𝑉𝑜𝑙𝑔𝑎 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘

Aemond's head was in pain as usual. His scarred eye and still alive nerves would give him pain once in a while, and only thing Aemond did at these times was seeking comfort in the same brothel he went when he was younger.

To the whore who took his childhood...

It was pathetic; he knew. What man would go to the same woman for 5 years? No man. Being a man, especially a prince, meant having a different woman in your bed at every meal you take.

But that wasn't for Aemond. He might have cared about lots of things, but the way he tried to bring peace to himself was no one's concern.

With pride, he pushed the heavy door to inside and light spread through the tunnel from the candles in his bedchambers.

Not exactly HIS.

The chambers were shared between him and his wife after he married her; one of the many things he hated about his marriage.

He took a step in and without bothering himself to be quiet; he pushed the heavy door back, and his cloak fell down on the ground.

And he heard voice of the woman he expected to speak the whole time his face was toward the wall.

- I almost thought you do not wish to sleep...

Aemond knew that tone so well... Total Sarcasm.

Aemond turned around with his graceful attitude, and didn't care to even look at his wife who was sitting between the bedsheets and fures like an ethereal human being.

He just grabbed his cloak from the cold ground and walked toward the wooden table in front of their bed. He placed the cloak on the table, the whole time trying to avoid her angry eyes.

But she didn't.

She was more fierce to give up.

- Council meetings perhaps... Council meetings that give you a scent like you have took bathe in wine and some other woman's oil... I do not even care to look at those cheap oils... and you do not care to hide-...

- you know what will come after you finish your last word.

Aemond cut her off with his usual tone of voice; Calm and sharp at the same time.

Then he moved his hands to the buttons of his leather tunic, while his eye was still staring somewhere else.

She knew this was humiliating.

How she became quiet and felt afraid... how her heart started beating against her chest at the thought of things Aemond was capable of.

It wasn't the first time, and she knew that he had a new idea in his mind, Every single time.

While her eyes were fixed on Aemond, he opened the last button of his tunic and took it off gently. A gentleness that was a torture... something that gave him a strong sense of power because he knew how much he had affect on his wife.

He already was able to imagine how wet his fingers were going to be if he slides his fingers between her thighs.

At the end of the day, he would come back to her, Starving for that voice; no matter how much he stood at that damn brothel.

- you do not care to hide it from me... that you do not love me... that you desire other women.

She wanted to see what will come if she finished her sentences, so she finally did it.

Her words broke through the heavy air of their chambers, and everything became quiet. A deadly silence.

Aemond tilted his head to right, and for the first time since he had arrived; their eyes met.

The violet of his eye was burning like fire.

He placed his tunic on the table as well, before he started walking toward her... but he stopped next to their bed.

- You have became so brave that you are not afraid of your pretty mouth getting shut... how impressive of you...

His calm voice didn't break for once, even though it was hard for him to control himself around her; especially when she was acting this way.

She watched him in silence, with her eyes being wide out of giving so much attention to his every move. He was so cruel for not giving her the rage and anger she needed.

Then the first connection of skin begun after Aemond lifted his hand and held her jaw in his hand. His thumb caressed her cheek like she was made out of porcelain, but his words were different from his actions.

- I will fuck you tonight... and I will fuck you in a way the whole castle get worried about your well-being.

And in response, she nodded like she was hypnotized by his words. The idea of what he said gave her a sweet twist in her tummy, and a wetness between her thighs.

Aemond was satisfied by the reactions he received from her. He mumbled "good" before he removed his hand from her face. The lose of his warmth was disappointing for her.

He moved his hands to his belt, and when his long fingers were working on the leather strap, he kept the eye contact with her. Their eyes never broke away from each other, but no words were said.

Aemond held the belt in his hand. Now his breaches were loose around the pale skin of his waist, showing the tight muscles that were shaped like a V and that line of platinum hair that was connected to somewhere under his breeches.

- What are you looking at? Hmm?

She quickly stole her eyes from his body after Aemond asked that question with a smirk on his lips. She thought to herself how humiliating she was acting.

Aemond didn’t take it any longer, and without wasting any more time, ordered what he thought was the best.

- Get undressed.

At first, She didn't move and just stared at Aemond with wide eyes. Her mind was filled with some haze... it was hard to concentrate on anything.

But when the words got right into her mind, she moved her hands to the bottom of her nightgown and with a sensual manner, she pulled the gown over her head and threw it somewhere on the bed.

She was fully naked in front of him. Nipples that now weren't as soft as usual, and then the sweet squeeze of her thighs to feel some friction.

Honestly, Aemond couldn't take any longer like this. He moved his strong hand to her hair and pulled her head by the hair, urging her to lay down while her face was buried in the bedsheets. Then he sat on the bed, his knees placed beside each of her legs. He was kinda pressing her to the bed to stop her from any idea of escaping.

The burning feeling of her hair being pulled made her to whimper and cry out of pain, but soon it was silenced by the feeling of the rough texture of leather being wrapped around her wrists.

This position was some uncomfortable and Aemond was totally aware of it... but he was sure that she liked to try new things with him.

He tightened the strap in a way to leave marks afterward, then he shifted and crawled back to look at her in that position. This scene was like a work of art in his eye.

- Now I have to act as my duty says... my duty as your husband... as your king...

Those words coming out of Aemonds mouth while she couldn't see anything or turn around to look at him, made her more aroused and wet than before. It was all pure excitement... pure lust.

He didn't care much. His cock was pressing hard to the fabric of his breeches, even though he had came many times that night...

Aemond yanked her up to her knees by the belt around her wrists, and he pressed himself behind her. The hardness of him was now pressed somewhere on her back.

When she turned her head around a little bit to take a glimpse of Aemond, He gripped her chin and turned her head around again.

- I didn't let you to look at your king You Fucking Slut.

He said the last words harsher, then he pushed his middle and ring finger into her mouth. That wasn't new... she already knew what that meant.

The feeling of her tongue trying to roll over his fingers gave him so much pleasure... in a way no cunt in the whole Seven Kingdom could've pleased him.

When he thought his fingers were wet enough with Saliva, he pulled his fingers out of her mouth with force, because she didn't want to let go.

But His fingers didn't move to her cunt and instead his hand stopped over one of her nipples. He gently brushed those two fingers over her nipple and that was a new wave of desperation for both of them.

The brush made her squirm in Aemond's arms, and when he rolled her nipples with his thumb, she pressed herself harder to him with a whisper of his name on her lips.

"How vulnerable she is for me..." Aemonf thought to himself before he moved his hands from her nipples. Then the rough fingers of his right hand, the hand that works with swords and fights for the realm, moved down to the spot she needed the most.

Right when his Middle and ring fingers forced their way between her thighs, to the warmth and wetness of her cunny, he pressed her nose to her neck. The sweet scent of a flower Aemond didn’t care to remember. It was only sweet... delicious to him.

His fingers sound her clit easily and they circled the sensitive bundle of nerves. Now the room wasn't quiet anymore; it was filled with sloppy wet sound of Her cunt and little sighs that were leaving her lips. Her eyes were almost closed at the blissful feeling of being taken care of...

But then a painful feeling brought her back to reality.

Aemond's teeth were bitting the skin of her neck and shoulders a little bit harsher than usual.

She tried to speak but Aemond's fingers started rolling her clit faster. The Erotic wet sound was now faster, and in response she tried to say.

- My... My king! Please... i... i want more.

While Aemond was sucking the skin of her shoulder, he listened to her. Then he opened his mouth and slowed the movements of his fingers.

-Do you want more? Or you Need more?

That was so so cruel. He was teasing her... it wasn't only teasing. It was her punishment... of course it was.

She looked down at his hand... how the veins were totally visible on his forearm to the place his hand disappeared between her legs...

She closed her eyes again and leaned back against his body.

"I need more... please... My Lord..."

Aemond spanked her thigh with his free hand and then ordered with his breath brushing her ear.

"Louder!"

She bite her bottom lip as she started becoming more sensitive with the slow circles on her clit.

She just moaned out of frustration and said it louder, begging him like there was no one else in the whole Red Keep.

"Please... please... My Lord... I need you to fuck me..."

Aemond was satisfied, so his fingers speed up again. She almost screamed because of the pleasure, and it didn't take any longer for the maddening knot that was in her tummy to let go and then she came all over his fingers.

Her lips were parted and high pitched moans left her mouth, because his index and middle finger kept rubbing her sensitive nub. At first she just squirmed and her legs started to shake, but he wrapped his free arm around her to keep her still against himself.

The warmth of Aemond's body that was pressed against her back was satisfying in a different way. It felt like she was in the safest place that existed in the whole world.

When Aemond felt like his fingers were aching and he couldn't keep her trembling form still, He pulled his hand away from her cunt and brought them into his mouth.

He was so worked up to go down on her... but how could he resist a little taste of her?

He sucked his fingers and cleaned her juices off of his hand with his tongue.

She in response, turned her head around to look at Aemond. Her heart was pounding so hard that Aemond could see the pulses against her skin.

When her eyes met his, she gave him a genuine smile. Something to show him about how much he loved the way he was treating her.

It was supposed to be a punishment, but Aemond could never do anything to her without giving her pleasure.

She was helpless... her hands were tied... but it felt like Aemond was tied to her as well.

He moved his right hand to her face and tucked few hair strands that were clinging to her sweaty face.

She loved the tender feeling of his touch. Indeed it was a rare moment. She closed her eyes and tried to relax after that intense orgasm.

But then his hand moved to back of her head again and pulled her by her hair again, this time pushing her face down again.

The sharp pain in her sculp was unbearable at first and made her yelp. This was unexpected, and also it didn't give her the same pleasure feeling like before.

That made Aemond feel guilty. She was acting less defensive toward him for a moment and he gave her pain again...

But she loved it. Didn't she?

Aemond loosened his grip in her hair, and instead started caressing the place he gave pain to.

She whimpered to show him how she felt better. It was becoming more special than how he fucked her in the past.

He was being empathetic. Something she never saw in his eye.

At least not toward her.

Aemond moved his other hand and tried to pull her back higher, and in response she arched her back to give him the access he wanted.

She was fully exposed to her now.

Aemond leaned down and looked at how messy she was. Not only her cunt, but her inner thighs were also glistening under the light of the candles.

- You're such a needy little whore... mhmm?

He asked her with a soft tone, in a casual way that made her clench around nothing while he watched her.

But was he lying? She didn't think that way.

She tried to move her face to the side so her voice wouldn't muffle in the blankets.

-  Yes... but I am yours...

Her voice was filled with need.

Something that no man could resist.

Aemond wasn't different from any man in that case. So he just gave her Ass a soft pat before he mumbled "Good Girl".

Then he took off his breeches and threw them on the ground.

Now they both were equally naked.

He watched her figure as she was trying to keep her balance in the position because of her tied hands, and that gave him a sick joy and happiness.

Then he positioned himself right behind her. He grabbed his cock and rubbed his tip to her clit.

She was still sensitive, so her legs trembled a little bit at the tiny friction.

Then he rested his palm on her Ass and as he kept caressing her skin to comfort her, he moved his tip to her entrance and slowly pushed inside of her.

She wished her hands weren't tied so she could grip the bedsheets, but now instead she could only cry out his name and dig her nails into her palms.

She arched her back even more when his cock fully entered her slick cunt. At first it was intense for her, but Gods... she loved this intensity.

Aemond also loved this too. The way her gummy walls were flattering over his cock... it was so good that he could cum by just standing still.

He moved her hands lower to grip her sides, and then slowly pulled his cock out, and then he slowly pushed inside again.

His strong hands gripped her soft skin harsher when he started to move her body toward himself.

The Painful grip on her sides and the thrusts that were now deeper and harsher than early ones, gave a delicious hazy and dizzy feeling in her head. It felt like she wasn't one earth... she was in the heavens above. It was like she was flying with a dragon...

Aemond couldn't control his whimpers as he paced up with his thrusts. His cock kept pushing inside of her and now she was even worse of a mess, because with every pulling out, Her thighs and his balls became more wet.

She didn't care about the pain in her neck and shoulders anymore. All she could think about was how Aemond's cock was filling her up and how with every roll of his hips, the pleasure would become sweeter.

Aemond was also only thinking about her.

Everything around him was blurry and all he could focus on was her.

But then everything shuddered when Aemond Heard Her crying out something rather than his name.

-Gods... please... please right there...

Her eyes were shut and her cunt clenched around him as his cock started to going even deeper. She tried move her hands but it was... nothing. So instead she tried to push herself toward him; to reach for more of his cock.

Aemond chuckled at how she looked miserable yet pleased. He just gave into her request and started to pulling her hips toward him with his every thrust.

- Is that it? Is 'at right My Sweet Girl?

That name made everything even better. She squeezed him again and while she was sliding back and forth on the bedsheets, she answered him with moaning tons of "yes". Her whole body was numb and sensitive at the same time.

He couldn't take it anymore, so he moved one of his hands and started rubbing her clit while his pace became quicker and more messy. That brought another moan of his name out of her lips. She couldn't even control it... whatever she wanted to say, "Aemond" was all that left her mouth.

Aemond's whimpers were now more visible and with each thrust of his hips, more and more sounds left his mouth.

And when she arched her back and a silent scream left her mouth, Aemond realized she is so close. His thumb started rubbing her clit even wuth more rush and his cock moved faster and deeper inside of her, and with few thrusts of his tip to the place she needed the most, she cried out something like "Gods help me" and then she buried her face in the bedsheets.

Aemond was past his line as well. With a lewd groan, he kept his cock still inside of her as his seed filled her up.

For few moments, their bedchambers was silent. After all of those wet sounds and their skins slapping against each other, their chambers felt empty.

Aemond took a deep breath and that was when he realized how both of them were not out of breath and were trying catch their breath.

He slowly pulled his cock out of her cunt, and she whimpered again because of the feeling of being empty and also the ease that it had after all of those nasty things they did together.

Aemond's hand moved down to her wrists that were still tied and gently opened the tie of his belt and when he opened it, he saw the red and purplish bruises that began to form on her wrists.

He massaged her right hand with his thumb and that gave her a sweet feeling of tiredness. The feeling that you have after doing something you like.

Then Aemond let go of her and collapsed right beside her, before pulling her into his arm with one hand.

She didn't resist and just let him do it, and when her back was pressed against his chest, she closed her eyes.

Before she drifted away, she heard him whispering something.