Drawing Kitty

"Another toast!" Aegon raised his goblet high, almost letting it slip through his fumbling fingers. "To our Strong nephews!"

"Aegon." You groaned, massaging your temples. "That's the seventh one."

"To Jace, Luke and Joffrey!" Aemond rose from his seat once more, supporting himself with a palm against the table's surface as he toasted the empty dining room. "The wisest and strongest of our family!"

"Aemond."

Your husband didn't heed your chiding tone as he drained his seventh goblet of wine while Aegon cheered him on. You shot the eldest brother a reproving glare, his face falling comically when he met your narrowed eyes. "Don't blame me!" Aegon shrugged. "My brother needs little encouragement when it comes to making godsawful puns."

Aemond sank gracelessly back into his armchair, tapping his long fingers against his iron goblet. You stood, moving to his side and coaxing the cup from his grip. "Come, my drunken dragon." You teased lightly. "It is time for sleep."

"If 'sleep' is what you call it." Aegon chuckled into his goblet, almost choking on his own drink.

"Gods, Aegon. First you get my husband drunk, then you make terrible jokes."

"He's not drunk." Aegon tittered, looking across at Aemond's flushed face. "I'm sure he'd still perform...to your satisfaction."

"Isn't there a kitchen maid you want to go harass?" You sneered at the prince, your hands coming to rest defiantly on your hips.

"Y/N..." Aemond warned softly, unheeded by both you and Aegon.

"I don't harass them." Aegon rolled his eyes, leaning back so hard in his chair it almost tipped over. "I am an excellent lover."

You actually laughed, throwing your head back with the force of it. "You?" Tears of mirth began to form in your eyes. You even heard a low chuckle from Aemond. "I would bet good money that you haven't made a woman orgasm once."

Aegon stood abruptly as well, his face reddening with anger. You hadn't notice Aemond until he smoothly stepped in between you and his brother, his back to you. Even though your husband was clearly tipsy, his stance was still protective.

Aegon looked at you over Aemond's shoulder, then back into the face of his younger brother. Aemond didn't utter a word, just stood in front of you until Aegon sunk sulkily back into his seat, refilling his goblet of wine.

You walked beside Aemond, wrapping your arm around his waist, his own hand coming to grip at your arm for support. You let him out of the room and into the labyrinthine corridors of the Red Keep, making slow progress back to your chambers.

"You shouldn't antagonize him." Aemond said slowly, his words slightly slurred.

"He should leave the women in this castle alone." You snapped, a little sharply.

"I worry for your safety above all else." Aemond continued as though he hadn't heard you. "My brother can be vindictive."

"I don't fear Aegon."

Your husband was silent a moment. "I know."

You reached your rooms, sighing in relief at the warmth coming from a brand-new fire within your stone hearth. You helped Aemond sit upon the sofa, kneeling before him to unlace his boots. He swayed a little where he sat, bracing himself with his hands as his violet eye roved your features. "You are fierce." He murmured after a minute's silence.

You grinned at him, tugging his boots free and setting them upon the ground. "Am I?"

"Mm." Aemond leaned forward, his silver hair falling over his shoulders to tickle your chest. "And beautiful."

He brought his lips down to meet yours briefly. "And clever."

He kissed you again, tasting of buttered rum. "You are everything I want."

You smiled, kissing the tip of his nose as you reached around to unbuckle the leather eyepatch, setting it to rest on the cushions beside him. Aemond's sapphire eye caught the flickering firelight and glittered brilliantly. You undid his hair, carding your fingers through the silken strands as it fell loose about his angular face.

Aemond leaned into your touch, his lilac eye fluttering closed as you continued to massage his scalp. "You are divine, Y/N." His own fingers began muddling with the laces at your corset. "Marry me."

"We've been married for two years, Aemond." You giggled, his hands making slow work freeing you from the confines of your dress.

"Marry me again."

You laughed brightly, your voice mingling with his own low chuckle as Aemond caught your lips again with his, molding his mouth to yours with heated intent.

"Tomorrow." You batted his hands gently away from your back and expertly unlaced yourself out of your dress. "I promise I will marry you again after you sleep off all the toasts you made this evening."

"They were good, weren't they?" Aemond mused, leaning back upon the sofa looking satisfied as his gaze roamed the curves of your body appreciatively.

"I'd call it a strong start." You eyed him for a reaction, your smile broadening as he laughed at your bad joke.

"Very good! They make it too easy."

You laughed together, lapsing into an easy silence, letting out quiet giggles every now and then as you thought about more strong puns.

"Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"You love me, do you not?"

Aemond's voice was small. You looked at him in surprise, thrown by the change in his demeanor. He was looking at you with an earnest, almost vulnerable expression, his hands tightening where they rested atop his thighs.

"Of course I love you!" You tried to lighten the mood back up, touching knee lightly. "I wouldn't have married you otherwise."

"You will always love me?"

"Aemond." You moved from your place on the floor, rising to sit flush beside him, almost in resting in his lap. You gazed intently into his upturned face, brushing your nose to his. "I will never stop loving you. Even when we are gone and only dust remains, I will still love you."

He was silent, his bleary eye fixed on a point over your shoulder.

You took his face in your hands, kissing the corner of his mouth. Aemond responded, grasping your waist with his large hands. "You are the best thing that's happened to me, Aemond."

"Does that mean you won't cancel our wedding tomorrow?" Aemond smiled weakly, rubbing circles into your flesh through your thin undergarment.

"I wouldn't dream of it." You pressed your forehead to his before pulling him to rest against your chest, your head atop his own. "I would wed you a thousand times, in a thousand lifetimes."

"Y/N..." His voice was a whisper. "You are my soul's desire."

Your arms tightened around him in response as you fought back a welling of emotion behind your eyes. You kissed his crown, rocking your entwined bodies soothingly, already feeling his breathing against you deepening.

It did not take Aemond long to fall into slumber, inebriated as he was from all the wine he'd had. After many minutes of you holding his sleeping form, your hands smoothing through his hair as you breathed in the scent of him.

Slowly, carefully, you extricated yourself from your husband, laying him gently down upon the cushions of the sofa. You retrieved a blanket from the bed, laying it over him and tucking him in. You took your time, your heart about to burst with the overwhelming love you felt for the man before you. You lingered at his side, admiring his sleeping profile in the firelight.

“I want a sibling!”

The high-pitched voice echoed across the room, quickly followed by a shriek that reverberated through your head like a dagger, jolting you awake at once.

You peered down through hazy eyes at your daughter of six who was stomping angrily across the carpeted floor, strands of silver hair shooting from her head in all sorts of weird and messy angles.

“I apologise, my lady,” the young servant breathed out, rushing behind the young child. “She would not heed my words.”

“It’s quite alright,” you said with a nod. “You may leave.”

She was a dragon through and through: hot tempered and demanding.

It had taken her father long years to keep that explosiveness at bay and you reckoned you would still encounter many of these outbursts before she’d finally settle.

She halted by the feet of your bed, mustering the most menacing expression, violet eyes alternating between you and her sleeping father.

“Jaelan ziry sir, kepa!”

Even in your broken High Valyrian you could make out a demand aimed at her father.

She didn’t just want a sibling. She wanted it now.

The bedsheets shifting beside you alerted you that Aemond Targaryen was finally awake.

“Do not scream,” you scolded before a yawn slipped past your lips. “Come here.”

Your daughter didn’t need to be told twice as she promptly climbed up the bed and crawled in between the two of you before plopping herself down with a huff.

Aemond rolled to his side with the groan of someone who had just been robbed of the peace and quiet that usually came with early mornings.

“Could this not have waited, tala?” he said.

“Daor,” she shook her head, sticking out her bottom lip in a defiant pout, crossing both arms. “I want a sibling now.”

Aemond turned his head to face her, his sapphire eye uncovered. “It would have to wait.”

She brought both hands to his long hair and twisted a few strands into unruly braids, not able to conceal her frustration.

“A day?”

You nearly chuckled at her remark. “A day? It would take many moons, my love.”

“But kepa said I came from Old Valyria… on dragonback…” she whispered, turning her eyes to meet yours. “Dragons are fast… maybe two days?” she beamed, hope coating her sweet voice.

You sighed heavily. “Aemond…”

“She caught me off guard, lady wife,” he said truthfully while gazing at his daughter. “What was I to say?”

“Now you have the opportunity to resolve this,” you smiled teasingly as his eye widened.

“What is it?” she spoke up before Aemond could. “When do I get a new sibling, kepa?”

Aemond was a master at concealing his emotions, but even in that moment, his composure faltered, as he realised his young and stubborn daughter would not back down.

Heaving a deep sigh, he detached her tiny hands from his hair and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer to him in a heartwarming display of affection.

“Remember those flowers you adore so much, byka zaldrīzes?” he lowered his voice as he spoke into her hear. “The one that uncle Daeron brought from Oldtown?”

Your heart fluttered in delight. Aemond calling her little dragon would never not make you emotional. Witnessing the young prince embracing the bond with his daughter was a privilege few could claim.

Her lilac eyes narrowed as she pondered for a moment. “Hmm. Yes! Moonbloom,” she nodded with a proud smile.

“Moonbloom, yes,” Aemond said, bringing one finger to brush away strands of silver hair that covered her face. “He brought a few seeds that we later placed in several vases.”

She nodded eagerly, eyes never tearing away from him.

“And what happened to those seeds?”

She wiggled her legs in anticipation, visibly enjoying the enticing questions from her father that read as a game just between the two of them.

“We got a few tiny plants!” she beamed, giggling and jerking her body as Aemond tickled her.

“And then…”

She froze in place, gasping dramatically. “… then… we got flowers!”

Aemond chuckled. “Sȳrje. Very well,” he praised as he planted a soft kiss to her forehead. “That is how you came to be.”

Scrunching her nose, she narrowed her inquisitive eyes. “I came from a… vase of flowers?”

You were a mere spectator, enjoying how Aemond handled such delicate matter, not able to hold back the wide grin on your face.

“Daor. I planted a seed inside your mother,” he said as he brought his hand to your stomach. “Here.”

Your daughter turned her head, eyes landing where his hand lay. “How did I get there?”

Aemond cleared his throat, staring at you in a silent plea.

“You are handling this perfectly, lord husband,” you said, placing your fingers atop his with a smile.

“So mother is a vase of flowers?” she inquired, confusion washing over her face.

Aemond’s lips curled into a soft smile. “You could say so.”

Her eyes widened incredulously as she brought her own tiny hand to your belly in sheer fascination.

“I’m a flower?”

The endearing conclusion she had drawn, had your heart clench.

“Iksā iā rūklon,” Aemond said with a nod. “Se iā zaldrīzes.”

“Woah!” she gasped in uncontrolled excitement, shooting her eyes to yours. “I’m a flower and a dragon, muña!”

You gave her the warmest smile. “The most delicate flower and the fiercest dragon.”

She got on her knees, bouncing on the bed with newfound enthusiasm.

Aemond was reading a book when you knocked. He closed it around his finger, holding his place. 

“Enter.”

You closed the door behind you and smiled at him. He stood and you eyed the book in his hand. As you walked toward him you tried to read the title. He liked that you showed an interest in his books. He lifted the book, showing you the spine so you could read “A Treatise on the Role of the Seven in Westerossi Feudal Structure.” You smile grew as you moved your eyes from the book to him. 

He took a ribbon from the spine and gently laid it between the pages held by his finger. He placed the book on his desk and walked back to you. 

“Enjoying that captivating tome, my prince,” you teased. Your eyes turned up at the corners. He loved that you could jest with him and never mock him. 

“Mmm,” he replied. He stepped closer to you and took your elbows into his hands, cupping them with his palms. “I welcome the interruption of course, my lady.” He kissed you lightly. 

He had wanted to see you but waited patiently while you attended to courtly duties. He was enjoying his book. He wanted to return to it but you were a pleasant distraction. 

“Well then, perhaps I should leave you with it,” you turned to leave with a gleam in your eye. His hand tightened on the elbow you left in his hand. You giggled softly. You turned and playfully kissed his cheek.

His dimples appeared so you kissed the other one. You stirred something in him. His chest tightened but he also felt a pull from his core. A heat. The way you looked at him disarmed him but comforted him. You made him comfortable.

“Don’t you dare,” he growled quietly. You blushed and tried to hide this new smile of embarrassment. He didn’t let you retreat from the closeness of your kiss. He kissed you back, firmly. “I need you,” he whispered into your kiss. You moaned against his mouth. 

That vibration made his cock twitch. That you could do that to him so easily never failed to surprise him. He pulled you closer to him, hoping that you would feel how hard he was becoming. You did. He was distracted by your mouth and before he realized it your hand slid to the front of his pants. You gently cupped him in your hand as you explored his mouth with your tongue. His moan was almost involuntary.

“I need you,” he purred again as he slid his mouth to your jaw and down your neck. He ran his hands up your arms, squeezing tightly whenever your hand moved against his pants. You grinned.

“I am here, aren’t I?” you asked with you jaw resting against the top of his head as he sucked and licked your neck. You sighed when he stopped and stood up. 

“Yes, indeed. Come with me.” He didn’t ask. He kissed you quickly and began to walk away.

“Bring the book.” He gestured over his shoulder to the desk and you stopped, bemused, but picked it up. You followed him to the bed, holding the book to your chest. 

“Thank you,” he took the book from you and laid it on the side table. He stepped closer to you and his eye searched your face. He reached up, not hesitant but respectfully, and began unlacing your dress. You wanted to rip off his clothes but stood still for him. You enjoyed watching him do things for you. It was charming. 

Aemond finished with the lacing and slipped the dress off your shoulders, all the way down to the floor. He waited for you to step out of it, then placed it over the back of the nearby chair. Your chemise was diaphanous. You began to remove it but he stilled your hands. A small, curious smile crooked up one side of your mouth. 

“After you,” he gestured to the bed. You pulled back the covers and slid onto the bed, lying on your back.

Aemond watched each of your movements intently, the way your body moved under the thin fabric made him harder. He abhorred undressing in front of anyone, less so in front of you but only by a fraction. Thankfully, with you he could take off this godsdamned patch. 

He slid it from his face and hair unceremoniously and placed it on the side table. You watched him and that was uncomfortable but not in a bad way. It was a discomfort that made is dick ache. He pulled the leather cord from his hair and let it fall over the sides of his face and his shoulders. He saw you watch his hair not his sapphire.

He tried not to rush through undressing, preferring slow, intentional movements. However, he did almost want to hurry, he wanted to be next you in bed. You were so beautiful, waiting on him. Aemond also didn’t want to stand naked before you any longer than was necessary. He tugged out of his boots, sat them by the chair. He removed his tunic and began to remove his pants, hesitating. You had seen him before but daylight was different. He knew his blue eye and silver hair caught the light and could be quite disarming. He took pride in those. 

He looked at you, his violet eye narrowed. He pushed his pants down and didn’t take the time to pick them up. He slid into bed next to you and guided you onto your left side. He kissed your neck.

“Aemond?” you asked quietly. 

“Mmmm,” he answered, lips still on your neck. 

“I’m…” you began. He slipped his arm under your neck, resting his hand on your arm. “Only, I will always be here for you, you know that, yes?” You stumbled through your words. He stopped kissing you, raised his head enough to catch your eye, and looked straight into you.

“Yes, I know.” His other hand found your hip and slid over it and down your thigh. You rested your hand on top of his. Your knees were drawn up a little as you lay on your side and he slid his behind, his thighs pressed against you, his shins against your calves. You grazed your toes over his ankle and the top of his foot. 

He felt your perfect ass touch him and sucked in a hissing breath. You heard it and wiggled your hips teasingly. His fingers on your thigh dug into your flesh. He put his face against the back of your neck and breathed deeply. How he wanted to be with you like this forever. Relishing the anticipation of you. Drawing out the aching need. 

Aemond moved his hand from your thigh, slowly passing over your hip, pulling the hem of your chemise up with him. He felt your skin with his fingertips, enjoying the goosebumps rising over your body. He hitched the fabric over your ass up to your waist. He pulled your back into his chest as he moved his hand between your bodies. 

He kissed your shoulder. You sighed and pressed your back into the warmth of his chest. His breathing was shallow. He was always anxious until he could stop his overwhelming thoughts. You were able to quiet them. His parted lips rested on your skin as he breathed. He slid himself against your ass and you moaned. His hand guided your thigh to rest on top of his, hooking your foot behind his calf. You wanted to roll your hips, to get him inside you as quickly as possible. 

“Be still, love” he cooed next to your shoulder. His self-restraint would always be precarious around you but even more so like this, your legs open and waiting for him. 

Aemond slid his hand back to your ass and guided himself into your wetness. He slid the length of his cock against you, enjoying the feeling of your heat on him. You moaned and tipped your hips, angling yourself toward him. He pressed the tip against your entrance and his teeth grazed your shoulder as he inhaled. 

Slowly he slid into your cunt. He wanted to feel all of you take him, feel you tighten then relax around him, make room for him. You gasped as he pushed into you. You were dripping wet but he was so big you always had to adapt for just a moment. You had to breathe. 

He smiled into your hair, mouth curling at the corners. The sounds you made were so wonderful. He could feel you clenching and relaxing and he knew you could take all of him. But that sound never failed to increase his arousal, as if for a moment you thought that this would be the time he wouldn’t fit. He tilted his hips, scooping your ass against his lower belly. You gasped and he chuckled, stifling it against your neck. He began to kiss your neck and ear. 

“Oh gods, Aemond,” you whined. “You feel so good inside me.”

“Mmmm” was all he could manage as he slid all the way in. Then, to your surprise, he guided your leg off his. He was gentle. He stroked the back of your thigh and coaxed your leg to rest in front of his. You tucked your foot between his, beginning to think you knew what he wanted today. 

Aemond twitched inside you every time you moved. He gritted his teeth giving you time to settle, hoping you remembered not to move your hips. He hadn’t been able to articulate his need to you the first time. As you had learned each other he became more skilled at communicating what he wanted. He couldn’t say out loud why he wanted this but he thought you knew, or suspected, and that was enough. He would consider telling you if you asked, you hadn’t. He relaxed his jaw as your movements ceased. 

“Thank you, darling. Be still.” He kissed your jaw just by your ear. He smoothed his hand down your upper arm, still covered in gooseflesh. He kissed your bare shoulder next to the strap of your chemise. He craved this some days, your skin, your body in his arms, and his dick buried deep inside your wet warmth. You loved him so much this was an easy way to show him. More than that, it was a gentle way to show him. Not requiring him to deflect the words themselves, not forcing him to break eye contact in frustration, but taking him into yourself as long as he needed. 

He didn’t pull too far from you but you felt his arm move and his chest leave your back. Aemond reached behind him to the small table. When he lay his arm back across you he was holding his book.

You giggled, pleased and more than a little excited. But every movement he made was exquisite torture for you both. Just moving his upper body and his arm had made you clamp down on his cock like you could come right then. He handed you the book, you took it from him, moving slowly and deliberately. He twitched deep inside you as you both settled.

Then Aemond slid his hand under your chemise, over your belly, and cupped your breast in his hand. He didn’t squeeze. He didn’t want this to be sexual. This wasn’t the sex you had together. This was something entirely different that he needed from you. He just held your breast and pressed his chest against your back. He laid his head on the pillow behind you. Before he closed his eye he saw you had propped your head on your hand and rested the book against a pillow.

He wanted to say things, to have the bravery to tell you his thoughts, but those words were moderately easier to express behind the armor of his clothing and his eyepatch. He was too vulnerable like this to even speak. He knew you understood what he wanted, no, what he needed. You began to read. 

“Maesters and septons have often disagreed on the subject that the new gods play a significant role in the…”

“Aemond!”

Your screech reverberated through the walls of his bedchambers.

The young prince reckoned it wouldn’t take much longer before your angry voice was heard yet again.

“Aemond!”

There it was.

A wave of satisfaction rippled along his entire body as anticipation gradually built up.

“Where are my clothes?” you bellowed in frustration from inside the bathing room. “Your sister awaits me! I will be late.”

Truth be told, Aemond dreaded having to part ways with you this early in the morning. Selfishness might be an overstatement.

He preferred to see it as a need.

The need to have you around and all to himself.

To consume all of you.

So, he decided to hide your clothes and bath towel while you were readying yourself for another day at court.

Quite a dull a fair, in his opinion.

He could deliver so much more to you than a day of walking around behind his sister and tending to her needs.

What about his needs?

And yours?

His antics proved to be enough to kindle your anger and frustration, which would only work in his favour in the end.

The dragon always comes out victorious.

As soon as your burst into the room, dripping wet and ready to pounce him, Aemond felt a rush of blood flooding downwards in a subtle tingling sensation.

“What did you do with my clothes?” you growled, taking large steps in his direction. “I will be late!”

Aemond merely shrugged, grateful that his ever growing erection was neatly hidden away from you under the bed cover.

He watched in sheer delight as you grabbed a pillow and tossed it at him, which he promptly deflected with one hand, his reflexes sharp as ever.

“You are so… infuriating!” you sighed in exasperation.

A teasing smile curled his lips. Getting under your skin had become one of his favourite pastimes. It got you all riled up with this pent-up tension that he’d so gladly fuck out of you.

But then something else crossed his mind.

Oh… you were probably going to flip at this.

But he was feeling particularly daring and willing to push you a little more than usual.

“I’m feeling feverish,” he started. “There’s this pain….”

And just as he had predicted, the visible traces of anger on your face faded into a worried look.

You sat naked on the edge of the bed, placing the back of your hand to his forehead.

“Where does it hurt?”

Aemond lifted the bedsheets, revealing his hard cock to you. “Here.”

You immediately scowled at how shameless he was.

“I was seriously worried!”

And just as you stood up and were about to smack him, he took the opportunity to grab both your wrists and had your leg swing over his body with such refined skill you were left sitting on his bare torso at lightning speed.

You tried to jerk free from his grasp. “Aemond! I’m going to be late!”

He honestly couldn’t care less. Having you fully naked and on top of him only served to further ignite his desire for you.

“Your sister awaits me near the gates of King’s Landing,” you huffed in annoyance. “We are going for a walk today.”

“I’ll fly you there on Vhagar if I have to,” he said casually, rubbing both thumbs along your pulse points. “I am sure my sister can do without you for a while, my lady.”

Once again, you yanked both arms in an attempt to break free, but all in vain. He was far too strong, and he wasn’t willing to let go of you just yet.

“I cannot stand you!” you growled menacingly.

What a blatant lie.

All that forced outrage had his cock twitch in anticipation. How he adored fucking you into submission, peeling off all those layers that you so vehemently insisted on keeping on just to have him crawl for you.

You were aware of your hold on him. If you really wanted to, you’d be able to bend him to your will.

He’d do everything and anything for you.

“Say that again.”

Your eyed narrowed with renowned defiance. “I cannot stand you.”

“Then sit on my face.”

Your eyes then widened in surprise. “What?”

Aemond wanted to let go of his hold on you have his hands cup your breasts, but he decided against it. He wanted to make sure you were fully committed to him.

“Let me taste you,” he insisted, his cock throbbing lightly.

You faltered briefly as you clenched your thighs around him. “You’re so…”

“So what, my lady?”

Aemond then let go of you, knowing fully well he had you trapped.

“Infuriating.”

“I’ll take that as compliment,” he said and with one hand, he smacked your ass lightly, but you didn’t budge.

“I… I am going to be late…”

Aemond was a patient man, but his patience was wearing thin. “Then stop wasting time and ride my face.”

You hesitated at first, but caved in eventually. He slid his pillow to the side so that he could be the perfect seat for you. Carefully, you lifted yourself from him before finally settling directly above his face.

Aemond wouldn’t mind parting ways with life with the sight of your inviting pussy as his last memory.

What a glorious way to go.

He nearly letting out a groan and a sigh of relief rumbled across his chest the moment you were fully sitting on him.

Instinctively, he brought both hands to grip your thighs. The delicious moan that escaped your lips was incentive enough for him and without much effort he parted his lips and delved his tongue deep inside you.

Delicious.

“Oh…”

You were so fucking endearing. The fact that you were still surprised that he could deliver all that pleasure with just a few strokes of his skillful tongue did wonders to his ego.

Your folds encased the corners of his mouth, as if trying to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere.

And he had no intention of doing so.

Aemond was well aware of how to increase the pleasure he delivered to you.

He knew you would quiver from feeling his nose pressing into your swollen clit.

The moment he did so, his hands had to grip your thighs harder to keep you in place from all the shuddering.

An intense shiver ran down his spine as he was able to feel the pulse from your throbbing clit on his nose.

Truthfully, he simply could never get tired of how your body responded to him so eagerly.

His hips to shot up reflexively as his cock twitched from the need to be buried inside you.

“Aemond… not … not the—”

Your words faded and turned into a pleasurable moan as soon as his tongue went deeper, forcing his nose to press into you harder than before.

Aemond was still able to watch you gripping the headboard for support, before shutting his eyes as overwhelming bliss filled him. His cock throbbed with each heartbeart and the skin at the base pulling as he hardened even more.

He kept tongue-fucking you, drinking in your juices and your whimpers. Your wetness was now spreading across his chin, and he brought one of his hands to free his cock from the sheet on top, allowing it to spring free. The dire need to fuck you was ever growing.

But he had would have you reach your peak on his face rather than his around his cock.

The way his nose rubbed your clit caused your hips to buck and jerk from the stimulation, forcing his other hand to increase his grip even more on you to keep you in place as you were riding his face.

“Oh… oh… Aemond…”

You were done for.

And so was he.

He wrapped his fingers around his leaking and needy cock, yearning for nothing more than relief. It was becoming unbearable to feel your heartbeat invade his mind and travel down his body in rhythmic waves of pleasure.

A high-pitched moan fell from your lips. “Aemond… my prince… please…”

Aemond had no need of your words of approval or praise or bliss. He could feel your pleasure and that was all he needed.

Showing was far more saturated than telling.

The obscene slurping sounds coming from him were enough to have his hips jerk once again as he fucked his hand desperately.

He was too close.

Almost embarrassingly so.

He was aware that pumping his own cock drastically hindered his endurance. There was only so much he could withstand.

Soon enough, he felt your thighs begin to quiver erratically as he ran his tongue along the sensitive clit.

With a few more jerks from your hips, you were catapulted into your orgasm, shaking violently into his face while raking your fingers through his hair before gripping a few strands forcefully.

“Good… so good…” you cried out too lost in your own pleasure as a gush of your wetness flooded his tongue.

Not long after, he felt your legs begin spasm uncontrollably. And he didn’t just feel this because they were tightening around his head; he felt your every contraction and twitch as he brought his nose to tease your swollen bud, tongue still lodged between your soaked folds.

And that was precisely what pushed him over the edge.

The overwhelming pleasure took over him completely and Aemond reached the point of no return. Hot spurts of cum shot from his tip with each spasm of his own body; the muscles in his thighs and lower abdomen tightened along with his balls.

No words in High Valyrian or any other tongue could do justice to the intense pleasure that took over him.

A few strands of hot liquid ran down his fingers, but he paid no mind to the mess. His own heart pounded insanely loud inside his ears and he stopped breathing for a moment as a guttural growl ripped through his throat through gritted teeth.

You slid off to the side, allowing his deep groans to echo around the bedchamber.

Aemond’d endurance was something he took pride in, but a powerful release was still enough to have him panting and feeling lightheaded. Your juices were spread across his chin and lips and jaw and nose with a few drops running down his face.

“I still cannot stand you…” you struggled to say in between pants.

He licked the excess liquid from his lips, locking his eye with your hazy ones. “Are you challenging me to bring you to your peak once more?”

“I am already late,” you protested, struggling to slide out of bed and nearly tripping as your legs wobbled from having your strained leg muscles.

Aemond couldn’t help but to chuckle as you tried your best to keep your balance.

“I will carry you to Vhagar and fly you there,” he offered. “I doubt you’ll be able to walk regardless.”

Keep readingAemond should have more resilience.

He wished his body and mind would agree on this much.

He wished he had the will to rein in his lust for you.

He wished he could have all of you.

Instead, he was left to handle this nuisance on his own.

Aemond heaved a deep sigh as he wrapped his fingers around his throbbing cock.

Fucking his hand would never come close to how he envisioned fucking you.

Even as he tightened the grip around him as a reminder of how tight you were, it wasn’t enough.

You were too tight.

He had relished his fingers inside your several times to know you’d fit his cock perfectly.

The mere memory of having your walls clenching around his fingers — as he uttered profanities in your ear in some dark corridor of the Red Keep — was enough for a deep moan to leave his parted lips.

The need to be fully inside him consumed him day and night.

As the first droplets of precum pooled at the tip, Aemond knew his body was starting to respond to that need.

He could be patient and wait for you to be ready to take him.

It would require skill and no less amount of time to have your pussy dripping for him.

Droplets of precum rolled down his cock, coating his fingers and knuckles as he pumped himself slower, yearning to know how it’d feel to slide inside you for the first time.

“Fuck…”

His hips rose from the bed so he could gently push his cock deeper into his grip, the image of you on top of him nearly overtaking his senses.

There was no denying nothing else had such a hold on him. He couldn’t wait to be be buried inside you, filling you with his seed. He’d give it all to you. Every last drop.

He’d have you full to the brim with him so Gods helped him.

The strokes quickened and wet sounds soon echoed through the room, gradually bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

It didn’t take much to get his release these days.

Not when the pent up despair and lust for you had reached dangerously high levels.

Aemond slumped into his bed, focused on having his hand glide along his cock in blinding delight.

“Prince Aemond?”

He snapped his eye open at once, freezing in place.

Another light knock on the door.

His torment was suddenly on the other side.

You.

“Prince Aemond,” your sweet voice tried once again. “We are about to break fast.”

He would have melted from the innocence that coated your voice had it not been for his cock demanding his attention.

“Prince Aemond?”

Aemond contemplated letting you inside to witness his thirst for you, but he was too close to hold back.

He simply would burst at the mere sight of you.

As such, his hand resumed a steady pace, further bringing him closer to the edge.

He just needed your voice for now.

Trying to control his ragged breaths and moans, he finally spoke, “What is it?”

“We are about to break fast,” you said, your voice was as honey to his ears, unknowingly urging him to go faster. “Are you coming?”

The unfortunate choice of words drove him to bring the back of his hand to his lips, sinking his teeth into the skin.

He was so close.

Too close.

“Is everything alright, my prince?”

Gods.

You were so fucking sweet.

Not able to hold back any longer, Aemond set a final rhythm with his slender fingers gripping his cock tighter than ever.

“Yes…” Aemond moaned through gritted teeth.

“So you’re coming?”

“Yes!” he grunted lowly.

Aemond felt the familiar licks of bliss wash over his entire body in a sudden heat wave as your voice guided him through it. His hips stilled violently and he felt the first streaks of warm cum coat his exposed lower abdomen, some even reaching his hardened nipples.

His breath came out in shallow pants and he dropped his hand to the side as the other milked the last drops of his release.

All of it going to waste, unfortunately. You would have looked glorious with his cum dripping from your face, breasts, belly…

Or better yet…

Aemond was reluctant to dance with anyone but he had enjoyed the levity of the evening and took your hand when you offered it. He walked with you from the corner of the hall where he had been observing the courtiers, mouth in a straight line, appearing unapproachable to everyone but you.

This music was much slower than the previous songs and you had hoped that would encourage him. He looked at you with that piercing violet eye as a smile turned up the corner of his mouth. As the two of you moved toward the center and fell in sync with the steps you were more surprised than you thought you would be. He knew the steps, his lithe limbs moving gracefully. He must have memorized them long ago because he never took his eye off you. You shifted your gaze away from him, blushing. 

You had not expected him to make you feel so off balance. Every aspect of Aemond was princely. His swordmanship, his dragon riding, his diplomacy, and his intelligence were qualities that every prince should have and it made your heart ache that he was born a second son and he would never feel himself to be worthy. 

As the tempo slowed and your bodies became closer you put your hands on his sides following every choreographed movement of the dance. As you gazed up at him, a curious expression passed across his face. Your fingers gripped his sides as you both turned in a step and you noticed it again. 

When the song ended and he bowed to you, the thought occurred to you that he might retreat to his corner. Before he could walk away you slipped you hands around his right elbow. He looked down at you in surprise. 

“Would you escort me to the library, my Prince? I have had more of the crowd here than I should like.” Your voice was gentle, giving him the opportunity to decline. 

“Mmmm,” he responded as he pulled his elbow, and your hands, close to his side.

* * * 

He walked with you to the library. It was blissfully empty with most of the courtiers still at the supper. You released his arm once you were in the room and gracefully moved through the room looking at the spines of books, curiosities on tables, plants in windowsills, always aware of him in the room. You hoped he would follow you, had hoped against hope that a book or object would instigate a conversation. 

Instead he sat on a sofa and flipped through the pages of an open book. You walked slowly to him and sat down. You left only a few inches between you. You leaned forward to see the book. The pages were filled from edge to edge with a beautiful illuminated script. Dragons danced in the margins, necks and tails twisting around the text. With the pretext of wanting to look more closely, you pressed your hand on Aemond’s knee and slid closer to him until your legs touched.

“This book is magnificent. It must be incredibly old.” Your hand accidentally grazed his as you reached to touch a page. 

He stiffened slightly. You looked at him as you sat back, placing your hands in your lap. He didn’t turn to look at you. Your eyes traveled down the strap of his eyepatch, the silky hair laying down his back, his strong arms propped on his thighs. You took a liberty that surprised even yourself. The touch of your thighs against his had given you courage.

You gently slid your hand over his shoulder and back. He didn’t move away from your touch. You took that to be a good sign. You let your hand continue down to the small of his back. It was almost against his waist and you saw him flinch away. It was a tiny movement but it changed his entire posture. You smiled to yourself. 

You moved your hand around his waist and he drew in a sharp breath. His head turned to look at you. His eye was narrowed and that curious expression was on it again. You raked your fingers against his ribs and one of his dimples appeared. You couldn’t control your devilish grin. You turned toward him a little more and his arm clamped down, pinning your hand between his arm and ribs.

You were undeterred. You reached around with your free hand and gently stroked his other side. He growled just a little. Before he could stop you, you moved to straddle his lap. It was an awkward, chaotic movement. Hiking skirts, moving arms, balancing on the sofa, and it was enough to disarm him. His eye widened when he realized he had released your hand and you had caged him. 

You smiled and wiggled your fingers against his sides. One hand viscously played with his ribs while the other rose under his arm. He stifled a throaty sound and his face screwed up tightly. Gods this was delicious! He bit his lower lip but that only encouraged you, his dimples enticing you. 

Aemond's hands gripped your thighs and his fingers dug into your flesh. You made up your mind then. You would hear him laugh. He fought it instinctively. You leaned in, getting better leverage as he tried to block you with his arms. Your hand near his arm pit was pinned but that feint had allowed you to dig into his ribs with your other hand. His eye narrowed at you as his jaws clenched. 

Then he gasped for air. He had been holding his breath to avoid giving in. His face was flushed. Those beautiful lips parted and the most delightful sound flew past them. Low and unaffected, he laughed. His torso pulled away from your hand and he tried to lift you off his lap. You clamped your thighs on his. You wiggled the fingers caught in his armpit. 

He was overwhelmed and groaned between laughs. You giggled and kissed his cheek. That tiny movement allowed him to gain some leverage and he grabbed your waist. He lifted you off him and sat you down next to him. In the same movement he had turned toward you. Surprised, your hands paused momentarily. As he pinned you to the back of the sofa you took advantage and caught both sides of his ribs at the same time.