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I always love and appreciate it when you interact with and share my work whenever I post new stuff, whether it's my drawings or comics. Likewise, I don't mind it if/when my art gets used in compilations, edits, videos, and so forth, which brings it to a broader audience in whatever fandom I draw for, like, for instance, House of the Dragon, which is my current major special interest.
However, I only ask that if you decide to repost my artwork anywhere, and for any use, that I am tagged properly so that I can see it, enjoy it like everyone else, and generally just be granted credit for my work
I recently, by chance, came across a post on Instagram, where a profile had made an edit of my most recent Alysmond drawing, which was really lovely, but had I not stumbled upon it, I would have been none the wiser. Granted, the Tumblr link to the drawing was in the post's caption, but the person behind the account was unaware that I had an Instagram account as well, so I was not tagged, nor had the link otherwise been forwarded to me.
I have made them aware of this now.
I rarely expect anyone, who does not tag properly to do so with malicious intend, and I generally find that the best approach is to simply gently let them know.
For clarity, my Instagram handle is matt_melancholic with an underscore, whereas here on Tumblr it's matt-melancholic with a dash. I will start adding these to the bottom of each post I make now.
I know that these things might be what is to be expected in active fandom communities, and I am not at all trying to be ungrateful for my work being shared, but I would just like to still feel like I have some sense of overview of where and how my drawings are used, before they're scattered in the winds, and worst case, used in a way that I do not agree with. When I am properly tagged, it also allows me to further connect with fellow HOTD fans and makes it easier for other people, who might like my work, to come find and follow me. Total win-win.
Likewise, if you also just happen to stumble upon my work out in the wild, and see that I have not been properly tagged, please tag me or send me a link!
I always love and appreciate it when you interact with and share my work whenever I post new stuff, whether it's my drawings or comics. Likewise, I don't mind it if/when my art gets used in compilations, edits, videos, and so forth, which brings it to a broader audience in whatever fandom I draw for, like, for instance, House of the Dragon, which is my current major special interest.
However, I only ask that if you decide to repost my artwork anywhere, and for any use, that I am tagged properly so that I can see it, enjoy it like everyone else, and generally just be granted credit for my work
I recently, by chance, came across a post on Instagram, where a profile had made an edit of my most recent Alysmond drawing, which was really lovely, but had I not stumbled upon it, I would have been none the wiser. Granted, the Tumblr link to the drawing was in the post's caption, but the person behind the account was unaware that I had an Instagram account as well, so I was not tagged, nor had the link otherwise been forwarded to me.
I have made them aware of this now.
I rarely expect anyone, who does not tag properly to do so with malicious intend, and I generally find that the best approach is to simply gently let them know.
For clarity, my Instagram handle is matt_melancholic with an underscore, whereas here on Tumblr it's matt-melancholic with a dash. I will start adding these to the bottom of each post I make now.
I know that these things might be what is to be expected in active fandom communities, and I am not at all trying to be ungrateful for my work being shared, but I would just like to still feel like I have some sense of overview of where and how my drawings are used, before they're scattered in the winds, and worst case, used in a way that I do not agree with. When I am properly tagged, it also allows me to further connect with fellow HOTD fans and makes it easier for other people, who might like my work, to come find and follow me. Total win-win.
Likewise, if you also just happen to stumble upon my work out in the wild, and see that I have not been properly tagged, please tag me or send me a link!
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I am so happy to finally be happy to share this with You all, despite being sad that the process of bringing this comic to life is over. Gotta make a new one again, I s'pose :)
Huge thanks to @ewanmitchellcrumbs and @dreamilypurplepillar for giving me feedback on the script! The help was immense.
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There are a couple of things I'm worried about ahead of Alys' and Aemond's relationship soon hitting our screens.
A) I worry that their relationship will predominantly be centred around a manipulative nature - I am not so worried that they will use the conqueror/war trophy angle as is often pulled from the book, since that is clearly not what has been building up so far around Aemond's character, and what has been hinted at on the promo tour with the actors. I could be proven wrong, but if they suddenly decide to turn Aemond, who is himself a survivor of SA, into a r*pist I would be very surprised.
There is of course a power imbalance, but how that will play out, we have yet to see and I will not comment on that ahead of time.
My concern is more the other way around: that the shape of their relationship will be dominated by a manipulative side in Alys, who has her own agenda and will use Aemond to fulfil a prophecy, when we have just witnessed him be manipulated by Alicent to go to Harrenhal. I'm basically fearing a Stannis and Melisandre 2.0.
Which would also be ironic considering I've witnessed "fans" on Reddit complain that they didn't find Gayle Rankin pretty enough to play Alys, and they had hoped she would have just been 'a Melisandre, but with black hair' based on their interpretation from the book.
... Wishing for a rehash of an old character from GoT who's leaning towards this witchy-priestess/seductress archetype is, in itself, something that baffles me. Let's be honest; if they had gone down this path, the complaints would have been that they were recycling old tropes.
I am somewhat optimistic, having seen Gayle in an interview state that Alys may learn something about herself from Aemond, and that she will find that she cannot control him. It gives me hope that their interactions and vibes won't be so lopsided.
B) I am terrified that Condal will once again show the disrespect to survivors of CSA, and to the character that Aemond has been shaped to be, by wrapping his supposed connection with Alys Rivers around his mommy issues (a term that I absolutely despise, but am using now to make myself understandable). This has already been theorised will very much be an angle with the picture of Alys, in a yet unreleased episode, standing dressed in a way that is very much similar to Alicent.
It will break my heart to see Aemond be drawn in by his old wounds brought on by having neglectful parents and been SA'ed at the age of 13. Some people who watch the show are already ridiculing him enough by talking about his 'Mommy issues' and saying he prefers older women and so forth.
After that disturbing kiss scene between Aemond and his mother in the season premiere, a small, more suspicious part of me has theorised if perhaps Condal was trying to shave off some of Aemond's popularity with his fans by writing that — not too unlike what Joss Whedon did back in the day with Spike at the height of his popularity in 'Buffy'. It is just a thought, and I have nothing to back this up, obviously.
But to use 'mommy issues' as the domineering angle to a potential romance or whatever type of relationship will be between Alys and Aemond would be downright disgusting.
It is not without reason that Aemond is the favourite character for so many of us in House of the Dragon, and he is not just a two-dimensional anime-esque villain as so many critics try to make him seem. He has won over my sympathies many times despite his brutality, but that brutality is not without reason. Ewan himself has said many times in interviews that what Aemond goes through is the result of a lack of love from his childhood and 'the village not embracing the child'.
Despite him being villainous, I so very much just wish to see him try to experience just a crumb of something akin to actual love, where nothing is to be gained or taken away from him in return. I would have been more trusting if the writers behind this show knew how to write women characters.
I am not saying that I expect or hope for a redemption arc for Aemond. But there have been worse villains before who were allowed a glimmer of affection, and that is what I want the most for him.
Content/Warning: 18+, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, smut, loss of virginity, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, mentions of blood
Word count: 7.1K
Summary: Aemond and his betrothed are not fond of each other, spending more time bickering and ignoring one another. As a result, the young woman grows bored in her solitude in The Red Keep. But one day after arguing in the library, Aemond decides to relieve the young woman of her boredom unorthodoxily.
When she had learned she had been betrothed to Prince Aemond Targaryen, a mix of dread and curiosity had struck her. Not long after the betrothal that had been forged to strengthen the bond between their families, she had been sent to live the Red Keep in King's Landing to further strengthen the alliance and get to know the one-eyed prince.
She felt that she had done what was expected of her; smiled politely, asked him the correct questions and showed a general interest in him. But though Aemond had reciprocated her initiatives to conversation with answers and asked questions back, she found that his answers were curt and held an undercurrent of haste, as if their interactions were but simple, dreadful business to him; like she was a member of The Small Council or the likes. His once somewhat tempered answers and sentences shared with her, had evolved into short, absentminded hums, barely even giving a glance her way. She grew angry at first. She'd come all this way, left her family behind to live in a castle with no friends and kin, all to be treated like a careless nuisance to him. Did he not realize that this was for their families’ best? Was it too much to ask that he be grateful to have her?
She had tried to press him in further conversation, but that only earned her rebuffs. He hardly even bothered with raising his voice at her to voice his irritation with her — mostly he just rebuffed her and left the room.
Eventually, she gave up and decided to pay him back in kind. So they ignored each other. And when they didn't do that the few words exchanged held an air of annoyance and tension between them as if they couldn't stand to be near one another. It was only on the rare occasion that she shared her meals with the entirety of his immediate family that they somewhat bothered to bear a mask of polite decor. But the smiles and quiet exchanges were fleeting and in private replaced by either indifference or bickering and a sharp choice of words.
The young woman no longer cared to maintain her proper appearance. In her quiet mind, she had come to hope that the silver-haired nobleman would seek to have their betrothal annulled, so it didn't really bother her should he find her to be but a nuisance in his proximity.
With no one to bond with and little to do, she often allowed herself to succumb to boredom.
On one particularly dull day she let her solitude lead her to the library. Feeling careless as ever, she had stepped out of her slippers and climbed the step ladder leading up to the taller shelves where she pulled out a small collection of Essosi short stories. She settled on the top step with her feet resting comfortably a few steps down, as she read with the book in her lap, not even bothering to step down to the floor and find a proper chair to sit and read in.
She dived half-hearted into the stories of ship traders and travellers in the book, feeling but slightly entertained and distracted. After roughly half an hour, the silence of the library was broken by the thuds of familiar boot steps on the stone floor. Aemond stopped short of the bottom of the ladder. He looked at her discarded shoes on the floor, and his mouth twitched in something akin to disgust. His gaze lifted to find her sitting up there, like a lazy bird perched on a branch. She made of course no move to acknowledge his presence.
“Tell me,” Prince Aemond's voice came smooth and clipped.
“Do you consider this exemplary behaviour for a woman of your station?” He asked her, smoothly but chilled.
She flipped a page, taking her time to answer, as she felt a heat of irritation rise in her chest and make the tips of her ears turn pink.
“Mayhaps,” she muttered, keeping her gaze down.
“Why do you care?”
“Well, I don't,” came the clipped reply.
“How you decide to carry yourself is of little matter to me. However, I'd say that I do have a say on how my betrothed dares to present herself to the world”.
Aemond's tone grew more tight with each passing sentence.
One of his hands wrapped its lithe fingers around one side of the step ladder on which she sat.
“Come down,” he commanded in a warning tone.
She ignored him. Her eyes travelled over the same sentence in her book a third time.
“No,” she nearly sang in a careless tone.
Aemond's only physical reaction was the tiniest widening of his one functional eye and a flare of his nostrils, as a testament to the fury simmering beneath.
His hand squeezed the ladder.
“You dare defy your prince?” He spoke quietly, but taut like a bowstring.
“I said… Come. Down”.
The girl arched her brow and for the first time dared to crane her neck to gaze down at the one-eyed prince. The parts of her hair that weren't braided fell over her shoulder.
“What's with you?” She asked defiantly and shut the book in her lap with a clap.
“Did the prince get bested in the training grounds?” She nearly mocked.
He scoffed.
“You're asking about my temperaments? Mayhaps it is you, My Lady who is the cause of them,” he smirked coldly.
“I come here in the hopes of a quiet hour and I see this-” he gestured vaguely with a hand from her in the ladder to her slippers on the floor.
“- Careless display of disturbance. I hardly reckoned you for a scholar of the written word, quite frankly”.
She ignored his obvious jab.
“The library is large enough for the both of us, I would've assumed,” she shrugged, keeping her hands on the book in her lap.
“Even so, I do not applaud my betrothed for looking down on me, while she sits barefoot on a ladder like a child from Fleabottom,” Aemond gritted out and gave the ladder a warning jerk that made her heart flutter with alert at the slight sway. Her left hand scrambled to the ladder’s top, grasping tightly for safety, while the right one nearly had the book slipping.
“Stop that!” She shrieked in shock.
“Get down,” Aemond scolded coldly.
“Fine!” She finally complied and turned to place the book back on its shelf, before she took the angry steps climbing down the ladder.
Her feet nudged into her slippers once she made contact with the flagstones again, and Aemond was the one towering over her.
Aemond's eye followed her all the way down. Now that he had gotten his way, he showed little sign of feeling gratified from her reluctant compliance. He stood there, watching her put on her shoes, no book in hand.
“... You did not intend to finish the book?” He heard himself ask. Where that dry curiosity came from, only the Seven could tell.
The young woman brushed off an imaginary wrinkle in her dress and looked up at him.
“No. It was boring,” was the response.
“Mm. Strange you'd make that pick then,” Aemond mused with a hint of a jab.
“Well, I didn't come in here to read Essosi fishermen's tales,” she countered and crossed her arms softly.
“I was bored. Thought I might come looking for ‘A Caution For Young Girls’”.
She was only half serious. Her remark earned her an arched brow from the prince.
“Did you now?” He spoke smoothly with a fraction of challenge.
“And what praytell were you hoping to find in that particular piece of litterature?” He asked and took a small step closer that threatened to crowd her space.
She didn't move, but the slight sway in her shoulders and flicker of her gaze betrayed a sense of unease or fluster at his challenging tone. Her arms remained crossed as she shrugged.
“Nothing. Just… An end to my boredom,” she said, shifting lightly on her feet.
“Mm,” Aemond hummed.
“Boredom,” he repeated as if the concept was foreign to him. Or at least beneath him.
“Well, the maesters have been diligent with hiding it away. My mother did not wish to have that filth within arm's reach of young, bored ladies such as yourself. It is distasteful and not in good faith with The Seven,” he spoke the last bit with a hint of bemusement as if he didn't quite believe it himself.
He was quiet for a beat as he regarded her with a sense of contemplation.
“But they didn't hide it well. I have it,” he stated. The slight smirk that curled on the corner of his lips revealed his bemusement at her reaction.
“You have it?” She asked with skepticism, narrowing her eyes a slight.
“I do,” he smirked, with a hint of smugness.
“I had a curiosity that I needed… Sated. So I took it into my possession”.
She blinked at this revelation, and it seemed curiosity was getting the better of her as well when an idea formed in her mind.
“... Can I see it?” She asked.
Aemond scoffed out a grin.
“See it?” He asked in amusement over her audacity.
“My Lady, I hardly think it becomes you to gaze upon such depravities. Are you truly that bored or are you simply seeking inspiration?”
Aemond tilted his head and folded his hands behind his back as he taunted her.
The girl’s cheeks blushed in irritation.
“And what about you, huh?” She countered.
“Did you keep the book to sate your curiosity over and over again?”
The slight flare of Aemond's nostrils was a satisfying reaction for her.
“Well,” she continued, and straightened her back, placing her hands on her hips.
“If you're not going to show it to me, mayhaps I should just go to your chambers myself and look for it”.
Aemond's smirk had completely vanished and been replaced with a warning scowl.
“You wouldn't d-”
The words had hardly spilled from his lips before she sprinted past him. With her skirts clutched in her fists and a grin on her face that signaled mischief and trouble, the young lady bolted out the library with an agility that caught Aemond off guard. For a second or two, he was dumbstruck at her audacity as well as stamina. When he finally came to, after giving her an unintentional head start, he hurried on after her.
“What do you think of yourself?!” He shouted as he ran after her.
“Running in the halls of The Red Keep as if you were a mere child!” He scolded, but the woman's steps did not falter. If anything, she seemed to be giggling as she remained at a surprising distance ahead of him. Aemond felt his blood rush as his anger intensified as he witnessed her round the corner to Maegor's Holdfast.
She shoved the doors to Aemond's private chambers open. The surroundings were just like him; neat, tight and practical. Her curious gaze wandered over the vast room, as her heart thundered with adrenaline. With eager steps she headed towards the bookshelf.
Aemond had caught up with her almost immediately as she entered his chambers, witnessing her pranze in as if she owned the damn place. His chest heaved slightly in ragged breaths as he glared at her with intesity. With a steady hand he clicked the heavy doors shut behind him.
“You've got some nerve,” he hissed. His boots clanked against the stone floor when he stepped over to her, surprisingly quiet and calm in exterior.
“You ought to be whipped for this very insol-”
“Is it here?” She interrupted with a furiatingly carefree tone as she pointed towards the books on display. No ‘A Caution For Young Girls'.
Aemond blinked in shock and rage as he could not begin to comprehend this behavior towards him.
“Were you raised in the dungeons?” He hissed.
“You come into my private chambers just to search for that filthy book? Have you no shame at all?”
She turned and looked at him with a stare that was unaffected by his reprimand.
“I'll leave, if you show it to me,” she offered.
Aemond's jaw twitched and after a tense second he let out a sigh that came all the way from the tightness of his belly.
“Fine,” he snarled.
“I ought to hurl you out the window,” he muttered irritatedly as he turned his back to her and stepped to a large chest. The hinges creaked slightly when he opened it. His hand rummaged a little and then summoned a book that had withstood the tooth of time. It was handed over with a tension to the prince’s movement.
The young woman opened it somewhere in the middle.
Her eyes darted over the page she had settled on.
“Oh”.
A small unwilling flush formed on her cheeks, and her thoughts could have might as well been written in the plane of her forehead. Could a man and woman really do that?
Aemond found that the corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk.
“‘Oh’?” He echoed.
“Is it too depraved for your liking?” he asked, folded his hands behind his back and took a step closer.
“No, it's not,” she tried and flipped another page, refusing to meet his gaze.
“Hmm. Read it out loud,” he dared.
She lifted her head to look at him, lips parted in surprise at his demand. Refusing to go down on his challenge, lest she showed she was but a mere blushing maiden, she looked upon the page again and read:
“‘The Lord parted my thighs and greeted my parts by-... By gathering a good amount of saliva on his tongue and delivering it to my- erhm… my pearl, where I ached for him the most and then let it trickle down to the gates of my most sacred castle’... Aemond!”
The prince let out a small chuckle.
“Oh? Are the descriptions too vivid for the young maiden?” He taunted.
“They're not, they're just-…!” She licked her lips, still holding the book.
“It's just so… Stirring. Is this truly what a man and woman are meant to do in private?” She baffled in disbelief.
Aemond's smirk morphed into something more contemplative as he held her gaze.
“Some,” he replied.
“That book is meant to excite the reader, not as much inspire the means of creating successors,” Aemond mused flatly, as if the contents were as interesting to him as reading a map of Westeros.
He paused and tilted his head, regarding his soon-to-be wife.
“It is depraved. Do you find that… enticing?” His tone was analytical, like she was but a subject of study to him.
Her eyes widened.
“No! I mean-… It's not… Uninteresting”.
She blushed and glanced down at the open book in her hands again. One of her hands left the book and without realizing, the young woman nervously let it thread through a loose lock of her hair, the shiney lock falling over her shoulder.
Aemond's eye followed the slow movement of her delicate fingers, as they combed through the tresses, gliding down past the clavicle that peeked out over the neckline of her dress. Her hair had a smooth shine to it; a testament to its softness he presumed, though he had never touched it himself. Her hands were soft too. Those he had only ever touched once back on the day they were formally introduced to each other. He'd greeted her, and politely taken her small hand in his grasp to place a chaste kiss to the back of it. The recollection of how damp her palm had been, softened with a sheen of sweat against his, was something he hadn't thought about for months. It was clear that the girl had been nervous to meet him. But that nervousness had soon evaporated as their arranged relationship had turned sour and stale. The nervous fleeting glances from her had been replaced by scowls and rolled eyes that nearly provoked him to poke them out on a bad day.
That nervous girl showed a small glimpse of herself now. He couldn't remember the last time he'd stood this close to her besides their day of introduction. Aemond noted the perfumed oils she'd dabbed on her skin this morning; it was sweet with a floral roundness to it that was subtle but still added a softened edge to her presence. His eye observed how her lips turned inwards as she read the obscenities that Lady Coryanne Wylde had supposedly experienced with her undivided attention, eyes darting over the page in jagged, nervous movements. The flush on the girl's cheeks deepened, and Aemond felt the muscles in his lower abdomen tense to his own surprise.
“‘Not uninteresting’,” Aemond repeated.
“So you find the book adequately entertaining to save you from the boredom that had you acting like a brat mere moments before?” He challenged and folded his arms to his front.
“I-” she looked up at him, unsure if she ought to bite back.
“Or do you expect me to find something else to entertain you with that will keep you intensively preoccupied?”
It sounded like a mix between a challenge and an offer.
Her eyes narrowed in skepticism.
“Like what?”
Aemond's lips twisted into a lopsided smirk like he'd been waiting for just that question.
“I could exhaust you with physical activity. Show you what Lady Coryanne Wylde tries to warn you against… Unless My Lady considers herself too prim and proper for that?” The last bit was delivered with a teasing edge.
The young woman’s lips parted and eyes widened upon realization of his intentions.
“You mean-...?” She felt her cheeks bloom with warmth and color while, paradoxically enough, it felt as if all colour had drained from her face.
“But… We're not allowed to! Not before we are wed-” she reasoned, a thousand thoughts running through her mind. Had he truly just offered that or was this some sort of cruel prank to get her all flustered? To humiliate her mayhaps?
“We're not supposed to,” Aemond corrected with a small shake on his head, and that same smug smirk lingering.
“And since when have you held any rules in high regard?” he took a step closer, threatening to crowd her space.
“Is it so that your careless streak only takes you as far as to have you sit barefoot in the library for all to see, but you refuse to rebel in private, between my sheets?” His words were smooth as paper but cut just the same.
Her cheeks were practically burning now, and her throat dry as parchment. She thought she had shrunk to the size of a mouse as she stood there before Aemond with no answer ready.
It's not that she was particularly afraid of the act - she had been curious about it for some time now, and had often explored her own body in the dark beneath her covers. And she knew of course that she was bound to get introduced to it on their wedding night after a less than humiliating bedding ceremony. With that in mind she mused that—from a more pragmatic point of view—that whole ceremony would most likely go a lot smoother if she had already been acquainted with the art of coupling beforehand.
“I mean-” her throat bobbed as she swallowed.
“I suppose we… Could,” she peeped out from a less convincing tone.
“You ‘suppose’?” Aemond challenged with a more seriously edged demeanor, devoid of amusement.
“If you do not wish for it, I will not convince you. But if so I suggest you make your leave right this ins-”
“It's not that!” She blurted out.
“It's not that I don't want to, it's just…” her cheeks were piping hot and it felt as if her spine was made of air.
“I don't know… How”.
Aemond's smirk returned again. This time not so much with a smug, taunting edge but more acknowledging.
“I didn't expect you to,” he answered plainly, but softly.
“And it is not a problem at all. I can teach you,” he offered and gently took the book from her that she had completely forgotten the relevance of.
“You've… Done it many times?” She questioned in a cautious, curious murmur.
Aemond placed the book on a nearby table and gazed back at her. There was something steely in his eye.
“Once”.
She parted her lips, wanting to ask more about this one encounter of his, but the shield behind his eye, made her stifle her words. Her throat bobbed as if she physically swallowed them. Then, she opened her mouth again to ask something different, but no less of great importance to her:
“Will it hurt?”
His eye remained fixed on her trepidatious face.
“Yes,” was the simple answer.
“A bit. But it will lessen if we-... If I prepare you properly”. In the moment it seemed like the most galant thing to make that his full responsibility.
She bit her lip with an incisor and nodded, not so much in compliance, but understanding that that was simply a term she’d have to accept.
Surprise came over her when the prince suddenly took a step closer, threatening to invade her space, and took her hand in his.
By the nature of their relationship so far, she would have been less surprised if he had punched her in the kidney.
Instead of that, his calloused thumb traced a soft line over the back of her hand. His hand was massive compared to hers. For a fleeting moment she wondered if every part of him matched in size.
“I will guide you,” Aemond reassured in an uncharacteristically gentle tone. No smirk, no malice, just a mentoring presence.
“Will you let me?”
Having him so close reminded her that she had only thought of him as handsome once before; the day they had met. When they had been introduced she had let her eyes travel over the chiseled nature of his face, the smoothness of his hair and the tall posture on him. Of course, the first thing she’d noted was his eyepatch but that didn’t matter so much and did little to take away from the handsome face. It had not been long after that her awe of his physical appearance had faded and made way for her indifference and distaste for his person.
But right now, in this moment, she gathered recollection from that one fond memory, feeling a warm flutter in the deepest pit of her belly.
“Yes,” she murmured.
“I want to, but… Why do you?” She asked, letting the last bit of remaining skepticism slip through her cracks.
“Why?” Aemond repeated almost carelessly and gazed down at his hand that still held hers. His thumb traced circles on her skin.
“Because I am a man, and you are a woman. You are to be my wife, and mayhaps if I let myself break the customs this once, it will make way for us to find some sort of common ground”.
His gaze flickered up again, and that darn smirk of his returned to his lips.
“And because I’ve wondered what sounds may protrude from that pretty mouth when you’re not using it to throw insults at me”. His tone was slick and his words made a warmth mixed between arousal and irritation twist and swirl in her stomach. His thumb pressed on her hand.
“I dare say you haven’t even been properly kissed before, have you?”
Her eyes widened and cheeks flushed as she glared at him.
“You d-” she was cut off when Aemond’s lips captured hers. His free arm wrapped around her waist while the hand that had been holding hers let go, and now snaked up to tangle into the softness of her hair. She gasped against Aemond’s lips, and squirmed in his grasp, until she finally relented and closed her eyes, trying her best to reciprocate. Her hands fumbled, unknowing where to settle, before they finally clutched at the front of his doublet. He was a prick. But she couldn’t deny that the kiss felt nice. His lips were softer than she had anticipated and the fervor and dominance with which he kissed her was more than enough to make desire flare up between her thighs.
Aemond pulled back a fraction to catch his breath and look her in the eye.
“Yes?” He asked for confirmation. His pupil was dilated.
“Yes,” She murmured, her eyes hazy and cheeks ruddy. Surprise was written all over her.
Aemond grinned approvingly before kissing her again, and backed her towards his bed.
Once she was on the mattress with Aemond sleekly climbing on top, caging her in, he wasn’t long to smooth a hand behind her back and pull at the lacings of her dress.
“N-No!” she exclaimed almost in panic and pulled back.
Aemond raised an eyebrow at her quizzically.
“I mean-... You first!” she insisted, suddenly being struck by self-awareness from the whole ordeal. Aemond moved out of the bed. She would have been certain he had taken offense and decided to call it all off, had it not been for the fleeting bemused smile on his lip.
“As you wish”.
He stood beside the bed, facing her, as his hands niftily and without the shadow of tremor started unfastening his doublet. The entire time he was undressing he kept his gaze locked on her; all determined and without anything resembling the least amount of shame about what he was doing and what he intended to. Somehow, despite him being the one who was stripping down, she felt as if she could have just as well been naked by the way his gaze bore into her.
Aemond’s doublet fell. Then his undershirt. Then his boots… He slowed his motions just as his dex fingers were starting to pull at the laces of his trousers.
The last thing to be removed was his eye patch. Her lips parted at the sight of the sapphire stone he revealed. The skin was shrunken, reddened and it looked tense around the blue gem. She was surprised by the sight of it, but didn't dare to mention it.
“It will be much more comfortable for us both if you disrobe as well,” Aemond spoke smoothly like he were a scholar guiding his student..
She felt shy, but nonetheless nodded, and sat up to reach around herself and started unlacing her bodice. It was more difficult to do by herself without staff to assist her.
Aemond didn’t ask for permission, but just leaned down and helped her loosen up the garment. He was so close that she could smell the musk of his perspiration and fully appreciate the tone of his muscles.
So that’s what daily hours in the training yard does to a man, she thought sheepishly to herself, and promptly looked away when she heard him chuckle in her ear.
“Let us parallel each other, My Lady,” he smiled approvingly, while he helped her out of her dress.
Once they were both fully nude, she pressed her back down into the bed like she was ready to disappear into it, the reality of what they were about to do suddenly hitting her. Her cheeks still blushed profusely and her arms tried to half-heartedly cover her breasts, though it was futile. Aemond smirked and leaned over her. His lips pressed to her cheekbone in a surprisingly soft kiss.
“You are not uneasy on the eyes,” he whispered.
Then he made his ascent down till he was facing her hips. He gently, if however a little decisively, pried open her thighs to reveal a glistening vertical line faintly hidden under a patch of hair.
“What are you…?” She tried.
“I told you. I’m preparing you properly,” he grinned wolfishly, before he lowered his face and experimentally dragged the tip of his tongue all the way up over the line of her cunt. She gasped from the sensation and nearly jolted back against the headboard.
It was far from unpleasant. She could swear she nearly felt Aemond smile against her flesh, before he dove in, large hands holding her thighs open, as he licked and sucked at her. The sounds that left her lips were sounds she didn’t even know she could make.
“A-Aemond…!” She gasped, feeling her legs tremble as he feasted on her cunt.
“You’re already so wet,” he mused approvingly and circled her little nub with his tongue, which earned him a sharp groan from her. He locked his lips down on her again and kissed, sucked, licked as if she was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. Aemond groaned and hummed against her, the vibrations causing her to shiver again. She was surprised to find herself rocking her hips back and forth against his face, chasing the ministrations that his tongue was granting her. Unsure of what to do with her hands that were growing frantic and restless, they switched position from grasping at the sheets, to Aemond’s hair, while her breathing came out in ragged gasps. If Aemond felt distracted by her fidgeting, he didn’t let it show.
“Aemond, fuck-... Aemond, please I’m…!”
If she had intended for him to stop, she had another thing coming. Her mewls ignited a larger flame in Aemond who damn near growled against her as he pressed his tongue firmer down on her, eager for her to erupt in what he knew would soon be eminent.
Her back arched, pressing her cunt desperately against Aemond’s mouth as she cried out her climax, fingers digging into his scalp. Aemond breathed out heavily as he withdrew, his mouth and surrounding area of his face moist and shiny with her slick. He wiped his mouth lazily with a hand like a man recovering from a task well done. There was something pragmatic and stoic about the way he regarded her as she laid there, a panting, ruddy mess, all wet and shivering with eyes half-lidded and unfocused.
He smirked smugly, terribly pleased with the state he’d brought her in.
“You ready for more?” He asked in a teasing tone, and let his right hand wrap around his already half hardened cock, and started stroking languidly.
She swallowed and tried to find proper words to rasp out as she looked up at him.
“I-I suppose I-...” She gasped when Aemond haphazardly placed his open hand on her cunt again. His thumb had entered her, rubbing upwards to a textured spot that made her squeeze around the finger, while the top of his palm nudged against her sensitive bud. She groaned when he lazily pulled it out and traced upwards, never seizing contact, and in the end let it circle her bundle of nerves which damn near made her fall apart all over again. Aemond watched his hand work her with an analytical look, as if he was experimenting with what reactions he could elicit from her, like they were words in a foreign language to be studied.
“You’re so sensitive,” he mused with intrigue as he absorbed all these new discoveries, while letting his thumb gently press against her.
She gasped, her hands halfway to covering her mouth.
“Don’t…” She panted, looking up at him with pleading, hazy eyes.
“Don’t tease me…”
Her cheeks were rosey, and her lips ever so delicately parted as she breathed – no rasped, while he continued to touch her. She was a ruddy mess, and Aemond thought it might be the most beautiful she'd ever looked.
He had put her in that state.
The sight of her like that accompanied with that breathy, needy voice made him slow down and nearly forget what he was doing. It went straight to his cock, making him ache for her.
A deep, primal sound rumbled up from the lowest of his abdomen, up through his chest and almost made him growl. His hand left her perhaps for a moment when he decided for each of his hands to land on her thighs, squeezing so hard on the inner parts it made her squeak in surprise.
“Apologies, my lady,” Aemond rasped, feeling his cock throb with need to feel her around him.
“It appears my reactions to you are less chivalrous than I'd first anticipate,” he murmured and leaned over her, letting his lips graze the edge of her jaw.
“Are you ready for me?”
She felt her blood rush through her veins at such speed, it felt like her body was on fire. All forethoughts that had filled her mind with apprehensions in regards to pain and the state of her virtue had vanished, now replaced by a dire, primal need for him. Her legs spread wider open under Aemond, nodding, while air left her in soft breaths through parted lips.
There was a shadow of a twitch at the corner of Aemond's mouth. There and then gone. His head dipped, gazing down at her, as he guided himself to her cunt, with a firm hand around his base.
A soft hiss left Aemond when he swiped the head through her folds, feeling how wet she was. She grunted lightly when he pressed on. There was a stretch at the foreign intrusion, a faint sting, and then an outlandish sensation of being filled up. A shiver ran through her at a tingling sensation in her lower belly.
It was done – she had overstepped where she was not supposed to and there was no turning back.
Aemond sucked in a sharp breath as she engulfed him with how tight she was.
She barely had time to recollect her thoughts before Aemond started to move, pulling his hips back and then thrusting back inside.
“Oh,” she sounded like a surprised fool. Then a gasp, then a moan.
Aemond gave a low, deep groan as he thrust into her.
“Fuck,” he whispered. The warmth of his breath hit her cheek while he kept her caged in under his arms.
“A-Aemond,” the young woman groaned, her hands nervously fumbling to rest at Aemond's ribs. The prince cursed himself, feeling a dire need to have her grab at him, and do something that'd permit him to give into his urges of fucking her harder.
“You speak my name so sweetly,” he murmured, tracing his lips over the shell of her ear.
“I knew you would”. He sounded almost smug again.
Aemond's thrusts were steady, almost gentle, till his breathing grew labored and his hips started to move in tact with it. His skin slapped against hers, and the sounds they both made grew more primal, more animalistic.
She gasped sharply when he pounded into her. There was a bit of discomfort, but it was drowned out by the pleasure, the tingles, the warmth that absolutely insisted on consuming her.
Was this how it was done? Was she even doing this correctly, she thought to herself. Her toes curled and she subsequently squeezed around Aemond, which elicited a hiss from him through his teeth. The sound made her flinch, planting a thought that she'd done wrong, mayhaps even brought him discomfort.
“You're doing so well,” the prince suddenly muttered in her ear. She was surprised when she felt new warmth coil in her belly at his praise, causing her to clench around Aemond once more.
Her reaction was not lost on him, and he gave a small appreciative sound.
“You're taking me so well,” he cooed in his betrothed’s ear, while tracing his lips over the peachy softness of her earlobe and rosey cheek.
“Oh, gods…” she whimpered in reply, feeling herself melt from his words. A new rush of ecstasy made it feel like a ripple of wetness flowed down between her thighs. Her hands trembled, nearly clinging for dear life to the muscular planes of his back.
“Is… is there any blood?” She asked.
Aemond slowed down, and finally stopped, balancing his weight on one hand, while the other swiped a couple fingers between them where they were joined together. He rubbed his fingers together as he looked at them.
“A little bit,” he concluded and placed the hand back next to her head, caging her in once more.
“Are you alright?” Aemond's voice was uncharacteristically ever so slightly out of breath.
“Yes,” she nodded, a couple of her fingers twitching slightly on his back.
“Good”. He resumed his movements, languid and controlled at first, letting her settle before he grew bolder in vigor and sounds. Aemond groaned, closing his eye as he lost himself in ecstacy. The young woman under him made sounds made up of soft gasps and mewls.
Delightful music.
Aemond opened his eye, never seizing his movements, and he witnessed her small hand seek down between their bodies where they were joined and started almost timidly, shyly touching herself. She sighed in relief and Aemond gave a low guttural sound from deep within. The sudden urge to take her and be rough with her was nearly overwhelming as he witnessed her take the reins of her own pleasure.
But no, not yet, not tonight.
She was still so green to this. She deserved patience and the comfort of learning.
She blinked quizzically up at Aemond as she, suddenly feeling self-conscious, realized he was watching her please herself.
“Is it a problem…?” She asked skittishly, wondering if this was considered impolite to a man's efforts.
Aemond huffed out an amused breath, the corner of his mouth twitching lightly.
“Not a problem,” he assured, and snapped his hips a little firmer against her, making her cry out so exquisitely.
“But I would like to be the one to touch you”.
She swallowed visibly and then nodded.
“Y-You may”.
Without missing a beat, the one-eyed prince gently swatted her hand away and replaced it with his own. He pressed gentle circles with his thumb. The feeling of having someone else touch her there than herself was much more intense than she'd expected now that it was convoyed by the new sensation of having his girth fill her up.
“Like this?” He asked, searching her face for reaction with that methodical expression he often had when studying old texts.
“Uhm… A little firmer” was the apologetic request.
She amused Aemond. He had finally found out how to strip her off all that guarded disposition she'd shown up with when she'd first arrived in King's Landing. Always so closed off, having that attitude about her. Now she laid here, blushing, cheeks ruddy, eyes teary, hazy with lust and completely pliant.
Letting him fuck her like he wanted to.
Letting her learn that he knew a few things that she didn't.
He complied with her request, and she granted him a soft moan in return.
Aemond smirked almost smugly in triumph, and continued massaging that most sensitive part of her in that way that proved fruitful. His hips never stopped moving, as he carried himself to his own pleasure..
From the way her breathing grew more and more laboured and her cunt twitched around him, it was evident that she was nearing her precipice. Aemond sighed softly, enjoying the way her legs started to shake.
“You're close, sweet thing,” he stated, and got more insistent with his thrusts, his thumb working in tandem.
“Aren't you?” He teased and dipped his head to place a soft kiss to her jaw. She tasted slightly salty.
The young woman mewled, lips and eyes squeezed shut, as if trying to protect herself from revealing her own eminent demise.
She nodded.
Aemond gave an amused tch.
Still refusing to give in, he mused to himself and as a result let his thumb on her cluster of nerves move slightly faster. She yelped from the punishment.
“W-Wait-, I-...!” Her eyes opened wide with a start.
“Tell me you're close,” he demanded softly.
“I-I am…!” She yielded, perplex and shocked by how much more intense this felt than when she reached her peak alone by the touch of her hand.
She fell, her voice leaving as a strained moan from a stretched throat.
“Fuck-” Aemond gritted out between clenched teeth, as she squeezed around him, insisting he follow her. She was so unbelievably wet and tight, it made him see stars. He snapped his hips against her, harder than ever, causing her to gasp from the overstimulation. Aemond fucked her like a man possessed, until he finally, suddenly pulled out, grabbing his cock, stroking himself to finish.
He came with a sound akin to a roar, letting his pearly release land on her belly. No sound left her upon the surprise of the sudden wetness. It was as if he had fucked out all verbal communication out of her, so she just laid there, breathing heavily and looking up at him with heavily lidded eyes filled with awe. She said nothing, and instead let herself be acquainted with the afterglow of what had just conspired between them. She knew she ought to feel ashamed but she was taken aback by how little regret and shame was present in her mind and body at this very moment. It felt sinful, but rightly so in a sense.
Her chest heaved slightly as Aemond's gaze travelled over his betrothed, appreciating the state he'd brought her in. His taut muscles relaxed, and he certainly didn't mind witnessing how she too was taking in the shape of him with enjoyment.
A small huff left his lips, reckoning she'd never looked so correct as she did now. He leaned down, silver hair falling over his shoulders and caged her in again, underarm on either side of her head.
He kissed the curve of her jaw, letting his lips linger for a moment.
“Now you know,” he stated smoothly, voice slightly husky from his earlier strain.
“You know what will transpire in our bedding ceremony,” Aemond murmured. He couldn't help but chuckle as he'd moved back slightly to see the widening of her eyes and the slight increase of flush on her darling cheeks.
“Now that it is done, I reckon we may find time to… rehearse some more, should the mood strike us,” the smirk on his face told her.
She was about to protest with irritation right before Aemond dipped again, this time pressing a deft forefinger on the softness of her lips.
“However, sweet girl,” he said with a low voice, eye half lidded.
“Under our bedding I intend to spill myself inside of you, and make you swell with my heir. My seed will not be wasted on your soft skin then,” Aemond promised, letting his lips trace over the shell of her ear.
A comic I made earlier this year - it's also my very first HOTD fancomic!
Another favorite scene of mine from season 2, this time featuring our man Aemond 🥰
Big thanks to everone who responded so nicely to my last comic, I really appreciate every single one of You! 😘😎
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I am so happy to finally be happy to share this with You all, despite being sad that the process of bringing this comic to life is over. Gotta make a new one again, I s'pose :)
Huge thanks to @ewanmitchellcrumbs and @dreamilypurplepillar for giving me feedback on the script! The help was immense.
I am so happy to finally be happy to share this with You all, despite being sad that the process of bringing this comic to life is over. Gotta make a new one again, I s'pose :)
Huge thanks to @ewanmitchellcrumbs and @dreamilypurplepillar for giving me feedback on the script! The help was immense.
