"rafe!" you mewled girlishly, reluctantly opening up your father's house, a cute pout decorating your pink lips as you finally came face to face with your toxic ex boyfriend, rafe cameron. "you cannot be here," you whined petulantly, crossing your arms over your perky chest, already feeling rafe's eyes dropping down to sneak a peek, making you continue to pout up at his intimidatingly tall figure.

"baby," rafe begins, a slight edge to his tone, something dark and sinister and possessive, "you're mine—mine, don't you get that? don't you get that you belong to me?" he chuckled humorlessly, giving his head a tiny shake as the fingers in his right hand twitched, begging for violence.

you stood there frozen, not being able to move, utterly paralyzed—and strangely, embarrassingly aroused.

"rafe," you whimpered softly, feeling your heart thumping erratically, not just from the way rafe spoke down to you, but just being in his mere presence was enough to leave your cunt dripping and your little pastel pink panties soaked.

rafe chuckled with slow nod of his head, not waiting a single second more as he casually made his way inside of your father's house, already knowing he wasn't home and most likely at work.

"oh, my sweet baby," rafe cooed, immediately taking you into his arms once again, all snuggly and warm and perfect—you couldn’t help but bury your face into rafe's hard chest, inhaling his fancy, masculine cologne he always wore that he knew had you addicted.

"see how easy that was, huh? if only you’d just listen," rafe sighed softly, burying his face into the top of your hair, inhaling your fresh, feminine scent of vanilla and strawberries—his favorite.

"i.. ‘m really sorry, daddy," you pout, clinging to rafe as though you were nothing but a little girl, needing the comfort of a man, needing your rafe.

rafe only hums, rocking you both slowly back and forth as he continues to hold you, not loosing his grip for a moment as his big arms only squeeze around you tighter—punishingly, making you squeak in surprise.

"d-daddy!" you mewl helplessly, beginning to squirm in your ex boyfriend's arms, making you panic slightly when he wouldn't let go. "r-rafe…! c'mon, let me go," you complained with a childish whine, continuing to squirm more wildly to make him release you.

and yet… rafe didn't move a single muscle, only using his arms to hold you tighter against himself, caging you in completely.

"see, baby?" rafe chuckled lightly, "do you feel how helpless you're?" he continues, his voice a low, nasally croon directly into your ear as he hovers over you and leans down so that his lips brush against the shell of your earlobe, making you mewl pathetically.

"goddamn, you belong to me, baby," he growls, his tone ravenous and manic, "no, no, no…" he trails off with a quiet little hiss in your ear, making you shiver against him as he feels you trying to escape him.

"you're not going anywhere," he snarls, only to then bend down even more and nuzzle your neck, inhaling the addicting vanilla scented perfume you favored so much—the one that he had bought you. "c'mon, be daddy's good little girl, yea?" he says mockingly, pressing a sweet kiss against the top of your head.

rafe can feel you hysterically crying against him, making him think of those pretty little tears soaking into his shirt so innocently—and fuck, even when you're crying in his arms he can't help the way that his cock is throbbing in his pants.

"no, baby… it's okay, it's okay, you don't need to struggle," he coos, before nipping at the delicious skin of your sensitive neck and hearing you squeal girlishly for him, making his cock rock fucking hard.

"everything's gonna be just fine, yeah?" he smiles warmly, but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes, "everything's gonna be just fine… as long as you're mine."

you also couldn’t help but fall for his tricks, his devious ways of nature, unknown to you.

your pretty doe eyes, full of tears, feeling him wrap his strong, lean arms around your small frame, cradling you against his chest like a newborn babe, softly rocking you back and forth, “shhh, byka jorrāelagon, all will be right − i will make certain of it,” he vows, promising his heart to you. (little love)

sobbing girlishly, you cling to your big brother, letting him hold you lovingly, “but she will be your wife!” you wail, fat tears continuously falling down your flushed cheeks, soaking into the black leather of his doublet.

aemond instantly shook his head, “no, i will not marry her, my love − i swear this to you.”

still, you cried and cried and cried, clutching at your big brother, appreciating his presence as he dotes on you, nurturing you to soothe your precious tears, your fragile heart.

“do not worry, sweet sister − i shall set the world to fucking flames before i marry anyone that isn’t you… this, i promise,” aemond swore, his violet eye darkening and the sapphire stuffed into his left eye socket glistened with the need for vengeance, for violence, for that baratheon whore’s blood.

AEMOND TARGARYEN KNEW YOU WERE HIS SOULMATE.

growling, aemond continue hungrily lapping at your drooling cunt, listening as you mewl his name over and over again, dainty little hands fisting his long, silvery platinum locks, bucking your hips up against his face − a regular pastime for the two of you.

“the sweetest of fruit,” he purrs, wiggling his tongue further into your little fuckhole, tasting the forbidden fruit of your juices on his tongue.

“you taste of the sweetest wine that even those lannister cunts could ever offer,” he muttered darkly, reaching up to begin rubbing circles into your swollen, puffy little clit, his one-eye looking up at your angelic face, watching as your pretty, flushed face twists in agonizing pleasure, reaching your peak quickly.

messily, aemond presses his face more deeply into your cunt, licking and slurping up your release, inhaling your feminine scent obsessively − and oh, he cannot stand it, he cannot stand the fact that you’re not yet his lady, his beloved little wife.

“soon, my darling − i shall be yours and you shall be mine,” he promises, making his vow as he starts peppering gentle, loving kisses across the soft tufts of hair across your mound, humming in content as he thinks of the many, murderous ways to solve his problems.

YOUR VERY SOUL DROWNS AEMOND INTO THE DARKNESS OF MADNESS.

aemond aches for you, desperately − he swears, if he’d died, if a person spoke of you over his grave, he swears to every holy entity that nothing would stop him from digging out of his grave and crawling his way back into your loving embrace.

nothing can keep aemond targaryen from you − not even some baratheon bitch, as he flies to storm’s end on vhagar’s back in the middle of the night, with the intentions of murder.

and when aemond slyly sneaks his way into the keep of storm’s end, stealthily, just as a predator would, entering his falsely intended’s chambers − mercilessly, he swiftly slits her throat, not an ounce of remorse on his emotionless face.

then, he makes his way silently into each of the rest of the baratheon sisters chambers, slitting each of their throats too, his eye burning with the thirst for blood.

once he has completed his task, smirking as he flies back to the red keep to celebrate with his face pressed in between your plush thighs, before shoving his cock into the tight, wet warmth of your cunny, he cannot help but release a maniacal laugh into the open night sky.

meanwhile, vhagar roars furiously, sounding thunderous, echoing her rider’s victory.

now, you’re all his.

fin

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“my love?” comes your gentle, loving voice, rousing him from his deep thoughts as he gazes into the flickering flames of the lit fireplace, a goblet of spiced wine in his big hand that he’d barely sipped from. “won't you come to bed?” you asks softly, your voice so sweet, so loving, so meek − it makes aemond's cock harden in his black leather breeches.

aemond hums, rising from his favorite leather settee, lifting his goblet nearly full of the spiced wine − its color a deep crimson, seducing him further as he quickly drinks it all in one large gulp, before prowling his way over to where you lay on your martial bed − silk sheets freshly cleaned, pure as a fair maiden's skin, smelling of something floral.

however, nothing can overtake the intoxicating scent of you − his little wife, so preciously innocent, so ripe for the taking, and oh... he can smell the vanilla scented oils he gifted you for your nameday, knowing they were your favorite.

“sīr vok syt issa,” he murmurs lowly, speaking mostly to himself, feeling your doe eyes on him, just knowing that your heart was thumping quickly, trying to figure out what kind of mood he was in, what he was thinking − his face completely stoic, showing no emotion. (so perfect for me)

“get on your hands and knees, ābrazȳrys,” he orders, his voice soft, but you know your husband’s simmering rage better than anyone. (wife)

hastily, you scurry to get into position − ass up and knees spread wide, just how he prefers − your dainty fists scrunching the silk sheets as you wait for his next move, feeling your husband settle behind you on the bed.

once settled, aemond reaches out with one hand and slowly, slowly drags the hem of your thin, white lace shift up and over your bare ass, humming lowly in appreciation as he looks down, brushing one of his large, calloused hands across the roundness of your right ass cheek, spreading you open for him to see your silky, glistening folds − just like the diamonds and pearls he’d gifted you.

“tell me, my love − will you let your husband taste you?”

a test, surely − or perhaps, he was teasing you.

your breath hitches, your heartbeat thumping wildly against your ribcage as you squeak out a little, “yes,” mewling weakly, wanting to please your husband − to be his good little wife, obedient and submissive.

pausing for a moment, aemond uses both of his hands to harshly massage both of your ass cheeks, admiring the roundness of your pert little ass, pressing his fingertips into the flesh, leaving behind new marks of his ownership − his, his, his.

“beautiful,” aemond whispers lowly, before bending down to pepper gentle, soothing kisses across the fingerprints he’d marked across your ass cheeks, where he angrily dug his blunt, neatly trimmed fingernails into the fleshy meat of your bare ass.

you whimper sweetly, shivering and trembling at your husband’s attention, never being able to anticipate his next move.

“h-husband, please − i need you,” you moan girlishly, your cunt aching and dripping with your arousal, needy for your husband’s sinful touch.

hearing this, completely satisfied, aemond cannot help but release a low, breathy chuckle, watching intensely at the way your empty core clenches around nothing as he pulls your ass cheeks further apart, humming in satisfaction as he eyes both of your little holes, both ready to be fucked by him.

“the forbidden fruit,” he muses, licking his lips as his one-eye darkens dangerously, one of his calloused thumbs stroking your dripping slit, making you whine and release a shaky breath.

such a little whore, he thinks.

aemond hums, as though considering your request, just to tease you further, loving how needy you are for him − gods, he can't wait to fill you with his seed, to fill your womb and claim you like no other, to make you the mother of his many children.

“luckily for you, my love, i have every intention of devouring this little cunt,” he growls, before leaning down to lick a long stripe up your cunt, hearing you yelp and mewl, wiggling your little ass backwards against his face.

aemond smirks, knowing you’d be clenching the silk sheets desperately, wanting the release that only he could give you − his sweet girl, so precious, so delicate, so delicious.

“your cunt will be my damnation,” aemond murmurs, pressing his face further into your wet, puffy folds, slurping up the sweet juices you produced − fuck, you're perfect, so fucking perfect, and his - only his, forever.

“you’re mine,” he purrs, while lapping in between your folds eagerly, like a man starved, shoving his tongue deeply into your little fuckhole, before messily slurping your puffy folds to begin suckling at your needy, engorged clit, suckling noisily, knowing it’d make you flustered.

“oh!” you squeak, burying your pretty, flushed face into the silk sheets, no doubt tears rolling down your flushed cheeks and soaking into the silk fabric, but aemond couldn't give less of a fuck, his entire focus was pleasing his sweet little wife − so obedient, so doting, so gentle and sweet and nurturing − he couldn't get enough of you.

it was almost every night (when he wasn't busy with prince regent duties), he’d come to your martial chambers in which the both of you shared together and he’d bury his face between your smooth, plush thigh, feasting on the feminine nectar that your pretty cunt produced − right before he fucked you like a whore; ruthlessly, brutally, claiming you as his own.

“i swear to the gods... they have made your cunt truly holy, for i shall only worship the heavenly fruit between your thighs,” aemond vowed, wiggling his tongue further into your tight little hole, tasting your juices and groaning loudly in delight, “fuck, you taste divine, dōna ābrazȳrys,” he comments, continuing his assault on your drooling cunt, licking up every drop. (sweet wife)

aemond knew he was addicted and he didn't care − if the gods cursed him, he’d die happily between your plush thighs, worshiping your cunt as though it was your altar − let his soul be damned.

“aemond..!” you cried out, voice high pitched and needy, your fingernails clawing at one of the many pillows as your beloved husband continued licking, sucking, slurping, nipping, devouring your tight little cunt − but aemond did not stop.

soon enough, you reached your peak, feeling your husband focus his attention solely on suckling your little, pulsing bud, making your body tremble, muscles spasming and cunt fluttering to be filled, your release overwhelming you so much − you couldn't help but collapse, panting and whimpering weakly as your cunt twitched and clenched around nothing.

aemond stood up elegantly (not a single hair out of place − though his lips were swollen and coated in your release, which he hungrily licked away), looking down at your flushed, fucked out state, reaching down to play with a lock of your gorgeous hair, humming softly as he simply gazed down at you, admiring you silently.

“do not think we’re finished yet, little love,” aemond whispered ominously, a small smirk pulling up at the corners of his lips, “i am far from finished with you.”

fin

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especially, at the thought of him wanting to put his mouth down there… you were absolutely mortified at the thought. however, aemond just smirked and kissed you softly on your slightly parted lips, reassuring you that this is what he wanted.

so.. you agreed. hesitatingly, of course. you never wanted to disappoint him, no matter what – even at the cost of your own humiliation.

aemond would start slow and gentle, so not to overwhelm you and to make sure you were as comfortable as possible. you were his lady wife, he never wanted to scare you or cause you discomfort.

afterwards, he’d grasp both of your naked thighs in his large veiny hands, lifting them up and over his shoulders easily, before letting them rest on his muscular back. all the while, he’d watch you with his one eye as you squirmed your hips a bit, not used to being so exposed in front of anyone, let alone your husband.

this was something completely new to you – sure, you tried to consummate the marriage, but there had been dozens of eyes on you and you were embarrassed. you had hidden your face in your husband’s neck, trying to make yourself appear even smaller than you were beneath him.

in truth, aemond hadn’t taken your virginity that night, for he could see the terror in your eyes.

ever the gentleman, aemond covered you both with a large sheet and his body, protecting you from preying eyes and was quick to end both of your sufferings, before pulling off you once the deed was finished and he went to take a bath, thinking you’d wanted to be alone.

oh, how far from the truth that was.

you couldn’t really wrap your head around what had happened, your wedding night was only a few days ago, but now… now it seemed like your husband couldn’t keep his hands off of you. you didn’t mind of course, in fact – you welcomed the newfound attention he was giving you.

without even noticing, your cunt was oozing with cream, practically begging for some sort of relief from your husband. aemond chuckled underneath his breath, eyeing up your sweet cunt and seeing how utterly wet it was for him, like it was preparing itself for him.

virgins do tend to get the most wet, he thought.

with one last look up at you to make sure you were alright with the situation, aemond leaned the rest of his head down until his mouth completely covered your cunt, his warm tongue running up and down your slit, hearing you let out a girlish squeal in pleasure.

“oh, o-ohhh – aemond..!” you wailed, immediately raising your hips up against his mouth.

aemond let out a lazy hum in response to you, his tongue gathering up your cream and swirling it around your buzzing clit, making quick work to flick his tongue back and forth over the little nub of nerves.

with one large hand still grasping hold of the meaty part of your thigh, aemond’s other hand came up and placed his open palm down on the top of your stomach, pressing down to keep you from wiggling away too much.

little moans and whimpers of aemond’s name slipped from your lips, feeling your husband’s skilled tongue swiftly flick back and forth over your clit, making your skin feel like it was vibrating.

unexpectedly, aemond started to suck your clit into his mouth harshly, making your toes curl and the bottom of your feet dig into his upper back painfully.

whether or not you had hurt him, he didn’t say – the only thing aemond was focused on was making you come for him.

your mouth formed into a perfect little ‘o’ shape, your back arching off the bed and your hands fisting the sheets below you for mercy. you could feel something in your belly start to tighten – almost uncomfortably, and you cried out for your husband.

“..aemond?! aemond, what is… what is that?” you pleaded, hoping he’d have the answer.

aemond pulled away from your clit with a soft pop, before looking up at you with a half-lidded eye full of darkened lust, his mouth wet and coated in your arousal.

“what are you talking about, my love?” aemond asked, his tone full of patience and kindness, waiting for you to gather your thoughts. the hand that was holding on to your thigh began to lightly squeeze the flesh calmly, gently caressing the smooth skin of your inner thigh, his knuckles then lightly brushing down until they reached your heated cunt.

without rush, aemond began to softly drag the pads of his calloused fingertips along your soaked folds, nonchalantly spreading your lips and occasionally dipping in the tip of one of his fingers inside, collecting your cream and spreading it around.

you could barely focus, your eyes half-lidded with lust and pleasure, your limbs sweaty and your muscles tense from almost orgasming.. though, you did not know any better.

“my.. m-my belly feels strange,” you confessed, feeling confused and your limbs were beginning to feel heavy.

aemond nodded, though he knew you weren’t paying any attention to him – instead, you were staring up at the ceiling, your mind else where and your pretty face blissed out.

nonetheless, that didn’t stop aemond from reassuring you that you were alright and safe with him. “you’re alright, darling. you’re just experiencing your first orgasm… don’t worry, i’ve got you. just relax for me, okay? can you do that for me, my sweet girl?”

you let out a little pleased hum, before feeling aemond pinch your lower belly teasingly, causing you to wince in discomfort, your whole body flinching.

“ouch!” you yelped, snapping your head up from your pillow, glaring daggers at your husband’s handsome face in annoyance.

aemond chuckled, “i need a verbal confirmation, sweet girl,” he spoke lowly, though he continued prodding one of his fingers against your leaking hole, hearing a small “yes!” come from you, before sliding one long finger completely inside of you.

“that’s my good girl,” aemond praised, leaning his head back down and dragging his tongue along your clit again, doing figure eights. your head fell back down against the many pillows, your hips instinctively thrusting up to gather more friction against your husband’s mouth.

however, this time aemond did not seem to mind, as he slipped in another finger and pumped them quickly inside you, his lips making a slurping sound as he sucked on your swollen clit.

“oh… please, please! aemond – i can’t.. i can’t h-hold it…” you wailed, your head thrashing against the pillows.

aemond did not stop though, wanting to take everything you were willing to give him. “come for me, my sweet. come for your husband,” he commanded, his words mumbled against your clit, but you heard him nonetheless.

you could feel his teeth just barely scrape against your pulsing clit, just as he tried pushing in a third finger into your greedy cunt, making you cry out into your shared chambers.

once he pushed the third finger inside – it was a tight fit, but your husband managed – aemond started pumping all three fingers as quickly as possible, simultaneously licking and sucking on your puffy clit, making you whine so prettily for him.

“oh, mmm… fuck,” you cried, your eyes widening as you let a curse slip from your mouth.

you couldn’t focus too much on your slip up, since you could feel the beginnings of your orgasm approaching, making the band in your belly tighten to the point of it being almost painful.

aemond quickly switched his fingers for his tongue, his tongue now delving deep inside of your dripping hole, his fingers now swirling your clit in fast, tight little circles. the pressure on your clit as well as the warm and wet muscle of your husband’s tongue was enough to have you coming all over his face.

you were a panting, crying mess – tears were pooling in your eyes and little hiccups escaped you, though aemond did not stop his ministrations on you.

no, the prince kept going, not giving any notice to your shaking thighs that were wrapped around his head or your cries that were echoing off the chamber walls.

aemond’s tongue continued diving deep and licked your inner velvety walls like a starved man, tasting the sweetness of your cream that kept oozing out of you, your inner walls fluttering against his tongue from the aftershocks of your first orgasm.

“aemond.. p-please, i cannot –“ you begged, your bottom half feeling numb.

“mmm… just one more, my love. give me one more and i shall stop.”

you choked on the saliva in your mouth, your breathing was erratic and you felt like your heart would surely explode in your chest.

“oh, gods…” you sobbed, feeling aemond’s fingers part your lips wide with his fingers, before shoving his tongue into your cunt as far as he was able, licking your sensitive walls, causing you to moan helplessly.

simultaneously, aemond’s other hand reached forward and plunged three slick, deft fingers into your cunt, fucking them in and out alongside his tongue.

you screamed, begged and pleaded for the gods to give you mercy.

aemond did not stop, though you could hear him groaning against you as he feasted on the sweet nectar your cunt provided him. “you have the sweetest cunt in all of the seven kingdoms, wife.”

once more, you could feel the muscles in your belly tightening painfully, the blood in your veins felt like fire and sweat was coating every inch of your skin. you tried holding it in, you tried, you tried…

a moment passed, you were sure you blacked out, before your belly contracted and your torso arched up as the most earth shattering pleasure washed over you, causing you to scream your husband’s name in bliss and agony.

there was a ringing in your ears, a numbness tingling your fingertips, soft lips trailing up your navel, leaving delicate open-mouthed kisses along the skin.

“shh, shhh… i’ve got you, my sweet girl. you’re okay, i’m right here, precious.”

you let out a sleepy whimper, trying your hardest to lean up into the loving kisses, but your body wouldn’t allow you to.

you were completely spent.

“aemond… aemond,” you sighed, your eyelids fluttering, trying to remain open, your hands attempting to bring him closer.

aemond chuckled, loving how clingy you were becoming for him.

giving into your neediness, aemond carefully moved to lay next to you, wrapping you tightly in his strong arms, holding you close to him in possessiveness.

you practically purred once you rested your head on his bare chest, snuggling into him, seeking out his warmth.

“rest, sweet girl. i’ll be here when you wake up.”

fin

which of course–as obviously predicted–filled their massive egos as they walked away with their noses up in the air. of course, no one ever actually bowed to you, you were nothing but a young servant girl, born from a low ranking family.

however, you always preferred to remain unseen – better to be unseen and avoid trouble, than to be seen and cause chaos.

you had just been dismissed, as you finished accompanying queen helaena on her daily walk through the gardens. the queen loved spending time outdoors, and it seemed only right, she was always at peace when she was in nature and the sunshine did her good.

the hallways of the red keep were long as you made your way to the massive library, your footsteps light as air as you walked. the closer you got, the less people there were and you were thankful, never having been too comfortable with tons of people around.

as you continued walking, swiftly turning a corner and heading towards the last flight of stairs that led to the library, you got the sudden feeling as if you were being followed.

naturally, you hurried your footsteps, sneaking a glance behind you and not seeing anyone. nonetheless, you quickly climbed up the stairs, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat. you snapped your neck to the side as you started hearing light footsteps approaching, though you did not see anyone behind you once again, making you think you were crazy.

huffing in frustration, you had just stepped off the last stair, about to round the corner, looking down the hallway and seeing it completely empty. you turned your body slightly around to look back down the staircase, making sure there was nobody actually following you.

thankfully, you saw nobody. perhaps it had just been your mind playing tricks on you, though you couldn’t shake the feeling of a sharp gaze piercing your back. releasing a shaky breath, a bone numbing chill went down your spine, making you wrap your arms around yourself, before you turned back around to finally head towards your destination.

without warning, a pale hand snatched out towards you, wrapping around your waist and pushing you against the nearest secluded wall, causing you to let out a high pitched scream in fear. the hand that grabbed you quickly moved from your waist to cover your mouth, silencing your cries.

you saw a flash of platinum blonde hair from the corner of your eye, causing your wide eyes to look up, seeing none other than prince aemond targaryen, standing casually before you.

the prince stood tall, tilting his head down to look at you with a smirk across his lips. he pressed his body against yours, holding you between the hard stone wall and his lean but well muscled body.

“i’ll remove my hand only if you promise not to scream again,” the prince said, his tone soft but firm.

you nodded your head as best you could, not understanding what was happening.

the prince simply cocked his head sideways, his eye slightly narrowing as he looked over your current frightened state. only a moment passed, the prince letting out a pleased hum as if he saw what he was looking for, before removing his hand from your mouth.

“prince aemond,” you breathed, your body falling limp against the wall behind you.

“lady [name],” the prince purred, looking completely satisfied with himself, like the cat who got the cream.

you swallowed nervously, shifting your feet from side to side, but stopped shortly as you could barely move. “did you need something from me, my prince?”

the prince sighed, amusement slowly spreading across his handsome face. “yes, in fact.. i did. correct me if i’m wrong, but have you been avoiding me, my lady?”

you cursed yourself in your head, before immediately shaking your head no. “of course n-not, my prince. i was just going to visit the library–“

“oh, i am not talking about right this moment, my sweet. i am referring to the past few weeks. every single time i have sought you out, you had the brilliant idea to turn around rather abruptly and scurry away from me as if you were a scared little girl,” he scolded, making you feel incredibly small against him.

the prince paused, watching your face with a sharp eye, before continuing on his rant. “…and let us not forget yesterday,” he seethed, a flash of anger beginning to taint his words. “when you deliberately rushed out of my dear sister’s chambers, without even being dismissed,” he tsked, teasingly. you did not say anything in response, feeling as if you had lost all brain function with the close proximity of the prince.

his clean, but masculine scent surrounded you, causing your mouth to water as you could also smell honey and sweet lemon cakes. his scent completely overwhelmed your senses, making you feel almost dizzy, especially with his handsome face only mere inches away from yours.

when you couldn’t didn’t reply back, the prince raised an eyebrow as if taunting you to try and defend yourself and your most heinous–(according to him)–actions.

“nothing to say, hm?”

you gulped, your lips parting slightly as if to speak, before snapping shut when words did not come out.

what was wrong with you?

“it is highly offensive to not answer your prince when he is addressing you, my lady,” he chastised, as if you were a child misbehaving.

in his point of view, you probably were.

“what? do you not even want to try and defend your most ill-mannered actions? have you not come to the realization that your blatant lack of respect is incredibly unacceptable to me?” he growled, voice rising in anger.

you should’ve known better, waking up the dragon.

“do you not wish for my forgiveness?” he hissed, his words aimed to hurt you.

you flinched as he scolded you like a father would to their child who had done something naughty – unforgivable.

each word he said was direct and targeted towards you, making a small, tortuous whine escape your lips. your cheeks flushed in shame and your head started to spin, you were sure you would die from embarrassment.

“i’m so s-sorry, my prince. of course n-not.. i was just – i was not… no,” you panicked, feeling pathetic and most of all embarrassed from your constant stuttering and shaky voice.

you felt so stupid.

“i swear, i was not trying to be disrespectful towards you, i-i don’t… i did not mean to run away from you, i promise!“ you cried, feeling yourself practically choking on the saliva in your mouth, your fingertips tingling by your sides and your heart was pounding against your ribcage rapidly.

“please, prince aemond.. i never meant any disrespect. i was just.. i was o-only–“ you cut yourself off with a sharp gasp, feeling like your airway was closing. you tried explaining yourself, though everything you were saying sounded like it made little sense and your words were a garbled mess.

hot tears began to pool in your eyes as the prince just watched in shameless amusement as you choked and fumbled over your words, trying to the best of your ability to explain your poor, pathetic self.

graciously, the one-eyed prince showed you mercy.

“alright, alright… shh. you’re alright, little one. i believe you,” the prince cooed, bringing both of his large hands up to cup your flushed face.

the tears that had pooled in your eyes now falling freely, which he had generously brushed away gently with the soft but calloused pads of his thumbs.

“you do?” you cried weakly, feeling your tightened chest begin to relax at his reassuring words.

“mmm,” he hummed lazily, wiping the heated skin of your cheeks lovingly, like he was your lover comforting you after something tragic happened.

“of course, my love. i could never stay truly angry with you,” he confessed, a small smile tugging at his lips as his eye remained looking into your tearful ones.

you felt your wobbly lips turn up into a shy smile, relaxing in the arms of the prince.

you sighed, feeling your limbs relax, thankfully no longer feeling like you were about to pass out from the blood that had rushed to your head in your haste of trying to come up with something to appease him.

gods be good, the last thing you wanted was for him to be upset and angry at you.

“thank you, prince aemond… you have no idea how happy that makes me to hear you say that,” you confessed, locking your eyes with his, though you felt an uncomfortable shiver pass through you, seeing the twinkle of mischief in the prince’s eye.

“…of course, there is still the issue that you purposely avoided me,” he said, watching you with a narrowed eye, irritation bubbling underneath the surface of his heated skin, remembering the many times you had practically ran away from him.

it was almost adorable, thinking you could outrun a dragon.

the gods were surely mocking you now, as he had finally seized you in his fiery grasp, not intending on ever letting you go.

prince aemond watched you try and press your back further into the wall, wanting the castle wall to swallow you whole so that you could disappear from him.

it was like he could read your every thought, all you wanted to do was hide from him.

you did not answer him to confirm his accusation against you, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of being right – even though you both knew he was.

a brief pause, you felt yourself stop breathing completely, holding your breath and waiting for his next words. you were terrified, who wouldn’t be?

“although.. perhaps i shall be merciful towards you, my sweet,” he breathed, bringing his hands down to your waist and gripping your sides tightly to the point it almost hurt.

aemond carefully watched your face to see if you would be brave enough to push him away, before he shook his head and chuckled lightly to himself, watching you bite down on your bottom lip nervously.

suddenly, the prince spoke out loud to himself rather than to you. “mmm… i wonder,” he murmured, suddenly playful as he let one of his hands travel further down, grabbing the skirt of your dress in his hand, bunching it together and tugging it up until both of your bare legs were exposed to him.

letting go of your waist with his other hand, he reached a large hand underneath your dress, placing the warm palm of his hand directly over your clothed cunt.

you let out a surprised gasp, eyes big and innocent and looking up to see his face that looked rightfully pleased, feeling your cunt soaking through your undergarments.

the prince cupped your cunt fully, pressing his palm up against your clit to apply pressure. “mm, prince aemond…”you mewled, trailing off as you felt the most pleasurable sensation start to swarm in your lower belly.

“oh,” you gasped wantonly, looking up at the prince in desperation.

what was happening to you?!

“indeed,” the prince smirked, leaning his head down to nuzzle his nose into your hair, sighing in content at being so close to you.

finally, he thought.

he inhaled your sweet scent for a moment, pressing a kiss against the side of your head, before moving his head back when he felt an uncontrollable yearning sensation spread throughout his body.

with his eye trained back on you, the hand that was cupping your cunt did not move, simply holding you in his possession and making you feel as if you were slowly losing your mind at the pressure he held against your sensitive clit.

nobody had ever touched you there, you were a maiden – a virgin, pure of heart and of mind and body.

“m-my prince..” you stuttered, your voice coming out small and uncertain.

suddenly, you felt prince aemond’s fingers swiftly move your undergarments to the side, pressing two fingers against your clit, rubbing it softly as if you’d break.

you didn’t doubt it.

you immediately cried out, your legs shaking and head buzzing at the new sensation. you had never felt such pleasure, it was beyond your imagination. you didn’t know what to do, you didn’t even remember reaching up with both hands and grasping at the prince’s shoulders.

when exactly had you done that?

feeling embarrassed, you let your fluttering eyes fall down to prince aemond’s clothed chest, though you could still feel his piercing eye watching your flushed face.

you didn’t know of course, but the one-eyed prince loved to watch you in secret.

it was one of his favorite hobbies, filling him with mirth as he would watch you fret over his sister, following after her to keep her company. although, you did not just serve her, you were now also a close friend to queen helaena.

you were young and sweet as honey, acting just as curious as his sister was with insects, though he knew you found genuine interest in different flowers and plants, just as well as books. you’d only been working at the castle for a few months, helping out in the kitchens.

it was only a few weeks ago that you’d began serving as a handmaiden to his sister, that was when he had truly taken notice to you.

you were so beautiful.

there were also many times where he’d deliberately put himself in your eye line, watching you with an amused smirk curling across his lips as he watched you stumble a multitude of times, once you eventually noticed him.

the prince would watch you for an uncomfortable amount of time, before you’d quickly turn around and scurry away from him, flustered and your belly always swarming with butterflies and something else.

his eye would always flash with hunger every time he saw you walking the halls of the red keep, wanting to claim you as his.

there was one time just a few days ago, when he’d gone to visit his sister unexpectedly, making your eyes widen at the sight of him entering his sister’s chambers unannounced, instantly shrinking away from him.

you had not uttered a single word the entire time he was there, simply humming in acknowledgment as the queen would ask your opinion on something, trying to make you join in on the conversation she was having with her brother.

occasionally, you would mutter something underneath your breath, your eyebrows furrowing in concentration as you tried to keep your focus on doing his sister’s hair, though by his close proximity, he could see your shaking hands.

not once did aemond take his eye off of you the entire time he had been there, making your skin crawl with nervousness.

gods, you were so perfect. so, so perfect. you would be his, he would make sure of it. he would have you all to himself, he had to – lest he go insane.

suddenly, the prince had slipped a single long finger inside your dripping cunt, pumping his finger in and out a few times experimentally, before shoving it back inside and curling it inside of you, feeling the silky walls of your heat clamp down around his finger.

you tried your best to stay as quiet as possible, but you couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped you. you looked back up at the prince pleadingly, your eyebrows furrowed and sweat was beginning to form at the back of your neck from the constant pleasure he was giving you.

aemond let out a soft hum, his eye filled with lust and possessiveness, before he eventually leaned down and captured your lips with his in a earth shattering kiss.

you moaned helplessly into his mouth, kissing him back with a burning desire that began to consume you both, feeling his warm tongue snake out and brush over your lower lip, begging for entrance.

your lips parted on their own accord, feeling the prince’s tongue slip into your needy mouth, tasting you.

aemond let out a deep groan of satisfaction, tasting how sweet you tasted, like different kinds of berries. he ran his tongue over the roof of your mouth, feeling your tongue slowly brush up shyly against his, as if asking for his permission.

of course, the prince denied you and bit down on your lower lip in punishment, causing you to let out a pained wail in displeasure.

you whined with need, pressing your hips down against his hand, begging for more, more, more.

you’d take whatever the prince would give to you, everything and anything – it was all yours, all you need to do was ask him and aemond would burn cities to ground to see you happy.

aemond quickly slipped in a second deft finger, pumping them both with vigor. the wet sounds your cunt made were loud and lewd, though you paid it little mind.

instantaneously, the prince dragged his lips down to your jaw, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses along the soft skin there.

you dropped your head down, pressing your face into the warmth of the prince’s chest as your body trembled against his. then, you felt his thumb brush over your sensitive clit once more, beginning to rub the little nub in tight circles, causing you to squeal in endless pleasure.

“oh, ohhh – please, don’t stop prince aemond…!” you sobbed, feeling yourself begin to hyperventilate and something inside your belly was starting to tighten almost uncomfortably, making you squirm wildly against him.

aemond chuckled, kissing the top of your head and bringing up the hand that was holding your dress up to your hair, burying his fingers into the soft locks, caressing the back of your head lovingly.

“let go for me, little one. go on, give it to me.”

your small hands that were grasping the prince’s shoulders squeezed rather harshly, and if you were in your right state of mind you would’ve apologized profusely, but right now… you could not even forge a coherent thought.

“please, please – i need.. i need to–“ you choked, suddenly feeling the band that was tightening in your belly snap, an overwhelming feeling of immense pleasure swarming over you, suffocating you.

your breathing was erratic, your head spinning and your eyes squeezed shut as you felt your body be consumed by euphoria.

it was maddening.

“that’s it, my love,” aemond purred from above you, gently stroking the back of your head tenderly, continuing the assault of his skilled fingers.

aemond pumped his fingers in and out of your cunt slowly now, while leisurely rubbing lazy circles into your clit as he felt you come in the palm of his hand, your pleasurable cries like music to his ears.

aemond hummed, “you’re mine now, do you understand? mine – you belong to me.”

you let out pathetic whines, leaning your full weight against the prince uncaringly.

you were too wrapped up in the pleasure he was giving you to really notice.

a few seconds later, you began feeling overstimulated, a displeased sound escaping you, before you pulled your head back and leaned it against the hard stone wall tiredly.

the prince’s fingers continuously fingered you through your high, and the way his thumb pressed into your pulsing clit sent electric shocks throughout your body, causing you to tense up once again.

looking up, you caught the eye of the devilishly handsome prince that towered over you, making you feel small compared to him.

charmingly, he smiled.

of course, the feeling of the stone wall made you frown in annoyance, feeling uncomfortable without the prince’s soft touch in your hair, caressing you. you dropped one of your hands from the prince’s shoulder, grabbing hold of his wrist that was buried under the layers of your maid’s dress.

aemond immediately paused the movements of his hand, though he kept his fingers buried deep inside of you, raising an eyebrow in question.

you sucked in a deep breath, trying to gather as much courage as you possibly could, but bracing yourself for the worse.

finally, you spoke. “…i will not be your whore, prince aemond,” you said, trying to make your voice as even and as firm as possible. however, you could hear your voice shake slightly at the end, cursing yourself for your bashfulness.

a minute of silence passed, the prince’s face completely blank of any emotion, giving you nothing as your eyes glanced over his face back and forth, silently begging to know what he was thinking.

then, out of nowhere, he laughed loudly. the sound almost pleasing to your ears as it echoed off the walls, just as your moans from earlier had.

your eyes went wide in disbelief, wondering if he was laughing at you. you surely hoped not, you’d be terribly disappointed.

as the prince’s laughter slowly died down, he observed you for a moment silently, before his lips curled up into a wicked smile, “no, you will not be my whore,” he hissed crudely, his eye narrowing at you and the blood in his veins bubbling with fire as he looked down at you intensely.

you tried swallowing, but your mouth appeared dry, waiting for his words. without warning, the prince leaned down once again and crashed his lips against yours, claiming you and causing you to release a pleased sound.

the prince wanted you to be his, truly his.

you couldn’t help the fluttering feeling in your chest, as well as the nervous butterflies swarming in your belly at the thought that maybe… just maybe, the prince would give you what you both desired more than anything – each other.

the prince’s lips met yours in a needy, frenzied kiss, wanting to possess all of you.

you were his, he had to make you see that now.

aemond pulled away from you abruptly, watching as you chased after his lips, causing him to smirk. he shook his head, “no,” he repeated, his voice deep and his eye dark as he looked down at your pretty, blissed out face.

mine, he thought.

“you will not be my whore, my sweet. you will be my wife.”

fin