i am afraid of nothing .

the carved wood of the doors dug into your back, sure to create even deeper indents everytime aemond drove into you. your dress and undergarments were lifted hastily and bunched around your waist, the green silks and brocade sure to be wrinkled by time the two of you were done.

aemond grunted, pausing temporarily to jostle you higher up against the doors. a startled moan leaves your lips when this action causes his cock to spear into you even deeper, knocking against the sensitive opening of your womb. you clutch tighter onto his leather clad shoulders, palms barely able to make purchase with how overcome you are.

“will you miss me when I'm gone, beloved?” aemond drawls out, his vowels slightly slurred and speech short from, well, being inside of you. you tended to have that effect.

“will you miss me while you're gone, my love? or will you find some buxom whore to warm your bed and suck your cock?” you retort sharply, not hindered in the slightest though you were currently being fucked within an inch of your life.

aemond scoffs, retaliating in response to your thinly veiled attempt to start a fight with a brutal thrust that nailed your g-spot in one go, temporarily making your vision white out. when you come to, you see his smug face twisted up into a smirk at making you lose your composure. you quickly aim to rid him of his arrogance, clenching down around his cock in a vice grip. it works; aemond lets out an indecently filthy groan, his slender hips stuttering against your fuller ones.

aemond hisses, the sound melting into a wry laugh as he continues fucking you.

“how could i, wife? only you could attempt to raise my temper as i am inside you, and manage to make me feel even more lust instead of anger.”

“remember your proclamation,” you retort darkly, “when you emerge victorious from the battle with your blood up, and a particularly comely camp follower begins making eyes at you, husband.”

you lean down, nose brushing against aemond's, lips barely touching, and breath mingling.

“for if i hear word you have taken another woman to bed,” you whisper, barely audible “i will cut that whore's throat and fuck you covered in her blood.”

aemond stops at this, his remaining eye widening in shock and his mouth gaping open. you take advantage of his lapse in control (though it's questionable that he ever even had it in the first place), slamming your mouth against his and tangling your tongue with his, sucking on it. this seems to have snapped him out of his stupor, as he groans and begins fucking into you with a new passion, seemingly driven to mad lust at your threats.

he's pounding away at your cunt with newfound vigour, stirring up your insides and constantly bullying that one spot over and over and over. you choke a sob out against his mouth, breaking away with a gasp to throw your head back and let out the loudest moan you have yet, the kingsguard sure to have heard you this time.

“fuck,” aemond curses, feeling the beginning spasms of your orgasm as your cunt flutters wildly around him, “come for me, beloved. show me why i shouldn't stray from your bed. come.”

you break apart with a wail, back arching off the wall and your cunt clenching around aemond in a near suffocating embrace. he groans gutturally, hips punching into yours in broken staccato until he spills into you with your name on his lips as a curse and salvation both.

“now you have something of mine to keep you company, beloved,” aemond pants, ”my son in your belly.”