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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ | Cunnilingus, Overstimulation, and edging reader. Teasing and slight mocking undertones. Dacryophilia (crying reader). Pleading, begging, etc.
๐น๐๐๐ | I know nobody requested this but I couldn't help but write it ๐ซ. But dw I'm still working on your requests.
๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ | Your husband, Aemond, merely wishes to indulge a bit, that's all. It would be selfish for you to deny him.
โAemond, please!โ you wail, a sob escaping from the back of your throat as he continues to devour your cunt. His tongue slips and slides into your walls and folds. Small sounds of his devouring echo throughout the walls of the chambers, as well as your pleading moans and whimpers.
Itโs been an hour since you first came, and for over a few hours, his head has been between your legs.
Aemond is well known for many things, the prince of the kingdom, the one-eyed scoundrel, the Targaryen prince, rider of the grand Vhagar, and so on. There are many titles he goes by and many ways he can be described.
However, the way you would describe your husband is that he is a tease, and a cruel one, at that.
It first started a few hours ago, after you and he had retired to your chambers, a bit earlier than usual, at his request. It was right after dinner, when he had ushered you to the room.
After a few moments of settling in, he requested to โrestโโas he calls itโ between your thighs and indulge in some delicacy. You had steadily agreed โโWho were you to deny him?โ you had natively thoughtโ undressing quickly into a simple white chaise, and lying on the bed, your legs spread wide.
As said before, Aemond Tayargeyen is known for many things. More often, his rather violent endeavors, his accomplishments, his skills, and his cruelty.
However, to you, his cruelty means something else. Your husband is known for teasing you to the edge, and then stimulating you over it.
And even though this was known to you, you had still chosen to trust his world, after he had promised that he โsimply wants to indulgeโ, believing the lie after the first hour, then the second, and only now cumming at the 4th hour after hours of edging. And now, with your legs quivering, and your body shuddering at the slightest swipe of his wet tongue, you reject all his other calls of indulgence.
โAemond, pleaseโ I'm tired,โ you whine, attempting to be stern, with a forced assertive voice. However, it quivers once his tongue has slipped into your folds again.
Aemond doesn't even hesitate at your requisition, continuing to dive his tongue in your cunt, osculating at the sides of your fold. โShhh, just a bit moreโฆโ he dismissed casually, not at all ashamed of his slightly muffled voice, nor the rather strenuous state he had put you in.
You are sweated out, with your nearly translucent chaise scarcely holding onto your shoulder, exposing your chest. Your nipples were hard to the point of sensitivity. Whenever the cloth of your nightgown had brushed them, it made your body spasm, and Aemond to chuckle.
In response to his casual dismissal and his lapping tongue, you shake your head pathetically, kneading your hand into his long white hair, attempting to pull him away. Tiny, quiet cries escape your lips as you continue your frugal attempt to get him to stop eating you out.
Aemond, of course, isn't at all bothered by this. Instead, a smug smirk arises on his lips, โWill you deny me of you, wife?โ he chuckles, lifting his head from your throbbing pussy.
Seeing his head lift gives you a foolish grain of hope that heโll stop, but then he rubs his finger gently on your oversensitive clit. And in a teasing voice, he resumes to speak โof this Sweet little cunt of yoursโ
He softly caresses his finger over your flinching cunt, rimming in around your fluttering hole, and entering the tip of his finger in and out as he talks.
โThis flower of yours is so sweet and appetizingโ.
Broken high-pitched moans flee past your lips as Aemond continues to tease your cunt. His finger solely narrowly slips in and out, just enough to bring you pleasure, but never to the point that you cum, he'd rather have his mouth or his cock to do that.
At least usually, he does.
After a few moments, he pulls back with a squelch sound, and you let out a sweet, audible gasp. Aemond, with his curiously twinkling eye, examines his soaked finger, glistening with your fluids. He looks into your tearful eyes with his lone one and brings his finger to his lips.
He lets out a quiet noise of satisfaction as he tastes the residue of your cunt. He closes his eye for a second, relishing the taste, before looking up at you, smiling coquettishly, as he licks the juices off his finger.
โAnd the nectar of the flower even more soโฆโ
After a moment of sipping your sap off his finger, not leaving a drop to waste he unhurriedly leans back down. His tongue slips past his lips and into your folds, causing you to yelp and throw back your weary head in pleasure.
โHow selfish you are,โ he scolds
โDenying me, your husband?โ he mocks, as he licks innocently on the bud between your folds. โEven though there is very little that I ask?โ he smirks
You let out a crying moan, as tears fall from your eyes, gazing at him with imploring, dewy eyes, and a quivering, plump lip. And even as you do, your hips still subconsciously roll into Aemondโs face, proceeding to graciously offer him the sweet bud he so desperately craves.
โDonโt be a self-absorbed wife, allow me to lose myself in your cunt until I tire of it,โ he smirks mockingly, before his tongue swipes an extended lick over the hole of your cunt, causing your walls to flutter around the vacancy of his cock.
โAlthough Iโm unsure I ever willโ
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