Usually he’d pull off your shirt first, to play with your pretty tits. But not today, because right now his oversized jersey which you’re wearing is driving him nuts. Slipping his hands under the t–shirt, he caresses your waist, then your tummy, moving his impatient hands further up and up until they reach your tits. Cupping them, twisting and pinching your nipples. It already has arousal pooling in your shorts, you’re whimpering and softly moaning his name.

“So pretty f’me.. only for me, right?” he lowly whispers in your ear, face buried in the croon of your neck. “Mhm only fo’ you...”— he lazily grins at your words, “And you’re mine, right princess?” you reply a little too quick, in a high pitched voice “All yours baby, only yours!” Your eager response plus your hand tracing down, from the tattoo on his chest to his completely hard clothed dick. Rubbing and stroking it, applying slight pressure on his tip. Groaning he completely pulls out his hands from under your shirt and brings them to your ass.

Large hands kneading the flesh of your ass as he lifts you up against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist. His lips are immediately on your glossy ones. The kiss is rough and messy, it has you all hot and bothered. Tounges rolling against each other, clashing of teeth and your hands find their to the base of his hair, threading your fingers through them. Pulling away after a few minutes, breathless.

He immediately has his lips on your neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin there. “God, you look so fuckin’ pretty like this.” Looking at your dazed out expression and hooded eyes showing just how needy you’re for him. The red marks adorning your neck are enough to have him more riled up. Smirking when he is confident that everyone could see the marks when you go out there.

Nimble fingers finding their way to your clothed clit, rubbing it with enough pressure to have you all dizzy. Satisfied he sets you down on a bench peeling off your shorts, watching a string of your arousal connecting your shorts breaking off while he pulls them down on your ankle. “Already so wet for me, hm? And no panties... how naughty.” It has you so embarrassed, blood rushing to your cheeks ; you look away when you hear him chuckling.

He gets down, his face between your legs and his firm hands prevent your thighs from closing. Kissing your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to your cunt at an annoyingly slow place. Looking up to you, he meets your glossy eyes, his vision moving down to your marked neck and then his jersey which was flipped up halfway. You looked so irresistible, the desperate look on your face plus grinding your hips forward greedily to finally have his lips on your cunt, he couldn’t hold it back now. Hooking you legs onto his shoulder, he encourages you to wrap your thighs around his face.

Spitting on your cunt and watching the glob run down, he dives in quickly. Sucking your clit, lapping and licking your folds harshly, it has you crying out loud in pleasure. Flicking against your clit and nibbling it when you tug his hair. You taste so heavenly and your pretty moans, he just can’t get enough of you. You know you’re being too loud and anyone who walks by could hear you but you couldn’t care less, not when he was eating you out like you are his favourite meal, which you actually are!

His skilled tongue swiping up and down your slit and then in your gaping hole. The immense pleasure and the thrill of possibility of getting caught any moment has you cumming within a few minutes. Hooded eyes rolled back, legs shaking and back arching, he knows just how to turn you into a mess. Exhaling heavily you look down at him through your blurred vision, his hair is disheveled, lips and chin glossed from your juices and he’s licking his lips to not miss out on a single drop, smirking up to you, “C’mon princess s’your turn now, get on your knees now.” He’s getting up and sitting on the bench while you get down on your knees for him, desperately trying to pull down his shorts to suck him off.

Met with his long, heavy dick, swollen tip leaking with precum. He could quite literally see hearts in your wide blown pupils. Parting your lips and licking them in anticipation, you quickly get ahold of his shaft. Landing a glob of spit on his dick and wrapping your dainty manicured hand around his dick, stroking it slowly, thumb swiping across his slit. Fingers running over his prominent veins, giggling when it twiches in your hand. His jaw’s clenched, brows furrowed and patience running thin. Every passing second he’s not inside your pretty mouth, feels like torture.

Soon enough, you start pressing kisses up his length, and suddenly he grabs your hair, guiding you to take him in “Now princess, don’t keep me waiting, i got a match— ah” He groans, throwing his head back and biting down his lips to stiffle his groans when you take him in completely. Flattening your tongue against his dick and running it along his prominent vein. You hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head and swirling your tongue around his tip, making him feel so fucking good. He grabs your hair in a fist and tugs on them to quicken your pace. Harshly thrusting his hips against your mouth, his tip hits the back of your throat and he’s groaning out loud, shamelessly. “So good princess, you’re doin’ so good f’me. Yeah, ah, just like that. M’so close.” Deepthroating him and fondling with his balls sends him over the edge, shooting hot and thick spurts of cum down your throat.

Opening his eyes and looking down at you, a few seconds after calming down from his high, he intently watches you swallowing his cum like a champ. Opening your mouth enough to show him how you didn’t miss a single drop. Tongue sticking out, with a lazy smile and hazy eyes looking up at him. He swears he just fell in love with you for the nth time. Bringing his hands to stroke your face and tell you how good you’re for him and how lucky he is to have you — when suddenly the door’s banging. Quickly getting up, you’re pouting and you can see him frowning, wanting to have this moment with you. Nonetheless, you both get dressed, knowing just how important this match is for him.

Rushing out to the court, he gives you quick kiss on forehead, possessively holding your waist all the way from locker room. Lazingly smirking, knowing that everyone could see the pretty marks on your neck and what you both just did. Just before he leaves, you whisper a small “g’luck rin...” in a shy yet teasing manner, your manicured hands trailing from his biceps down his chest, till they reach the band of his shorts. Slyly smiling and winking at him, when your eyes meet. Quickly running to the seats when you hear his teammates calling for him, knowing well — now that you have teased him, he’ll make sure you pay for it after the match ends.

The anticipation of what’s to come, has your thighs pressed together the whole match, thinking about what will happen later. And him looking straight at you, when he scores points for his team just fuels it. You already know it, you’re in for a ride today!

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You were quite the beauty, looking especially stunning on the day you had arrived. Your hair had been styled perfectly in a way that it framed your pretty face. Your beautiful eyes filled with curiosity and perfect lips forming a shy smile. It was evident that the gown you had worn was stitched by the finest hands using the finest silks in the kingdom. It fit your body like glove, accentuating your curves. He was drawn to you from the very first meeting. His mind was filled with thoughts about you, your sweet voice, your exquisite face and your figure, thinking about all the things he could do to you, with you.

It was unfair, the effect you unknowingly had on him. It was tortuous for Aemond to not act on his corrupt desires, the desires you so strongly inflicted upon him, with just your doe eyes and winsome smile.

It wouldn’t have been such a bother if it had only been him who was bewitched by you — your looks and your innocence, from all the years you had been sheltered. But alas, he could grasp how other men looked at you, something you never seemed to have noticed — always strolling around the keep without a single knowing thought about the hungry, lust filled eyes that followed you. And Aemond wanted nothing more than to blind and deafen the men who you came across, so that your smile, your sweet voice and whole of you was reserved for him and only him.

Aemond wasn’t a least bit pleased when he saw you dancing and twirling around with other men, who had requested a quick dance to the musical ariose. He definitely wasn’t happy about this. His sharp eye, focused on the filthy hand placed on your waist and other clasped in your hand, and in that very moment he desired nothing more than shove every one away from you and mark you his — he’d leave your neck littered with bite marks, hickies below your collarbones would be on full display. And all of this to show everyone — from his drunkard brother to everyone else in the fucking hall.

Snapping out of his reverie, he gets up from his seat, jaw clenched and hands balled into fists. Quick on his feet, he takes long strides not caring to acknowledge or greet the insignificant people in his way. Just in a few moments he’s infront of you. Shooing your partner away with a cold and challenging look.

He stands a little too close, so close that you could get a whiff of his scent and you have to strain your neck to look him in his eye. Confusion evident on your face, until he lifts his hand forward guiding your hand to hold his considerably larger ones, which fit perfectly with yours.

You were just fine moments ago, engaging with others but the moment he came forward and stood infront of you. You were on edge, you couldn’t explain how he made you feel so small. It had to be his predatory gaze, or the way he carried himself standing tall and proud, with an intimidating stance that no one would dare to challenge.

His other hand settled over your waist, which was cinched by your corset, the beautiful corset which was doing an appreciable job at squeezing your breasts out, and giving a sweet view.

The moment you nodded, accepting his request to a dance — you both began swaying to the music, him leading the dance and you both were of couse perfectly in sync. Aemond was quite enjoying the arrangement, finally having you in his arms. His hand in your soft ones — the ones he had spent countless nights fantasizing about. Your hands that should always be on him, touching him, he envisions them wrapped around his cock, stroking him. Would you be embarrassed? Would you be able look into his eyes while doing so? He imagines tears welling in the corner of your alluring eyes as you look at him embarrassed. Would you allow him to pleasure you?

He enjoyed seeing you tense up as you tried your best to not mess up and he knew that he made you nervous.  Perhaps you were too scared to make a mistake and offend the Prince in front of everyone or perhaps having the Prince so close to you made you feel overwhelmed, in a way that it had left goosebumps on your skin.

And in the peripheral of his vision, he could see the curious eyes prying at him and you. He never quite liked the attention, and especially hated it when others eyed you, but he could just make an exception since he had you in his arms right now. He would enjoy every moment of this dance and keep his possessive hold over you till the very end so that nobody could whisk you away from him.

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This was unlike anything you had ever experienced. Having never indulged in sexual pleasures — ever the innocent, obedient and sheltered daughter to your father ( — a pertinent merchant from the East ) whom you had accompanied to the Red Keep.

You had been here for a little more than a fortnight, having spent a lot of time at the library — where Aemond was more than ecstatic to have your company. The whole time his eyes would be on you — your pretty face, your body and every little thing you do.

Aemond couldn’t get you out of his mind, he wanted nothing but to have you, it was as if you had mesmerized him. All these nights he had fisted his cock, mind flooded with sinful thoughts of you. And now that he had you where he wanted, he wouldn’t let you go.

He tore the soft fabric of your gown, near your thighs to give him easy access to your slick coated cunt. His nimble fingers finding their way to your pulsating hole, thumb coming rubbing your throbbing clit. A sob fell from your throat when his long digits invaded your walls, working their way in and out gently at first, to get you accustomed, and in a few seconds his fingers fucked you at rougher pace, it had tears filling your lashline — blurring your vision. All the worried thoughts of being seen by someone, now thrown out of your poor little head, rendering your mind useless.

His colored irises took all of you in, you truly were a sight to see — withering in his hold, all for him. Your head thrown back on his shoulder and back arched from the pleasure. It was too much, you had never felt this good before.

His lips left wet kisses across your jaw down to your neck, your soft skin had his cock twitching. While his slender fingers were still pumping in and out. You felt lightheaded, his ministrations involuntarily enticed very many sweet moans from you. Your moans and mewls sounding like the finest melody to his ears.

Your walls clamped down on his fingers, fluttering indicating to him that you were soon to reach your high — the final straw was when he harshly bit on your neck, which was sure to leave a mark. The overwhelming orgasm, had you gasping for more air, heavy breathes causing the rise and collapse of your chest. You were too spent to move or do anything, mind still mushy and in a haze.

Aemond, on the other hand couldn’t look away from your cunt spurting out cum, his half lidded eye filled with desire, raked over your ethereal form.

As much as he wanted to mitigate his needs and soothe his hardened cock strained againts his pants, he knew he had to wait. You needed to rest. Tonight, he’d just have to fist his cock to the images of you, something that would be forever ingrained his mind.

He was sure to have his cock in your tight cunt, the very next day, after you were well rested. Till then he’ll just have to be patient and stay put, restraining his animalistic desire for you, just one last day.

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You were quite the beauty, looking especially stunning on the day you had arrived. Your hair had been styled perfectly in a way that it framed your pretty face. Your beautiful eyes filled with curiosity and perfect lips forming a shy smile. It was evident that the gown you had worn was stitched by the finest hands using the finest silks in the kingdom. It fit your body like glove, accentuating your curves. He was drawn to you from the very first meeting. His mind was filled with thoughts about you, your sweet voice, your exquisite face and your figure, thinking about all the things he could do to you, with you.

It was unfair, the effect you unknowingly had on him. It was tortuous for Aemond to not act on his corrupt desires, the desires you so strongly inflicted upon him, with just your doe eyes and winsome smile.

It wouldn’t have been such a bother if it had only been him who was bewitched by you — your looks and your innocence, from all the years you had been sheltered. But alas, he could grasp how other men looked at you, something you never seemed to have noticed — always strolling around the keep without a single knowing thought about the hungry, lust filled eyes that followed you. And Aemond wanted nothing more than to blind and deafen the men who you came across, so that your smile, your sweet voice and whole of you was reserved for him and only him.

Aemond wasn’t a least bit pleased when he saw you dancing and twirling around with other men, who had requested a quick dance to the musical ariose. He definitely wasn’t happy about this. His sharp eye, focused on the filthy hand placed on your waist and other clasped in your hand, and in that very moment he desired nothing more than shove every one away from you and mark you his — he’d leave your neck littered with bite marks, hickies below your collarbones would be on full display. And all of this to show everyone — from his drunkard brother to everyone else in the fucking hall.

Snapping out of his reverie, he gets up from his seat, jaw clenched and hands balled into fists. Quick on his feet, he takes long strides not caring to acknowledge or greet the insignificant people in his way. Just in a few moments he’s infront of you. Shooing your partner away with a cold and challenging look.

He stands a little too close, so close that you could get a whiff of his scent and you have to strain your neck to look him in his eye. Confusion evident on your face, until he lifts his hand forward guiding your hand to hold his considerably larger ones, which fit perfectly with yours.

You were just fine moments ago, engaging with others but the moment he came forward and stood infront of you. You were on edge, you couldn’t explain how he made you feel so small. It had to be his predatory gaze, or the way he carried himself standing tall and proud, with an intimidating stance that no one would dare to challenge.

His other hand settled over your waist, which was cinched by your corset, the beautiful corset which was doing an appreciable job at squeezing your breasts out, and giving a sweet view.

The moment you nodded, accepting his request to a dance — you both began swaying to the music, him leading the dance and you both were of couse perfectly in sync. Aemond was quite enjoying the arrangement, finally having you in his arms. His hand in your soft ones — the ones he had spent countless nights fantasizing about. Your hands that should always be on him, touching him, he envisions them wrapped around his cock, stroking him. Would you be embarrassed? Would you be able look into his eyes while doing so? He imagines tears welling in the corner of your alluring eyes as you look at him embarrassed. Would you allow him to pleasure you?

He enjoyed seeing you tense up as you tried your best to not mess up and he knew that he made you nervous.  Perhaps you were too scared to make a mistake and offend the Prince in front of everyone or perhaps having the Prince so close to you made you feel overwhelmed, in a way that it had left goosebumps on your skin.

And in the peripheral of his vision, he could see the curious eyes prying at him and you. He never quite liked the attention, and especially hated it when others eyed you, but he could just make an exception since he had you in his arms right now. He would enjoy every moment of this dance and keep his possessive hold over you till the very end so that nobody could whisk you away from him.

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Prince Aemond prefers his nighttime baths with heat.

It is something you’ve learned as his personal handmaid.

“Mine is the house of the dragon,” he once told you while watching you fill-up the bath with hot water from the kitchen. It was your first night acting as his servant, and you were terrified of making any foolish mistake. But there was a proud smirk on his lips when he said it and a strange gleam in his eye too. You had mentioned your fear of accidentally burning the prince aloud, and he shook his head at that, demanding a hot bath. “It can never be too hot for a Targaryen. The fire is in my blood, sweet girl.”  

And now you empty the last of the hot kitchen water into the tub, slowly running your fingers through the water before reaching for the fragrant oils- new ones from Essos, gifted to the family by an old Tyroshi merchant. The older prince liked the way they smelled. So did you.

Soon comes a soft knock at the door. “Is my bath ready?” Prince Aemond asks, standing beneath the archway. He is without his leather eyepatch, and his sapphire catches the dim candle lighting. You stand to your feet and bow your head, nodding. “Good,” he mumbles, tugging his cotton tunic over his head and unbuttoning his pants, “I trust it is still hot?”

“Yes, my prince, just the way you like. I had just finished scenting the waters before you arrived,” you say, taking his hand to help him into the tub. True to your words, the water is scalding hot, but Aemond neither flinches nor cries out; instead, he sighs in delight as he sinks himself further into the water. You wash his long, silver-pale hair and gently comb out the tangles and snags, all in silence as he keeps his head tilted and eyes closed.

It is a soft moment, intimate and peaceful, and you notice the hint of a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Do you wish for me to wash your back as well, my prince?” you ask.

He shakes his head.

When his hair is clean, you sit back and gently undo the knot around your neck that holds up your plain servant’s gown. Aemond twists to watch as the cloth falls down your shoulders, leaving you bare and beautiful before his very eye. He finds himself unable to tear his gaze away from your breasts, still heavy with milk and incredibly sensitive and soft and heavenly to behold. “C’mere,” he whispers, pulling you close to bury his face within your chest.

“You are so beautiful,” he hums, glancing up at you while brushing a finger against your swollen nipple. “The most beautiful woman in the world,” and he brings it to his hot mouth, sucking at it. You gasp, entangling your hand in his wet hair as you press his face closer, arching your back. His hand tweaks and pinches your other nipple, stirring a flood of high-pitched, loud moans and whimpers. “Beautiful and all fucking mine,” he slaps at your breast- once, twice, three times before switching his mouth to suckle there. Your milk soon floods his mouth, and the delicious taste leaves his poor, aching cock too hard and damned painful for him to ignore.

Aemond has you suddenly on your feet, flushed and trembling, poor knees ready to buckle at any second, before guiding you into the bath. Like him, you do not flinch or wince from the heat, and it makes him so fucking proud, settling you over him and grabbing at your hips, too impatient, wanting nothing more than to sink himself into you.

“My seed has done you well,” he blusters in awe, marveling at your beauty. “My sons have given you their fire as well, it seems.”

You smile, rocking your hips back and forth. “I am merely your humble servant, my prince,” you giggle, dropping your face low to collect his lips in a hot, wet kiss. Meanwhile, your thighs shake, and your pretty face soon scrunches up in pure bliss as you take his fat cock deep in your belly with little bounces. “Who am I to deny my prince…!” you gasp out, gripping his shoulders as he wraps his own arms tight around you, jackhammering into your pussy. It causes water to splatter outside the tub in tiny puddles.

“No,” he grunts, sliding a hand up to your neck to press you downwards as close to him as possible. Your forehead flattens against his as you do your best to match his thrusts, eyes locking with his. Aemond’s stare- it is intense and passionate, and you cannot break away. “No,” he repeats through a hiss, knotting his other hand within your damp hair, feeling your heavy breasts brushing against his chest. “Not just a-a fucking servant,” he says, slipping a hand between your thighs to find your clit with his thumb, “You’re my fucking everything. All fucking mine. Imma put another babe in your belly so that everyone fucking knows who you belong to.”

Aemond looks down to see the slightest bulge of his cock, pushing in and out of your soaking cunt. You hiccup, pretty eyes red and teary and glazed-over as you nod feverishly, kissing him again. “Please-please-please-please,” you babble, heavy pants against his mouth as you unashamedly plead and beg and cry, “I-I want- I need it- please, please, I need it again.”

His thrusts quicken at the mental image of you with another swollen belly, trailing after him as his devoted and sweet handmaid. Once again, you’ll be glowing with motherhood, absolutely gorgeous, leaving lowborn bastards to stare at him with sheer envy. “People are going to look at you, my sweet girl,” he pants, his thrusts growing sloppily as he feels himself ready to cum. “They’re gonna know that babe in your belly is mine. All mine. Your back is gonna ache, and your tits will leak, and it will be because of me.”

His hot mouth glides across your jawline, down to your neck, leaving countless bites and bruises. You’re much too beautiful like this. “I want our next one to look just like you,” he mutters, pinching your clit between two fingers. You shriek, flinging your head back at the pleasure spiking up your spine. “Can you do that for me, sweet girl? My lady, my love. Give me a babe that looks like you?” He slams his mouth down on yours again in a heavy and wet kiss, sucking on your tongue.

When he pulls away, his fingertips run across your bottom lip as he leans to kiss your forehead, feeling your cunt tighten around his cock. A new babe will soon join his precious twins sleeping in the nursery. He smiles at the thought. “I want a daughter,” he whispers, “-who looks exactly like my pretty handmaid so that the entire fucking world knows how much I love her.”  

"My lady," He looked at you with a slight smirk, setting his sword down on the table of the armory. A part of him wished you had arrived earlier so that you could see another one of his victories in sparring against the Kingsmen, "How might I be of service?"

You offered him a warm smile with your simple response, "I just wanted to see you..."

Your relationship with the prince was... interesting. With your family being in direct service to the Throne, you had practically grown up in the Keep with the Targaryen children. Though you had been close friends with Aemond for years, things had only recently shifted. Every time his brother or nephews tormented him, his studies or training frustrated him, and even when he lost his eye... you were there to comfort him. It shouldn't have been that shocking when nearly three moons ago, the Queen and your Lord Father announced the betrothal between you and the prince.

"Do you think you have time to take a walk with me through the gardens?" You asked politely.

Aemond reflected for a moment before offering a curt nod, "As long as you do not mind walking with me after I've trained."

"I never mind walking with you, my prince," You smiled to him, looking at him with a loving look that he hadn't quite expected, "I find myself quite lucky to have the chance to have your company as often as I do."

The corners of his lips tipped upwards for just a moment before settling back into their typical half-smirk. Aemond offered out his arm to you which you willingly accepted. Upon tucking yourself into his side, you wiped off a patch of dirt on the sleeve of his shirt that must've gotten there during his sparring.

As you walk through the fine gardens of the Keep, you passed by plenty of other nobles who were there to hear the trial that would occur the next day. They would bow their heads to both of you, but very few sparred any words to the pair. Yet as soon as they were passed you both, their faint whispers could be heard.

To be betrothed to a Targaryen prince used to be an honor... That poor girl, I do hope he treats her decently, at least... Such a beauty, wasted on such a beast...

With each encounter and following remark, Aemond grew more tense. His jaw was clenched and his posture had stiffened up, making him isolated from you despite your close proximity.

But as soon as you saw him wince slightly, no doubt due to the pain his scar would cause him, you suggested you both return inside.

"Are you tired of the gardens?" He snipped at you, "Or tired of being seen with the One-Eyed Prince?"

Though he had sparked quite the attitude, you replied calmly, "My prince, I know when you are in pain and I do not wish for it to turn into a headache from the noise and bustle of the Keep. Please, allow me to help you... let me take care of you..."

Aemond begrudgingly allowed you to return with him to his private chambers, though a maid also accompanied the pair of you. Just because you were betrothed did not mean you were allowed to be completely unchaperoned. After unbuckling his eye patch, you gingerly pressed the cool, damp cloth on the edges of the scar.

"If it hurts too much, I can have Milk of the Poppy sent for," You told him so that he may consider it.

"No, no," He shook his head slightly, "I've seen what it has done to my father and I do not wish for that."

When he waved your hand away from his face, you instead took to sitting beside him as he rested. You grabbed the eyepatch from his nightstand and gently began to clean the fine leather.

Aemond watchfully observed as your cleaned his patch. He watched as you carefully wiped each crevice and even the strap that rested around his head. The kind gestures caused a warmth to spread through his chest.

Suddenly, he felt guilty once more for snapping at you in the gardens earlier that hour, "My lady, you are too considerate for helping me."

"I do not mind it, my prince," You shrugged off the words as you returned the patch and cloth to their spots on the dresser.

"It is too much, more than I deserve, I'm afraid," He shook his head, his eye refusing to meet yours.

Softly, you rested your hand atop of his, "It is not too much. I do it because I lo—"

You stopped yourself, not wanting to burden him with words he was not quite prepared to hear. Then, you intertwined your fingers with his before speaking once more, "I do it because you matter to me, which is never too much to ask from someone who truly cares for you."

Aemond did not respond with his words. Instead, he simply looked to you. But it was a look that said a thousand words, as he gently squeezed your intertwined hands three times.

Your frustration was at its peak, and despite the cool and composed demeanor you showed everyone around court, you knew it was a matter of time until you’d snap. You were aware of the war raging over the realm, dividing the mighty House of the Dragon, and therefore you knew just how much stress your husband had to endure. Probably. Actually, you were guessing, because you hadn’t seen Aemond in days, and he did not come to talk to you either. It was unusual for him, considering he had been ever the dutiful and loving husband up until the Death of his father and King Viserys. 

So, it was another lonely evening for you. You had your supper in your shared chambers all by yourself, because you were dreading the company of the Dowager Queen and her daughter - their company just fueled the fear that lingered in the back of your mind, stressing you out. 

You were sitting in front of your vanity, wearing only your nightdress, eyes neatly fixed on your reflection in the mirror as you combed through your long hair. That was, until the large doors to your chamber flung open without so much than a knock and a notice. 

Bewildered, you turned your head to the source of the interruption, only to meet the eye of your husband. The sight had your heart fluttering, you had missed him dearly, and your body was yearning for him. But Aemond looked different, yet you couldn’t quite grasp what it was, and for a few seconds, you did not know what to say. 

“Aemond —,“ your voice was barely a whisper, and your widened eyes sized him up, more so, when he did not greet you with the signature ‘my love’ falling past his chiseled lips. 

His violet eye met your gaze, a mixture of hot and cold, throwing you in for a loop as you tried to plan your next words—but it was too late. The Prince closed the distance between your bodies in a few strides, until his tall frame was hovering above yours. Aemond wasn’t a man of many words, and you were perfectly fine with it, but the unusual coldness in his eyes and his body language was what threw you off. 

He cupped your cheek with one hand and kneeled down to be on one level with you, his thumb brushing over your skin in what you did not know was going to be the only display of tenderness and care towards you for what was going to feel like eternity. You brought your hand up to rest on top of his, squeezing it softly in a reassuring manner - and because you felt the need to calm him.

“Aemond, wha—.“ 

You were cut off by a torn gasp as his other hand slid down underneath the hem of your gown and between your thighs, his fingers immediately applying a good bit of pressure to your clit, drawing circles over the sensitive bud. You squeaked, legs snapping shut on instinct, but you had done nothing but trap his fingers flush against your clit. 

Aemond tsked, prying your legs open again to serve a harsh slap to your clothed cunt, causing you to whine in pain, “We did not marry for you to call me by my name.“

His other arm snaked around your chest to keep you flush against him, whilst the other recklessly attacked your core. That position did not allow you to wiggle your way out of his grasp. But even if your mind wanted to get away, your body failed you, because it finally got what it craved all along. “Doesn’t this feel good, sweet wife?“ His mouth was close to your ear, and his hot breath fanned across your skin as he spoke for the first time since coming into your chambers, but there was no sweetness in his voice, the name was spoken in a condescending manner.

You did not want to answer him, you wanted to push him away, but it felt too good, despite the lack of preparation. It was unlike anything Aemond had ever done before and confined you to the chair and victim to his evil. The veil of pleasure kept you still and you nodded, slowly rocking against his hand.

Tilting your head back against his shoulder with your eyes pressed shut, tears spilled past them, running down your flushed cheeks and dripping onto Aemond’s arm. Humiliation tinted your cheeks in a bright red. When he pushed your underpants to the side two ease two thick digits into your tight heat, you couldn’t stop your hips from jerking. “Plea—Please…no more,“ your bottom lip trembled.

Aemond tilted his face to drag his nose along your cheek, his lips trailing through the hot streams of your tears. As he pulled away, his tongue swiped the bitter drops. “I love it when you cry,“ he chuckled darkly, “You can not help but cry because it feels so good, mh? Because I make you feel so good.“

In the blink of an eye, the movements of his fingers sped up, curling inside of you in a ‘come-here’ motion, whilst the palm rested flat against your clit to grant you double stimulation. You took a sharp breath, feeling your orgasm approaching rather rapidly.

“Aemond —stop,“ you whined, swallowing the lump that formed in your throat. 

“I am going to give you one more chance to address me correctly. Choose your next words carefully, wife.“

A shiver ran down your spine at his sharp tone, and you desperately tried to sort your thoughts, switching between what you wanted and what he wanted. But the lines were blurred with his looming presence behind you, his fingers not giving you a chance to form any coherent thoughts. 

“Hu—Husband…please, stop,“ you moaned through hiccuped breaths, your hands clawing the arm that was wrapped around your chest, nails digging into his skin; sure to leave some bruises and marks. 

Aemond captured your earlobe between his teeth, biting down on it without care and causing you to shriek, pain ringing in your ears. “Now, why would I do that?“ He mocked with a sick sense of pride over the tortuous overstimulation, "You are so close to your peak.“ He could tell by the way your walls fluttered around him, and your hips jerked and trembled.

You hadn’t opened your eyes, and you did not even dare to do so because you were afraid to meet the intense stare of his violet one. Just the mere thought had you shivering.

“Give it to me.“

You tried to follow his lead, giving him what he so desperately desired, but you were a helpless mess. You could barely function with the numbness tightening in your stomach and fisted the black fabric of his tunic in your sweaty hands.

But when the motion of his fingers changed, staying snug inside your cunt and wiping repeatedly across your swollen g-spot, you felt the indescribable sensation taking over your body, pushing you higher and higher until you were close to teetering over the edge. 

Before moans and whines of your pleasure were able to spill past your lips, Aemond curled his bicep around your throat, cutting your sounds short by his muscle securing under your chin. It was terrifyingly solid against your throat thank to all the sword training lessons he had, constricting your movements and your oxygen intake. In a matter of seconds you started to feel lightheaded.

You clawed at his arm in a feeble attempt to have him releasing you, but he did not falter. He locked you to his chest and rubbed the base of his hand against your swollen clit, setting your soul ablaze as your walls clenched around the girth of his fingers. 

There weren’t any moans and whimpers leaving your lips, only breathless gasps to show how you struggled for air, and whilst your vision grew white with stars dancing in front of your eyes, you also came to the realization that the sheer force of his arm could snap your neck and there wasn’t anything you could do about it. The fear settling in your stomach, despite the trust you had in him. You knew he wouldn’t go that far.

“You can breathe when you come for me. Be a good wife and come for your husband.” 

The painful coil in your belly snapped immediately and pushed you over the edge. Every fiber in your body erupted in flames, with your walls convulsing all over his fingers, and incoherent babbles spilled from your lips as your tears dribbled down your face. You were heaving, crying silently at the burning sensation of your sensitive folds, spreading through your limbs as your hips stuttered, knocking into Aemond’s hand.

Only when the aftershocks subsided, Aemond released you out of his grasp, allowing you to fill your lungs with air. You were too fucked out and weak, and visibly struggled to do so, but when you finally came back to your senses, you couldn’t stop the sobs and whimpers from leaving your lips. Humiliation filled your body again, and his whole demeanor was the reason for it. 

You usually weren’t sensitive, quite the contrary as you enjoyed his rough side, and you relished in his praises and maybe even in the way he degraded you. But that wasn’t what you wanted in that moment. After spending countless days and nights without having him touching, kissing and fucking you, you wanted it - no, you needed it - to be more slow and careful and tender. After all, your body had to get used to him again. But there wasn’t a single sign of tenderness in his gestures and words. They were harsh and rough, determined to hurt you. 

When he shuffled behind you, panic overcame your body, because you weren’t ready for more. “R—Red,“ you sobbed, and that seemed to be the thing that pulled him out of his dominant headspace. Turning to face him, you could practically see confusion washing over his features, until the word sank into his head, snapping him back to reality. 

His eye widened, and with his mouth opening and closing you knew he was struggling to find the right words. “Y/N, I —,“ he whispered, clearly shocked by his own demeanor; his heart ached to see you struggling because of him. 

Aemond wrapped his arms around your body and effortlessly lifted you up only to lay you down on your shared bed. 

“I — I did not mean to. I did not realize. Are you alright?“

You sobbed and nodded, motioning for him to join you and showing him that you needed him; Aemond immediately complied by slipping into the empty space right next to you. His arms wrapped around your frame, pulling you into his embrace, and where his arm was threatening to choke you before, it now granted to comfort and safety. “Are you alright?“ You muttered, tilting your head up to look at him. 

When your eyes met, you noticed his violet one brimming with tears, running down his cheek. You knew when to say something and when it was better to stay quiet, so you just pressed your lips to Aemond’s temple, before they connected to his trembling ones. He reprociated the kiss, with his hands desperately cupping your cheeks to pull you even closer, a silent way of him to show you how much he loved you. You smiled weakly against his lips, with some kind of warmth filling your body, as you finally seemed to have your husband back. 

“’Tis too much,“ he mumbled against your lips, softly.

“What?“ You asked, careful to urge him to speak to you, “What is too much?“

“Cole and I will be marching on Harrenhal in a fortnight to attack my uncle’s forces. We can not have them striking King’s Landing,“ his voice was a barely audible whisper, „I don’t want to lose you, Y/N. I can’t lose you.“

That was your clue to sit up, and you figured it was him that needed your comfort. This time you needed to take care of him. It was rare for him to show his emotions, and when he did, he only showed them around you, and when you were all alone. Whenever that happened, you made him feel seen and appreciated, not wanting him to shut himself off. 

You cupped his face, your thumb wiping away the tears that spilled from his eye. It was then, that your other hand gently removed his eye patch, revealing his Sapphire eye. It was shimmering in the dim light, covered in his tears as well.  

“You will not lose me, Aemond,“ you reassured him, kissing him tenderly, before you moved to straddle his thighs and lay down with your head on his chest, “I will be right here, waiting for you to return to me, do you understand?“

You could feel him nodding his head, yet his sobbing indicated that he did not quite believe you. 

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Being with Cregan Stark was both a treat and a nightmare. A popular hockey player with a more reserved girl seemed like an unexpected match. If his team wins a game, you sit on the couch at this party. You watch the sweaty and shaggy men loiter and flirt loosely, Cregan trying to include me. You stare at him and smile as you softly reject his request. Though, he was a bit of an idiot when it came to understanding others' feelings, completely blind to negative emotions.

He's lucky he's attractive.

You sit on the couch, idly sipping the alcoholic beverage that rests in the red cup between your fingers, staring at the boys. With his shaggy dark hair and beautifully shaped facial hair, Cregan stood out. His toned muscles gleamed in the minimal light around him. You couldn't help the swelling feeling between your legs. Every time sex was brought up, Cregan avoided urges like the plague. You were unsure why since he'd called you his "destined mate." If you both were so destined to be together, why does he avoid intimacy like a plague?

That is, until tonight.

Something in him changes as he comes down from some high, his chest heaving as his hands clench into fists. Robb is nearby and spots a behavioral change. Quickly, you watch as he rushes towards Jon, whose eyes widen in surprise. What's happening? Did he get hurt?

You get up, heading for Cregan to check on him. But, before you reach him, a strong hand pulls you back. You turn around, looking at Jon Snow's familiar face, Cregan's distant half-cousin.

"We're leaving," he says sternly, his voice smooth like silk. You shake your head looking at Cregan. You only see him as Robb drags him off, his eyes fiery and full of something you can't place. When he looks at you, he's practically clawing Robb to get to you, a power trip between the two.

"I came here with Cregan! I can't just leave him," you snap, Jon's brows furrowing as he grabs you tighter and forcefully drags you off to his car.

"I'll get your things, just stay here and behave," he says, pushing me into the back seat and getting into the front, not saying another word. Despite your abundance of questions, Jon stays silent and stern. Is Cregan okay? What's happening? Why can't I see him? This is unfair, you have to tell me! Jon doesn't budge, continuing his one-track mind as you fall quiet, not dwelling on what you've just seen.

When you walk into the Stark house, it's a scattered mess. Arya and Sansa are whispering to each other, which silences when you enter, Robb, Jon, and Ned are all rushing around from Cregan's room to the kitchen, and Catelyn is sitting with the girls in dead silence. You hear the women ushering you to join them, to stay downstairs, but you don't obey. Slowly, you walk up the stairs to Cregan's room.

A shaky hand touches the hot doorknob as you open it slowly, spotting Cregan tied to the bed with anything they can, his chest bare and heaving desperately as his eyes hold a soft yellow hue that glares into your soul. Your heart pounds, closing the door and locking it quickly, rushing to Cregan and furrowing your brows.

"What the fuck is this?! What's going on?" You say with pained confusion. Cregan whimpers under your eyes like a dog, his jaw clenching as his hips push into the air. That's when you notice. His hands hold claws, sharp like an animal’s, yellow-hued eyes staring eagerly into yours, and his raging hard-on that hurt in his pants. It all made sense; why he was tied down, why the women stayed away while the men went around.

He wasn't a human.

You take your hand, placing it on Cregan's cheek, his body blazing hot as he moans and nuzzles into your palm, taking in the scent of your wrist. His k-9 teeth seemed more prominent now as he nipped at your skin with a desperate look in his eyes. You shiver with delight, biting your lip and moving in to kiss him, a banging on the door trailing your thoughts away.

Fuck it.

You ignore the knock, untying Cregan. Within seconds he's on you, his arms cradling your torso and his clawed hands trailing up your shirt. He cups at your breasts through your bra's flimsy lace.

"Mine," he growls lowly, pressing his hard-on to your clothed cunt, grinding his hips slowly. "Breed. Please." He looks at you, only barely restraining himself from forcing this upon you.

You moan in delight, tilting your head back as you return his waist movements tenfold, nodding quickly. "Yes, your mate," you whisper, lips parting slightly as a pathetic whimper escapes your lips. "Take me, Cregan. Please." The plea barely escapes your lips as he pins you against the bed, hands ripping off your clothing like an animal. You ignore the banging on the door, shivering at the heat rushing onto your skin, Cregan tearing off your underwear and pants, tossing the torn-apart clothing to the floor as she sheds his trousers, underwear nowhere to be seen. He grabs your thighs, pulling you up roughly and his mouth immediately abusing your throbbing cunt, tongue lapping at your folds and rolling in circles on your swollen clit, a euphoric groan emerging from him as those yellow eyes glare into yours, forcing you to keep your gaze locked with his. His tongue plunges inside of you, juices squirting onto the muscle as he fists his cock eagerly, grinding into his palm. You sink into the sheets, panting desperately and rolling your hips into his mouth, your thighs trembling. His claws dig into your thighs, harsh enough to prick the skin and draw small bits of blood.

With a filthy pop, he moves off your cunt too early for your liking. But, his regard for your pleasure is now extinct. You can't speak before his cock plunges into you. It took everything out of him not to rail at you. His eyes stare into yours, pushing you into a mating press and his eyes attempting to not roll back in his skull, sweat dripping from his tan muscles and down his freckled shoulders and face, shaggy dark hair dangling in front of your face as his cross necklace dangles in your face, almost taunting you to sink into this sin. Slowly, you grind your hips to tell him to start moving, which he gladly does with an animalistic growl, keeping deep and lustful eye contact as he slams his hips to yours, filthy wet slapping noises filling the room as his lips move to your neck, nipping at the fragile skin.

"Could rip you apart," he whispers, excitement coursing through you. "Tear your pretty body to shreds if I wanted." He slams harder into your cunt, making you whimper and scream his name, clawing red swelling marks into his skin. Cregan loves it, pressing his forehead to yours and huffing loudly. Growls mixed with heavy grunts escaped him. Since this was your first time in ages, you knew you couldn't last anymore.

His hips snap into yours as you tell him you're getting closer to your blissful finale. He ignores you, pounding it just as hard, slamming into that spongy spot inside you, pounding it when you squeal his name. When you see white, you feel him bite in an oddly specific spot on your neck, hard enough to draw blood. He licks up the red metallic fluid eagerly.

"That's it... Fuckin' take my pups in that filthy cunt. Fuck..." He groans in your ear, body trembling in delight.

"Cre- Cregan, stop- I-I can't take any more." You cry, overwhelmed with pleasure. He ignores your pleas, riding out his orgasm just as rough as he started, bursting inside you. 

Gradually, he slows, looking into your eyes and panting heavily, keeping his cock stuffed in your cunt. With a loving kiss, he gently wipes away your tears.

Usually he’d pull off your shirt first, to play with your pretty tits. But not today, because right now his oversized jersey which you’re wearing is driving him nuts. Slipping his hands under the t–shirt, he caresses your waist, then your tummy, moving his impatient hands further up and up until they reach your tits. Cupping them, twisting and pinching your nipples. It already has arousal pooling in your shorts, you’re whimpering and softly moaning his name.

“So pretty f’me.. only for me, right?” he lowly whispers in your ear, face buried in the croon of your neck. “Mhm only fo’ you...”— he lazily grins at your words, “And you’re mine, right princess?” you reply a little too quick, in a high pitched voice “All yours baby, only yours!” Your eager response plus your hand tracing down, from the tattoo on his chest to his completely hard clothed dick. Rubbing and stroking it, applying slight pressure on his tip. Groaning he completely pulls out his hands from under your shirt and brings them to your ass.

Large hands kneading the flesh of your ass as he lifts you up against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist. His lips are immediately on your glossy ones. The kiss is rough and messy, it has you all hot and bothered. Tounges rolling against each other, clashing of teeth and your hands find their to the base of his hair, threading your fingers through them. Pulling away after a few minutes, breathless.

He immediately has his lips on your neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin there. “God, you look so fuckin’ pretty like this.” Looking at your dazed out expression and hooded eyes showing just how needy you’re for him. The red marks adorning your neck are enough to have him more riled up. Smirking when he is confident that everyone could see the marks when you go out there.

Nimble fingers finding their way to your clothed clit, rubbing it with enough pressure to have you all dizzy. Satisfied he sets you down on a bench peeling off your shorts, watching a string of your arousal connecting your shorts breaking off while he pulls them down on your ankle. “Already so wet for me, hm? And no panties... how naughty.” It has you so embarrassed, blood rushing to your cheeks ; you look away when you hear him chuckling.

He gets down, his face between your legs and his firm hands prevent your thighs from closing. Kissing your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to your cunt at an annoyingly slow place. Looking up to you, he meets your glossy eyes, his vision moving down to your marked neck and then his jersey which was flipped up halfway. You looked so irresistible, the desperate look on your face plus grinding your hips forward greedily to finally have his lips on your cunt, he couldn’t hold it back now. Hooking you legs onto his shoulder, he encourages you to wrap your thighs around his face.

Spitting on your cunt and watching the glob run down, he dives in quickly. Sucking your clit, lapping and licking your folds harshly, it has you crying out loud in pleasure. Flicking against your clit and nibbling it when you tug his hair. You taste so heavenly and your pretty moans, he just can’t get enough of you. You know you’re being too loud and anyone who walks by could hear you but you couldn’t care less, not when he was eating you out like you are his favourite meal, which you actually are!

His skilled tongue swiping up and down your slit and then in your gaping hole. The immense pleasure and the thrill of possibility of getting caught any moment has you cumming within a few minutes. Hooded eyes rolled back, legs shaking and back arching, he knows just how to turn you into a mess. Exhaling heavily you look down at him through your blurred vision, his hair is disheveled, lips and chin glossed from your juices and he’s licking his lips to not miss out on a single drop, smirking up to you, “C’mon princess s’your turn now, get on your knees now.” He’s getting up and sitting on the bench while you get down on your knees for him, desperately trying to pull down his shorts to suck him off.

Met with his long, heavy dick, swollen tip leaking with precum. He could quite literally see hearts in your wide blown pupils. Parting your lips and licking them in anticipation, you quickly get ahold of his shaft. Landing a glob of spit on his dick and wrapping your dainty manicured hand around his dick, stroking it slowly, thumb swiping across his slit. Fingers running over his prominent veins, giggling when it twiches in your hand. His jaw’s clenched, brows furrowed and patience running thin. Every passing second he’s not inside your pretty mouth, feels like torture.

Soon enough, you start pressing kisses up his length, and suddenly he grabs your hair, guiding you to take him in “Now princess, don’t keep me waiting, i got a match— ah” He groans, throwing his head back and biting down his lips to stiffle his groans when you take him in completely. Flattening your tongue against his dick and running it along his prominent vein. You hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head and swirling your tongue around his tip, making him feel so fucking good. He grabs your hair in a fist and tugs on them to quicken your pace. Harshly thrusting his hips against your mouth, his tip hits the back of your throat and he’s groaning out loud, shamelessly. “So good princess, you’re doin’ so good f’me. Yeah, ah, just like that. M’so close.” Deepthroating him and fondling with his balls sends him over the edge, shooting hot and thick spurts of cum down your throat.

Opening his eyes and looking down at you, a few seconds after calming down from his high, he intently watches you swallowing his cum like a champ. Opening your mouth enough to show him how you didn’t miss a single drop. Tongue sticking out, with a lazy smile and hazy eyes looking up at him. He swears he just fell in love with you for the nth time. Bringing his hands to stroke your face and tell you how good you’re for him and how lucky he is to have you — when suddenly the door’s banging. Quickly getting up, you’re pouting and you can see him frowning, wanting to have this moment with you. Nonetheless, you both get dressed, knowing just how important this match is for him.

Rushing out to the court, he gives you quick kiss on forehead, possessively holding your waist all the way from locker room. Lazingly smirking, knowing that everyone could see the pretty marks on your neck and what you both just did. Just before he leaves, you whisper a small “g’luck rin...” in a shy yet teasing manner, your manicured hands trailing from his biceps down his chest, till they reach the band of his shorts. Slyly smiling and winking at him, when your eyes meet. Quickly running to the seats when you hear his teammates calling for him, knowing well — now that you have teased him, he’ll make sure you pay for it after the match ends.

The anticipation of what’s to come, has your thighs pressed together the whole match, thinking about what will happen later. And him looking straight at you, when he scores points for his team just fuels it. You already know it, you’re in for a ride today!

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