#roseseduce

be careful. don't get too attached. this is a mantra the vampire had to repeat since moment violet gaze laid on her. though he had an unchanging character, stubborn as well as impulsive down to his bones. staying away from her proved difficult, near impossible. it was no longer just her blood that called out like a siren song, but her heart as well. rather sentimental for the elder, but somehow she brought that out in him. one thing had led to another.. they began kissing, allowing their mouths and hands to start exploring each other, and then clothes came off and fell to a pile on the floor. aemond lay back against black satin sheets of his bed, staring up in admiration at the sight above him. floris rides him, hair loose and her face twisting into an expression of pleasure. when he had wanted to show her his dwelling, it had mainly been to show her how a real vampire lives, to satiate her curiosity. this turn of events, however, was a nice surprise. a smirk appears at the thought. " slow.. slow down, my love. " hands firmly land onto her hips. tempo of her thrust suddenly controlled with the movement of his wrists. " just like that. there you go.. " mouth widens into a smile, fangs flashing. " good girl. god, you're so delicious.. "

each time they found themselves tangling between the sheets, he was sure there was nothing else about her that could surprise him, and yet she continues to do so. they somehow find new ways to bring forth new pleasures. never finding that their sexual relationship has become habitual, as aemond once feared it would. floris was exciting and he enjoyed figuring out the little ways to make her toes curl. the prince sits on the bed, wife at his lap. they are connected in every way possible, from lips, to hips, to his cock resting inside of her. the pace of his hips, as he thrust up into her is slow. hands grip at her soft flesh, fingernails digging in, not enough to hurt, but they do leave behind marks. teeth are at her neck, nibbling and sucking at her most sensitive spot. then he feels her walls contract around his member, mouth presses against her bare shoulder moaning. hips jut upwards, cock hitting a sensitive spot. " you are taking me so well, darling. " another moan, and bite at her collarbone. " you make me so fucking weak. they do not know, they will never understand what you do to me. " words are ragged, through desire laden breaths. " tell me how i make you feel. i want to hear your voice." just as he commands her, he thrust again, making sure that a sound does come out of her pretty lips.

smart mouth gets the prince into trouble with one of the wildlings, creating an argument that led to an altercation, which ended in an injury upon his person. a knife had been drawn and it cut at the soft flesh of arm. luckily, someone had stepped in before princely physique could be damaged any further. it also gave aegon a chance to throw one las punch, which landed square on the opponents jaw. it allowed him to arrogantly gloat for awhile. he sits in a tent, arm resting against her leg as she cleans the wound with a piece of cloth. form fidgets, unable to sit still. it no doubt made dressing the wound harder, though the prince hardly cared. " ow, that hurts you know. " a hiss is let out through grinded teeth. the way her fingertips tend to him is, however, more gentle than he is used to. it has been so long since aegon has been touched with the intention to be taken care of. the last time mother regarded him with love, was whenever he was no more than a babe. leg begins to bounce, nervous energy running through him, as he watches her. she is.. different than he expected. when he heard the term 'wildling women' he didn't picture someone so.. alluring. they make eye contact and a warmth spreads through him. " ow! " the prince complains again, attempting to distract from the feeling that buzzes in his chest. " you are abysmal at this. do you even know what you are doing? just give me " as he goes to reach for the cloth, the wildling leans forward and takes his cheeks between her grip, then their lips connect. violet eyes widen and hand falls limp towards lap. before he can react or even think to kiss back, it feels as if she's gone. if she wanted to steal the breath from his lungs and words from his lips, she has certainly accomplished that.

a small council meeting comes to a close, and when the queen request that she stay behind, she thought nothing of it. the room was cleared out and door shut. alicent attempted to talk about the issues that had risen in the meeting, but rhaenerya shushes her by commanding she come closer. they begin to kiss one another, and it is certainly more interesting than discussing taxes. somehow, alicent ends up on the table, legs open wide and knuckles turning white from gripping at the corner of it. the other's mouth and hands work at her body, touching through the barrier of clothing that she wished were not there. however, to get undressed in current setting would not be smart, so she will take whatever is offered. her own hands wonder over the queen's physique, focusing mostly on feeling her chest. then, body starts to climb towards her peak. back is arched and small noises, of whimpers and moans, fall from opened mouth. " rhaenerya, i'm going to i'm oh gods.. " legs tremble as the feeling in her core bursts. another moan leaves her, this one she is unable to reign in. it echoes throughout the room and cheeks become heated at the thought that someone other than the woman before her heard that. alicent kisses rhaenerya's mouth as she starts to come down from her high, the action a little sloppy, until the feeling between her legs fades. " you know, the next meeting we have, i will not be able to think of anything else but how you fucked me on this table. " a light laugh is conjured. " or was that your plan all along, hmm? do you aim to distract me, my queen? " fingers entangle through the other's silvery locks and pulls her forward, taking the queen's bottom lip between her teeth and nibbling. " if so, it's working. "