aemond loves you, that much he is most certain of— you’re his, his, his, and aemond is very much aware of your feelings, that you love being with him, being his, you’re his sweetheart, the girl of his dreams… his future wife and mother to his children, his little love.

now, aemond wouldn’t consider himself to be a jealous man, no, his possessiveness comes from the pure, eternal love that he feels for you, and luckily, you don’t seem to mind his possessiveness, too blinded by the love you felt for him to notice the beige flags slowly turning into red.

aemond was very much aware that, as a little girl, you always had been a shy, needy little thing, desperate to be coddled and loved, yearning for your heart to be filled by a type of love that wasn’t your father’s— wanting to belong, to be seen and cared for, something your father never gave to you, yet aemond did so happily and without complaint.

aemond gave you everything— his body, heart and soul, he was all yours, completely and utterly yours.

and so, aemond took on the challenge of chasing you, wanting to claim you completely— mind, body, heart and soul. “you’re mine, sweetheart— do y’hear me? mine, all fucking mine,” he declares, his voice a low rasp but firm, honest, intense yet loving, making him appear almost boyish, his dilated eye locked onto your perfect, womanly form, hypnotized by your enchanting beauty.

you were a goddess in aemond’s mind, ethereal, surely the embodiment of the maiden made in human form.

hushed, sweet nothings were whispered obsessively against the soft, smooth skin of your inner thighs, promises of aemond’s unconditional love and devotion, his large, masculine hands grabbing your thighs with a desperate, harsh grip as he takes in the sight of your pretty, tiny cunt, all wet and needy and his.

gently, aemond blew on your flushed cunt, his violet eye sparkling with amusement at the way your puffy little clit twitches for him, needy and greedy for his affection and attention.

softly, aemond hummed, amused and starved with his hardening arousal, inhaling the sweet, feminine scent of your perfect fucking cunt, and without further delay, aemond buried his face against you, your cries and breathy moans of ecstasy making his long, thick cock throb and leak some of his liquid pleasure, surely making a stain against his silk bedsheets.

“mmh, oh! aemond, d-daddy— please,” you beg, innocent and sweet, your dainty hands reaching out, needing more, more of aemond, desperate to feel him.

aemond smirked, immediately releasing his rough hold on your plush thighs, intertwining his long, deft fingers through yours, humming to himself as he felt how soft and small your hands were compared to his as he held both of yours— his sweet, fragile girl.

your hands were instantly clinging onto your boyfriend’s as he continued suckling your rosy bud into his wicked mouth, stimulating the tiny, swollen nub until you were panting, your bare breasts heaving, nipples beautifully swollen from his attention earlier, skin flushed and damp with sweat, your pretty doe eyes heavy lidded and pupils blown wide with your pleasure, making you look all the more beautiful to aemond as your hips bucked up against his face, so sweet and delicious and eager for him.

“mmh….don’t worry, sweetheart, daddy will take care of his sweet girl— f-fuck, you taste so fucking sweet, baby,” aemond purrs, now feral with his hunger for you, obsessed with your taste, making him eagerly bury his tongue back into your weeping hole, fucking you relentlessly with it for several minutes, tasting your heavenly ambrosia that was meant only for him devour.

and for the first time in a long time, with your addicting, heavenly taste on his tongue, clouding his senses as he continues to feast upon your beautiful, drooling cunt, aemond felt complete, all thanks to his precious sweetheart, all thanks to you.