#riptidefanfic

DAENYS softly gasped when Aemond's lips slammed against hers. She could feel the passion, or perhaps his lust would engulf her all at once. A sense of pride washed over her, before she pulled back, seeing the darkening glints of greed in his lilac eye flicker to her chest. She teased and tutted when he dipped his head again only to be met with her cheek. 

"We mustn't. The boys..."

"As soon as their eyes shut, you won't be able to keep me at arm's length."

Daenys did not trust her voice, answering with a nod instead. 

They heard their children babbling grow softer and quieter; words that were predominately Rhaegon's. The twins caught the glimmer of their Father's Sapphire as he rounded their canopy bed. One day, they had raced into their parent's chambers without knocking when Daenys was cleaning his socket. Aemond had turned away despite his throbbing pain, but the twins appeared intrigued not scared, just like Daenys would tell him. Since then Aemond was more confident showing his disfigurement to his sons, but only to them and his Lady Wife, who were privy to his vulnerability.

"One story, Tis what your Mother promised you. Now rest. We have been busy boys, if you must know. Planning and moulding your future. Our future. Now sleep," a cat-like pout formed on Rhaegon's face — inherited from his Father. Baelon groaned, but listened, shutting his parti-coloured eyes with a scrunched face. His twin followed, after receiving soft strokes to his hair from their Mother. "Good." 

"Rest well sweet boys," Daenys blew out candles around the room. They were scentless, otherwise they'd cause discomfort to Aemond's wounded socket. Husband and Wife watched fondly and feverishly as their children's hands grabbed onto each other. "We will be on look out for any monsters. They cannot get to you. Nor me with your Father here." 

Their laboured breaths reached the parent's ears as their chests rose and fell. 

In the darkness, Daenys let out a soft gasp, careful not to wake her sons when she felt her Lord husband's hands caress her breasts. 

"Not here." 

"Where then, The coast?" Aemond responded dryly. 

"Need I remind you that you ravished me in an empty corridor of the Keep?" She whispered, fuelling his lust. "Now Come. I shall show you all the corners and crevices of this place, where one day you and I will rule. But first, my desire to have you see my special hideout."

Aemond, let his hunger guide throughout the castle and his Wife, whilst hearing the echoes of Knights on watch. The sights even in the night were pleasant, windy yet warm not what he was used to. Daenys' grip tightened as they stumbled, clad in their small clothes and cloaks to protect the archaic walls from their sins. 

"This was your... hideout?" He glanced around at the tall walls of the narrow library of High Tide. "How shabby." 

"Is that judgement I detect husband? And here I thought you were the caring type. But I see that is all Daeron." 

Her amusement faded when he backed her against the walls of the library, turning her to face a window and gripping her hands, placing them on the cobblestones. He spread her legs as she panted, collecting all the air she needed as he pulled up her ivory gown, mouth-frothing at the lack of small clothes she wore beneath. Bare-arsed and exposed to the Prince, anyone else would mistake her for a whore, the noises she would make would do well to imply that. 

"Tell me, about this place," He demanded, swiping his fingers through her soaked slit, biting down on his bottom lip at the whimper escaping her lips. Normally he would be on his knees, sucking and sampling all she had to offer, his knees would grow tired but his tongue would maintain the ravaging with hunger as she screamed, begging for more. "The ports, the villages... How the common folk work, how they satisfy themselves." He heard his Daenys' moans, they were quick to louden at the pace he worked at, adding another finger just to pull them back to taste, groaning and eye-rolling back at the mere addiction he had. It was strong. His cravings never stopped. "Perhaps I should visit Spicetown before we depart on the morrow, grow accustomed to the life." 

"Hull would be more to your liking," she breathed out, feeling his naked thighs brush against hers. He further nudged her knees apart and pushed gently on her spine, smirking at her arching back. "You'd admire the men, their dedication to their craft," she let out a deep moan when he guided himself to her dripping core. He silenced their noise with a sloppy kiss, gently caressing her neck as their lips enveloped each other. He struggled to hold back, mind dazed at how her body swallowed his every inch. "Aemond..." she murmured against his lips as he picked up his pace, settling his hands back on her waist, careful not to pound into her, wary he would hurt the babe. "The Sea Snake was saved by an Alyn of Hull." 

The mention of another man encouraged him to thrust deeper, her intention of course, "Oh was he?" 

She almost shrieked when he grabbed her breast, "Yes." 

His hands began to knead her flesh, at times gentle, others possessive. the pleasures engulfing them were too much, and thoughts of being caught spurred them on. Her palms left the cobbled walls and flung around his neck as he pulled him back against his chest with each thrust. The new angle allowed him to go deeper, hitting spots inside her that sent jolts of pleasure through her body.  The sensations intensified.

"Oh..." she mewled. "Gods." 

"Do you feel that?" his lips tickled her ear, voice strained and husky. "Do you feel how you take me in?"

"I feel you, always," voice trembling, she mustered an answer. "We will visit all the settlements when we ascend. We will learn," she choked back a sob at wondering fingers working between her legs. "We will love. And then we rule."

A laboured chuckle escaped him, "Yes, love. Then we rule."

a/n:

so apparently wattpad is taking down stories that includes smut, which "doesn't serve the story". so I'm not risking anything and uploading any smut scenes I've written onto here.