes. Aemond didn't hesitate and let his habitual instincts take over, kissing down your body until he was settled between your legs, your thighs over his broad shoulders.

You curled an arm around Cregan's neck and brought him down to you as you sighed in pleasure. Aemond hummed as if he was the one on the receiving end of such a kiss, his hands curling your thighs. He was obviously practiced and skilled at the act, and it made Cregan's own mouth water.

As if you could feel his need for an anchor, you pulled his head to yours and kissed him, curling your tongue around his in the most enticing manner. The expanse of creamy skin and the act being performed was making his head spin and he was grateful for the distraction.

As your pleasure grew and your breathing subsequently became deeper and more erratic, you broke the kiss to pant against his face, pressing your open mouth to his cheek and jaw. Opening his eyes again, Cregan watched with fascination and growing arousal as Aemond brought his wife to new heights, his upper lip catching on your nub and his nimble tongue moving in slow, precise strokes.

Keeping an eye on the prince, he lowered his head and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, pressing firmly with the flat of his tongue, enjoying your supple skin and the sweet taste of your sweat.

Gripping Cregan's hair tightly, you unraveled under your husband's mouth and the young Stark lord could only watch. He pulled back to watch your body grow taut and your back arch like a bow being pulled. You moaned Aemond's name as you came undone and he grunted against your cunt in response, his sapphire glowing in the dim light of the room. 

"Fuck," Cregan breathed, bringing a hand between his legs to stroke his aching cock. When he pulled back from his wife's cunt, Aemond's violet eye was darker than before, his cheeks flushed. He looked like a wild dragon, full of life and fire. 

In an instant he was on Cregan, pulling him in by the back of the neck and into a rough kiss. Cregan moaned as he tasted you on Aemond's tongue and he kissed him greedily, chasing the taste deep in his mouth. Aemond's head spun as he was pulled into a whirlpool of sensation. 

From Cregan's beard scratching his face, to the way his mouth was devouring him and his hands were roaming his back. Heat flashed through him and for a second he felt himself going over an edge of some kind and he had to look down to make sure he hadn't released. His cock was still hard, resting against his thigh, and it twitched as he thought of the possibility of Cregan's hand wrapping around it.

But now wasn't the time for it yet. With a hard look in his eye, he hovered over Cregan who was looking at him hungrily before deciding his next move. He pushed the dark-haired man onto his back again and he went willingly. His silent submission was a heady feeling, and Aemond felt a dark sort of satisfaction going through him at the other man's compliance. 

Instead of laying on top of him, Aemond pushed himself back up and held out a hand for you. You let yourself be pulled and guided, curling around your husband's side. He ran a hand down the front of your body, along your curves and shivering skin.

You tucked your face in his neck, gasping when he slid two fingers between your folds, grazing your oversensitive nub. You bit the junction between his neck and shoulder when he pushed two fingers inside of you at the same time. 

Both your teeth and the tightness of your cunt made him grunt, but he didn't touch his cock yet. It was throbbing at this point, neglected since the beginning of the embrace, but he knew the first touch would be heavenly if he waited a bit more. 

Keeping his eye on Cregan, Aemond curled his finger inside of you, pressing against the spot that made you see stars. Looking back and forth between Cregan's face and his hand stroking himself slowly, visibly restraining himself, Aemond had to hold on to every last drop of his abnegation and discipline not to bring a hand to his own cock. 

"Do you want to fuck her, little wolf?" he asked instead, taking pleasure in teasing the other man.

"Yes," Cregan hissed behind gritted teeth.

"Show me," he ordered, enjoying the full-body quiver that rocked Cregan's body at his words.

The dark-haired man moaned aloud as tightened his hand around his cock, stroking himself in quicker, rougher pulls. Aemond could tell it was good but not enough, from the way he was biting his lip, his stomach quivering.

A strangely dark and contemplative look in his eye, Aemond switched his hands between your legs, then brought it up to Cregan's face, his lip twitching when the man opened his mouth and licked the wetness from his fingers tentatively.

He pushed his fingers inside, letting his tongue curl between them and tracing the points of his teeth. Closing his eyes, Cregan nipped at his fingers, bringing them deeper into his mouth. It was wet and hot and his tongue seemed agile. Aemond grunted as his cock throbbed and twitched painfully and his resolve broke.

"I think he's waited enough, my love," he hissed, also noticing the way the man was repeatedly pressing his thumb under the leaking head of his cock. "Why don't you show him how skilled of a rider you are, hm?"

Removing his fingers from both Cregan's mouth and your cunt roughly, he guided you to straddle the young wolf. "What of unwanted conse—" Cregan started, but you interrupted him with a thumb on his lips.

"I'll take care of it, little wolf," you crooned. 

A dark edge had appeared in your eyes and it made him shiver in anticipation. Over your shoulder, Aemond was looking at him intensely as you settled your hands on his broad chest, threading your fingers through the thick hair.

He realized at this moment that he was at your mercy, splayed out in your marital bed for you and Aemond to do as you wished. You sunk down a few inches, taking only the tip of his cock inside of you, then clenched around him, making his head spin with heady pleasure and his stomach tightened in frustration. 

"Please," he pleaded, and Aemond made a tutting sound. You could tell your husband was growing desperate from the way he straddled Cregan's legs, effectively trapping him, pressing his hips into your bottom to release the coiled tension inside of him.

"Didn't I say we would teach you patience?" he asked, guiding you with his hands on your hips, making you grind gently, just enough to tease. 

While it served to reignite your desire and bring your back in the clutch of pleasure, it only prolonged Cregan's agony. There was only so much he could take, but he desperately wanted to please you, and Aemond's commanding presence was more exhilarating than a quick release.

"Beautiful," Aemond hummed, looking down at the both of you, making Cregan preen under the compliment. 

He watched the changes on your face as you grew wetter and wetter around the tip of his cock, your hand sliding between your legs, circling your core as you ground and clenched around his sensitive tip. He resisted the urge to wrap his hand around the length that wasn't inside of you, and instead surrendered to your pleasure, throwing his head back.

A flash of heat rushed through his body and his eyes snapped open as you finally sank down fully around him until he was buried to the hilt. He moaned aloud at the delicious pressure and the wild look in Aemond's eye, whose hands were gripping your hips tightly. You were soaking wet and tight and he couldn't help but rock back against you in long, slow pulls.

"Fuck," he groaned, and a wicked smile stretched Aemond's mouth.

His pointed teeth made Cregan shiver and he wanted to kiss him again, but he knew it would trigger his undoing. Instead he closed his eyes despite himself, losing himself to the rocking of your hips and your sweet moans. 

Aemond tucked his face in your neck, sucking kisses into your skin as his right hand slithered down your front. You gasped as he reached your core and started stroking you in time with Cregan's strong thrusts. Cregan's cock was girthier than Aemond's, and the burning stretch required a moment of adjustment, but your husband's fingers against your core soothed the slight sting. 

The sharp pressure of his fingers made your clench around Cregan's cock and you felt your pleasure escalate, as you were still quite sensitive after your first peak. Leaning back against Aemond, resting your head resting on his shoulder, you let the two men bring you slowly but steadily over the edge. 

Cregan could feel Aemond's finger graze him as he pressed it against your sensitive nub, and the tease was enough of a thrill to trigger his ascent to release.

For a minute there was nothing to the world but the three of you rocking together, Cregan buried in your cunt and Aemond grinding against your ass, his ragged breathing in your ear. You felt the wolf's hands make their way from your thighs to your hips, just below Aemond's.

"Do you want to take over?" you breathed, noticing the way Cregan's body was quivering, how his hands tightened on your hips.

"Yes," he grunted.

"That's not how you ask your princess, little wolf," Aemond growled.

Cregan pushed himself up, sitting up on the bed instead of laying down on the silky sheet, looking at Aemond desperately. He brought his hands up, curling them over Aemond's, his wide palms rough and warm. 

Over your shoulder, Aemond was still staring at him. He pulled one of his hands back, and before Cregan could fear he had overstepped his boundary, Aemond brought it to Cregan's mouth like he had done earlier, pressing a thumb on the point of his canine. There was a dark look in his eye, his pupil blown wide.

With a quivering breath, Cregan slid his hand that wasn't covering Aemond's over your hip, grazing the prince's sharp hip bone. Aemond gripped his chin harder, pulling him in rather than pushing him away, and emboldened by the gesture, Cregan slid his knuckles around your body until they bumped into Aemond's cock.

Both men groaned when his hand came into contact with the hard, silky skin. He was long and lean, smooth, velvety skin over a rock-hard shaft. It made Cregan's mouth water and they panted against each other's mouth as his thumb drew tight circles on the tip of Aemond's cock, pressing hard enough to bring him relief but not enough to bring him to completion.

"Please," Cregan breathed, desperate.

"Do it," Aemond ordered, and Cregan snapped his hips up, making you cry out. He picked up the pace, fucking into your with abandon, his eyes never leaving Aemond's face. 

At the same time he wrapped his hand around Aemond's cock fully, making him moan aloud. The pressure was heavenly as Cregan stroked him confidently, the roughness of his palm a welcome novelty. You shook and cried out as your release tore through your, trapped between the two men, your cunt clenching rhythmically around Cregan.

You collapsed forward against his chest, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his skin, tasting the sweat and musk of it.

"Please, Aemond," Cregan moaned, on the verge of release. You could feel his arm move around you, stroking a shaking Aemond.

"Do it," the prince breathed, his hand sliding behind Cregan's head to fist in his hair while his other tightened around your hip. 

The sharp pull at the back of his head triggered Cregan's undoing and the tension inside of him snapped and released. His hips stuttered as he unraveled, his cock pulsing deep into you. He moaned, long and rough, almost sounding like he was in pain. His vision swam, an intense release spreading from the pit of his stomach to his whole body.

You twisted in their embrace, titling your face toward Aemond who looked down at you with a wild and ruined look on his face. "My love," he breathed, and you felt your whole body prickle at how undone he sounded. 

"Finish inside of me," you whispered as Cregan slid out of you, falling back down on the bed, panting.

Cregan watched, mesmerized as Aemond entered you from behind, snapping his hips up sharply as the two of you were still straddling his thighs. You threw your head back, baring your neck, reaching up to tangle your hand in Aemond’s long white main. 

You gripped his hair hard at the base and pulled as Aemond came undone, his hips grinding into yours. The sapphire glowed in the candlelight as Aemond kissed you, gently and sweetly, the both of you sighing.

Finally, as the intensity of his release abated, you slid off Cregan's lap, sprawling back on the bed beside him, fully satisfied but exhausted. Aemond spread himself on top of you, his face coming to rest between your breasts.

You thread your hands in his tangled hair, pushing through to untangle it, making him groan each time your fingers tugged on one. Turning on his side, Cregan admired you while running his knuckles on Aemond's freckled back, enjoying the gentle shivers it brought to his skin.

As your breaths settled, you enjoyed the comfortable silence that fell over the room. 

"Are you pleased, princess?" Cregan asked softly, and the blissful expression on your face was answer enough. You reached out to him, stroking the curve of his shoulder and chuckling as he caught your hand and pressed a reverent kiss to the back of it.

"I should take my tea," you said with a small smile, sighing appreciatively when Aemond pulled himself up, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before letting you go.

Cregan sat up in bed, watching the way your hips were swaying as you walked to a nearby dresser where a cup was waiting. His hair had come out of its tie and he pulled it free, letting it cascade over his shoulders. His skin was golden in the candlelight, Aemond noticed from the corner of his eye, shining with sweat. 

The prince got up in one, smooth movement, grabbing the robe at the foot of the bed and wrapping it around himself. Cregan followed his example without a word, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and pushing himself up. He walked to the pile of clothes he knew was his and picked up his pair of trousers from it.

"Stay," Aemond interrupted, looking at him over his shoulder.

Cregan obeyed, draping his clothes over the back of a chair and accepting the dark blue robe the prince handed him. The fabric was a bit cold as he wrapped it around himself, but it was soft and heavy enough to feel grounding. 

"Behind closed doors, you don't have to call me princess," you added, and Cregan relaxed. Being familiar in the throes of passion was different than being so when minds were clear again, and the last thing he wanted was to have your friendship brittle.

He watched silently as Aemond turned to the side and raised his hands to his own face. Cregan's stomach twisted as he understood what the prince was doing, and he hid his worried expression in the cup of sweet wine you handed him.

The sapphire made a dull sound as Aemond put it away in a jewelry box and Cregan held his breath as he turned back around. Exposing his scarred side, Aemond looked at him seriously and a strange emotion swelled in Cregan's chest, both heat and cold. 

"A dragon and a wolf," you said with music in your voice, looking between your husband and him. "You do make an enticing sight."

Cregan chuckled, a flush rising in his cheeks, and a smirk tugged the corner of Aemond's mouth.

As the dragon and the wolf settled back into bed, propped against the plush pillows, you between the two men, Cregan felt at ease. The silence was comfortable and did not require words to break it to express the contentment you found in one another.

That was your strength, Cregan realized, the unspoken agreements and the way the three of you fit side by side. He knew that no matter what was to come, your shared friendship would remain the same.

Dividers by @/saradika

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“His name should be “the Unfortunate.” Or, perhaps, “the Unready.”

In his behaviours, crimes and heroics, he feels like a quintessential local king. I have too little care for the ethics of feudalism to pretend that one bleached flea is more moral than another, I am not going to justify this fictional fool or any of his fellow ticks on the bodies of kingdoms.

I like his story though. The way he viciously rejects his heritage and embraces it at the same time, more Andal than Valyrian who still holds the strongest bond with the physical manifestation of Valyrian ideas, something that both upholds and discredits their predatory traditions. A king doomed by others to become a king, the one who doesn’t want to rule but grows into it to the point of giving his all. He’s ready to fight and burn among his people when they show him loyalty but turns cruel and unstable when they defy him. His future is bleak, his past is disgusting. Remember those lines in The Green Knight film? “Is this all there is?” - “What else ought there to be?” He’s not Gawain, of course. Please give me Plato’s number, I’m going to telephone him to hear his hot take on this shit.