her royal highness

“Lady (y/n)! Have you heard the news?” Your lady in waiting pushed the doors of the small library—a room that Aemond had gifted you as one of the many wedding presents, he had given you—in a hurry.

You felt your heart drop to your stomach. Was Aemond okay? 

He has to be. He promised me he would come back.

“What happened? Is my husband okay?” You asked with a worried tone.

“They are back, My Lady!” She said with a big smile on her face.

You walked the corridors of the Red Keep in a hurried way, eager to see him once again. You didn’t even bother to knock on the doors, you just opened them and closed them as quickly when you entered the room. 

And there he was, his lean body standing near the vase with water with a cotton rag cleaning the dried blood from his chest. He looked as handsome as ever, even if he was a little bit bruised. His bare and well worked back and biceps in full display, his usually tight high-neck tunic was laying on the floor. He was definitely a sight to behold.

“Aemond. You’re back.” You said in almost a whisper, swallowing your own saliva at the sight of his bare and well worked chest.

His face turned until he met yours, a small smile adorning his lips. “Only for a while, but yes, I’m back. Happy to see me?” He asked in a playful manner.

“I’m delighted. Oh, how much I’ve missed you.” You threw yourself at him to hug him. His strong arms wrapped around your waist proceeding to kiss your temple, and then, he left a small breath out almost as if he was finally breathing clean air. 

“As have I, my love.”

“I wish I could’ve planned a small banquet for your return, but I’m afraid with how things are going no one is in the mood.” You said to him in a sad tone.

“I don’t need a banquet, I’m content enough with just sharing a drink with my wife.” He replied with a smirk.

“Say less, husband.” You replied with a happy smile on your face.

And that’s how you’ve found yourself almost drunk, sharing drinks with your husband in the cozy living room of your chambers. Aemond was having the time of his life, his usually stoic face was now a happy one while his body was lazily lying down in the velvety chase.

He even laughed out loud twice!

“Tell me, how have you been spending your days when I’m not here to humor you?” He asked after drinking from his cup of wine. 

“Well… I try to distract myself as much as I can, but honestly, I just miss you so much, everyone is so boring here, Aemond!” You almost pouted at him. “But the Queen has been gracious enough to let me spend time with her so it’s not all that bad. Oh! But I especially miss you at nights, dear. You’ve made me an insatiable monster!”  The warmth that he had been feeling at the mention of you getting along with his mother quickly vanished, and it quickly got replaced by the burning desire he had been pushing aside since the moment he saw you ogling his bare back. 

“Although hearing you talk gibberish is fun, I think we’ll both enjoy other activities we’ve both been craving, don't you think?” Your eyes illuminated at his words.

He quickly got up to his feet and walked towards you, pulling you up from where you were seated, just to slightly push your body back until your back touched the tall mahogany table in the center of the room. 

You moaned when his lips finally met yours in a desperate kiss. You still have a sweet taste, if not better, he thought to himself. 

And there it was, the familiar touch of your skin against his, the comfort of your natural scent and the desire he had been bottling up for not being able to take your body in a long time. He felt like he was overdosing on you, being apart from you was beyond painful for him. He cursed at his big sister once more, if it wasn’t for her stubbornness, he would’ve been with you this whole time. 

The kiss was desperate, messy and there was a feeling of aggressiveness added to it. You bit his bottom lip in a playful manner while your fingers played with his silvery locks, lightly yanking at the strands just to pull his head away from you, and to your surprise he left out a soft moan. You opened your eyes a little just to see him smirking at you, his eye looking at your fire with a hungry gaze.

Aemond suddenly grabbed the meat of your thighs which were hidden behind the skirts of your gown and pushed your body up until you were seated in the mahogany table. 

“Oh.” You said to him in a playful manner. 

Aemond just hummed in response, getting down to kneel before you. For all the people your husband's commands, orders and basically owns it was surprisingly how easy he kneeled before you without a second thought. 

He looked up at you just to see a confused expression. “You’re the only person I’d ever bow down to. Nobody but you is worthy of my respect, no one but you.” He said as if he was reading your mind. Then he proceeded to push your gown up and the rest of your undergarments off until he saw what he was looking for, his own personal oasis. 

He began to place soft kisses from your knee to your inner thigh. He stopped for a second before releasing a high-pitched moan at the scent of your sex. Oh, how he had missed you. Aemond did not make you wait long before the first move of his tongue collided with your center. 

The slightly foreign sensation had you arching off your hips from the table, until his arm pressed down on your stomach, keeping your lower half pinned down to the table as his mouth attacked you again. You tried to buck your sex against face as one of your hands glided through his hair to tangle in it, but he holds you down letting you know how much stronger he is.

“Have you forgotten who is the one in control?” He said in a low tone, the huskiness of his voice sent a shiver down to your spine. You shook your head violently, too caught up with the sensations to even use your voice. You took one of your arms towards your mouth trying to shield the whimpers and moans you were letting out. Then one of his fingers started moving up and down, lightly brushing your tender bundle of nerves every so often as if he was testing with your patience.

“Aemond!” You said in a strained voice, almost pleading as one of your hands glided through his hair to tangle in it.

He just left an airy laugh out, the sensation of his breath against your core was delightful. He then used his finger to circle your entrance as his mouth locked onto your bundle just to suck at it. The sensation felt as if your soul was being dragged away from your body, and when you felt the heat burst into your stomach your toes curled and your back arched, then your soul came back to the moment you were sharing. 

He was obsessed with the way you weren't even thinking about him during your orgasm, you were simply leaning back with your arms on the table in a nonchalantly way, pussy on the edge of the table with your eyes closed and your head hanging back. A true goddess.

He grunts and moves his face away from your pussy, getting rid of the rest of his clothes in a quick way.

“Gods, I've been waiting to take you all day,” he said in a desperate way, kissing the corner of your mouth before moving towards your neck just to suck at it gently. 

“All day? You’ve been thinking about fucking your wife all day when you got to see your family for the first time in weeks?” You chuckle in a playful manner as he was kissing your neck.

You couldn't help but grab his cock in your hand. Slightly squeezing it and playing with it. It was hard and so, so warm against your palm.

Aemond closed his eyes but not before releasing a groan, almost as if he was in pain.

“All day.” he confirms with a breathy voice. He pulls you closer causing you to release the hold you had on him, just for him to press his erection against your core.

The both of you moan in pleasure as he bucks his hips harshly against yours, finally entering the altar that was your hips. There was a sigh of relief from both of you, one at the welcome intrusion, and the other at the overwhelming heat that suffocated and squeezed his cock. 

You were squeezing him so tight; he was fighting the urge of going feral on you. He had been craving to be inside you like this for weeks. His slow thrusts and your warm cunt were starting a slow fire deep within him. The room was only filled with moans for a while, both yours and his.

Your knees were spread wide around his waist, and his hold on your hips got strong as he started to move at a new hard pace, the only thing more brutal than his pace was his ruthlessness. You knew he wasn’t a saint but Gods, who even cares when he loves you so good. He relished the way your moans resonated in the walls of your chambers like his hips against yours.

Your head fell down as you finally started to feel the welcoming feeling of the start of a new orgasm, but all you could think about was how effortlessly his cock slid within you, as if he was meant to be there. Each thrust is hard and possessive, his hands never leaving your hips, skin slapping against skin. His cock curving perfectly to hit your spot, with every plunge of his hips. 

The orgasm that had been building in your whole body was getting closer, and you knew he felt that too by the way he moaned as your pussy tightened around him.

“Open your eyes and give it to me. Come.” He said in a low and breathy voice, and you wonder if he's lost it to his desire. 

You could barely concentrate on what he was saying when you felt his rough fingers play with the bundle of nerves between your hips, you felt like crying at the overwhelming pleasure. The contrast of your tender core against his calloused hands was delightful. The feeling was so much different than your normal orgasms, it felt almost as if your pussy wanted to explode— in the best possible way.

That’s when you felt cum squirting out of you, warm liquid trickling down your thighs and as your orgasm took over your body. 

That didn’t stop Aemond, so you let him work you over his cock, chasing his release until you feel the warm liquid spilling out of you and mixing with your release in between your legs. It was obscene at best, how consumed by the desire you both were, and how fucking messy it got. 

“What was that?” 

You couldn't even reply as you were still overwhelmed by your orgasm. 

You felt him release the grip on your hips, he was looking for something at the table. You opened your eyes just to see him holding a dagger. You gave him the best confused gaze you could give him, your heart hammering against your rib cage.

His dark stare directly on you, clouded by his desire. He moved the dagger closer to your chest, slightly ripping the cloth of your corset, finally releasing your breasts and you watched Aemond try to swallow his saliva.

“I’m ripping this damned dress out if you, and then I’m making you repeat what you just did. Again, and again.” The middle of your core stings then.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” You brought Aemond closer to you with your palm against the nape of his neck. Playing with his now disheveled hair, and throwing his eye patch out the way as if it was offending you. 

He just smirked at you when he felt your core contract against his cock at the new view.

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Aemond’s sense of duty truly amazed you sometimes. He was disciplined and loyal… but only to his family. Not to you. Not to what you had. Not to the promises you’ve made. 

The fact that you had to discover he didn't really love you from the whispers of people, and not from him, was one of the things that hurt you the most. He didn’t even bother to look for you to tell you the news himself.

There was a sense of doubt, hopelessness, uncertainty, melancholy, grief, dread, tiredness, and loneliness you were feeling right now. All in one, your heart and mind were a mess, you’ve never felt more betrayed by someone or by something in your entire life. All you felt like doing was cry in your chambers and curse at him, you felt empty inside and it was killing you slowly.

Although you completely understood he had a duty to the Realm as a prince and the fact that he also had obligations to his family, the only thing you couldn’t and wouldn’t understand was the fact that he had thrown away what you had without even looking at you in the eyes to say goodbye.

As if you deserved to be discarded like that.

You sent a raven to your father the same day you found out what Aemond did. If he was ready to throw you away as if what you had meant nothing to him, you were ready to leave this rotten city without looking back.

You meant to leave the palace without saying goodbye to him. He didn't deserve it and if you were being quite honest you doubted, he was even thinking about you right now. 

That was your plan from the beginning, but the only thing you couldn't leave without saying goodbye was the beautiful view that the Red Keep offered every day at sunset time, so you decided to take one last stroll as the people from your house were packing your belongings in secrecy, trying to act as normal as you could. 

I'm definitely going to miss the beautiful and colorful gardens of the Red Keep, especially because it's always winter where I’m going.

Everyone in the castle knew war was about to start. Aemond had killed one of Rhaenyra’s sons after all, so everyone was frenetic and no one was allowed to enter nor leave, and the last thing you wanted to do was alert the royal family of what you were planning to do.

You were startled by the presence of a male cleaning his throat to get your attention, interrupting your thoughts.

 “It’s been some time, my lady” Your body tensed once you recognized whose voice that was. You immediately turned to face him, but he didn't meet your eyes.

“It’s been some time since we last met, indeed.” You bowed down slightly to prince Aemond.

“I’ve missed your presence.” He almost whispered, getting closer towards you.

“I doubt it, but I appreciate your words, my prince.” You pretended to be interested in the flowers you were touching before Aemond interrupted you, he noticed you were trying to build a barrier to separate you from him, both physically and emotionally.

“I was sent to Storm’s End, "he said in a whisper, looking at the floor. 

“I’m aware of that.” There was a moment of silence.

“Look me in the eyes, prince, and tell me the truth I deserve.” Aemond tensed, looking everywhere but your face.

“I was sent by the Queen with a marriage proposal for one of Lord Borros’s daughters, in exchange for his allegiance to my brother’s claim to the throne.” He finally confessed.

“And in the process, you killed a child and a dragon, so I’ve heard. At least you secured a strong ally. Congratulations.” Your words were as sharp as a dagger, but you still smiled at him the best you could, holding the tears as much as you could.

“That was an accide— I didn’t mean to kill him, I swear.” He said in a desperate tone, meeting your eyes for the first time in days. He seemed as handsome as ever, not a single hair out of its place, always a regal and imposing look on him. Still, there was a storm in his remaining eye as if he seemed troubled by something. 

The part of you that still loved him wanted to embrace him and make all his problems go away, to make him feel better by comforting him in your arms.

“But you did, and it will cost thousands of lives.” The other part of you wanted to hurt him just as much as you were suffering thanks to him.

He seemed uncomfortable, “My love, I did not come here to talk about war. I came here to clarify the situation we are in.” His expression frowned in concentration as he was trying to find the correct words to appease your temper. 

“What is there to clarify, Aemond? You are to marry someone else, someone who will help you brother’s claim.”

“She means nothing to me, but you do.” He was getting closer to you.

“Don’t lie to me, the least you can do is be honest with me.”

“I love you, that's the truth.”

“When your actions contradict your words, your words don't mean anything. I know I’m not a Baratheon girl who can give you armies and the support your family needs, and I know you don't care about my feelings because if you did you would've tried to clarify things the moment you knew about them, but they were honest, Aemond. My feelings for you were real, and I accepted you for who you are, not by your title, not by your family, not by your last name. I loved Aemond, just Aemond… Yeah, you gave your family a strong ally, but you lost the only person who truly saw you for who you were and stayed by your side, because I know not even your family does that.” 

Aemond was shocked, you were usually a sweet and loving lady who only showered him in praises and caresses— and vice versa— he would've never thought you had it in yourself to say something like that, as if you wanted to hurt him where it hurts the most. As if your kisses that had begun to patch up his scars from the past had become poisonous.

Your words had hurt him, deeply, and his own heart was breaking as he was watching you contain the water in your eyes. 

“There is no apology I can say that could make up for how I’ve made you feel, but please don’t leave. I’ll find a way to be together.”

“Like what? Should I become your mistress and share you with her? Oh, I know! Should we escape on Vhagar and fly to Essos where no one knows us? I’m not a whore, I know I deserve more than a man who threw what we had the moment he had the chance.” He noticed your angry tone.

“You’re right, you probably deserve better, but I don’t care. You’re mine and I’m yours and I’ll prove to you that. I’ll find a way. You have my word.” He grabbed your face in between his hands in a gentle way, lightly pushing your body towards him getting you close enough for your foreheads and noses to touch “Sīkudi nopāzmi”

I love you. 

“You’re betrothed to someone else.” You pushed him away the best you could, but he was too strong for you. “We’ll forget about each other soon enough, next time we meet I’ll be married to someone else, and I’ll be carrying his children.” One of his palms was suddenly on the nape of your neck forcing you to look at him. His loving touch had become harsh.

“You will not do such a thing! You belong with me.” The softness of his tone was long gone. The dragon was once again awake, and he was angry.

“You betrayed me! You didn’t have the courage to tell me in the face about what happened! I had to find out of your betrayal by the people of the court! You were the one who pushed me away. You! Not me. I waited for you… every night and you… you never came.” Your voice broke at the end and the tears started falling. 

Aemond hugged you like never before, trying to calm you down and comfort you at the same time, “I’ll be your Sworn Protector if that means I’ll have to follow you everywhere you go, but I cannot allow you to leave me. You’re mine, only mine.” He kissed your forehead, smelling the comforting scent of your hair.  You stayed like that for a couple of minutes, in silence, until he spoke.

“I’ll kill her, for you.” He whispered in your ear, and you immediately tensed. “I’ll make it look like an accident, no one will know.”

“When?”

“As soon as I can.”

“Look for me once it's done. I’ll be waiting.” You kissed his cheek softly, separating your body from his, getting ready to leave.

“Lady (y/n)” He called for you. Your head turned to look at him.

“Yes, my prince?”

“Don’t ever mention you marrying another man and having their children. I’ll kill however dares to touch you.” His gaze was menacing.

“Yes, my prince.” You bowed your head slightly, and then you left the gardens.

“Damn you, Aemond.”

You knew your beloved prince was going to burn down King’s Landing the following day once he realized you were nowhere to be found. 

Your father had bent the knee for Queen Rhaenyra, and you were to be married to a man from the North, the young Lord Stark, Cregan Stark, you believed that was his name.

You were definitely not coming back.

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get ur woman back aemond burn everything >:)

The room was decorated in an elegant way; the lighting was dim making you feel like everything was more of an intimate dinner with your family than a formal reunion to formalize your betrothal with prince Aemond. You were feeling so happy seeing your beloved family getting along with the family you were going to get married into. 

Everything was going smoothly, the mood was right, the supper was tastefully amazing, and you were seated beside your beloved. You could see everyone was having a good time, sharing stories and laughs, even queen Alicent seemed unusually relaxed.

Towards the end of the evening, as the hour was getting late, you noticed Prince Aegon was getting drunker, which you knew was going to cause problems. You shared a worried look with the queen; you could see she was worried about Aegon ruining things like he usually does. 

“My king, my queen. Would it be rude of me to leave early? The hour is quite late, and I find myself tired from all the travel.”

“Of course not, dearest. You must be immensely tired” She smiled at you, and you could see gratitude in her eyes. “It was impolite of us to keep you all awake this late when you just arrived today. I apologize in the name of my family.”

Everyone took what the queen had said as a cue to start getting ready to leave the dining room.

 As you bid your farewells to princess Helaena, Aemond was by your side, with one of his hands at the small of your back, being as protective as he always was with you. 

That is when you saw prince Aegon walking towards you to whisper in your ear “, If you ever wish to know what it means to be well satisfied, you only need to ask me. I apologize in the name of my house for the disappointment you will soon experience.” You immediately tensed up, fearing prince Aemond might have heard him. 

You knew he had heard what his brother had said to you when the hand that was resting on your back tensed up. Its position changed to surround your shoulders, bringing you closer to his chest in a protective manner.

You could feel the heat radiating from his body, and now that you were almost glued to his body you could also feel how strong his chest was. Your judgment started to get clouded by having him so close to you. 

Even though you had shared a few kisses under the moonlight behind your families’ backs you have never felt quite this close to him and so uncomfortably hot before. 

Was it because Aemond was being protective of you? Or was it perhaps because you were so close to him that you could smell the natural fragrance of his body?

“Your offer is kind, brother” Your prince said with a smirk “But I can assure you this, Aegon. My Lady will be more than fine.”

You looked up to see his face. Oh, seven bloody hells, he was furious. 

He grabbed your hand to guide you with your Lord father — with your mother by his side— and his mother, the Queen, who were exchanging pleasantries. 

“I apologize for the interruption, but Lady (y/n) is feeling unwell. I'll make sure she gets to her chambers safely.” 

“I’ll be fine, mother. Do not worry. Perhaps it was all the traveling we did.” You said when you noticed her worried eyes. You vowed your head to the queen and said your goodnights to them before leaving the room.

“Aemond, don't let your brother sour your mood. I promise I don't believe a word he said” you said trying to ease his anger.

He didn’t say anything until you reached the doors of your chambers, and even then, couldn't decipher how he was feeling, his facial expression was neutral and his body language rigid. You took that as a sign for you to retire for the night, it was obvious he didn't want to communicate with anyone right now, not even you.

But before you could turn to get into your room his hand gently stopped you, you adored how even when he was upset, he reminded a gentleman.

“Are you upset with me?” You asked him.

“Never, my lady. I’m simply contemplating my options.” 

“Would you perhaps mind sharing your thoughts with me, my prince?” You didn't wait for him to respond when you were already pushing him into your chambers. Walls had ears after all, and you knew him way too well to know he was going to say something scandalous.

“We are not wed yet, but you are mine. “He gave you a wary look, as if he was testing the waters. 

“That I am, but what does that have to do with you being upset with your brother?”

“You’re my lady. My woman.” He completely ignored your question as he closed the distance between the 2 of you, a desperate look rested on his face. 

You could feel your heart hammering against your ribcage and hear your own agitated breathing. Having him so close to you, in your chambers, at the hour of the owl… if someone were to tell your parents or the queen that he had been in your chambers without a chaperone this late at night… you didn't even want to think about the consequences and yet, all the secrecy and the feeling of doing something forbidden with your beloved felt thrilling. Still, you didn't care about all that, not when you felt so desired by your beloved.

“Let me prove it to you. Please.”

“We are to be wed, what more of a proof than that, my love?” You grabbed his pleading face in your hands in a loving way as you smiled warmly at him trying to appease his temper. 

“There’s another way to prove my love to you.”

“What are you suggesting, Aemond? As much as I adore you, I won’t lay with you before our wedding, I’m an honorable lady.” You frowned at him. Is it even him that I’m trying to calm down or am I just trying to stop this for my own sanity?

“I do not plan to tarnish your maidenhood, not right now at least. I have other ways to prove myself to you.”

“What ways?”

“I can start by tasting you” You scoffed at him?

“Like… my blood?” He laughed softly and kissed your forehead in a loving manner.

“I’ll show you, but first change into your nightgown, it’ll be more comfortable for you like that.” He proceeded to turn around to give you some privacy.

You saw him walk across the room until he reached the velvety wingback chair and sat down manspreading as he contemplated the clacking flames of the fireplace. He has a gorgeous side profile, you noticed. High cheekbones that gave him a striking and elegant aura, that well defined jawline, and his only remaining eye whose blue shine revealed a lifetime of struggle that had gone unspoken, and of course, always dressed in black leather tailored to fit his broad shoulders and well-built figure making a fine contrast with the silvery color of his long hair.

He was a true obsidian beauty like those rocks from the volcanoes that destroyed Old Valyria. 

A prime example of balance of power, elegance and danger.

His face had been carved by the 7 gods themselves, no one can be that damn effortlessly gorgeous. You had to swallow the lump in your throat at the thought of him being all yours. 

He guided you to your bed after you were done changing; trying to control himself as much as he could but he was a man after all, and you were breathtaking. His head was spinning, clouded by the burning desire he was feeling for your body that he could clearly see thanks to the sheerness of your nightgown. 

Aemond could see the soft mounts of your breasts, the silhouette of the soft curves of your body, the apex of your legs, and every single detail of your body. He was getting drunk by the lust he was feeling for you. You watched him swallow his own saliva.

You were feeling so incredibly hot by the way he was gawking at you; his usual blue eye(s) filled with love were now a darkish blue filled with a carnal desire, and that aching in between your legs that you’ve never felt before was not helping you. 

I want him to touch me. 

Aemond noticed your pleading face and decided to finally lay you down in your bed. His mouth went to yours in a hot desperate kiss, so unlike the sweet ones you had shared until now. This one had you humming and begging for air out of the intenseness, both of you desperate to get something more from the other. Both of you kissed the other one fiercely and passionately.

Aemond released a low, deep grunt surprised by your response as he swallowed down the soft sounds you made. 

Your doom started when his knee positioned itself in between your legs, nudging them apart while his hands dipped under your nightgown and rode it up to your chest, completely exposing your naked body to him. He stopped for a few seconds to admire your body, his heavy stare on your breasts and the apex of your legs felt almost predatory.

 As if he had found a perfect prey to eat. 

As if he was a real dragon and you were a mere sheep for him to devour.

Then his mouth got back to work on you again, leaving barely noticeable kisses in your jaw and your neck. Aemond noticed the way you shivered when he was kissing your neck, he was definitely going to remember that for future events.

In utter bliss, you released something in between a moan and whine in the gentleness of the moment as the prince used his hands to play with your breasts. The texture of his strong and calloused hands against your soft flesh felt marvelous. 

His lips lowered, disappearing from your view, but you could feel the tickling of your stomach and your hips with the soft kisses he was leaving behind. More kisses trailed up your hips to your thighs, light and airy like the touch of a feather.

You are left wanting more after what Aemond did on your breasts, craving his hands and his kisses in the most sacred place of your body. So, so bad. No thoughts of what ifs, honor nor sanity were present in the room. Your worries faded as you imagined the feeling of his mouth in your center, only thoughts of lust and desire were left. 

Then his airy kisses reached that place. He stops for a second to look at your face, but you were so consumed in your own desire you didn't notice his stare. He looked at you in awe, that was the first time he had seen you show your emotions without reservations. Those were your raw emotions and expressions, it was something worth remembering, he thought. 

Aemond nuzzled his nose into your heat to gently sniff at it just to moan at the raw addictive smell, then his mouth slowly separated the meaty lips so he could slip his tongue inside where it worked up and down, lapping up your slickness. 

“Seven fucking hells” You exclaimed in a desperate tone as you kept letting out soft cries and incoherent words begging for more.

Your moans reached the ceiling as his tongue kept moving up and down, you said his name in a whiny tone at the consuming feeling. It didn't take you long before you were pushing your hips up to push your center against his face as much as you could hoping to get more friction and weakly tossing your head against the soft sheets and pillows as you kept whimpering whines and pleas.

You fully embraced the consuming feeling, moaning louder and curling your toes not caring about getting discovered.

Please, please, please, please. You said it like a mantra. 

With every hip roll, you experienced a tight, scrumptious pressure that burst through your pelvis. Every time he firmly pressed on your throbbing, aching bundle of nerves with his lips, or tongue, a flame shot through you, so unbearably hot that it kept leaving you breathless in its aftermath. 

Aemond’s face was messed with your essence, and a remote part of you swells with pride as his hands tighten on your thighs and his face is sandwiched in between your legs. He was yours, he only loved you and he was proving that to you.

Aemond inhaled shakily while his eyes fluttered open and his gaze met yours, eye(s) drunk on you and face glistening from face to chin, glossy from the wetness of your release. 

He never knew he had been thirsty his whole life, not until he tasted and drank of you.

You could not have been more enticing, nothing could be more pleasing to him than your warm, soft thighs pressing against his cheeks, firmly gripping his long and silvery hair as he turned his head up to see your expressions—eyes rolled back, mouth gaped open, and back arched high enough for him to be able to see your tits bouncing softly.

There was a small pause and you thought he was going to stop and leave you like that, but he didn't. Instead, he switched his mouth to suck your clit lightly, his movements were slow, keeping you wanting and begging for more, and Aemond happily obliged you. 

His arms wrapped around your thighs and dragged you down to bury his nose even deeper than he already was until it disappeared into your center. It felt like a wave of static dancing over your whole body. Your mind couldn't make out the details of all the lewd noises you heard his tongue made as he was licking up all the essence while groaning softly against your center.

 He planned to spend a little more time like this with you, truly. He wanted to soak in the sweet sensation of his mouth against you, yet the initial rush of pleasure pierced your skin.

Overwhelmed by the invasive and foreign feeling of your first climax, you actually had to reach down to grab his messy hair in your hands to stop the overstimulation he was putting you through; he left his place in between your legs to wrap one of his hands on the nape of your neck, holding you in place with the heaving rise and fall of both your chests to passionately kiss you. 

Was that…. you that you were tasting in the kiss?

Oh Gods, I’d be in love with me too.

Aemond was never a religious man, at least not like his mother was, but he would pray to both the old gods and the new on his knees to thank them for sending him a woman like you to a man as cursed as him. 

He smiled down at you, “Now you’re going to ride my face like the fucking dragon I am.”

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