#hotd fics

But all his thoughts and worries ceased as he sat down on the wooden chair and faced her, the beautiful woman who would nurse all of the arena survivors. She treated him for the last few months, but Harwin never knew her name or where she originated from. She hardly spoke except apologising if she dug too deep into a wound she tried to stitch for him.

Flakes of dried blood and sweat coated every inch of his skin, and he made a mental note to take himself to the bathhouse before the night's end. He tried ignoring the stabbing of the instruments the nurse used to fix him. He tried to focus on how soft her skin felt on him.

He tried to imagine what life would be like with a beautiful woman like her next to him. He imagined a world where he was rich and lived a royal life. He wished he didn't live a life of crime. He wished he could leave the arena. But no, the guards that surrounded the arena would kill him without a second thought.

So he went back to thinking of a life of luxury, children to call his own, and a wife to share a life with. He hadn't realized the patchwork was over until she cleared her throat and shifted in her seat, motioning for him to stand up.

"Thank you," he said as he turned around to look at her. He stretched his limbs, groaning at the horrific pain he felt in his left shoulder blade, knowing that he probably would need more stitching on the wound. "Say, ma'am?"

She met his eyes silently as she stood up and wrung out the blood from her medical supplies.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Aegon Targaryen II :

: ̗̀➛ Aegon would just go hysterical when he finds out you got harmed while being pregnant with his child.

: ̗̀➛ You might be the first woman he ever truly loved. The one that comforted him in every occassion, that truly understands him, supports him - and now, you are with his child. It would be too much for him if anything was to ever happen to you, or your child.

: ̗̀➛ If anyone was the cause of your injuries, being a bit hysterical, he would be absolutely ruthless. Without hesitating, he would probably just smash the persons head either against a wall, or against a table, just like he did with Lucerys when he returned to King’s Landing and they all fought.

: ̗̀➛ ^^ And saying he would only get this phsyically aggresive with the person is truly an understatement. Just expect him to make the persons life a living hell, and then he would go to you like a worried little puppy.

: ̗̀➛ Aegon could have just overreacted a little bit, as you turned out to be okay, but he can’t just act careless when something happens to you. Sweet boy would just praise you a bit too much, rambling about how worried he was. Please just hold this pathetic man in your arms and tell him you are, and will always be okay.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Aemond Targaryen :

: ̗̀➛ This boy is a bit more reserved when it comes to showing his emotions. I think Aemond would just keep a straight, stern expression even if he’s panicking on the inside.

: ̗̀➛ First things first. When he meets the maester and you in your chamber because you are getting your health checked, Aemond would surely speak to the maester first and hear what he has to say about your accident.

: ̗̀➛ You did get a bit harmed, some bruises, but nothing too serious that could potentially harm you or the child. So, you could definitely notice him release a deep huff of relief, and his body would become a bit less 'stiff'.

: ̗̀➛ Afterwards, when you finally get to be alone together, Aemond would just tell you to be more careful. Not because he thinks you’re clumsy, or because he’s scolding you - but rather, because he can’t bear the thought of losing the possibility of forming a family with you, the love of his life. Aem just cares too much, and has his own ways of showing his love.

: ̗̀➛ Either way, he will just stay by your side, comforting you for the little fright you got. Tons of kisses and smooches, plus sweet whispers of how good of a mother you will be.

: ̗̀➛ However, if someone bumped, or even worse, pushed you, fear not. Vhagar will take good care of it, without you having to even find out what happened, or worrying about anything. Do expect to have him as your little private stalker, following you around or keeping an eye on you everywhere just to make sure you will always be okay, without you knowing.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Jacaerys Velaryon :

: ̗̀➛ Jace will bomb you with questions as soon as he hears you got hurt while being pregnant. Concerned questions that... Overwhelm you a bit. Unlike Aemond, none of the two Velaryon boys would bother in hiding their worry over your health.

: ̗̀➛ Questions like: are you okay? What happened? Did you fall with something? Did someone bump into you? Are you feeling dizzy? Has a maester seen you already? What did the maester say? Is the babe alright?

: ̗̀➛ He just asks too much, to the point you can barely respond to his questions properly. But, you understand. Much like Aemond, ever since he found out you were to be parents together, he became even more overprotective of you than usual.

: ̗̀➛ Jace would immediatly take hold of your hands and sit by your side while you await for the maester to arrive, and he will attentively listen to you answering his questions.

: ̗̀➛ Of course, the babe was alright and so were you. Luckily there was no harm made. Either way, if someone bumped into you instead of you falling, Jace needs to know who it was just in case that person did it on purpose.

: ̗̀➛ ^ gods, his face would literally twitch in anger at the thought of it.

: ̗̀➛ And if someone did bump into you on purpose? Jace wouldnt be reluctant in finding them, and getting physical. But of course, after spending time by your side with a relieved, content expression on his face.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Lucerys Velaryon :

: ̗̀➛ The second Luke is informed that you hurt yourself, sweet boy would immediatly drop whatever thing he is doing just to rush to stay by your side, holding your hand and filling your face with concerned kisses.

: ̗̀➛ The idea of being the father to your children is something he can’t get enough of; so knowing you either fell/bumped into someone just leaves him at the verge of a panic attack.

: ̗̀➛ Will ask you a thousand of times if you’re okay, how are you feeling, and will also make sure to bring the best maesters to check on your and the child’s wellbeing.

: ̗̀➛ Of course, nothing bad happened. It was just a clumsy little moment, and both you and the babe are doing more than excellent. Literally, it was just a little spook.

: ̗̀➛ Either way, Lucerys will insist on staying by your side and just showering you and your precious little baby with his endless love.

: ̗̀➛ Basically, you’re his top priority. No matter what the situation was, Luke will always make sure to check on both of your wellbeing first, before having a talk about being more careful around you with whomever bumped into you (if, for example, you bumped into someone).

: ̗̀➛ Little love dragon would be EXTREMELY concerned the moment he finds out you got hurt, but oh, his face will turn into a relieved and joyful one when both of his treasures are alright. Maybe will also turn a bit more overprotective than he already is. As long as you are alright, he would pay no mind to the rest of the world. Luke would just rather stay with you, and your child. 💜💙

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his mind instead wandered back to a couple of weeks ago, at another party, where he’d met y/n. she’d been chatting to cregan stark, wearing a little black dress that hugged her in the best way imaginable. he knew, looking at her enchanting laugh at stark’s dumb joke, he had to have her. putting on his most charming smile, he’d approached her.

she’d been wary of him because of his reputation around campus (who wouldn’t be) but after a few disarming jokes as his fingertips grazed the side of her thighs, he’d managed to convince her to give him a chance.

drunken steps were then taken back to her dorm room, and they’d had what aegon could only call amazing sex.

now hold on, you have to believe him when he says amazing, alright? he’d slept with too many women to count, after a while the nights blended to the point that he couldn’t much differentiate between what having sex with each of them had felt like. so, when one such night stood out for him? it meant it had met a very high bar indeed. after all, he thought, he didn’t go around spending the night at every girl’s place.

he'd thus expected a little warmer treatment come morning and was rudely shocked at her attempting to throw him out. still, wearing his jeans in such a hurry that its button and fly was undone, unlaced shoes, bare-chested as he held his rumpled shirt in his hand, he’d had the audacity to offer her a lazy grin and promise “i’ll call you.”

“please” she’d snorted with an amused look, “everyone knows aegon targaryen is not the type to call.” taking no note of his offended expression, she’d shut the door in his face.

he’d been wondering about those words ever since. sure, she hadn’t been wrong but, hey, he’d meant the lie this time! with tits that great, ass that perfect, why wouldn’t he want a repeat of last night? he’d thought to himself.

determined to prove her wrong, he’d asked around the frat house and found out her number. but as his hand had hovered over the call button, something had stopped him. she’d caught him spot on, he realised. he wasn’t a relationship guy, and she wasn’t expecting the relationship-thing with him. perhaps it was best he left her alone.

he’d done just that, at least while sober. drunk aegon on the other hand, found it much easier to pick up the phone and dial her number.

“who is this?” there was panic and sleep in her voice, having picked up an unknown number at 2 in the morning “sweetheart! you picked up” he’d grinned, words slurring. he could practically hear the eyeroll on the other end. “aegon… to what do i owe the pleasure?” “i was just missing you.” he sighed. “sure.” nothing in her voice indicated that she believed him.

“i’m actually not far from your dorm. how about i come up with a bottle of tequila and we can… catch up?” he suggestively added. “it’s 2:14 am…. on a tuesday.” she pointed out, but her words didn’t seem to mean much to him as he replied, “so?” an exasperated sigh could be heard over the phone, “good night, aegon.” click. he stared down on the iphone in his hand in disbelief, she’d hung up on him.

he decided maybe he’d come out too strong, so the next time he texted first. he’d stared at the text for a couple of minutes, and when he saw that she was online but hadn’t bothered to text him back, he’d walked over to the nearest girl and proceeded to make out with her in the bathroom. until he was interrupted with a buzzing in his pocket, “just a minute” he’d mumbled against her lips, unbothered by her disappointed expression as he fished for the phone in his pocket hurriedly.

he saw that y/n had finally replied to his ‘u up?’ with a ‘depends.’ his brow furrowed at her response in confusion, he typed back ‘on what’.

the notification arrived with a ping. her response read ‘are u drunk?’. something told him instinctively to lie. he typed out a no, but once the message sent, he realised it had autocorrected to ‘yo’. he corrected it to a no and sent again, only to find the same mistake committed again. it was only after a string of typos had been sent, did he blink and realise autocorrect wasn’t to blame at all, his damn fingers just refused to cooperate with his inebriated brain.

ping. after receiving the string of nonsense, she finally replied ‘i got my answer.’ “aegon?” the girl in front of him looked at him impatiently, only to have him grab the handle of the bathroom door, leaving with a quick “gotta go”. he immediately called up y/n as he walked out of the party, but the call went straight to voicemail. all four times.

thus, every night aegon had gotten drunk since, he found himself being distracted by thoughts of y/n, frustrated at her refusing to engage with him.

that night too, once the clock on the wall started to look to him as if it were melting off and his feet seemed to stumble wherever he walked, his brain suddenly thought showing up to her dorm was the best idea ever.

reaching her door, he ran a hand through his hair before knocking. no response. impatient, he loudly whined “y/n! c’mon, open up!” met with more silence. he whipped his phone out, blinking at the bright screen as he concentrated to make sure it was without typos, he sent her a text, ‘m 0utsidee’. he pounded with his fist on the door one more time, before a door opened, but not the one he was standing in front of.

three doors down, y/n stood against her doorframe in her small black shorts, red tank top riding up slightly to reveal skin just above them. “wrong fucking door, idiot.” aegon grinned as he walked towards her. “you’re lucky baela’s out of town for the weekend, otherwise she would have kicked your ass for banging on her door like that.”

ignoring her, he pouted as he leaned his head against her door frame, looking too much like a wounded puppy. y/n felt a tug at her stomach at how undeniably cute he looked. “why don’t you ever pick up my calls?”

“why’d you only ever call me when you’re high?” she asked instead of answering. “what?” he mumbled, confused. “high….why’d you only ever call me when you’re high?” she slowly repeated, as if talking to a two-year-old. “i’m not interested in someone who needs to be drunk to call me. i don’t want to be your booty call.” she shrugged. his lower lip jutted out further at her response, crease appearing between his brow. oh, gods, y/n found herself thinking, how could someone manage to look this pathetic and this cute at the same time.

“you’re not a booty call.” he groaned in protest. after all, there were enough girls at that party willingly throwing themselves at him, he could have been with anyone, and yet… it was her door his drunken steps had taken the path of.

“go home, aegon. it was a one-time thing. it’s not happening again.” she insisted. her words seemed to have no effect on him, as he placed a hand around her waist and pulled her closer to him, close enough for her to feel his breath on her face. he bent down to her ear and whispered, his words slurring, “let me show you all the reasons that this should be more than just a ‘one-time-thing’.”

he pressed his lips to hers, softly at first. she didn’t immediately kiss him back, but the feeling of his lips on hers felt more intoxicating than whatever it was that she could smell off his breath, and she found her lips moving against his within seconds. he bit her lower lip playfully, at her response. she parted her lips to allow him to slide his tongue past them. his hand, meanwhile, slid under the material of her tank and travelled upwards, thumb pressing against her nipple as he squeezed her breast. breaking from the kiss for a second, he smirked at her, “didn’t bother wearing a bra to greet me?”. “i was preparing for bed!” she hissed in response. “excuses” he shook his head at her, teasing.

with his hand he lifted her tank to reveal her bare breasts. “aegon!” she attempted to keep her voice low, lest her neighbours wake up to the scene, “we’re in the middle of the hallway, anyone can walk in!” the idea of someone catching them only made it all the more exciting for aegon, “relax.” he told her with a laidback smile.

before she could protest, his head dipped and he captured her nipple in his mouth. a moan escaped her lips at the feeling, and she stumbled back, her back hitting her doorframe. aegon continued his tongue’s assault on her sensitive nipple, one hand gripping her waist to keep her in place, the other reaching behind her to squeeze her ass. her hand held the nape of his neck, as her head was thrown back in pleasure at his actions. she whined when he abruptly stopped.

he kneeled down and his fingers reached up, pulling her shorts and panties down her legs, causing a shiver to go up her spine. chewing on her lower lip in nervousness she weakly said, “we should go inside” but she couldn’t deny that the thought of getting caught made her even more wet. there was a hint of recklessness and danger in his eyes, “where’s your sense of adventure?”. he threw the clothes inside her ajar door, then lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. she audibly gasped as she felt his tongue upon her already soaking pussy.

“aegon…ah!” her hand gripped his hair as his tongue played tricks on her core, her eyes rolling back till she could see stars. his grip on her thigh remained firm, and she was certain she would be waking up with a bruise. “close… so…close…” she had begun to say after a few minutes, feeling her muscles tense, when he stopped.

he stood up and started to undo his pants, freeing his length. he grabbed her by the waist, letting the tip of his cock tease her folds. she was already moaning for him, “want me to take you right here? make you scream my name, till your neighbours come checking?” she swallowed at the thought, lust overtaking her eyes.

“let’s do one thing.” he smiled as if he’d struck upon the most perfect idea, but the gleam in his eyes told y/n it couldn’t be anything good. he turned her around by her waist, hand coming to her front to rub her clit as he whispered in her ear, “you see that door?”. she knew he could only mean the door to the elevator which was the way to enter her dormitory floor. she managed a nod in response, unable to form words as his fingers pressed down on her so ruthlessly. “keep looking at it.” he commanded as he grabbed her hips back to push his cock inside her. “aegon!” she gasped at the feeling.

he entered her completely in one go, pulling out punishingly slow before pushing back in. he continued speaking as he impaled her, “someone’s gonna walk in any moment now…” he teased, “…and see you in this mess… see you bent over, taking me from behind…like a whore” the thought embarrassed her, yes, but what embarrassed her more was that she found herself almost wanting it to come true.

“even when they walk in, i won’t stop.” he threatned, his thrusts becoming faster. “you’ll be on display for everyone to see… to see how well you take my cock.”  he gathered her hair in his fist in one hand, and she felt him pulling it lightly. “yes, oh, yes!” she found herself moaning, eyes intently trained on the door. “you’d like that? of course, you would, little slut.” she only whimpered in response, his words bringing her closer and closer to her edge. “you’d love to have everyone see just how well you receive a ‘booty call’” he chuckled. she could feel herself going weak at the knees at his pace and dirty talk.

“aegon… i—ah!” pleasure spread over every inch of her body, as she came all over his cock. he continued to thrust into her, chasing his own orgasm, until he emptied inside of her with a grunt.

her legs felt wobbly as he pulled out of her, turning her back around to face him. “next time i call—” he panted as he spoke, exerted from their activities, “—pick up.” she smirked, in contrast to his dominating actions mere moments ago, his words now sounded more like a pleading request; one she felt gracious enough to grant him as his juice and her own dripped down her legs. “i will. promise.”

his pearly white teeth showed as he grinned at her response, pleased. “oh, but i’m not nearly done with you for the night, just yet.” he lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. he shut the door behind them as he walked back inside her dorm.

the next morning, she didn’t kick him out like the last time. she let him linger around her bed, aegon placing a trail of kisses down her body as a manner of greeting her good morning. he was needy and showed it by being as tactile with her as could be. yet she felt comfortable with his touches, allowing herself to lie with him for hours, their legs tangled. even as she bid him goodbye from her door, she had to practically tear her lips off his, neither able to get enough of the other.

she felt content as she’d shut her door behind her, leaning against it as she thought back to the night that had passed, when her phone started to ring. she picked it and smiled as she saw the name being displayed, ‘aegon (don’t pick up)’.

Marriage. It is a word that Aegon loathed. It made bile claw his neck and it made color fall out of his dragon blood. He hated it. Hated the forced, monogamous duty it forced into his hand. When the Queen first said to him that he would marry – he was angry. He was so angry. He wanted to grow talons and scratch out her eyes, he wanted to gain the strength of seven men and destroy the room he once felt so home in, he wanted to form wings and fly far away. But when the Queen said the name of his supposed intended he stopped. Helaena. Helaena. His pretty, funny, little sister. His shoulders relaxed and he nodded lightly. Helaena. Helaena, Helaena, Helaena, his mind repeated the word until it bled the vessels in his brain. He…Aegon could work with that. She was weird and liked all the bugs that made him squirm but it would not be horrible. Would it? No. No, he wouldn’t let it. They could be peaceful together, he was sure and he would make it peaceful. When he accompanied his mother to tell little Helaena, he was nervous, looking shyly up at her and fidgeting. She was always taller than him but it felt more so now. She just stared blankly at their mother. It made him feel even more nervous. Until she said one word. “Ok.” With that one word he felt lighter. ‘Ok’. That was enough. Enough for him at least. 

That all changed the night that Jaehaerys was murdered in cold blood. After witnessing such terror, Helaena never was the same. Instead she slept in their chambers and Aegon had to restrain himself from shaking her just to find any reaction out of her other than sadness. Other than mourning. Which is why one evening – when he was sitting alone at the dining table – he stabbed the wooden table hard until it released splinters. He stood roughly out of his chair – knocking it to the floor – and stampeded to their chambers. And there she was. Sitting – just sitting there and staring at the crimson stained floorboard where horror had reshaped their family. “Eat dinner with me.” Aegon croaked. He had meant for it to sound like a command but it came out a sort of beg. He looked like a pitiful dog howling for a walk – he knew – but he missed his wife. He missed her terribly. As his wife, not his companion. “Please…” He whispered as she still trained her eyes on the wall. Slowly, he knelt to the floor before her and took her hand in his. “Please, don’t…Don’t leave me alone in this mortal realm.” He choked up, his eyes squeezed shut. The silence is the worst part. He keeps spiralling in desperation, desperate to not be left alone in the darkness. “He is gone.” Helaena’s sweet voice escaped. A gulp bobbed Aegon’s throat. “Yes.” He responded after finally allowing one breath at the least of silence. It lets him soak up the scrunching of her eyebrows–tight together as if whispering scornfully together at the sight of him. Her eyes are nothing but empty. "I can not take your suffering but I can give you peace.” Again, he allows a breath of silence before continuing. “However, you must let me first." 

Helaena listens but whimpers. “He’s gone.” She repeats. “He is gone and it is my fault.” A sob hugs her as quick as he smothers her in his arms’ grip. He presses a hand behind her head and presses her face into his shoulder. “Shush, shush now.” The King coos at her. “He is still with us.” He pulls away and pulls a small little wooden dragon from his pocket. She looks at him in confusion. She did not think he would keep such a trinket. She did not think that the death had affected him much at all. He was brooding long before then. “See? He has left his mark.” Helaena slowly shook her head, eyes full of salty water and pointed at the damned spot again. “And so have they.” She choked. Aegon followed the line of sight and in a sudden burst of need, ripped away from her. For the first time, she reached for him, desperate for his warmth but he did not notice. He only plucked the sword at his hip and slammed the side and tip ruthlessly into the wood. It roared violence in every stroke as it destroyed the awful mark into a hole. Helaena gasped and it was only this sound that made Aegon throw away his sword and come back to her. 

His face was ugly with anger. “I will kill them.” He growled. “I will kill all of them and you will watch at my side.” This time–he did sound every inch the King that he very much was. And for the first time – Helaena was glad. She was glad for her husband’s temper – a trait that had always seemed pathetic and childish when he didn’t get his way. She looked at his hands, hands that were calloused and begging. She swallowed and looked up, eyes darkening. Aegon felt his chest clench because finally she was showing feeling. “I will give you a new peace.” He vowed again and this vow is much more sacred than anything at their wedding. She didn’t mind. She didn’t mind when his gruff, hard, calloused hands gripped up her legs and tore apart. He flicks his finger to the maid he had called over to signal her to draw a bath. Only then, did he lift his wife into his strong arms and pull her even closer to his chest. He almost glared down at her as he pressed her hand roughly to his heartbeat. It thrummed hard and fast against her palm. “What do you want?” He demanded. “I will do it.” Helaena swallowed and filled her stomach with need. Her eyes almost flame red. “I want you to kill them.” She answered. Aegon shuddered, goosebumps tickling his skin. “I want you to kill them and then fuck me in their blood. A river’s worth of their blood.” Another growl fluttered Aegon’s mouth and he snarled as he pulled her into a kiss. It was all teeth and tongue and grit but they pulled each other closer, wanting to swallow one another into their souls. One joint soul as he walked her to the prepared bath. He glided her naked body into the water and followed soon after stripping.

He pushed her hips up in his hands as he sunk his aching thick cock into her dripping, wet entrance. A moan was clawed out of them both simultaneously. He thrusts hard into her, a thumb dropping to circle furiously at her bundle of nerves. He strokes it and delights in every whine that leaves her pretty little mouth. Grunts spelled between them as the water splashed ruthlessly. Helaena’s nails dragged scratches down his back, deep and red. His eyes flashed, grip turned bruising but it only made her want him more. Aegon moans and fucks into her harder and harder, desperate as her pussy sucks him in. He’s going to hurt every single soul that ever hurt her. Every single threat that ever passes her will have to fight against him. He will give her peace even if it takes blood.

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Your back hits the wall harshly, Aemond's lips attacking yours feverishly. The kiss was all but gentle. His hands are touching you everywhere. From your neck, your breasts, your hips, everywhere.

His lips felt like he had been starved. Like he was deprived of the feeling of his lips against yours for years and now he's making up for it. Exploring every inch of your mouth as he massaged your breasts, making you whimper in his mouth.

He takes off his tunic quickly before expertly sneaking his hands behind you to undo the fastening behind your dress, swiftly pulling it down while guiding you to the bed.

Your mind suddenly goes haywire when he manages to pull it off. Being left in your undergarments, he pulls those off to admire your body, only for you to gasp and cower in bed and try to shield your body with your arms.

This was the first time you had done this. Both you and Aemond have done the deed more times than you can care to think, but this was the only time he saw you hide yourself. Block out your stomach, cover your thighs, and look away.

"No, no, no, don't hide yourself from me. I want to see you," the hand he grabs yours with was gentle. Pulling it away from your abdomen and the other from your bare center.

He takes a second to marvel at you, his eyes darkening with lust as he kisses up your stomach. Your hands still desperately hiding what you can, but Aemond holds your hands down with one hand. "The prettiest thing. Absolute perfection," he whispers to your skin. His gaze is fixed on yours as he annunciates each word.

"Aemond!" you whine at him, the feeling of his free hand pulling down your brassiere to suck your nipples. You didn't know if you were whining from insecurity or from the want for more.

"Come, sit on my face, angel." He drags you over to him after pulling himself up the bed, laying down on his back. His hands coming over to your hips and quickly pulling you up his firm chest.

Your hands plant themselves on his bare chest, stopping yourself from further going up. His eyebrows knit together in confusion at you.

"I.. I don't think I can sit, Aemond."

"That is not an answer, Y/N."

"I can't! I'm kind of- I'm a little too heavy right now. I haven't-"

Aemond groans, cutting you off. "If it's your cunt that I would be faced with, I doubt I'd care about anything else aside from making sure your legs are shaking."

But you were stubborn. Shaking your head at your betrothed while he holds your hips in a firm manner. Doing your best to not let him pull you onto his face.

You hear him sigh heavily and you think you've persuaded him enough, but he suddenly sat up from the bed, picking you up by your waist before heading to the open area near the couches and chairs.

He sets you down and pulls the full-length mirror towards both of you. Your bewildered eyes suddenly see your naked body on full display in the mirror.

Aemond pulls you in for another rough kiss, tilting your chin up. His hand coming down to circle your drenched cunt as you stood on your knees. His lips smirked into the kiss at the liquid.

You were still caught up in the kiss when he pulled away, and you didn't notice him lying down under you. His hands quickly pull you onto his face without you having enough strength to resist, holding your thighs firmly to stop you from moving away.

"Aemond- fuck!" Your legs quivered weakly when he licked a stripe up your cunt. His tongue lapping expertly at your pussy while his nose bumps into the bundle of nerves that makes you moan.

Your body moves up only to be pulled down onto his tongue. The warm muscle plunging deep inside of you as he explored every crevice. Moans and whimpers filled the room as your hands desperately tried to hold onto something. You closed your eyes harshly as you let your hands be lost in his platinum hair.

Aemond's hands come up to slap your breast making you hiss and clench on his tongue. "Open your eyes, my angel. See how beautiful and extravagant your body is," he mumbles from underneath, peaking to see you slowly opening your eyes.

Your eyes widen slightly at the sight. It was completely erotic. Sitting fully on Aemond's face now, his hands making sure to hold your cunt close to his face as if you weighed nothing. You watch his hand fondle the breast that he just slapped, feeling yourself grow wetter at the erotic sight.

"Oh fuck, I can die in this cunt." He mumbles in your pussy, your body jerking because of the vibrations.

He takes one hand and uses it to circle your clit while he fucks you with his tongue. The other hand guiding your hips to ride his face.

It was strange at first, but you were soon riding his face on your own while his hands occupied themselves with everything from massaging and teasing your nipples to harshly slapping your ass. The room was filled with nothing but lapping sounds, wanton moans, and high-pitched whimpering.

"Don't take your eyes off of that mirror. Watch yourself."

Your eyes desperately watch your reflection as you ride his tongue, his fingers circling your clit in figure 8s. "F-fuck! Aemond, shit- I'm going to-"

"Go on, angel," he says inside of your cunt once more, the vibrations and the way your eyes locked with Aemond's from under you pushing you off the edge as your orgasm comes over you like a strong wave. Your eyes rolling back and legs shaking around his face, threatening to close around his face as you let out a scream. He watches intently at the bliss on your face, allowing your hips to slow down as you come down from your high.

He suddenly plunges his tongue inside of you once more, making you scream out loud in surprise. As your chest heaved up and down, the man licked you clean, his hands easing the probably reddened muscles of your ass.

"You taste heavenly. Gods," he moans deeply. Your hole clenching around nothing at the sound of it.

"This fucking body," he rasps, as he gropes your breasts with one hand while he moves the other up and down your body. "...is so perfect. The most beautiful thing inside of the realm and all mine."

Your cheeks heat up at his comment, trying to fix his hair that you have messed up from your orgasm earlier. You thought it'd be nice to return the favor, but he merely smirks at you. Pressing up a wet kiss towards your clit.

"Aemond, I'm still sensi- Oh! Fuck, feels so- shit- so good." Aemond smirks smugly at this, inserting two fingers inside of your wet hole while he flicks your clit with his tongue.

You tried to pull yourself off once again, the feeling too overbearing as you had just came from your orgasm, but his arms were too strong. Each feeling of his tongue's swipe, lick, and suck now heightened with the recent orgasm he gave you. His long, slender fingers hit just the right spots, making you moan like a whore in a brothel.

"Look at yourself. Look at how fucking beautiful you are, angel." He purrs and you glue your eyes towards the mirror once more. The sight made you clench again around his fingers as you met each thrust with a buck of your hips.

"Gonna come again, huh, angel? Will you give me one more?" He inserts another finger inside of you, the satisfying stretch making you wail. "Of course you will. You’re doing so well right now, angel. So, so, well.”

Your head goes into circles with his praises as you release once more, now on his fingers. The older smiles proudly as he lets you ride out your orgasm before pulling out his fingers with a lewd pop. He sticks his fingers inside his mouth, his eye boring into yours as he did, and you swear you felt yourself come back for the third time just from what he did.

You try to pull yourself up once his hands loosen, the glistening liquid covering his mouth to his chin, some even on his nose. You pull him into a kiss, tasting your release on his tongue. When you pulled away, you tried to get up before falling down. Your legs too weak from your consecutive leg-shaking orgasms.

When his arms manage to catch you before falling down on his face, you feel your heart drop when he grips your thighs tightly.