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avtrbee · 1 year

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in the beginning (part 2)

✢summary: in a final attempt to salvage the rift between your families, you suggest a marriage pact between you and and alicent’s second son (part 2 of in the beginning)

✢pairing: aemond targaryen/reader, 3.7k words

✢warnings: typical targaryen incest, possessive aemond, i think i write aemond in a darker way than what tumblr sees him as, add more lmao

✢a/n: hello everyone! i'm glad by the attention in the beginning got :)) thank you so much for your comments and notes and please do not hesitate to tell me how you feel about my work! your responses motivate me so much, thank you once again <33 there is no taglist for this fic, unfortunately. + gif isnt mine!

The next few days were a blur. True to your mother’s words, your trip back to Dragonstone had been postponed, though you were fairly sure you were to stay in Kings Landing indefinitely as Aemond’s wife. Once the news of your engagement has reached the ears of the realm, you have been subjected to endless congratulations from lords and ladies and their best wishes. Your brothers, on the other hand…well, you didn’t stick around for that.

“You can’t evade them forever, sweet girl,” your mother tells you. She has little Aegon beside her who runs towards you as soon as he spots you.

“Do they hate me?” You ask quietly. You sit on a bench outside of a balcony, wringing your hands. You despise the way you sounded so timid- so weak. At least Aegon is content and happy playing with your skirts, oblivious to any conflict within the family.

You hear Rhaenyra’s steps as she walks to you with a hand on her belly. “Hate you?” She repeats with a small laugh. “You have held Jace’s heart since the day he held you. Luke looks up to you more than anyone.” Her slender finger raises your head by lifting your chin and stare you down with her gaze. “You cannot avoid your brothers forever.”

You weren’t avoiding them…you just preferred to delay their inevitable reactions. Unfortunately, your mother was right. It was Jace who finally cornered you in the gardens, waiting for Aemond to finish his morning sparring.

“I’ve missed you.” Jace’s words cut through the tension first. Guilt floods your mind. Out of all your brothers, Jace was the one closest to you. You remember Laenor complaining as he was tasked to chase two toddlers around the keep, with one going the opposite way of the other.

“It’s only been a fortnight, Jace. I’ve…I’ve been busy with the preparations,” you lie and Jace looks at you with a knowing glare. You avoid his gaze instantly. “Where is Luke? He normally shadows you like a lost pup.”

Jace shrugs. “I’m sorry that it had come to this,” he whispers, walking towards you. A closer look on your brother tells you that he had run away from sword training early as there was a thin layer of sweat that covers him. “I shouldn’t have let him get under my skin during the dinner, I should’t have-”

“I know,” you reply softly. Jace takes a seat beside you and you lean on him instantly. Jace had been your first knight, your first protector out of anyone. “I shouldn't have hit Aegon, too.”

“I don’t like it,” Jace announces and it does not surprise you. Bad blood between the Princess and the Queen’s children are well known. “I don’t want you to marry him.”

“I don’t like it either,” you admit. Not yet, your mind whispers. “Brother-“

“You asked for this, did you not?” Jace asks, looking at you. “Mother told us- Daemon too. You asked for this marriage. He did too, back in the day.”

You twist your head to look up at your brother. You have not heard this before. “What do you mean?”

You feel Jace’s shoulders shake as he laughs. “This is not the first time mother had tried to broker peace with the Queen. I was to marry Helaena and you to Aegon,” your brother tells you and you nod. You had known about the failed efforts and the betrothals that she had offered. “Aegon had boasted your betrothal to Aemond that day and I had never seen him so angry-” Jace laughs heartily. “-Aemond was still a little thing back then, and half as talented with a sword but he still challenged Aegon to a duel.”

“For my hand?” You ask amused and Jace nods in reply. “He liked me that much?”

“And now he will have you.” Jace finishes, “all because you have begged mother for it.”

His stare bores down on you and you feel a sudden rush of anger surge in you.You lift your head out of Jace’s shoulder and stand. “You should be on your knees, thanking me,” you seethe. You briefly wonder if you resemble your mother the most angry. “I am cleaning up the messes you have made.”

“I am only scared for you, mandia,” Jace confesses, taking your hand in his. His tone quells most of your anger, and makes you feel as if nine again with Jace gently scolding you for a broken vase. “We were only children, after all.”

“He was also a child,” you frown.

“Do not act like you were not complicit in teasing him,” Jace warns, “He does not carry bad blood towards you because of some childhood infatuation.”

“I did not tease him by flaunting a pig to be his dragon!” You reason. You were once a child, eager to accept any sort of attention from your brothers and uncles and wary of any action that would lose their favor. You were torn once you were old enough to realize that they had chosen Aemond to be their victim when he had always paid such gentle care for you.

You regret it now, turning a blind eye to Aemond when he was clearly suffering, and guilt bubbles in your chest when you remember Aemond welcoming you into his chambers to play despite looking the other way when he was pushed and thrown to the ground.

You recall his glum mood when you entered his chambers in the afternoon holding two wooden dragons on each hand.

From his seat, Aemond shyly peaked at your approaching figure. You could not have hid the gasp that escaped your mouth when you saw his face. Aemond’s right eye was beaten and swollen blue while his other side had streaks of blood running down his cheeks from his forehead.

“Aemond!” You rush to him, dropping the wooden dragons on the floor.

In a panic, you reached for a nearby rag on his dresser and began your attempt to wipe the blood off of his face. At your touch, Aemond flinches before you realize you have had to be gentle in treating his face. Gentle like he was to you.

“What happened?” You asked, dabbing on the already dried blood that ran across his cheeks. You moved away to dip the cloth in a glass of water in hopes to wipe the blood off his face.

“I was fighting,” Aemond answers, leaning in as you came back with a damp rag.

“Fighting who?” You try your best to be even more gentle once you got the the wound on his forehead.

“Aegon.” He turns his head to look at you when he answers. “I challenged him to a duel to protect someone.”

Your face morphs into shock. “Aegon?” You demand. “He is twice your size! They must be pretty important for them to make you fight Aegon.”

Aemond does not offer you a reply, but you do not mind. His silence means the less his head will move and thus, the more you could clean his face.

“You must see a maester,” you say in defeat. You had gotten a closer look at his now cleaned wound, and though it would not need stitches, it needs a special salve that Maester Mellos keeps in his rooms.

“Aemond?” You call for his attention when you realize he was not listening. Instead, his gaze is focused on the door of his chambers. You follow his sight and realize he was staring on the floor where you had dropped your wooden dragons.

“Do you think I’d ever get a dragon?” He asks.

You were careful enough to hide your pitying stare when he looked at you. You had found that Aemond loathes pity, especially when talking about dragons. You had tried to express your sorrow for him once, but he only responded in anger. “Maegor didn’t have a dragon until he was twenty-and-six,” you offer instead. “He got Balerion after it.”

“I don’t want to be like Maegor the Cruel!” Aemond protested, his eyes misting up in tears. “Aegon tells tales of dragonriding, it’s all he talks about. It’s freeing, he says, and everyone looks like ants when you look below. I’d never get to experience it. Even Helaena has a dragon.”

You gasp audibly, as an idea pops in your head. You grasp his hand, tugging him out of the room. “We can ride Vermithor!” You tell him. “He was King Jaehaerys’ dragon, the biggest after Vhagar so he can definitely saddle two. Maybe even more!”

Aemond snatches his hands back. “I don’t want to ride Vermithor! He’s yours! He’s not my dragon.” Aemond’s face looks at you contorts in betrayal and hurt.

You realize he thinks you’re mocking him. “No, no-” you reach out to grasp his hands again in a desperate attempt to satiate his temper. “I- I only meant you can ride with me! So you could feel what it’s like! Besides…” you trail off, uncertain.

Aemond looks at you curiously and squeezes your hand. You relent immediately. “Would you like to know a secret?” Aemond nods and you pull him closer. “Mother says I’m not to marry Aegon anymore,” you whisper, darting your eyes around the hallway for anyone who might listen. “She says the King and your lady mother had chosen to betrothe him to Helaena instead.”

You look around the hallway again, missing Aemond’s small smile that he could not resist even with a split lip. “Maybe…” you continue. “Maybe she’ll tell the queen to betroth me to you next, that way you don’t need your own dragon because husband and wives share things. All that is his is hers, and hers his.”

“Truly?” Aemond asks.

You nod. “Vermithor can be ours,” you insist. “Whenever you want a ride, you can always find me and we’ll ride together, then you won’t need your own dragon anymore." You tug his hand down the hall with full intentions of running to the Dragon Pit. This time, Aemond did not resist. “Let’s ride our dragon.”

Aemond had screamed so loud as he rode Vermithor behind you, as the dragon flew as soon as he sat down on the saddle. His hands squeezed your waist tighter as he shouted louder while you held on to the reins tightly.

Eventually Vermithor’s ascent comes to a stop, developing into a smooth sail along the clouds. “Open your eyes, Aemond!” You command.

“How did you know I was closing them?” Aemond quips, hugging your waist tighter despite the easier flight. You had no doubt in your mind that his eyes remained squeezed shut.

“Open them!”

For a minute, Aemond is silent. You had half a thought to threaten him to his fall if continues to close his eyes, but before you could word out your threat he whispered softly, “Beautiful.”

Then you imagine he took in the sight of Kings Landing and Blackwater Bay on top of the clouds, admiring the tall structure of the Red Keep and millions of houses surrounding it. From here, he could catch the view of the Kingswood as it peeks at the horizon.

You couldn't agree more. “Indeed.”

He was looking at you.

The rare sight of your mother, Queen Alicent and King Viserys together greets you as you land. Alicent runs to Aemond as soon as Vermithor is escorted back into the pit, and kneels in worry as she hugs her son.

“I thought-” Alicent mutters, smoothing Aemond’s hair over and over. “I had thought the worst.”

“Don’t worry, mother.” Aemond says, with the widest smile on his face. “I rode a dragon!”

Your mother was the sole opposite of Alicent for she did not reek of worry, she radiated in anger. Nevertheless, she rushes to you. “What were you thinking?” Rhaenyra demands. She tugs your ear. “If Aemond had fell-”

“But he didn’t, sweet girl,�� you felt the firm hand of your grandfather. Viserys looks down at you with a proud smile.

Behind you, your mother rolls her eyes. “Father, don’t save the damn girl. She’s spoiled enough as it is.”

“Ah, it’s her grandmother’s spirit, I tell you.” Viserys replies, his eyes twinkling at you in pride.

“Lady Alyssa?” You ask, already familiar with your grandfather’s tendency to compare you to his mother. “You and Uncle Daemon’s mother?”

“Yes, brave girl.” Viserys agrees with a nostalgic smile. “Have I ever told you my first ride on a dragon? I was no smaller than a babe when my mother, the Lady Alyssa…”

“If there is any penance we could do, sister, we would do it.” Jace’s voice tugs you out of your memory.

“I am the penance, Jace.” You say, frustrated. “I am the punishment. Our marriage will close the rift that we have opened.” It is not fair- none of it is. You try not to dwell on your situation too much lest you’d be tempted to thrash and throw an unladylike tantrum. If only you, Jace, and Luke were kinder to Aemond, if only Aemond didn’t lose his eye, if only your lady mother and lord father had other children-

“Have you seen his left eye, sister?” asked Jace. His tone is unrelenting and stubborn, too hurt from the reminder that a marriage needed to be born over childhood games. “I hear he has a sapphire in place of it. Some say he exchanges the gem to each day.”

“Jace, please,” You plead quietly, mindful that even in private gardens Kings Landing has ears. You cannot let them see anymore cracks of your house. “I am not asking you to be friendly, I’m only asking for civility for my sake, if not, for the realm.”

Jace holds your stare almost challengingly, before a voice rings out from the other edge of the garden.

“Betrothed,” greeted Aemond.

Your head whips to the direction of his voice. He stalks over the two of you like a tiger, each step a calculated move of restraint. He has grown so much now that Aegon could steal no victories in challenged duels, and you were sure he would fare well against Jacerys despite being a few years younger.

Aemond’s eye glinted in the sunlight as you see it roam your figure before slowly looking at Jace beside you. “Brother,” Aemond greets maliciously with a smirk upon his lips.

Jace gives a tight lipped smile that almost looks painful. He regards Aemond with a curt nod. “Not yet.”

Your head turns back to face your brother with a glare and he meets your gaze in equal rebellion. You echo your previous plea to him in your head desperately as if he could hear your thoughts. Before long, Jacerys relents and breathes out a sigh.

He extends an arm to your head, bringing your forehead close and presses a soft kiss on your temple.

“I was just leaving, brother,” Jacerys says as he steps away from you. It was not the best response he could have given, but you did ask for civility and not sudden camaraderie. You give him a grateful smile as he turns and walks away.

“Hmm,” was all Aemond had to say as he saw the silent batte between the two eldest children of his sister. Wordlessly, he offered you his arm which you graciously accepted and he led you to the opposite side of Jacerys’ path, walking you deeper in the gardens of the Red Keep.

For the past two weeks, it had become a habit for you to wait for Aemond to finish his morning lessons with Ser Criston Cole and you would roam the Red Keep’s halls with your arms in his. Sometimes he surprises you with courting gifts. Once, he had given you a necklace embedded with huge sapphire stones and little rubies surrounding it.

“For your Velaryon and Targaryen blood,” Aemond explained, as you turned and raised your hair. His fingers were gentle as he hung the necklace around your neck.

“Why bother with these courting gifts?” You asked. “I am to marry you anyway.”

“A reminder to the others,” he simply replies.

You try your best not to snort. You had almost smirked in amusement once Aemond had presented you with the necklace. You pretended not to notice that the shades of the sapphires were far deeper than the color of your father’s house, but instead perfectly matches the shade of his left eye. You would not be surprised if the sapphires were cut from the same stone to what was in his face.

Despite your initial reaction to the betrothal, you had found yourself charmed at the gesture- not that you would openly admit it.

“Jacerys is fond of you,” Aemond says after a few moments. He had said nothing as you strolled through the gardens until now. “He is incredibly protective.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at Aemond’s hypocrisy, with the weight of your sapphire necklace sitting heavily on your neck a screaming reminder to anyone that you were spoken for. “He is my brother,” you reply instead, clutching Aemond’s arm. “My first knight before any of the others.”

Aemond gave another hmm, offering no reply until minutes later when he asked- “Does he fuck you?”

You halt immediately, eyes widening at the accusation. You blink at Aemond once trying to understand if you had heard him wrong. Aemond’s gaze looked at you expectantly.

“What.” It came more of a statement than a question.

“Does he fuck you?” Aemond calmly repeats, tugging your arm to continue your walk. If you weren’t too bewildered, you would have noticed the slight tremble in his hand.

“He’s my brother!” You protest, disgusted. Your face contorts in what you would imagine your expression would be if you had bitten into a lemon.

Beside you Aemond scoffs. “As if that has ever stopped our family before.”

You tilt your head in consideration. Well- he’s not wrong. “He doesn’t. He wouldn’t dare,” you answer. “He is a gentleman to a fault. The only women he can talk to freely are me and our mother.”

Aemond’s eyes squint in thought. “Has he ever bedded a woman?”

“Why are we discussing Jacerys’…bedroom activities?” You snap. You do not want that image in your head, especially since his rooms in Dragonstone are directly beside yours. “Please remind me.”

Before you knew it, you had arrived at the courtyard where Aemond had been before he came to you at the gardens. Aemond slows down to a stop.

“Tell me, my lady,” Aemond whispers as his nose trails your jaw. He has caged you in his presence behind a pillar in the courtyard. “Have you ever touched a man?”

You hitch a breath as you feel his hand clump your dress’s fabric, slowly pinching it up, up, up. You feel the summer breeze on your now exposed leg. Your eyes frantically roam the courtyard, wary of any person that was unfortunate enough to pass by, all the while Aemond’s face remains close to you.

You can feel every breath he takes and he lets out as he leans further in you like Aemond was taking a good sniff.

“It’s alright,” he coos, his free arm patting your hair. “I admit I have lain with a woman before.” Your eyes snap to look at him, almost insulted. How dare he tell you this like you aren't his betrothed? You get the sudden urge to rip the necklace off you and throw them on the ground only to see his expression.

But it seems like your anger fuels him more. “Aegon dragged me to a brothel,” Aemond explains, trying to placate you. “If I had known you were to be my wife I’d turn any woman away. So- tell me, my lady, have you?”

Aemond looks at you with a smiling look but you are still wary.

“I have,” you admit quietly and Aemond’s face drops.

“With who?” He shakes as he asks you this, his fist shaking as he holds your dress.

You see the Targaryen madness poets speak about your family in his violet eye that glints of violence no matter what you will say. The madness had killed the builders of the Red Keep,

“A stableboy. In Dragonstone.” Your voice is a whisper as your own eyes look up to him nervously.

“A stableboy?” Aemond repeats, his eye glinting once more before your hand clamps on his wrist in a panic. Aemond’s hand has suddenly wrapped around your throat, squeezing threateningly. There was no dangerous pressure- not yet- but his hands shake like he wants to snap your head off.

“Aemond-” you try to plead but he is far gone.

“You sullied yourself for me,” he whispers incredulously, “for a stableboy?”

“You have fucked a whore,” you seethe as you feel his hands tighten.

Immediately, his hand is gone from your neck. His palm cups the back of your head and pushes it to his chest where he lays his chin on it. “It’s alright,” he whispers, all traces of malice gone from his voice. You feel the vibrations of his voice on your head. “With a mother with three bastards and a brother with hundreds more, we didn’t know any better did we?”

You try to rip yourself off him, insulted at his remark at your mother but his hand remains firmly behind your head. Aemond cages you with his palm and his leathers.

“Shhh,” he whispers. You feel his fingers leave your dress as his palm makes contact with your thigh. You feel your eyes flutter as his hand roams your leg, his fingers gently caressing up, up, up-

“My prince, my princess.”

The way Aemond turned around to face the approaching servant was comically elegant, if his hand were’t so near your cunt just moments before. You try to calm your heart that was beating so loud that you were certain the servant would have heard it.

“There are dressmakers ready for you in your chambers.” To your dismay, the servant’s gaze turned worrisome at the sight of you. “My princess, are- are you alright? Shall I fetch the maester? You’re face is burning.”

“Oh,” You chuckle awkwardly, a hand coming up to your face. “I didn’t realize-”

“The princess is cold. No need for any maesters,” Aemond answers swiftly, before turning to you. “Come, my lady,” he coos mockingly with the devilish smile like he could hear the rapid beat of your heart. “The dressmakers are waiting.”

Absolute cunt.

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multific · 1 year

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Push and Pull

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: A couple of months ago you were arranged to marry Aemond Targaryen. The Princess of the East they called you, somehow you fell in love at first sight with Aemond. But now, your insecurities come forward regarding the woman from his past.

Aemond was beyond confused.

Just that morning, you told him how you never wished to be his wife.

And now, there you stood, crying your heart out as you kept going on about Alys.

Aemond would be a liar if he said he didn't love Alys, he sure did. His relationship with her however had to end when his mother announced his marriage to the Princess of the East.

Aemond broke off his interest with Alys the moment he was told he would marry someone.

He didn't wish to bring suffering to a woman. While he did love Alys, he knew his duty as a prince.

Then you arrived.

And what a lovely Princess you were. Much like him, you were reserved and he often found you with your nose in a book.

Your beauty took his breath away.

You were much like him, yet so different.

Aemond learned that you were the fourth child in your family, meaning no one really took care of you.

All your siblings were boys.

But nothing broke Aemond's heart more than seeing you cry so much.

"I know you wouldn't even look my way if it wasn't for our marriage. I know I will be never her." you whispered the last part.

It made Aemond move.

He was now standing in front of you, he grabbed your hand as your other hand grabbed his wrist, afraid he would hurt you.

"I do not want you to be her. I want you to be you. Princess of the East. My Wife. As you are. I do not want you to suffer."

But it was clear, you didn't believe him.

And he was not blaming you for it.

Everyone often reminded you just how beautiful Alys is, how much Aemond loves her.

"I will not lie to you, I do have feelings for her, but I also have feelings for you. You are my wife, the woman I will live with for the rest of my life. I wish to have a great relationship with you. So we could try and be happy."

Aemond let go of your hand but you didn't let go of his. Holding his wrist, he felt you pulling him closer.

Your other hand came up to his shoulder and started to push him away.

Pulling him and pushing him at the same time.

It was confusing.

He was confused.

You could see it in his eyes.

"I want nothing more than for us to be happy. But I refuse to live in the shadows of another woman. Refuse to be a second choice because I know you would go running back to her the moment you would be allowed to. Your duty keeps you here, your mother keeps you here. If I cannot be the only one you love, I don't wish false promises of happiness from you." Aemond looked straight into your eyes, his free hand moved to remove his eyepatch.

He honestly thought you might get scared or disgusted but no, you didn't even blink as you looked into his eye and the sapphire which replaced his lost eye.

"I want to have you as you are. You are my wife. You are my only love. I do not wish to have anyone else. She is the past, you are the present and future." he tried to take a step but your hand on his chest pushed him, while your other on his wrist pulled him.

It was clear to him, you were conflicted.

You wanted to be held by him but you were also scared of empty promises.

He understood, bringing your hand to his lips he kissed the back of it.

"I swear on my dragon's and my own life. I am not lying when I say these words to you, Y/N." suddenly your hand on his shoulder stopped pushing. Instead, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him close with both of your hands, arms moving around him, Aemond hugged you back.

You really hoped you didn't make a mistake by trusting him.

You really hoped he was not lying.

You weren't sure what you would do if you found out that he did.

But somehow, as his breath tickled your neck and he pulled you close, smelling your hair, you had a feeling he really wasn't lying.

He will have you as you are, his perfect wife. And you will have him as he is, a great husband who promised you the sky and the stars as he pulled you in for a kiss.

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thesoftestirises · 1 year

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ravenous

♡ pairing : aemond x reader ♡ rating : 18+. this is gratuitous porn, sorry. ♡ word count : 1.2k ♡ warnings : light degradation, humiliation, spit kink, oral (f receiving), fingering, cheating ♡ summary : Aemond just wants to make you his. ♡ a/n : oops.

“People are going to think you’re getting murdered if they come around here,” Aemond whispered, his warm breath dusting across the sensitive skin of your thighs. “You’re practically screaming.”

“S-sorry,” you stuttered, taking the blanket underneath your body into your fists and clenching hard.

“Mm, don’t apologize. No one comes this far into these woods,” he said, running a hand up your shin and seizing your leg at the crook of your knee. “Besides, I like seeing you fall apart for me, my dearest lady.”

“Fuck off,” you said, giggles slipping from your lips. “I’m still in one piece.”

Aemond smirked, pressing his lips to the top of your mound and leaving a delicate kiss that seemed inappropriate for the lewd situation you were in. “Fear not, I shall remedy that as I always have.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but Aemond swiftly cut you off by attaching his mouth to your clit and sucking harshly.

“Oh Gods,” you said, your hands flying down to tangle themselves in Aemond’s long, silver hair. “No, no, no.”

Aemond chuckled, and you could feel him smirking against your lower lips. “Do you want me to stop?”

“I’ll kill you if you stop,” you said harshly, tugging on his locks. “Keep going.”

Aemond huffed out an amused laugh and brought his hand to your entrance, slipping in a long, elegant finger as he used his tongue to lap sloppily at your folds. You whimpered, feeling his saliva mix with your juices to utterly drench you.

“You’re so loose, my lady. I bet I could fit my cock and two fingers inside this perfect cunt of yours.”

He pushed a second finger alongside the first with no word of warning, punching a surprised moan from you. He sunk into you inch by inch, rewarding you with filthy licks against your folds for taking what he was giving you. Once he had the two fingers fully seated inside you, he began petting against your inner walls, stroking along all the sensitive spots he could find. You squeaked at the combination of him pressing against a particularly sensitive knot of nerves inside you and sucking on your clit. At this point, you were sure your grip on his hair had become painful, but he hadn’t complained once.

“I could devour you daily,” Aemond murmured, his voice muffled as his lips stayed pressed against your wet heat. “You taste so fucking good. If I was king, I’d decree that you never be let out of my bed.”

“I suppose I should thank my stars Aegon is the heir and not you,” you said between ragged breaths.

“You should,” he said. “If I was the heir, I’d have demanded to take your maidenhead by now. I would have done so on white bedsheets and displayed the blood you spilt as the new Targaryen House flag. I’d turn the pattern into my personal sigil.”

“Gods,” you said, laughing weakly and shaking your head. “You’re disgusting.”

“I want to consume you as you consume me,” he said, moving his free hand to your hip and digging his fingers into the soft flesh there. “I want to ruin you.”

He pressed the third finger in with as little ceremony as the second. You gasped and gently pushed down on his head.

“Aemond, it’s too much-“

“No, it’s not. You’re going to take it, my lady. And you will do well to thank me.”

You tossed your head back, back arching in pleasure as he pressed against your bundle of nerves relentlessly. He shifted up from his position crouched between your legs to kiss at your almost unresponsive mouth. He had moved to sit forward on knees in front of you, balancing his body above you on his free arm placed to your side. It didn’t seem like a particularly comfortable position, but he didn’t show any sign of it being less than natural.

A slow heaviness began to settle in your lower abdomen, signaling to you that you were near your breaking point. He whispered praises you couldn’t keep track of in your haze of pleasure.

“Aemond,” you said, looking into his eyes - the pale blue iris and the sparkling sapphire alike.

“Are you at your peak, my lady?”

You nodded hastily, moving your hands to his shoulders. “Almost.”

“Do not hold back, my lady. Come on my fingers. Show me how your cunt would tighten on my cock,” Aemond whispered, smirking at you when you looked at him with a dazed expression. “I’ll reward you handsomely for your efforts.”

You blinked warily at him, gasping every time he rubbed down harshly on your clit. “What-what kind of reward?”

“Well I suppose it’s more of a reward for me,” he chuckled, eyeing your lips suspiciously long. “Can I spit in your mouth?”

“Oh my god, Aemond,” you moaned, tossing your head back. Under normal circumstances, you would have been disgusted at the suggestion. But something about Aemond made you want to give him everything, even to your detriment. You wanted to let him own you inside and out, allow him to use your body for his pleasure and to keep you forever.

It was dangerous. He was dangerous. You should not be trusting him at all. But yet there was this softness to Aemond. He covered it thoroughly with a harsh exterior and a mercurial disposition, but you knew there was something gentle behind it. Something you could fall in love with. Something you were already falling in love with.

“That sounded like a resounding yes,” he laughed, kissing your temple. “I’ll give it to you after you come, okay?”

You nodded, feeling the beginning sparks of an orgasm approaching, the tingles spreading throughout your lower half. You naturally reached down between your legs to grab Aemond’s wrist as he was moving his fingers along your inner walls and started to let out breathless whines while closing your eyes.

“Go ahead, my lady. Come for your king,” Aemond whispered into your ear, calm and melodic.

You gasped and let the white hot pleasure consume you. Your spine naturally curved up and your mouth fell open as you let out little calls of his name in half whines, half screams, so taken aback by the strength of your orgasm you couldn’t think to control your volume.

The moment you were done whining and able to breathe again, Aemond took your chin into his fingers and brought his mouth over yours. He pressed his thumb into your lower lip, keeping your mouth held open as he spat inside. His taste was marred by the overwhelming flavor of your cunt, but you could still taste him underneath it all.

He closed your mouth for you and held it shut until he saw you swallow. He smiled when you did, pressing sweet, fleeting kisses to your lips and forehead.

“Good girl,” Aemond hummed, wiping off the beads of sweat that had gathered at your brow. “My good girl.”

If only that was true.

If only you were not betrothed to his brother.

If only you were his.

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slutforaemond · 1 year

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Tutoring Sessions

MODERN!AEMOND X FEM!READER | SMUT

Warning ⚠️: minors dni, sexual scenes, slight bdsm.

A/n : This is the full length smut for two other tutor Aemond drabbles I had written previously. You can read this on its own or you can read those drabbles before reading this. Also, I didn't get to proofread it, so please forgive any mistakes if found.

Link for PART 1 & PART 2.

@letmeloveyouuuu

Hope you like it ! 💜

Deep breaths.

Take in deep steady breaths.

You kept repeating the instructions in your head as you walked over to your room with him tailing behind.

It had been weeks now since Aemond had started tutoring you; and weeks since you've been feeling the burning heat between your legs.

You prayed to God he wouldn't notice the slight tremble in your legs as you pulled your seat back.

You stood there staring at him as he took his own seat. Your eyes were trained on his every little movement. By now you knew by heart how the first few moments would unfold.

You recited the actions in your mind beforehand as he did his little routine.

First he would pull off the black hair tie off his left wrist with his teeth.

Then he would put his long snow hair back in a careless bun. His arms flexing subtly, as he would take the tie off his mouth to secure the bun.

He would crack his knuckles while stretching, making every vein of his strain on his muscles seductively.

And then finally he would bring out a pen from his pocket and recline in the chair, with his legs spread wide and would look at you with a raised eyebrow, waiting for you to show your homework.

"Well? You're gonna sit or what?"

The deep voice snapped you out of your daze and you realised you were gawking at him while still standing behind your chair like a fool.

You felt your face heat up as you scrambled to sit down, mentally cussing yourself for behaving like a clutz.

Aemond shifted his gaze back to the books spread across the table and began to look at your work.

Did he not notice?

You didn't know whether to feel relieved or dissapointed.

After weeks of lusting over your tutor in silence you finally decided to make a bold move.

That day you 'forgot' to wear your bra beneath your cute baby pink t-shirt, which sat tight across chest.

But seeing as how Aemond didn't even spare a glance at your body, you surmised he must've not noticed it yet.

You still had hope to catch his attention though.

You leaned forward, pushing your your tits together, to look at your notebook that he was currently checking.

You deliberately shifted close enough to let your breath fan his arm softly as he checked your work.

You looked back at his face, hard with concentration. The deep rumbles as he hummed to each correct answer, made you feel lightheaded. It was a wonder how you hadn't moaned out loud yet.

Dejectedly you spent the next half an hour working on math problems.

Does he really have no interest in me ?

You thought to yourself.

You decided to try again . Your hand slipped purposefully and dropped the pen you were holding, which rolled right between Aemond's legs.

The fates must've been on your side.

While whispering a soft 'oops sorry' you get down on your knees and lean slowly and deliberately between his legs with extra care to push your shorts clad ass in the air. You didn't dare look at him but you fantasized the kind of expression you would want on him.

Letting a slow sigh you stretched forward to retrieve your pen, but a sharp tug on your hair made you stop.

You felt your head being pulled backwards by a firm but gentle grip.

"Hmm" he said with a soft smirk, eye glittering with amusement. "Now that's enough kitten."

You gulped as you were forced to look up at him, feeling like a child caught in mischief.

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Aemond felt air getting knocked out of his body when the door opened to reveal you.

His eye immediately fixated on your chest. Your tshirt was sitting tight over your perky breasts, with nothing in between the flimsy cloth and your skin.

He never expected such a meek creature as you to make such a move.

He noticed your deep blush and avoiding gaze and chuckled internally.

Teaching you every time was a torture for him. Not that you were a bad student, infact your performance was more than satisfactory.

What drove him mad was how he seemed to be losing his senses whenever he was around you.

Aemond had always led a disciplined life with a strict moral sense. But when it came to you, the dam of discipline he had created to keep his beast self inside, seemed to be at it's bursting point.

He had managed to hold himself back thinking he would let the dam finally burst upon you, but only after your exams, when he wouldn't tutor you anymore. He thought he had been managing well until that day.

The sight of your half exposed asscheeks swaying infront of him; your tied up hair revealing your neck, the jiggle in your tits every time you leaned forward towards him and the sight of the pebbled nipples through your flimsy tshirt drove him absolutely feral.

He could see you were trying hard to catch his eye. Your little pouts of dissapointment at his lack of response made him want to snatch you up on his lap and kiss the life out of you.

But he wouldn't give in that easily.

Or so he thought.

The moment you crouched between his legs, deliberately swaying your ass right up at him, was when he had had enough. There was no way he could hold back after that stunt.

Before he could even gather his thoughts, his hand shot out to grab your hair and pulled it back.

"Now that's enough kitten."

"Tsk tsk tsk" he tutted playfully, still holding your head in place. " You've been very distracted today have you not?"

You just avoided his gaze in response. You felt fear , or was it thrill rushing through your veins?

You had wanted this exactly, had you not? So then why did your mouth go dry at being caught?

"Words." He said sternly.

"Y-yes."

You didn't know. You didn't know whether you were scared or excited. But all you knew was you wanted his skin on yours.

"Hmm." That was all he said. You expected him to tell you off but he just stared at you with an expression you recognised as intense lust. You followed his eye which left burning trails on your body wherever it gazed upon.

He slowly stood up, your head still held captive by him jerked backwards at the movement.

He tugged at your hair, gesturing you to rise and so you did.

Standing so close to him, made you see him in entirely different light. You could see every detail of his handsome face and you could hear him breath.

Wordlessly he made you turn around to face the desk.

You were confused but you let him take the lead.

"Solve."

Wait what? Wasn't this the part where the racy stuff should begin? What did he mean by solve?

You looked back up at him and blinked in utter confusion. He raised his eyebrow by a millimetre, as if to say " You heard me."

"Excuse me?"

" I'm not going to repeat myself." The threat to not try his patience was evident in his voice. You dared not to challenge him, so you turned to the open textbooks with math problems and begrudgingly started to solve them.

Your pen halted as you felt a masculine hand snake up at your waist and other at the small of your back.

You felt him bending your body slowly with grace. Your breath hitched at his hand grazing your half exposed bottom.

"I didn't tell you stop. Continue."

Was he serious? You wondered to yourself. But deciding to not cross him, you tried hard to focus back on the math problem.

Your hands trembled as you felt him feeling up your ass. A sharp gasp escaped you when you felt him pulling your short up, wedging them between your legs. You felt cold air brush against your exposed skin.

You tried to turn your head back to look at him but before you could, his hand shot up to hold your head in place , facing the notebook.

Your thoughts were just a haze at this point. Your laboured breaths were all that could be heard in your room. You pressed your legs together desperately to subside the throbbing of your cunt.

"Wrong." His deep voice announced before you felt a sharp sound of skin slapping on skin, and moment later the pain washed over you like ice cold water. Your mouth hung open in a silent scream as you tried to gasp for the air that escaped you.

Before you could question him about it, another ringing smack on your ass made you cry out loud this time.

A third one. And then a fourth.

You realised you had solved the question wrong.

By then you couldn't even support yourself up, and laid your head down on the desk.

A single tear escaped you. It hurt but with the depraved moans escaping your mouth on each spank, you realised you were loving every second of it.

He stopped after what seemed like eternity. Your ass was raw and burning hot.

You felt him bend himself over you until his face was inches above yours. He swept your hair aside and whispered in your ear, " You knew you needed that didn't you kitten?".

You could only whimper in response, to which he chuckled.

You felt a bit annoyed at his humor, and snapped, or at least tried to be as snappy as someone who just got spanked could be, " It hurts you know? Could've given me a warning."

"Hmm" he said while taking your earlobe between his teeth to nibble sensually.

His hand creeped between your ass to rest at your pussy. "For someone so pissed, this pussy seems to be awfully wet. It'll be dripping down your thighs any moment."

You moaned loudly as his long fingers slipped beneath the bunched up shorts and slid smoothly over your wet folds.

He sucked your earlobe all while playing with your swollen clit.

" You know what?" He finally let go of your ear. "You can't focus on your studies like that. I can see your pretty little head is full of filth. I'll need to fuck it out of you, right kitten?" He purred in a patronizing tone.

" Mm yes." You barely manage to get it out between your moans.

His fingers stopped dead. " Yes what?"

" Y-yes please Sir." You cried out at the lack of pressure on your needy cunt.

Instead of resuming he withdrew completely, but only to pull down your short and panties at one swift move.

You straighten up from the desk , but he quickly pushed you back down.

You thought maybe this was it, maybe he'll put it in now. But no. You peeped behind you to see he had sunk on his knees, with his face placed directly behind your ass.

The cool sensation of his breath hitting the wetness of your pussy made you shiver.

Aemond sat still for a few seconds, admiring the view laid out in front of him. The plump ass was now raw and red , thanks to him. Proud of his work, he started to run his lips along the angry red handprints across you soft skin.

Your hands reached back in embarrassment, to pull him away from burying his face in your ass. Aemond just held both of your wrists in one of his hands and bit your asscheek harshly, as if to give a warning.

He parted your legs with his knee, to get better access. The bundle of shorts that now looked at your ankles, restrained you from opening up anymore.

Aemond didn't waste a second and started to lap up your dripping juices like a hungry dog. His tongue exploring every crevice of your cunt. Just as you felt him play with your swollen bud, you lost it.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, and as for your moans, you couldn't believe you were capable of creating sounds such as those.

You face lay flat against the open notebook, as you lost almost all your consciousness.

You came again and again , until you lost count, and just when you were at the brink of passing out he drew back.

If he hadn't been holding you in place , you would have slumped to the ground in a messy puddle of your own.

He turned you in his arms to face him, and the sight made your your whole body go flush. White liquid was glistening on his lips as well as nose; even his chin was a mess covered in your release.

You reached out to wipe it off, but decided better against it. Getting on your tiptoes, you reached up and licked right across his chin, tasting yourself on him.

Aemond smirked at your boldness, and pushed his head forward to gesture you to continue.

Taking encouragement from that you began licking every last drop of liquid from his face.

Deciding you were taking to long, Aemond hungrily took your lips between his and sucked on them hard. The kiss was urgent and a mess of both your overwhelming passion. It felt like a and aggressive fight but with lips. You fought hard but gradually gave out, letting him take the lead.

While still kissing you get sank back in the chair and forced you on your knees between his legs.

He was crouching to kiss you while holding your head with both hands.

He finally let you go; your lips now swollen red.

Just as he withdrew himself from you, you slumped over his lap.

You head laying right in front of his crotch.

Aemond took a moment to realise he was living his fantasy, and it was way better than he ever imagined.

Your messy hair falling across your half closed eyes, red lips ; t-shirt see through with sweat showing your cute tits, plump thighs smushed together. You were a mess and yet to him you looked divine, especially while between his legs.

He gently swiped his thumb across your bottom lip and tucked stray stands of hair behind your ear. Bending down he pressed a soft lasting kiss with utmost gentleness.

You were surprised by the contrast this kiss had with the last one. You looked up at him with a silent plea, to hold you. And he understood.

Strong arms wrapped around you and lifted you up on his lap with ease.

You laid your head on his shoulders to take in his sweaty but masculine scent.

Aemond slid his hand over his crotch to finally free it from restraint. His hard member pressed into your soft supple ass.

He swiped the tip around your skin a few times , loving the way your flesh engulfed him.

Slowly he slid into your still wet pussy. You groaned loudly at the pain that spread in you lower body. Aemond kissed your neck softly on reassurance.

He drew you head back so that you could look him in the eye, and you did. You felt a surge of emotions from him, which you couldn't really describe, but you let those emotions wash all over you.

Biting your lip you adjusted yourself around him , trying to familiarise the pain.

Aemond raised the sweat soaked t-shirt to rest them over your tits. He latched himself on the right nipple as you started to slowly ground your hips to his.

The pain gave way to pleasure, and soon all you wanted was for him to fully fill you up with himself.

You were plopping up and down on his length, as he hungrily sucked your breast.

You felt yourself growing weak as you neared your release, and your pace slowed down.

As if on cue, Aemond's hands snaked around your waist to bring you impossibly close to him as he started to pound upwards inside of you.

His steady pounding made your moans come out in a rhythm. Your head lolled back to the crook of his neck as he increased his pace to a lightning speed.

You felt a loud ringing in your ears as you felt yourself shake in his arms while cumming all over him and his pants.

Even after that Aemond kept his pace and fucked you with all his might till he successfully chased his own release.

Both of you laid on the same position for the few minutes, heaving heavily.

In your state of half sleep you felt him kiss your forehead as he laid you on your bed.

Before leaving he whispered into your ear, "We'll continue our lesson tomorrow, okay kitten?"

All you could do was let out a soft hmm in response.

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lovelykhaleesiii · 4 months

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Aemond Targaryen | MASTERLIST #1

HEADCANONS:

His & Yours. [fanon!Aemond, fluff | smut]

A Figure in the Shadows... [vampire!Aemond, angst | smut]

ONE-SHOTS:

Betrothed [angst | smut | fluff]

Have You Missed Me? [smut]

Remedy [fluff]

Lead By Example [Modern AU | Dad!Aemond | angst | fluff]

Never Again [Dad!Aemond | angst | fluff]

Always Meant to Be. [angst | fluff]

Divine Beauty [Dad!Aemond | angst | fluff]

Serve Me. [Dark!Aemond | angst | smut]

Comfort This Agony [fanon!Aemond | fluff]

A Flower to Ruin... [cruel!Aemond | angst | smut]

Dearest, Ruthless Husband [Prince!Regent!Aemond | angst | smut]

The Spoils of Lies [angst]

Twisted, Beautiful Minds. [Dark!Aemond | angst | smut]

Comfort Zone [Modern AU | boyfriend!Aemond | angst | smut]

SERIES:

Work For It [fanon!Aemond, angst | fluff | smut] - Chapters 1 | 2 love

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astrumark · 1 year

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── WHERE IT TRULY LIES ★.

PAIRING: aemond targaryen x female reader.

SUMMARY: you are now a happily married woman, however, aemond will always pull you back.

WARNINGS: smut with plot, infidelity, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, face-sitting, p in v, mild choking, and dirty talk.

WC: 7.4K

NOTES: this is not new, i've deleted it accidently (yikes) and wasn't going to upload again but a lovely soul reached out and they haven't read it yet so here it is! as the title might give away this was inspired by the song moth to a flame - the weeknd. hope you enjoy!

He knew he couldn't marry you, as a prince of the realm, and on the verge of civil war, once his father passed, Aemond needed to secure an advantageous marriage with a powerful house, one that would increase their army numbers. You were not fit. Regardless of his affection for you: duty comes first. That is what his mother taught him. Under different circumstances, perhaps it could've worked out, you were not a lowborn, but your position was simply not high enough.

Aemond could be a cruel man, yes, but never with you. You have found your way into his heart a long time ago when you were but children. He couldn't be selfish and hold you back because of his desires because he also knew you needed to marry soon.

"You might do well to find yourself a suitor." He said in between kisses, you were straddling his lap on the sofa of his quarters, grinding on his bulge slightly, his breath stuttering as he held onto your waist.

You pulled away, with furrowed brows, swollen lips, and lustful eyes. The sight was almost too much for Aemond to bear. "What?"

"You heard me." Shadows danced across his face and you believed Aemond bathed by the candlelight was undoubtedly one of the finest views you have ever seen.

You hummed, a habit you picked up because of him, and then smirked. "Are you trying to get rid of me?" Your lips encountered his neck, leaving a trail of hot and wet kisses.

Aemond squirmed underneath you, holding your arms as he gently pushed you away. "I am not jesting," His expression was stern. "We cannot keep this going for longer, we must tend to our duties."

Your secret affair with Aemond started when you were both six and ten, nurturing an honest friendship long before that. The mutual pining reached its peak during a calm evening at the library. Over the years, you both found immense comfort in each other's arms. There have been a few whispers here and there, but that was the end of it. No clear evidence.

He paused. "My grandsire and mother were discussing convenient marriage pacts for me this afternoon. I will not remain unmarried for long, nor should you." His tone was not harsh, just plain.

"Let me help you, I want to be sure you will be safe. You must understand, my darling, this comes from a place of genuine concern. I promise to find you a worthy match, I want you to be settled." His warm fingertips softly brushed over your uncovered arms, making goosebumps arise on your skin.

You huffed defeated, you were aware that your time as someone unwed was running low, and you didn't need Aemond to remind you of that. However, when your eyes fixed on his you couldn't even find it in yourself to be cross with him, for you found nothing but tenderness in his violet iris, eye carefully studying your reaction.

"I know, Aemond. But I won't find myself a suitor the next morning. But fear not, I am not in secret hopes of marrying you." Your hands wrapped around his neck.

You nodded earnestly. Aemond watched you carefully for a few seconds before he locked his lips with yours once again, slow and tender. All of your thoughts and worries completely disappeared the moment he picked you up and threw you into his soft mattress, his lean body hovering over yours.

Aemond remained true to his words and pondered the options for you. He didn't want you to move away from King's Landing, for you were, most importantly, his friend and he would rather have you close to him. The prince didn't want you to be married to a disrespectful or much older man either. Soon he concluded that he should set you up with someone who was somewhat familiar to him, so he could be certain you would be treated well and watch over you from time to time.

Aemond was not one to often engage with lords, but he didn't completely despise Hadwyn Manning. The young lord had recently become head of his house and retained a large control over Blackwater Bay. He was rich enough, near enough, decent enough. The prince approached your father subtly, planting the idea inside the older man's head. It didn't take long until words of your courtship spread around the Red Keep.

Hadwyn was a 24-year-old man, with light brown locks, green eyes, and tanned skin. The lord has already been married and fathered a child with his late wife who unfortunately passed with a sudden fever. Due to already having an heir, Hadwyn wasn't keen to rush marital matters, and he made it quite clear. He would rather take his time knowing you to be certain and so he did.

Countless letters were exchanged, thoughtful gifts received, and many promenades transpired. Hadwyn had even taken you to a ride on one of his boats and prepared you the sweetest picnic while at it.

It was clear he was charmed by you. It's there in the way his eyes glistened when looking at you, and the grin that never left his mouth, the fact he would give you his undivided attention at all times, listening and watching you assiduously, and in the gentle touches. He was a gracious man, respectful and flirtatious at the same time. And you like him. Yet… there's still a longing lodged in your heart, a small part of you feeling empty and cold no matter what you do or think.

It had been part of your accord to end your rendezvous once either of you became betrothed, returning to being friends only to not complicate the situation. It seemed easy back then, but in truth, it wasn't. You craved for his touch just as a drunken craved for liquor, so much it was best to keep your distance. It seemed as if without Aemond, the world was less exciting and less colorful.

Visiting the Red Keep again, as per usual now, Hadwyn strolled with you around the garden. You held the puppy close to your chest, giggling and rubbing the animal's small belly as he writhes around, trying to bite anything it could grasp. You've mentioned on different occasions how you would like to have a pet, but that you weren't allowed to, and Lord Manning had now presented you with one. You were as surprised as overjoyed.

Aemond watched from afar, sitting on a bench. In a rare occurrence, he found himself free from tasks during the early afternoon and decided to accompany his sister and nephews to the gardens. A handmaid walked around with Maelor, who seemed entertained with the bushes, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera played with wooden toys on the grass, and Helaena stood not far, studying a dragonfly she caught. For anyone, Aemond seemed as stoic as ever, but there was turmoil inside him.

Hadwyn was doubtless enchanted by you and treated you kindly, and you seemed to like his company as well if your flushed cheeks and chuckles were any indicative, and as your friend, he should be content. This was his doing in a sort of way, so his discomfort was unwelcome and confusing. His building rage and jealousy were unwelcome and confusing. His fists tightened by his side, trying to control himself. Do not be selfish, Aemond.

After the dragonfly flew away from her hand, Helaena sat beside her brother, sighing as she breathed in the fresh air. Her gaze fell on you as well after a specific loud laugh, and she smiled softly at the couple playing with the puppy. When you put the dog on the floor and started following it sprinting around while chatting with your suitor, your hand brushed his, and after a shy glance, Hadwyn intertwined them together. A chaperone trailed behind you, not close but not far either, giving you the required privacy.

"They are sweet." Her voice was like cotton.

"Yes." It's all the one-eyed said, tone devoid of any emotion.

"Lord Manning seems like a very devoted man, I am happy for her. Not many women have the same luck. She deserves it."

Aemond nodded, swallowing down the lump in his throat. "Most certainly."

Your wedding gown was exquisite, fitting you like a glove, your hair and skin glowing. Your cheeks had been pinched and lips scrubbed with sugar and honey, and the smell of your fragrance lingered around the room. You have asked for a minute alone, preparing for your entrance. The ceremony was not the most luxurious, but it was lovely. You had personally dealt with the decorations, the musicians, and with the kitchen workers, making choices according to your liking.

When the door burst open you expected to see your father ready to escort you, and your eyes widened upon seeing Aemond. "What are you doing here?"

He made fast and long strides towards you, eye devouring the bittersweet sight of you. His hand then moved to your waist, bringing you closer to his body. "You look ravishing, my love."

Gods, you almost melted, breath caught in your throat and heart pounding as you felt his touch again and heard him praise you in such a velvety voice. A part of you wished to close your eyes and relish in the moment, forgetting all about what expected you on the other side of the door, but you found enough strong will to push his arms away from you. "Don't."

Aemond crossed his arms behind his back, noticing how your breath got heavier and smirking, knowing you're still so responsive to his touch satisfied him.

"You are right. My apologies, my lady." He didn't sound sorry in the slightest.

You fought back a smile at his behavior. "What is it, my Prince? What are your reasons for barging in here?"

"I wish to give you a wedding gift, before the ceremony."

You raised your eyebrows curiously, prompting him to continue.

He grinned a little before reaching his pocket, it was small enough to fit the palm of his hand, one he'd closed. You stepped closer, intrigued, and when he opened his palm, you gasped. Your eyes found his face, no doubt reminiscing the gem beneath his eyepatch, one you had grown used to and attached to.

Grabbing the ring from his palm, you studied it in awe. It had to be the most delicate jewelry you had ever seen, and it shined so bright, from the oval sapphire as the center stone to the scalloped diamonds accenting both sides, covering almost all of the ring with its shine.

"Every time you look at it, I want you to remember me, and our pleasurable time together," Aemond said and your cheeks warmed up. "Can you do it for me?" His hand touched your face daintily. "My star in the mist, will you not forget about us?"

"Never." You whispered but there was no falter in your voice, it was the truth. Aemond chuckled softly, nodding briefly.

Perhaps Aemond could still be a little selfish and give in to his jealousy, perhaps he needed to. He needed to see if he still had some power over you since you had been so busy lately with your future husband and the wedding planning, perhaps he needed you to wear a piece of him. It was obviously more than a wedding gift, it was an odd sort of claim. But a secret claim, such as your secret affair.

"Let me," He grabbed the ring and your hand, and you licked your lips nervously. Slowly, he placed the jewelry on your finger. You knew there was a deeper meaning behind the item, which was slightly amusing, nonetheless, it felt right on your finger, as if it was always there, to begin with. "It suits you."

"It does." Your eyes locks with his and for a minute you get lost, letting your mind wander. Aemond recognizes the look on your face because it's the same as his. And for that minute, you both wore your heart on your sleeves. For a minute, you prayed for time to stop. Your heart ached, and so profoundly. There's no need for words. You both understand each other's thoughts and feelings as if attached to a strange magic bond. It's yearning, it's acceptance, and most of all, sorrow.

Aemond pulled you by the back of your neck and rested his forehead against yours, breathing your scent. Your eyes shut, humming and brushing your noses. It's so comforting to be with him, feel him, breathe him. The prince leaned in and you opened your eyes, there's a silent question behind his eye, but before you could answer it, you heard heavy footsteps outside. He pulled back, recomposing himself. Your father looked shocked to see Aemond but he was soon soothed with the blonde's silver tongue and his excellent excuse. He leaves you without another word, only a nod.

The ceremony went smoothly, and you tried your best to focus on the feast happening around you. You entertained the guests and danced and pampered your new husband, but not as much as he pampered you. Any person would deem the ceremony as fun and would claim that you two were completely in love. Truth be told, you weren't in love with Hadwyn, but as you giggled the night away, you strongly believed it wouldn't be a hard task to be. You hoped it wouldn't.

It was a relief to know Hadwyn wasn't pretending to be someone he's not until you become his, for the lord remained as sweet and caring as ever through the moons following your wedding. You lived together harmoniously, and his son, barely three, quickly grew attached to you. It was a calm and quiet life most would be satisfied with.

It didn't stop you from thinking about Aemond, however. To reminisce about his touches and kisses as you pleasured yourself, and it became worse after you first visited the Red Keep after your wedding. Until then, you had exchanged innocent letters, the kind all childhood friends shared after moving away, but being close again stirred something you could no longer hold back.

You also have come to terms with the fact you would never feel for him as much as you feel for Aemond. They were entirely distinct. While Hadwyn was a faint flame of a bonfire in the morning, low but constant and warm, Aemond was dragon-fire itself,��boiling, wild, dangerous, and consuming. And that's alright. Maybe different loves are meant to feel differently.

It was there when Aemond's gaze moved from your husband to land on your hand, the one the sapphire ring laid, you had not taken it off, his violet eye darkened considerably, and a smile that could only be described as smug crept into his face.

For the rest of your stay it had been torture, the way he'd pressed his body against your back when you were practicing the bow and arrow for good fun, or the way his hand brushed yours as he passed you the milk during breakfast, when you were laughing together in the library and he accidentally laid his hand on your covered thigh, or how his chair was too close during supper, his delicious scent invading your nostrils and making your stomach tingle with a forbidden desire.

You believed it was simply a coincidence until you were back home and his letters shifted from friendly to immoral, and you had to burn it the second you finished reading them. In the first one, he explicitly wrote how your dress accentuated your body and how he wished to rip it off and absolutely devour you. The harsh and filthy words make you dumbfounded and horny, cheeks burning and an uncomfortable and sticky pool between your legs. You didn't know what had gotten into him, or even you for entertaining his sick behavior, as you replied to each of them in the same way. It was shameful and wrong, but as everything involving Aemond, it was also thrilling. And in all honesty, you could never deny him.

And then you reached your breaking point. You sneaked out of your shared bed in the middle of the night, your husband soundly asleep, and made your way to a reclusive inn. You paced around the room, fidgeting with the sleeve of your cloak as you waited for Aemond. Sending him only a small note with an address, you had no clue he'd come. Certainly, now that the war broke out, he had more urgent matters to attend to, so were you being selfish for wanting and almost demanding him? Absolutely, but so was he when he didn't let you go once you got married, so was he enticing you with filthy letters and making you sin even more for him.

The crack of the door makes your blood rush in your veins, breath stuck in your throat as you turn around. There he stands, in all his haughtiness, even when he's almost all covered by his cloak. He pulls the hood down, smirking at you. There's only silence as you watch him slowly take off the cloak and throw it on a chair. You lick your lips as you take in his leather clothing, then he proceeds to remove his worn and brown eyepatch, the one he would only use to run around King's Landing undetected. Your eyes trail his body hungrily, the glistening gemstone only making the knot in your stomach tighten. It's truly almost painful the sight of him, having him so close, and completely alone. You can ghostly feel his touch and smell already, and your heart hammers against your ribcage. You approach him under his amused gaze.

"I know you are up to no good to bring me to such a place at the hour of the owl." Aemond says as you halt in front of him.

"You are correct." You glance at his curved lips for a second before locking your eyes with his violet one again.

"Where's your dear husband I wonder?" He asks mockingly.

"Sleeping." You tilt your head, smiling slightly.

"Unaware you seek the company of another?"

"Not just another..."

"What else?" He questions curiously.

"The most charming and fierce prince of the realm. Hardly an offense."

Aemond rolls his eye, lips twitching upwards. "Quit your flattery."

"Do not pretend you don't love it."

"Have you enjoyed my letters?"

"Greatly, the same amount I despised it as well." Aemond scoffs. "What happened to our terms?"

"Impracticable."

"Were they?" You raise your eyebrow.

"Yes. How am I supposed to not fuck you anymore when I already got the taste of the most delicious cunt there is?"

You smirk, his crude words making your core clench around nothing. "Flattering me as well?"

"Simply being honest." He twirls a piece of your hair around his finger, placing his hand on your jaw after. "Does he fucks you good?"

You pause, remembering your intimacy with Hadwyn. It is not awful, just plain. It happens what you expect, and nothing else. You didn't feel comfortable telling him more of your preferences, afraid he would think low of you if you did so. Although recently you had managed to bring his hand to your bud and rode him once, it seemed he preferred to keep it as usual. With Aemond you never had to ask, it was always instinctively, you guessed he probably read many books about intercourse before laying with you because you knew he didn't have many experiences either. One, to be precise, and you doubt it actually counts, he was just a child after all. His question triggers a pang of guilt to wash over you, though. Your husband has been nothing but kind, and how do you repay him?

"I must be a terrible person." You mutter.

"You are not," You look at him incredulously. "A terrible wife, mayhaps, but not a terrible person."

You can't help the snicker falling off your lips as you hit his chest playfully. "Stop making me feel more guilty than I already do!"

Aemond hums, raising a brow. "Not guilty enough to stop you from answering my letters or coming here late at night." You avert your eyes.

"It 's alright. Did we once follow the traditions? Do you believe the Seven thought of us as fewer sinners when we engaged in sexual activities before marriage because we were unwed?" He grabs your chin. "Do not be ashamed. You are mine and cannot resist me. You and I are meant to be, we are more than a mere convenient marriage. Ain't I too supposed to be faithful to my future bride?"

"Is your betrothed very lovely?"

"You will be relieved to know you have ruined me. No other woman compares to you. Ever." Your heart flutters with his words. "Floris Baratheon seemed the least irritating of the sisters, that is all."

"Have you enjoyed my letters?"

"I keep them all." He answers, leaning his face closer to yours. Your knees almost fail you as you inhale his scent of leather, sandalwood, and bergamot. "Have you missed me as I missed you, my beautiful girl?"

"Possibly even more." You confess.

"Tell me why you invited me here, I need to hear it from your pretty mouth." His thumb trails over your lower lip.

"I was expecting you to keep to your word." You tease.

He chuckles. "That would take days."

"Certainly you can arrange some time for an old friend…"

His good eye seems to glimmer as much as the sapphire replacing the other. "Will this be an occurrence?"

You fidget with the button of his tunic. "It seems we cannot keep apart from each other, so I would guess so." You look into his eye.

"Mhm." His arm sneaks around your waist, bringing you even closer to his body, and you place your hands on his shoulders. "You haven't said it yet." He tilts his head.

You breathe in and gulps. "I brought you here because I want you to fuck me."

Aemond smiles, actually smile. Most certainly smugly, but he displayed all of his teeth in his adorable grin, and you love to see it, a smile appears on your face as well, almost unconsciously just by seeing his.

"As my lady wishes."

It's blazing when your lips meet, not loving or gentle, but rather fervent and harsh. You moan into his mouth when his tongue touches yours, and all guilt leaves you at once. At that moment everything that wasn't Aemond ceased to exist. As it always happened when you were with him, you only cared for his touch.

The time apart makes it even better, the leather beneath your fingers comforting. His other hand goes to the back of your head, and you continue to kiss him eagerly, your body trembling even with so little stimulation. You bite his lips as you part slightly for air, and then your mouths are locked again. The kiss slows down a bit, becoming more appreciative as both of you delight in the exchange and each other's taste, but it remains just as lustful.

Aemond swiftly takes your cloak off and you struggle off your shoes, the prince does the same. You help Aemond out of his tunic after you are done and his undershirt goes flying across the room in one go. You touch his toned abdomen before your lips find his chest and neck, the low groan coming from Aemond stirring you up, your mouth trails down as you kiss all of his stomach, kneeling down in front of him. Aemond looks at you in anticipation as you undo his belt and pulls his trousers down, the leather a little too tight.

Once his veiny and semi-hard cock springs free, your mouth starts watering. You don't take your eyes off it as you stroke him, making Aemond gasp loudly. Your eyes darken, even the smell of his manhood tantalizing you. He's definitely above average, straight, long, and thick enough to give the best stretch without making you uncomfortable, with large veins running through the base and a pinkish tip. You can't help yourself as you insert his head in your mouth with a loud pop, he tastes so divine. You smirk at him as he let out a strained moan, your tongue then sliding across his slit. Aemond's hand grips your hair with a decompensated breath.

You start kissing and licking around his shaft attentively, tongue flat while savoring it and purposely teasing him more before you stroke his cock a few more times and proceeds to put half of his length in your mouth, Aemond trembles upon feeling your hot and soft lips around him, a growl escaping his mouth.

"Oh, fuck, yes. You look so beautiful, my dear."

Your cheeks hollows, head bobbing back and forth as you suck him into your mouth, humming against his member, the sensation of pleasuring him way too good, and tears start to prickle your eyes. You fist his cock and lap on him relentlessly, even when you pull him out, your lips keep locked on him, tongue running around his shaft before you swallow him again, the fullness of your mouth making you grow even wetter. You look up at him as you gag on his cock, mouth squeezing his manhood, and his head is thrown back, brows furrowed and pink lips parted, his good eye is half-closed while the sapphire sparkles bright, the most wonderful sight one could lay eyes on. His grunts become more prominent as he lets you lead, and you can feel your cunt throbbing achingly now. You give him all the devotion you can master through it, your other hand gently massaging his balls and receiving the most delightful sounds in return.

You smirk at him, taking him out of your mouth sloppily once again to catch your breath, his cock coated with your saliva. You slap it on your face before sucking it again as if your life depends on it. He was so addicting.

"By the Gods," He mutters with a grunt.

It's when you quicken your pace that it feels as if something quite feral snaps inside Aemond. He starts to grow impatient and jerks his hips against your face, his closed fist on your hair more harsh and demanding, his pace becomes so brutish now that you stop stroking him, both your hands laying on his bare thigh for support, your nails digging deeply into his skin as you moan, no doubt bruising it later. It is impossible to fit all of his length in your mouth, but Aemond is certainly determined to do so, a flow of hot tears fall down your eyes as he fucks your mouth, your throat burning with the invasion. It's dirty, uncomfortable, and absolutely ecstatic. Aemond does not care for you or your whines or your gagging one bit now, he only cares for his enjoyment and release and you are more than happy to assist him with it. Lewdy sounds echo in the room as his tip hits the back of your throat mercilessly. You push his thigh as you pull back for air, your appearance disheveled.

"Come on my face, please." You say out of breath, a split of saliva hanging between his cock and your mouth as you stroke his length rapidly and suck his head again.

The sight below him accompanied by your words are enough to send Aemond over the edge, and with a high-pitched moan, his hot load hits your face, painting a few parts of it white. You stick your tongue out and shut your eyes as your hand continues to jerk him, swallowing his spend that falls on your tongue and gathering the amount that landed on your face.

"So good," You praise him, licking your fingers clean. "So fucking good." You give his head another lick, making him whine due to sensitivity.

You giggle and get up, Aemond immediately tasting himself on your lips in a messy and lecherous kiss. Lowering himself to your feet the prince grabs the ends of your dress and removes it anxiously. Your choice of dress was a very simple and easy to take off one, and you didn't bother to wear a shift underneath tonight either, aware of the sinful practices you planned to indulge in, leaving you completely bare now. Aemond stares at your nakedness with a pleasant hum and blown eye.

"Go to bed and spread your legs for me." He commands as he discards your dress somewhere.

When your back hits the bed, you immediately open your legs to him, hand provocatively touching your breasts, there's no shyness, only a burning desire to be seen by him. You bite your lips as you notice how his violet eye has turned almost all black now. He fists his cock a couple of times at the sight of you, one he wishes to never forget.

He makes his way toward the bed, kneeling in front of you. Bringing your body forward, he leaves a trail of kisses on your inner thighs, which makes you shudder. "I have missed this sweet cunt so much…"

His middle finger parts your folds, gathering your juices next to your hole and then coming back up to circle your sensitive bud. You moan with the touch, brows furrowed and lifting your hips slightly, and you can hear Aemond chuckling. "So wet for me it's pitiful, truly." He continues to touch you teasingly, fingers pressed tightly to your heat as he drags it around. You can only hum in response, already lost in your pleasure, you feel completely on fire.

"Do you know why?" He moves his hand away, pressing his lips to your bud in a light kiss and making you whimper with the action. "Because it knows it belongs to me, it's as clear as day." He spits on your cunt crudely before immediately lapping on it, your back arching involuntarily as your moans get louder.

His warm tongue twirls between your folds slowly, making you whimper and bite your lips harshly, it's been so long since you have been eaten out that it feels like a dream, your face immediately twists in pleasure as shivers run down your spine with the missed sensation of his lips on your sex. Aemond sucks your bundle of nerves, making you gasp, your hands going to his silky hair as you press his face even further in your cunt. Aemond's tongue slides all over your womanhood as he sucks and licks you as if it was the air that he breathes. He closes his eye for a second, groaning lowly against your cunt due to his own enjoyment.

"Mhm," He grunts. "So fucking tasty."

His tongue teases your hole before coming back up to suck harshly on your sensitive bud unabated, you watch him with hooded eyes, his name on your lips like a prayer.

"Yes, the best thing I have ever tasted," He continues lapping on you, one of his hands holding your cunt open to give him better access. "You're doing so good, my beauty."

He spits on you one more time, mouth devouring you. He easily inserts two fingers into your soaked cunt, and you cannot control the sounds that leave your lips anymore. He curls his fingers inside you as his tongue whirls on your clit, his pumping quickening as you jerk your hips against his face and hand. It's so exceptional, his long fingers reaching a spongy spot you cannot on your own. In an urge to grab something, one of your hands squeezes your breasts as you whimper uncontrollably. You open your eyes again to see he's already looking directly at you as his tongue moves side to side on your cunt. You bite your lips so hard it draws blood.

Getting up on your elbows, you watch as he gives you long licks up and down, then twirls it around your bud again and sucks it into his mouth, his fingers inside you not faltering, you relish in the stimulation on both your core and bud, making your eyes roll back as not one coherent thought crosses your mind. You feel goosebumps all over your skin and pathetic gibberish leaves your mouth. Aemond continues to work you on, his tongue and fingers getting faster and making your moans break. You can feel your release building up on your lower belly as you shut your eyes, cunt clenching tightly around his fingers, and you are so ready for it, to let it go and cry in pleasure, you are close, so close… and he stops, pulling away.

You look at him with a mixture of confusion, anger, and frustration. He chuckles at you, licking the fingers that were inside you seconds ago.

"I need you to sit on my face, pet."

Your stomach tingles upon hearing his words and you can only nod, moving aside so he could lay on the bed. When Aemond is settled, you straddle his face, holding onto the cool headboard and being careful as to not put all of your weight on him, you lower your cunt to his mouth, immediately gasping when you do so. Aemond holds on to your upper thighs tightly, keeping you in place and moaning into your heat as he starts licking you fervently once again.

You can't help yourself as you grind and roll your hips on his mouth, hands pinching your nipples as your pace quickens. Aemond doesn't leave an inch of your cunt out of his affections, sucking hard as he groans against you in delight. When his tongue enters your hole you are moaning so loud you are certain the whole inn could hear you, but that was far from being a concern to you. You need to hold on to the headboard again, knuckles whitening with the force you put on it. His name is on your lips as a mantra now while you bounce on him, your stomach churning. Then, his tongue is all around you again, relaxed and hot as he works his magic with purpose.

You keep your eyes locked on Aemond the whole time, the sight of him under you and satisfying your desires only adding more intensity to your pleasure. He looks so pretty and alluring like this, his adorable lips so keen to make you happy, eating you out so well and good, you bite your lips again while smiling down at him. You grind more relentlessly now, not even trying to be careful, the feel of his mouth paired with the faint brush of his chin and the tip of his nose on your cunt is the best thing you have ever experienced.

Your peak comes down abruptly and feels like a million stars exploding at once, a long scream on your lips. Your head falls back, black dots covering your vision as your legs tremble. You cry as Aemond continues to lap on your sensitive cunt, kissing it multiple times after.

Admirably your legs didn't fail you and you manage to get off his face, body falling limp on the bed. The ceiling above you is spinning as your heart palpitates in your ears. It takes a minute for your breath to stabilize, and when you look at Aemond he is grinning like a maniac, chin glistening with your juices, and you both laugh at each other out of bliss.

Aemond moves to hover over you, his mouth finding yours in a long and deep kiss, your legs wrap around his waist as one of his hands squeezes your breasts before cradling your face. Your lips move harmoniously together, tongues caressing one another.

It's so soothing, you feel so at peace and so light, just as the sound of the wind passing through the trees. There is no rush, only long kisses and pecks, hooded eyes, and silly little smiles. It's not sexual, and it's not innocent, it's just two people taking their time with each other. You lost track of time in your consuming passion, too occupied in the sheer joy of the prince's soft lips and naked body pressed against yours.

Slowly but as expected, the kisses start to grow needier, your breathing becoming erratic and your womanhood pulsating. You grind against Aemond's stiffness and he sighs deeply, his mouth moving to your neck as he sucks and bites your sweet spot and makes you shiver, then trailing down to your breasts as he puts one in his mouth, twirling his tongue around your nipple. He pulls back a little, holding his hard cock and running it in between your folds before he calmly and gently slides into you.

Your eyes close with the feeling, the stretch his girth gives is simply extraordinary and so fulfilling. You start whimpering as he settles in the middle of your legs, nothing and no one else could make you feel this way, to reach that specific spot, and your cunt is clenching tightly around him.

"Fuck, sweet thing," He breathes out. "You feel even tighter. Is your husband fucking you at all?"

He starts to thrust on you slowly, and your eyes roll back again, gasping loudly as you relish the feel of his cock inside you, so marvelous. Aemond lets his face fall in the crook of your neck, to feel your soft walls around him an absolute blessing in his opinion, his moans are so low if you were a little bit louder yourself you wouldn't be able to hear him.

"So good…" You moan, you have missed this way too much.

"Mhm, yes, very good." He holds onto your hips tightly and your legs parts even further.

He starts to go even deeper, his hip finding a steady pace that makes you feel as if you are flying. His grunts become loud, and his hand leans your leg up to your chest as he starts to pound on you more fastly now. "Fucking perfection. You are so perfect."

You hold your leg up to help him, already a moaning mess. The cracky bed hits the wall repeatedly and you are sweating a lot, your hair sticking to your forehead. It is such a great sensation you are torn between seeking your peak and wanting it to last forever, to feel him inside you forever. It seems Aemond feels the same, because now and then when the prince believes you or himself to be close, he'd stay still inside you, completely out of breath, and hold a few seconds before starting again, a few strands of his silver locks falling into your face as he does so.

His lips wrap around yours messily, tongues locked as he keeps thrusting and grunting. His familiar scent, a cologne custom-made because he is just that snob, mixed with his sweat turns you on even more.

He parts from you for a minute, kneeling on the bed and then turning you around with impressive force and grace, your back instantly arching for him while the side of your face is pressed to the mattress. You can hear him chuckle before he slaps your ass hard, and you whine.

"You little whore," He presses the tip of his cock to your entrance and you wiggle. "My perfect little whore."

He thrust into your cunt, the new position making you euphoric, and you started to meet him at his pace, your whimpers almost pitiful. Aemond's hand grips your ass, his shoving only quickening by the second, he laughs a bit seeing your eagerness, and then he halts, letting you do the work for a while. He stares at his cock disappearing inside your cunt with a wicked glint in his eye and he needs all of his self-control to not go feral.

"Yes, yes, yes," He encourages. "You're so good at this, gorgeous. Keep on taking my cock like the cheating whore you are, oh yes."

His words make you groan, cunt tightening around him as your movements grow faster and harder, so much his cock slips out of your cunt once, but you are quick to insert it into your dripping hole again, the wet sounds of skin slapping skin nothing but obscene. Aemond watches with a smirk the way your womanhood is milking him, hands caressing and squeezing your butt as you bounce on his length.

Soon he takes control again, starting to thrust on you aggressively and steadily. You scream, the rattle of the bed growing even more strident now, and you become a babbling mess, biting into your hand to try to prevent your loud moans from being heard, a tear falling from the corner of one of your eyes. Aemond laughs amusedly.

"Oh my, you love this, don't you?"

"Y-y-yes," You stutter, brows furrowed and fists tight on the linen sheet.

"Fuck, you are heavenly," Aemond says. "And all mine."

"Uh-huh," You agree. "All yours, only yours."

He slaps the cheek of your ass again. "My princess," His pace becomes faster. "My fucking queen." He leans down, lips kissing your cheek.

In a blink of an eye, you are on your back again, Aemond's managing your body too easily. You bring both your legs up as he inserts his manhood into you, his hand wrapping around your neck as he thrust into you ruthlessly.

You can only moan, holding onto anything you can grasp, it's almost too much and you feel completely wobbly, it feels as if he was made in the most perfect size to send you to the seven heavens and back. His cock hits your cervix unrelenting, his fist tightening around your neck until you can barely breathe, the lack of air only increasing your pleasure, and then…

The knot inside you snaps in a shattering wave, your whole body shaking. It's as if you have left your body entirely and were floating around, your vision whitening and audition failing you. When you come back to your senses, Aemond is grunting lowly and thrusting into you, your cunt wrapping around his cock amazingly, with a husky and strained moan, his face twists in pleasure, eye shut and mouth agape as he spills his seed deep inside you, filling you up and you moan just by watching him. His thrusts get sloppier and weaker as he rides off his peak until his body falls on top of yours, with hitched breath and trembling slightly. You smile, one hand caressing his hair and the other his back, his skin feels almost burning under your touch.

You feel suddenly exhausted, and all you wish to do is close your eyes and succumb to slumber, but you know you cannot. It was already late when you left Hadwyn, and you do not know how much time has passed since the moment Aemond stepped inside the room. Most definitely it was already the hour of the bat, and as a heavy sleeper, you couldn't risk not waking up before dawn, your husband was a very early bird after all. Aemond looks up at you as if guessing the line of your thoughts: the prince was accustomed to you getting sleepy after your passionate activities.

"You may sleep, my beloved," His knuckle brushes against your cheek. "I shall remain awake and wake you up before the sun is up."

You smile softly at him in silent agreement and he gets off you, wrapping your bodies with the thin blanket. You rest your face on Aemond's chest and the prince hugs you closer, caressing your back and your thigh. He sighs contently.

As you quickly fall asleep, Aemond stares at you, the crickets outside the small window and the cackling of the fire are the only noises reaching his ears. He smiles upon your sleeping form, realizing no matter marriage or time, this is where you will always belong: with him, in bed, in his arms, where your heart truly lies.

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yovrstruly00 · 1 year

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tainted faces

What if Lucerys Velaryon was born a girl? AND that Aemond Targaryen is head over heels for her instead!

tainted faces | part two

tainted faces | part three

tainted faces | part four

trigger warning: cursing, knives, injuries, Aegon smashing Lyssaera's head on the table, incest (uncle x niece),,

genre: angst?? idk, possible enemies to lovers,,

Lyssaera Velaryon, Aemond fumes at the sight of her. The one who slashed his face with a blade and took his eye. The one who made him look like this, the one who made him hideous to look at. How can someone so beautiful be the source of all his pain?

Aemond scans her carefully during supper, as she grins and smirks when a roasted pig is placed before him. He slams his fist on the table and takes his goblet, drawing the attention of everyone in the dining hall. He raises his goblet, starting a toast.

"A final tribute," he starts. "To the health of my nephews and niece, Jace, Lyssaera, and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, beautiful, wise..." he pauses as he purses his lip.

"strong," he continued, mockery behind his voice.

"Aemond" the queen calls out to him.

"Come! Let us drain our cups to these three strong-" he said, but was cut off by Jacaerys.

"I dare you say that again." Jacaerys taunted.

"Why? It was only a compliment. Do you not think yourself Strong?" The whole table gasped when Jacaerys took his fist to Aemond's face. Lyssaera stood up, but Aegon crashed her head on the table, making Alicent shout at him.

"Enough!" Alicent shouts. Aemond chuckled as the guards restrained Jacaerys. "Why would you say such a thing in front of these people?" Alicent rushed to Aemond. "I was nearly expressing how proud I am of my family mother, but it seems my nephew and niece aren't quite as proud of theirs." Aemond said.

"You fucking cunt! Let go of me!" Lyssaera shouts at Aegon, who is still holding her down. Aegon scoffs and releases Lyssaera. Once Aegon released his hold on her, she slapped Aemond on the face.

"Lyssaera!" Daemon shouted, making his way to his stepdaughter. Lyssaera made a mistake looking back at him. Aemond took his blade from the knife holster attached to the belt on his waist as held her neck, choking her.

"Aemond let her go!" Alicent and Rhaenyra shouted. Aemond did not hesitate swiftly slicing Lyssaera's cheek, making her scream in pain. Aemond was pulled away by his grandfather, just as Lyssaera was caught by Daemon. Lyssaera's screams filled the whole dining hall. Blood was running down her neck, arms, and to her dress. Rhaenyra and Jacaerys rushed towards Lyssaera as she was crying in pain. The salt in her tears touched her sliced skin. Daemon stood in front of his family and Aemond.

"Painful isn't it? This seems all too familiar, don't you agree? Look at yourself, we are now both terrifying to look at. Scarred for a lifetime. No men or lords will wed you in that condition. No man will wed a woman like you, a woman with a hideous scar on her face." Aemond hissed, anger evident in his voice. He didn't care about the angry eyes on him. At the moment, all he cared about was her. The way she was looking at him. The hatred and pain in her eyes. Aemond looked at the sliced skin, the slice running from the upper point of her cheek to her upper lip, it was deep, deep enough to leave an ugly scar. A scar that will remind her of him.

That late in the night, Lyssaera's wails filled the Red Keep as well as Aemond's ears. He cringes as he recalls the night when Lyssaera took his eye. That night, while the maesters were stitching up his eye and skin, he cried out in agony. Guilt consumes him as he considers how he ruined her dangerously beautiful yet angelic face. A beauty for which any man would die for. A beauty for which any man would fight for. But Aemond is not simply a man, because men do not ride dragons. And with this, he would not let any low life man pursue his Lyssaera. He smirks at the thought that no man would wed her because of the scar he carved out on her face. A scar that will remind every living person that Lyssaera Velaryon was his and only his.

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theship-thewalrus · 2 years

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anything for you

aemond targaryen x female! reader

aemond is completely infatuated with you, doing anything you could ask

word count: 595 words reading time: about 4 minutes warnings: none

note: this fic can be read as a part two

The silence of the garden provided you some solace from the suffocating energy of the Red Keep. You were an outsider amongst the Targaryens that resided in the Keep. You were no Targaryen, a simple Noblewoman who was granted the privilege of being the handmaid to Helaena Targaryen.

Though the strange girl was often looked down upon for her strange nature. You found her peronsality endearing, a certain innocence not nursed in the cold and cruel Keep. The young woman liked you, often telling you of her thoughts or the secrets she may have heard. Yet she did not know what she told you was not to be meant shared.

Twirling a flower in your hand you keep your eyes cast on the soft petals, despite the sound of footsteps approaching. You knew who it was, the only person who seemed to seek you out at times. The only person who welcomed you to the Keep. Aemond Targaryen was a strange man, one incredibly distant as though he is watching everything from above. A cocky man who loves to show off as he trains. A man that believes he is the smartest in the room at times.

You were unsure if his attention was a good or bad thing, but so far it seemed to only be good. For he was completely devoted to you, mind, body and soul. He would do anything you asked, kill anyone you wished for, and burn countless people if it meant you were together. As he had fallen in love with you.

When he first laid his eyes on you, you both were only young. He still had both his eyes. You were someone who talked to him as though he was an equal, not lesser for not having a dragon. When he was maimed you cared not for the scar on his face, not treating him any differently. You were kind when everyone else was not, the single good thing in his otherwise horrid life.

Stopping in front of you his large frame blocked the sun from your eyes. Only then did you grace him with the (e/c) of your eyes, a content smile on your face. Neither of you spoke, there was no need, as with simple glances you could communicate. Something you both perfected over your years together, hiding under everyone's noses.

"Sit, my dear." Your voice is soft yet commanding, Aemond was quick to sit next to you. He sat so close to you that you could feel the heat radiate off his body. Placing the flower onto your lap you turn to look at him, taking in his appearance. You had asked something of Aemond, something one would ask of a low-life mercenary.

"Is it done?" Your kind and passive nature hind your true selfish intentions. Like most people, you desired power and influence, something that was only gained through wealth or the death of others. Unfortunately for others, you did own have large amounts of wealth. But what you had was something that could not be brought. Pure obsession and deviation from a prince that would watch the world burn if it meant you were happy.

"Of course," was his short reply, the smile on your face grew bigger hearing it was done. Your hand reaches out to hold his, though you remain facing and looking forward. The both of you could not be openly affectionate, but in the comfort of his room tonight you would visit him to thank him for what he had done.

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insomniakisses · 1 year

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Could you write about how aemond would act if he found out that the person he's been sneaking around with got pregnant

Pleasant Surprises

Character: Aemond Targaryen (HOTD)

Reader type: g/n, AFAB

Warnings/notes: swear words, mentions of sex, hinted sex, pregnancy, aegon being an ass, your rhaenyras daughter u can choose adopted or not.

Taglist: @introverbatim, @neobanguniverse,

Part 2

The obnoxious sound of Aegon’s drunken cheering and stumbling disrupted the prince from his late night reading. Rolling his eye he went in search of his brother hoping to spare a maid or two from him.

Opening the door of his chambers he was met with a very disgruntled Alicent trying and failing to get Aegon to bed. Seeing the pleading look on his mother’s face he nods grabbing his brothers arm and helping drag him away.

“Its.. amazing… news… tru-ly won…derful” his brother snickers.

Confused, Aemond takes a look to his mother who seems disinterested rolling her eyes and shaking her head in response to her eldest sons mutterings.

“What is wonderful, dear brother?” He forces out, attempting niceties hoping it will help in his brother granting him an answer.

“Y/N, our dearest older sisters slut of a daughter,” Aegon snarks out, smirking when his mother inhales sharply and he feels a low rumble get stuck in his brother’s throat. “She’s pregnant, I heard her discussing it with the maesters. “

Aemond’s body freezes his mind going straight to the countless nights he had spent in your chambers, the night when it seemed the only comfort he could find was in you. And how a few weeks ago that meeting turned into something a little more intimate. Both of you needing a little more comfort, something more. He found himself flushing at the thought.

——————— T H A T N I G H T ———————

“I can practically hear you thinking” he muses, turning the page of the book in his hand.

He was not expecting the pillow that made contact with his face a moment later. A shocked chuckle escaping he grasped the pillow making an effort to move slow as he git closer and closer to where you sat on the bed. Enjoying the stifled giggles you let out in response.

He knew how easily he could spook you waiting for you to get used to his slow movements then in a swift motion he had pounced playfully hitting ur face with the pillow. Relaxing in the happy laughter you release.

“My prince! How unbecoming of you to attack a lady!” You remark at him he smirks and rolls his eyes as he pauses his assault for you both to catch your breaths.

Only now does he realise how close you are, his body pining yours down softly noses almost touching. A blush escapes on his face, matching yours that he had failed to realise.

“My lady…” he trails off feeling your hands undo his jacket, pushing it off of his shoulders. “Y/N, if you don’t stop-“ you don’t let him finish pulling him closer by his belt.

He lets out a deep groan, reaching down to unbuckle his pants and reaching to pull your night dress up and out of the way.

“Your sure?” He asks almost unsure that you really want to be with him in such way but you simply nod pulling him into a soft kiss as he lines himself up pushing into you softly.

———— E N D O F F L A S H B A C K ————

“Mother, arrange a meeting with my father the king and Princess Rhaenyra” he rushes out, dropping his brother without a care as he runs off to your chambers.

Entering without knocking freezing when he sees your mother and daemon talking to you. The former confused at his rude entry and the later with his hand on his sword ready to escort him out.

But he stands there frozen looking at you in a way he has never seen before, politely he nods his head at your mother and step father informing them there is a meeting with the king and queen consort. He steps to the side to let them leave.

The second he hears the door shut he moves yo you wrapping his arms around you and nosing at your head.

“Aemond!” You exclaim, “what are you doing?”

“Is it true? Are you with child, my child?” He asks his eye full of hope causing your gaze to soften as you nod softly. Smiling when he falls to his knees kissing your clothed stomach.

“Marry me.” Its more of a demand than a question, while you know he’d never make you do so you also know that you haven’t a choice in the matter really. Your heart swells at the idea of marrying the man you love. Your mind forgetting just how much your families dislike each other even if just for a moment.

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7/5/23 - part 2 coming soon!

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diamantar · 5 months

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ENCANTADORA

→ Aemond Targaryen x fem!OC

✦ Sinopsis: La Reina compromete a su tercer hijo con una dama de excepcional timidez y éste descubre un nuevo lado en él.

✦ Advertencias: Matrimonio arreglado / Fluff / Sugerente.

✦ Palabras: 1979

✦ Pedido: Si, de Wattpad.

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Primavera fue la estación donde Alicent los presentó, por semanas oyendo que la dama seleccionada para nupcias era excepcionalmente bella, educada y provenía de una respetada familia. Halagos llovían para aquella ignota que solo conocía a través de su madre, quien había sido la única en conocerla cuando él viajó a fortalecer lazos políticos.

La idea del matrimonio no le agradaba como tampoco le disgustaba, ya que desde joven sabía que en algún momento sucedería. De todas maneras, aquella mentalidad lista para asumir las responsabilidades se debilitó una vez que fue deformado por Lucerys Velaryon. En la Fortaleza Roja las damas y caballeros susurraban sobre su apariencia y más de una vez oyó como prometían que nadie podría amarlo, así que la expectativa del rechazo de una mujer que juraban que era hermosa lo incomodaba de sobremanera.

Desde el inicio tuvo la guardia alta, pero los muros cayeron en la primer cena de celebración del compromiso. La femenina era fiel a las descripciones y aquellos ojos que lo miraron expectantes, casi suplicantes de que fuera buena con ella, lo destruyeron por completo. Rápidamente quiso conocerla en profundidad, sin embargo, mantuvo carácter y cordialidad ante las miradas inquisitivas.

En el transcurso de la noche intentó conversar y relacionarse, pero fue en vano al solo recibir respuestas cortas y nerviosas. La idea de ser despreciado generó mal gusto y le torció el estómago, aunque pronto concluyó que su prometida era extremadamente tímida al juntar las obvias señales: mejillas y orejas ruborizadas, mirada gacha y voz temblorosa.

—Oí que tú y tu familia llegaron esta tarde, debes estar cansada, ¿verdad? —insistió ahora que los padres de ambos estaban sumidos en una conversación que no le interesaba.

Con un rostro igual al de un animal acorralado, ella le miró y asintió.

—Si, pero no es problema… Quería verte lo antes posible —sonrió torpe tomando aún más color, sin dudas notándose el esfuerzo de esa confesión.

Aemond contuvo el aliento e intentó descubrir si mentía a pesar de que esas palabras lo entibiaron.

—He oído muy buenas cosas de ti, también deseaba encontrarte en persona.

—N-No hay demasiado en realidad… —negó apenada juntando las manos en el regazo.

—Solo es cuestión de conocernos.

Fiel a esas palabras, el Targaryen tomó acción y procuró que pasaran tiempo en actividades simples para no abrumarla con la intriga que trataba de mantener a raya. Existían días donde no podían encontrarse y sabía que la joven era comprensiva, pero apreciaba que, tanto como él, lamentaba no poder al menos conversar unos minutos.

Las semanas pasaron y ella empezó a acostumbrarse, los titubeos siendo menos frecuentes y logrando mantener contacto visual de forma prolongada. Desayunaban o tomaban el té con Alicent antes de partir a sus propias caminatas, un día enlazando brazos y dando comienzo al contacto físico. Podía sentir la tensión a través de las telas y como los pómulos tomaban color cuando flexionaba los músculos o la acercaba más, así que empezó a hacerlo conscientemente. Verla avergonzada provocaba emociones nuevas en él, hasta el punto donde debía esforzarse en ocultar el deseo que surgía.

Acciones simples como tomarla de la cintura y acomodarle el cabello se convirtieron en caricias en las caderas y roces por el cuello, incluso comenzó a besar su mano en saludos y despedidas. El aroma y suavidad de aquella delicada piel lo alcanzaba en lugares poco usuales, la impaciencia por finalmente estar casados dejándolo asombrado.

—La semana que viene es nuestra boda.

Aemond salió del mundo imaginario y observó la femenina mirar hacia abajo, el tono mortecino denotando que algo le inquietaba.

—¿Posees segundos pensamientos?

—¡En lo absoluto! —saltó veloz con expresión inquieta—. Has sido tan bueno y respetuoso conmigo, jamás consideraría o…

—Lo sé, entiendo —interrumpió al notar que se estaba agitando, la mano libre yendo a acariciarle la mejilla—. Entonces, ¿qué te perturba?

Inspirando profundo y calmándose, ella juntó coraje y tensó el agarre mientras acortaba ligeramente la distancia.

—Temo hacer el ridículo.

La confesión lo divirtió e hizo que sonriera ligero, enseguida ganando el impulso de estrujarla por lo adorable que era.

—Hace dos semanas que comenzamos a practicar la ceremonia, no hay nada que pueda fallar.

—Siempre existe la posibilidad —frunció los labios—. Además lo habrás notado, pero tampoco soy la mejor anfitriona…

—Estaré a tu lado a cada momento así no tendrás que agobiarte con los invitados, haré la charla cuando vengan a darnos sus bendiciones —consoló al tiempo que acariciaba la mano que reposaba en su brazo.

—Gracias —suspiró aliviada, aunque luego lució culpable—. Ojalá pudiera ayudar, mi timidez es un impedimento social desde pequeña.

—Doy fe de que es posible cambiar si quieres —asintió firme pensando que él era la prueba viviente de aquello—. Personalmente pienso que… eres encantadora, pero puedo ayudarte a de a poco ganar nuevas habilidades que te hagan sentir cómoda.

—¿No sería tedioso? —elevó ambas cejas en ligera incredulidad.

—Acompañarte es uno de los pocos placeres que tengo, por lo que extender nuestro tiempo juntos suena maravilloso.

—¿Siempre hablas así? —ocultó el rostro con un breve movimiento de cabeza.

Aemond paró el lento caminar que tenían y deshizo el enganche para inclinarse.

—Solo contigo —prometió antes de besarle el dorso de la mano, casi jurando que podía oír la sangre bullir por la galantería.

Lentamente se alejó y la miró a los ojos, el rubor que tanto adoraba tomando terreno sin ánimos de retroceder. Silencio los reinó mientras la brisa bailaba alrededor, con un cosquilleo apreciando como las pupilas femeninas por un segundo lo miraron a los labios. El Targaryen tensó la mandíbula a causa de la tentación e irguió la espalda indicando que la acompañaría al dormitorio, al despedirse intercambiando vistazos repletos de deseos ocultos.

El día de la boda arribó entre festividades y él no tardó en notar como, su ahora esposa, ocultaba el hecho de que estaba absolutamente abrumada. Sonreía y asentía liberando algunas palabras, pero se hallaba a tope de capacidad y solo podía respirar cuando los cercanos tomaban el control.

—Bailemos y luego quedémonos en la mesa, pronto todo terminará —prometió esperando que aquello la alentara.

—De acuerdo —aceptó mirando alrededor con punzante estrés.

Se movieron al centro de la pista mientras los invitados abrían paso, manos encontrándose y comenzando a moverse al ritmo de la música. La observó y analizó hasta que intentó distraerla, en un punto advirtiendo que ni siquiera sus roces la afectaban por el aturdimiento.

—¿Princesa? —llamó acunando una mejilla, por primera vez usando un apodo cariñoso.

—¿Aemond? —preguntó confundida saliendo del ensimismamiento, por primera vez desde la ceremonia tomando verdadera conciencia del masculino.

Rara vez las bodas era momentos de celebración para los protagonistas, pero el ahogo en ella lo preocupó.

—Nuestro momento aquí ha terminado, retirémonos.

—¿Podemos? —indagó esperanzada amagando a buscar a Alicent por confirmación, pero él la retuvo.

—Somos los festejados pero todos están ebrios y divirtiéndose con los suyos, no nos extrañarán.

Agarrándola de la mano y entrelazando los dedos, abrió camino y la sacó del salón.

—¿Dónde vamos?

—Mi habitación —respondió sabiendo que la propuesta despertaba una nueva inquietud.

Los pasillos se vaciaron por completo a medida que avanzaban por distintas alas, en un punto él agarrando parte del vestido y ayudándola a subir escaleras.

—Nunca estuve en este sector del castillo, será la primera vez que conozca… donde descansas.

—Espero no decepcionarte, mantengo la decoración al mínimo —dijo con fingida calma.

—Lo dudo, eres excepcional.

—Pronto lo descubriremos —tragó con dificultad apretándole la mano.

Frenaron ante una gruesa y oscura puerta, la cual Aemond abrió antes de animarla a ingresar primero. La observó atento y apreció como sus maquillados ojos iban a distintas partes del espacio, intrigados absorbiendo aquel territorio foráneo.

—Es acogedor, disfruto los colores —admitió conforme, inconscientemente jugando con los dedos.

El Targaryen realizó un sonido y acortó la distancia, entonces logrando contacto visual y apreciando los pensamientos del otro.

—Puedes tomar asiento, si quieres —ofreció señalando los dos sillones individuales frente la chimenea.

—Mmm… —inspiró dubitativa y torció fuerte las manos—. ¿Podría pedirte un favor? —preguntó, en un parpadeo ambas orejas quedando en llamas.

—Lo que sea —respondió, un nudo en el estómago comenzando a formarse.

—¿Me ayudarías con la ropa? Han pasado muchas horas y estaría más cómoda con menos encima.

Aemond aguantó la sorpresa y encajó la mandíbula, antes de darse cuenta yendo a posición y trabajando en los botones de encaje. Deshizo uno por uno mientras analizaba el fino trabajo, pero pronto toda la atención fue a ella y la forma en que intentaba no temblar. Admiró el cuello y como los pequeños cabellos se mantenían erizados, al terminar tentativamente tomándola de las caderas y admirando como la piel reaccionaba. Trazó círculos con los pulgares e, incapaz de contener el impulso, se inclinó a besar la nuca cayendo en inmediata embriaguez por el dulce aroma.

—Eres hermosa —ronroneó en el proceso de deslizar las manos al frente.

—¿D-De verdad?

—Absolutamente —confirmó dejando otro beso en la zona y volteándola.

Cuidadoso elevó una mano y la acarició en el rostro, fascinado observando como la piel se pintaba en cada roce.

—Aemond...

—No haremos nada que no quieras —murmuró aferrándose a la poca claridad mental que le quedaba.

Aguardó una respuesta y, para su sorpresa, la femenina se inclinó a besarlo.

—¿Desear que me toques es incorrecto?

El planteo envío un nuevo tipo de emoción y perdió el aliento durante unos segundos, pero con calma liberó cualquier inseguridad.

—Avisa cuando algo esté fuera de límite.

Tomando parte del vestido y bajándolo, la noche de bodas dio comienzo entre movimientos indecisos y nerviosos. Aemond imitó a su esposa e hizo lo mejor posible en mantener la compostura, pero la forma en que respiraban demostraba la aceleración.

Exploró cada sector de piel que revelaba y quemó en la memoria toda reacción, nebulosa llenando la mente ante los sonidos y agarres de la femenina. Recorrió la extensión de la columna y acunó el vientre bajo, donde inspiró profundo ante el gemido que llegó a sus oídos.

—Vamos a la cama —pidió tomándolo por los hombros.

Aemond salió de la embriaguez y asintió llevándola a la comodidad del colchón. Quitó sus propias prendas y se colocó encima, brevemente buscando algún signo de arrepentimiento antes de seguir. El momento parecía irreal, luego de tantos meses de adorar como cada acción los aceraba finalmente su turno de caer había llegado.

Perdido en el momento, fue completamente consciente de lo dicho y hecho cuando bajó del éxtasis. Lanzó el pelo hacia atrás y aligeró el agarre en la cintura femenina, quien, a su vez, se recuperaba del placer. Al verse la realidad de lo acontecido inevitablemente los puso en un ambiente extraño al ninguno ser especialmente experto en cuestiones de sabanas.

—¿Estás bien? —preguntó Aemond rompiendo el silencio.

—Si… ¿Tú? —contestó evitando ahondar en los detalles de lo que experimentaba física y emocionalmente.

—También —asintió en el proceso de analizar como brillaba a la luz del fuego y las velas.

La femenina sonrió y bajó la mirada de manera pensativa, él recorriendo su rostro mientras quitaba cualquier cabello rebelde que pudiera molestarle.

—Desde la cena de presentación has sido gentil y considerado conmigo, incluso esta noche has tomado todas las precauciones por mí, así que… gracias. Estoy feliz de ser tu esposa.

El corazón de Aemond se estrechó y con profundo cariño la besó, el intercambio siendo lento y lejano a la agresividad pasional de hace unos momentos. Definitivamente no era el mejor con las palabras y todo este tiempo vivió de empujarla a reaccionar con supuestas acciones inocentes, pero lo conmovía que hubiera podido ver más allá y notar que realmente deseaba cuidarla.

Sinceramente no importaba ante quien debería arrodillarse para agradecer que el mundo los encontrara, pero la dama que en primavera conoció lo tendría del corazón hasta el último aliento.

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multific · 1 year

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King’s Landing Market

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: You just wanted to go to the market, you never expected to get hurt.

When Aemond kicked the door open, everyone inside jumped, including you.

The healer just finished putting a bandage onto your finger.

"Leave us!" Aemond barked as everyone quickly left.

He was quiet, the room felt extremely cold, but it could be just his stare.

You knew he was waiting for an explanation.

"I went to the market. I had guards with me, they wanted to take my jewelry when the guards were distracted. When the guards realized what was happening, they panicked. They snatched my ring, but by doing so they broke my finger." you showed Aemond your wrapped up pinky.

"You shouldn't have been there in the first place."

"I told you I wished to go and see the merchants. I told you I would go even if you disagree."

"And you got hurt as a result."

"It is only a finger."

"You should have disguised yourself better. Or you should have listened and didn't go in the first place."

"I heard the market holds a special event. People from all over the world would come to sell. I wished to see it. But I got robbed even before I could get to the first one." you pouted as you looked at your hands.

"I hope you learned from it." Aemond said before he turned and left the room.

---

The next day, once again, you were getting ready.

"And where are you going?" Aemond's voice startled you.

"To the market."

"Did you learn nothing?!"

"Two thieves are not going to derail me from my goal. I wish to purchase goods! I wish to see what they have to offer. I heard they have special silks and treats."

"You cannot go."

"I will go Aemond, you could either come with me or stay here. But I am going."

You said as you quickly put your bag around you. You looked at him, not moving.

"I know you are worried. Come with me then, it would be a good time." you offered a small smile to him, hoping it would help him.

And it did.

"I shall go with you then."

---

Walking around with Aemond wasn't exactly how you imagined it when yesterday you suggested the idea to him.

You hoped it would be a romantic day, but it turned into Aemond looming over you like a guard dog, scaring people with his hood up and eyepatch.

You tried to ignore him and walked in between the merchants.

Something caught your eye.

A lovely pair of earrings.

"My Lady! Your taste is amazing, those are made out of real sapphire." you held the earrings in your hands, you really did like them.

"How much for them?"

"They are only two golds, My Lady." you dug into your pocket and fished out two golds and handed them to the merchant who smiled at you.

You put the earrings away before moving to a new shop.

You noticed glass jars with what looked like candles in them.

"My Lady, good day. Would you be interested? These are candles."

"Never seen something like this."

"They are scented."

"Oh? How so?"

"My lovely wife's idea. You light it and it gives the room a lovely smell. Here, try it, this one smells of lavender." Aemond observing everyone around you.

"I am not too fond of lavenders I'm afraid."

"No problem, how about a more fruity scent? Perhaps strawberry?" you nodded and the merchant handed you a jar.

"This smells really lovely. So sweet. Your wife is wonderful."

"Thank you, My Lady." the man now looked at Aemond. "Would your husband like to smell?" he tried to hand Aemond a jar but Aemond only turned.

"I'm afraid as long as you don't sell weapon-scented ones, he wouldn't be so interested." you giggled it made the merchant laugh as Aemond just rolled his eyes. "I would like to buy one of the strawberry, the vanilla and what is this?"

"It is mint."

"One of that as well please."

"Of course, just do not put them next to curtains, please blow them out if you head to bed. Wouldn't want your house to be burnt down."

"Of course." you handed him the money before taking the items. "I should have bought a basket." you smiled at Aemond before heading towards the food items.

"Do you plan on buying everything?" his voice came out harsher than he intended.

"Possibly. It is your money after all." you looked serious. Perhaps way too serious for Aemond to say if you were joking or not. But of course you were. "No need to be so harsh Aemond." you smiled at him as he watched you walk to yet another merchant.

Aemond would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't happy to spend the day with you.

He loved it very much, that whenever you found something, let that be a dress or fabric or jewellery, your eyes started to shine so beautifully.

But he knew he had to be vigilant. He would not let anything like yesterday happen again. Every time he caught a glimpse of the wrap on your finger, he was reminded of that.

But he also noticed just how kind and sweet you were when you talked with the people.

A lady just sold you some chocolate-covered nuts.

"Try one." you said offering one to Aemond, he thought you would hand it to him, but no, you raised your fingers to his lips and he would take it like that. Aemond wasn't one for sweets, but this, he truly did enjoy. Maybe it was because they came from you. He wasn't sure. "Do you like it?" you asked so sweetly.

"Hm." his reply was simple, but you were used to it. You grabbed his hand, feeling bolder as you pulled him with you.

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After dinner, you were back in your chamber, getting ready for bed, you brushed your hair.

You smiled as you softly hummed a tune.

What an amazing day you had.

Even if you and Aemond didn't marry out of love, you two still found companionship within each other.

You smiled as Aemond entered the room.

The soft scent of vanilla hit his nose as he noticed the candle lit by your side.

You soon finished with your hair as you blew out the candle and headed to bed.

Aemond was already in bed by the time you joined him.

You laid on your side, extending your hand and placed it on his chest.

"I had fun today." you whispered to him. "Wish we could do it more often. I really enjoyed my time with you, Husband."

Aemond's fingers soon found your wraps as he let out a sigh as he felt you flinch a little when he touched your hurt pinky.

"I should have been there. This wouldn't have happened."

"I'm just said I lost the ring. I quite liked that one you know."

"I will have hundreds more made."

"No need. At least the necklace you gave me is not gone. I like that one much more." you closed your eyes, ready to sleep when you heard him speak up.

"I enjoyed today quite as well, Wife." you hummed as he pulled your hand to his lips. He turned to face you, watching you as you drifted off to sleep.

"I can't sleep if you stare at me." you whispered, giggling a little before opening your eyes and meeting his. You moved close to him, placing your head under his chin, and wrapping your arms around him.

You let out one last sigh before falling off to sleep.

Aemond soon followed.

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thesoftestirises · 2 years

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raise your weapon

♡ pairing : aemond x reader ♡ rating : pg-13 in this part, 18+ for potential later parts ♡ word count : 2.3k ♡ warnings: violence, talks of d wording and k wording, and a pg 13 kiss ♡ summary : To most of Westeros, you are the dangerous leader of an antimonarchist rebellion. To Prince Aemond, you are both the bane of his existence and the object of all his desires. This is the story of your first encounter. ♡ an : i’m thinking about turning this oneshot into a smutty miniseries of what happens after aemond finally captures his white whale (aka the reader), but i’d like to see the interest level! comment/send me an ask with your thoughts if you feel strongly!

Your lungs burned. The dusty ground seemed to rise up to meet your bruised feet as you raced across the market square. You turned around to see your pursuers shoving the crowds aside and starting small skirmishes with farmers.

You weren’t sure how you’d been found. You chose Oldtown specifically because it was a large city that you had yet to visit, one where you would theoretically be able to blend in. Trying to find you should have been extremely difficult, if not impossible. Like finding a particular needle in a pile of needles. But apparently, you couldn’t even attempt to barter for eggs without sticking out like a sore thumb. It was those damnable posters the City Watch of King’s Landing had put out. They got your nose wrong, they always did, but it was clearly close enough to draw suspicion from the masses.

The City Watch had been trying to capture you for months now, but they could not move fast enough to actually get close and pose a threat. You made sure to avoid spending any more time than strictly necessary in King’s Landing, and instead moved from kingdom to kingdom haphazardly. Being outside the City Watch’s jurisdiction meant they had to spend valuable time placating the lord of whatever place you were in to allow them to question and investigate their citizens. This time, the City Watch seemed to have completely skipped the placating step and went straight to hunting you in the streets.

You took a quick glance behind you and saw a glint of bronze a few yards away. You cursed and looked around for an escape route that didn’t depend on you being able to outrun your pursuants. A few feet in front of you, a stack of boxes led up to a third story balcony with open doors. The climb seemed precarious, but you figured a fall would be safer than staring down the point of a broadsword.

You purposely knocked over two stands of tomatoes and onions, ignoring the protests of the merchants behind the stalls, and began climbing as the commotion behind you blocked the way of the guards. Once you were able to get a foothold on the balcony, you toppled the boxes behind you, hitting a few guards in the face. You smirked to yourself in satisfaction and dashed into the open flat, slamming the doors behind you.

The occupants of the room, three beautiful young ladies, stared at you in shock. You gave them a sheepish look.

“You have a lovely home,” you said as you shuffled to the exit and snatched a bottle of wine and a silk scarf off a table. “Mind if I borrow this? It’s for a good cause. Thanks!”

You swept out of the room and made your way into the hallway. You pulled the cork out of the bottle with your teeth, spitting it onto the ground and taking a swig. It was a sweet wine, one that would be a pity to waste, but you couldn’t afford to get drunk on the run. You smashed the bottle against a wall to create a makeshift weapon as you headed to the roof.

The midday sun beat against your skin relentlessly. There were no coverings, no buildings, and no people to provide shadows for you to take shelter in. Up here, you were completely exposed to the elements. And to potential enemies. You needed to find a way to get back on the ground without being followed.

You wrapped the scarf around your neck, carefully securing it in place. Taking a deep breath, you sprinted across the roof and jumped onto the top of another building, just barely making it over the parapet. You placed your hand over your rapidly beating heart and let out a surprised laugh. Okay, you could do this.

You ran across six roofs before you finally landed on top of a building with an unlocked door you could sneak into. You lifted your scarf over your head, carefully covering your nose and mouth and headed inside.

The first thing you noticed was how unusually quiet the building was. It was only after the door slammed behind you that you realized you had walked into a trap.

“Miss Y/N,” a voice spoke.

You froze and turned around. An unfamiliar man with long, pale hair and a patch covering his right eye stood at the bottom of the narrow stairwell you were in. He was tall, broad, and hauntingly handsome. Blessed with a sharp jawline and an angular nose, it would not be an exaggeration to call the stranger the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He was dressed seemingly plainly in a white linen shirt and black breeches, perhaps not looking to draw attention to himself. But you had enough experience with the wealthy to notice the distinct lack of stains on his pristine shirt and expensive calfskin material of his boots.

This man was almost certainly nobility, and there was only one noble you knew of that donned an eyepatch. The man who stood before you was Prince Aemond Targaryen. Son of the late King Viserys and Queen Alicent Hightower. Hightower. You had made a grave miscalculation. “Prince Aemond,” you said, attempting to mask the surprise in your tone while you tried to stall for time. “You are quite far from your castle.”

An insincere, flat smile crept across the prince’s face. “Oldtown was once my mother’s home. She spoke fondly of it, but I had not the opportunity to visit it until now. I suppose I should say I’m grateful.”

You said nothing, your mind too preoccupied with attempting to calculate an escape route. Whoever had planned this ambush was meticulous in their research. There were only two viable exits. One behind you, which you knew to be locked, and one behind Prince Aemond. If you could just get around him, maybe you could find a window to climb out of.

“I think you will find getting around me to be a difficult task, indeed,” Prince Aemond said, his voice as soft and melodic as the summer wind.

“Difficult, but not impossible,” you said, pointing out his choice of words.

At that, he chuckled. “You are as clever as they say. You know, the king had the previous Commander of the City Watch replaced after he failed to capture you during the riot you started in King’s Landing two weeks ago.”

You furrowed your brows. You certainly weren’t sorry to see Ser Robert Waters go, but he had been a convenient enemy. In fact, you could probably credit Ser Waters’s ineptitude for your rise. An intelligent military official would have had enough foresight to squash your rebellion when it was just you. Now it would take a considerable amount of effort to quell the flames you had fanned.

But, you mused, it wouldn’t be impossible to douse the fires completely. And this new Commander, whoever he was, was a far greater threat than you had anticipated if he was able to catch up with you so quickly after being promoted and ensure Prince Aemond, one of the greatest swordsmen alive, was the one to trap you. You had to watch your step carefully and gather as much information as you could.

“Well, goody for all of you. Who do I send the letter of congratulations out to?”

“I don’t think you’re in any position to be asking questions,” he said as he began climbing the stairs to approach you.

You took a sharp breath and steeled yourself. You already knew the only chance of escape you had was behind Aemond, and he was not going to simply allow you to pass. You would have to fight your way through him. While you did have the benefit of the high ground, Aemond was undoubtedly stronger and far more skilled at fighting than you were. Your weapons had always been your words. Besting him would take a literal miracle, but you chose to shove that thought aside. No use prematurely mourning yourself. You needed to keep your wits about you.

“Listen, I don’t want to have to fight you,” Aemond said, his expression surprisingly earnest. “If you come quietly, I’ll make sure the king doesn’t execute you for your crimes. You have my word.”

“Oh, how generous,” you said, pouting mockingly. “Unfortunately, I’m going to have to pass. Rotting away in a jail cell sounds even less appealing than having my head chopped off.”

Aemond hummed at your statement as he stopped halfway up the staircase. “That can also be arranged.”

“Maybe some other time. I’m not quite ready to meet the gods yet, I’ve got some sins I need to atone for first.”

Aemond moved into a fighting stance, placing one foot on the stair in front of him. “You won’t make it past me.”

“Won’t. Can’t. Shouldn’t. Sounds like a challenge to me.”

He laughed in disbelief. “You must be mad.”

“Barking,” you said with a smile, before lunging at him.

With the element of surprise and the higher ground, you were able to use your momentum to knock the both of you down the stairs. Aemond had taken the majority of the damage, acting as your unwitting cushion as the two of you tumbled down the stone steps. When you had stopped at the first landing, Aemond hissed in annoyance underneath you and quickly dispatched you of your only weapon, throwing it against a wall and shattering the bottle into thousands of glittering green shards.

He then grabbed you by your elbows and looked at you sternly, as if he was scolding an unruly child. “I do not want to fight you, Y/N.”

“Little late for that,” you grunted before pulling back and knocking your head against his.

The move had been severely painful for you, but it had achieved its goal of getting Aemond to let go of you long enough for you to scramble away. You stood up and swayed a bit while moving into a defensive stance. Not good. You wouldn’t be able to keep going for much longer. But you couldn’t give up. Not now, not ever.

You knew why Aemond was so insistent on taking you alive. They wanted to parade you around as an example. To show off the might of the king and his army. To show that resistance was futile. If they caught you, it would be the end of you and any hope the citizens of your kingdom had of ever being free of the tyranny of feudalism.

No, your options were to live free or die fighting. Who knows, perhaps you would find even more success in martyrdom.

Aemond groaned as he slowly got up, rubbing at his temple with a frown set on his lips. “I see I underestimated you.”

“Well, there’s more where that came from,” you threatened, raising your fists in front of your face.

“Y/N, please. I’ve been trained to kill since birth. The only reason you still stand is because, as I’ve stated before, I do not wish to lay hands on you.”

“Since birth, huh? Clearly you weren’t trained very well.”

Aemond took a deep breath in and sighed. He relaxed his shoulders and looked you directly in your eyes. “Y/N. I do not want to hurt you.”

You scoffed in disbelief. “You don’t want to hurt me?”

You didn’t give Aemond a second to respond before launching yourself at him again. This time, he was prepared enough to dodge your attack, sending you crashing into a wall. You screamed in frustration and turned around, looking at a passive faced Aemond with wild eyes.

“You monarchists have no idea what you’re talking about. You don’t want to hurt me? You’re already hurting me! You think being hunted across the country is fun? Do you think I enjoy seeing my fellow countrymen suffer at the hands of your greed? If you want to take me, you will have to kill me. Because I will never, ever agree to come willingly.”

At that, Aemond finally drew his sword and pointed it at you. You took a shuddering breath, waiting for him to finally drive it into your heart and end you. Instead, he walked closer and closer, until your breaths mingled and you could practically taste the flavor of mint on his tongue.

“I don’t think you understand your position here. You cannot make demands of me. I promised my brother I would bring you back alive, and I shall do just that,” Aemond whispered, his gaze searing into yours.

He had you cornered. There was nowhere you could go that wouldn’t lead to his broadsword being buried in your chest. So, you did the only thing you could do.

You surged forward and smashed your mouth against his.

The kiss was anything but sweet. Your lips met in a bruising press that was more painful than pleasurable, but the unanticipated maneuver shocked him into dropping his weapon. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kicked his sword away, pulling him so close that there was not an inch of your body that wasn’t connected to his. After a tense moment, Aemond sighed into the kiss and closed his uncovered eye. He wrapped his arms around your waist and corrected the angle of his head so that your noses didn’t get in the way when he brushed his soft lips against yours.

You had been kissed before, but no one had ever made you feel the way Aemond made you feel. Sparks rushed to your head and your toes, making you feel even dizzier than falling down the stairs had. You almost forgot why you were even kissing him in the first place, until you felt his cold fingertips slip under your shirt and his tongue beginning to press against the seam of your lips. You squeaked and loosened your hold around his neck as your eyes flew open.

You made a fist and slammed it directly against his temple as hard as you could. The move didn’t knock him out like you had hoped, but it disoriented him just enough for you to make a quick escape from the prison of his arms. You grabbed the sword he had dropped and pointed it at him as you reached for the doorknob behind you.

“You’re good, but not as good as me,” you smirked. “Thanks for the sword, Aemond.”

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slutforaemond · 1 year

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AEMOND TARGARYEN X READER | SMUT |

•First Night •

MASTERLIST

Warning ⚠️: minors don't interact, explicit smut, slight mentions of breeding and praise kink ( if you really search for it lol), Dom aemond/ sub reader.

A/N: This is my first time ever, writing ANYTHING, let alone a smut. I have no idea what i was doing but I had fun writing it. I don't know if anyone will ever read this , but if you do I hope you enjoy !(◡ ω ◡).

PS. Forgive whatever mistakes you come across. ಥ‿ಥ

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Your heart felt as if it could leap out of your mouth at any moment now.

It was finally time for the bedding ceremony. The ladies of the court were fussing over you , teasing you about your forthcoming night.

But you barely registered their incessant chatting. You were wringing your sweaty palms, feeling more nervous than ever.

You glance over at the one eyed prince, his usual stern posture now slightly relaxed. He was swirling the goblet of wine in his hand, as his eye casually observed the buzz of the grand celebration of his wedding around him.

You realised how you had been blatantly staring at your husband only when his violet eye came to rest upon you.

You felt heat creep up the back of your neck as you saw the animalistic glint he had as he smirked at you, clearly knowing the effect he was having on you.

You shivered, but not because you were scared. Your nerves were a wreck anticipating what was to come and if you'd be able to handle it.

Before you know it, you were being escorted towards the bedchamber of prince Aemond.

The ladies helped you take off your heavy maroon gown and the jewelry that adorned you. Your hair was let down and you were made to slip on a flimsy but intricately designed nightgown.

The thudding in your chest grew louder as you waited for your husband while all the ladies left the room giggling.

You heard the heavy footsteps advancing towards the room before the door swung open to reveal Aemond. You started blushing even harder and you could tell he noticed that , his smirk from earlier returning to his face.

" My Lady wife, I hope I haven't kept you waiting for too long." He said while taking long strides towards you.

"Not at all, my Prince." You said as you held your breath unintentionally while Aemond brought his hands up to gently cup your flushed face and run his thumb across your jaw.

"Gevie." He whispered so quietly you almost missed it.

Before you could say anything, the Prince turned around abruptly at the sound of shuffling by the door.

You peeked from behind him to see two maesters, and you realised that they had come to oversee the bedding ceremony. You had completely forgotten about this custom of the royal family.

You suddenly felt sick to your stomach. You became conscious of the flimsy clothing you had worn. Subconsciously you press yourself to your husband's back, hiding yourself and clench his sleeve in your hand.

The thought of being exposed in front of those men while you and your husband got intimate made your stomach churn with disgust.

You thought about voicing your concern to the prince, but before you could, you hear the prince practically growl at the maesters, "Leave."

"Your grace, it's customary to oversee the bedding to ensure that the marriage has been consummated."

"Do you really think I would let you old fuckers look at my wife and let you go unscathed?" Aemond said with a menacing smile on his face, as if daring them to defy him.

"B-but your grace-"

"Step out right now. " he said as a final warning. "I'll make sure that the entire castle hears the bedding ceremony, so get out before I slash your tongue out."

That sentence was enough to make you whimper a little, behind him. You pressed your legs together as you feel wetness starting to build up between your legs.

The embarrassed maesters scurried out of the room before the one-eyed prince could make his threats a reality.

Now that the room was vacated by unwanted presence, Aemond turns around to look at his bride.

He takes your appearance in, with lustful eyes.

He leans into your blushing face , just enough to fan you with his warm breath. You part your lips as you take heavy breaths. Finally daring to look into your husband's eye, you realised his eye resembles amethyst, sparkling with a glint which made your cunt throb.

Aemond then slowly closes the barely existing gap, to run his nose along your jaw, taking your scent in.

You let out a sharp gasp at the contact as you pressed yourself against his hard chest involuntarily. He instantly circled his arm around your waist pulling you in even closer and started to trace your neck with his nose.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this night my sweet wife." He breathed into your ears with raspy voice.

He drew his head back just enough to see the expression on your face.

The way your cheeks glowed crimson, the way your eyes fluttered and the way heavy pants of breath escaped your dainty lips was enough to make Aemond lose his mind.

You suddenly felt lack of warmth of you husband's body against yours as Aemond withdrew from you to sit over at the edge of his massive bed.

You look at him with your brows furrowed in confusion.

"Sit." He says, beckoning you to sit over his lap. His voice left no room for argument, so you make your way over to him shyly.

Unsure as to how to act, you stand in front of him awkwardly. He clicks his tongue at your hesitance and yanks you into his lap.

You plop down on his lap with surprised gasp , clutching his shoulders for support.

This time the prince doesn't waste a moment to latch his mouth to your already parted lips, while holding onto your chin with his massive hand.

You close you eyes shut as Aemond's hot tongue darts around your mouth, exploring every crevice.

You try to kiss him back the way he was kissing you, but he digs his fingers into your waist to let you know that he's the one in charge.

He finally lets you break apart after a while to allow you to breathe.

Aemond looks at your red swollen lips covered in his saliva and your doe eyes looking up at him. He felt his cock twitch at your expression, lewd thoughts clouded his mind.

You couldn't wait for him to resume, so feeling brave you take initiative this time. You softly press you lips against his sharp jaw and repeated the action a few times before finally placing your lips over his. You felt him stiffen at your soft ,adoring approach. Adoration was an expression he never recieved, but he felt his heartbeat skip when you looked up at him with loving eyes. He was used to ladies getting scared or disgusted upon looking at the gash marring his face; so when he saw the expression alien to him, on your face , he was taken aback.

You mistook his surprise for annoyance and backed off from his lips in embarrassment. You casted your eyes down and fiddled with your fingers feeling ashamed.

But much to your surprise, Aemond pulls you back in to cover your mouth in a searing kiss. This time it felt different. You could feel the passion along with lust, in the way he kissed you as if he needed you desperately.

Without breaking apart, he effortlessly picks you and lays you down on his bed. His huge form was covering your small frame as he continued to wreck your mouth.

You let your fingers run through his silky white hair as you returned the kiss with equal passion.

He pulls apart with one last swipe of his tongue on your lips, and proceeds to place open mouth kisses down you jaw to your neck.

You fingers now clutched his hair, while you let out his name in high pitched voice, "Aemond!".

He was now running his tongue along your collarbone.

Just before he reached the top of your breasts, he stopped to undo your dress.

He fumbled with the laces for a while but gave up with a grunt, and with one swift motion he tore the cloth apart to let his eye feast on his bride's body.

He immediately latched onto your perked up nipple, sucking as if his life depended on it.

He didn't leave the other boob alone, and used his hand to knead your flesh and played with your painfully hard nipple.

You pressed your hand over your mouth to prevent obscene sounds leave your lips, sounds you never knew you were capable of making.

You husband clearly didn't like that, he bit down on one of your nipple and pinched the other one, making you shriek out his name in pleasure and pain.

"Aemond! Stop that please !" You said as a tear escaped your eyes.

He left your breasts momentarily as he brought his face close to yours.

"The sounds you make are mine to hear, and you will not refrain me from relishing what's mine , would you now , my dear wife?" He says warningly, as his thumb swiped at your lower lip from left to right .

"Yes my prince." You let out shakily, both scared and pleasured at the time. Scared that you'd anger your husband, and pleasured at the dominance he asserted over you.

He slowly pushes his thumb inside your mouth and you gladly take it in, slowly swirling your tongue around and sucking it as you maintain a steady gaze with Aemond.

"Good girl." He says with a pleased tone of voice and a slight smirk.

That small remark held so much power that it sent ripples of pleasure to your throbbing and soaked cunt. You lift your hips desperately to meet him, in search for some friction.

"So eager you are my love." He says with a chuckle.

This made you come back to your senses and you blush a deep shade of scarlet as he keeps on chuckling at your behaviour.

You suddenly realised, Aemond was still fully clothed while you were completely naked under him.

You pawed at his jacket to take it off and he complies. He takes off his shirt as well and lands back on you to take an entire boob in his mouth, covering it in his spit and peppering it with his bright red bite marks.

He dragged his left hand down your smooth body, until he reached your dripping cunt. He let his long fingers slide up and down , feeling up your wetness.

He looked up at you with a proud smirk, your nipple still getting swirled around in his mouth.

You were embarrassed beyond words but you were too desperate at the moment to care for it.

Aemond slid two of his fingers in with ease as his thumb started to knead your clit. He increased his pace as you feel his fingers explore your insides.

"Oh Aemond please!" You begged, unsure of what you were pleading for even. But you knew you needed him inside of you.

Just as you got a hang of the euphoric feeling, he withdrew his fingers. You look at him with a teary expression, confused as to why he would do that.

His velvety chuckle reached your ears yet again as he takes in your expression.

"I'm sorry love. Just trust me."

And you did. Even though it was just your first night with him, you trusted him with everything.

He started trailing kisses down your body untill he finally reached your inner thighs. After peppering your thighs with a few kisses, he decided not to tease you anymore and give in to you.

He swiped his nose across your soaked cunt, smelling your sweet feminine scent .

He rubbed his nose around a few more times, but that was not enough for you. You pushed your hips against his face desperate for him to provide the pressure you were thirsting for.

"Be patient." He said , amused immensely at your wanton lust.

You saw him look at you with an evil smirk, and that's the last thing you see as you were forced to scrunch your eyes shut in pleasure as his put his hot mouth over your cunt , completely covering it.

He then started to lap his tongue up and down your slut, and occassionally flicking your clit. He slowly built up his pace.

You couldn't even form any coherent words anymore. Your moans getting louder and louder with each lap of your husband's tongue .

You bite your lips involuntarily to prevent the loud moans to escape , but let go of it immediately as you see Aemond look at you with a silent warning in his eyes.

Aemond was beyond thrilled to see his little wife writhing with pleasure as his mouth worshipped her. He drank in your lustful expressions and your sweet moans were music to his ears.

You could feel a pressure build up in your nether regions and you grasp a clump of his hair as your hips rose from the bed as if you were possessed.

"A-Aemond ....I- i ...ohh mmh!" You barely manage to let out as you come undone all over your husband's mouth that was still latched onto your cunt, slurping your release. The sound of his tongue eagerly lapping up your release was enough to make you pass out of pleasure.

You tasted divine. Aemond licked up every single drop of your sweet juice on your cunt, while still holding your lower body up. He looked up at you when he was finally done cleaning you up with his tongue. He rested his jaw on your overstimulated clit as he looked at your spent expression with a proud one of his own.

You could barely keep your eyes open as he started to run his thumb up and down your throbbing cunt yet again.

"Aemond no I can't anymore!" You exclaim.

"Yes you can, my love. You yet have to take my cock in."

Hearing that sent fresh wave of lust over your mind and body. You started to pant heavily as his thumb worked on your clit with a speed unimaginable. With his free hand Aemond pushed his pants down and took his long thick cock in his hand, it's tip glistening with precum.

You let out a high pitched gasp as you saw his massive size and looked back at him with concern.

"Aemond i-i'm not sure if that can fit. It would hurt a lot ." You were now fretting about the upcoming pain, genuinely concerned as to how you would fit that inside yourself. Your eyes started to water.

Seeing this made Aemond became a bit softer towards you.

"Don't worry, love I'll go slow I promise." He said while running a hand caringly over your hair to ease your worry.

"Okay. I trust you."

He nodded in response and parted your legs to make way for him.

He slowly rubbed his cock over your folds, letting you get familiar to the feeling.

You instinctively wanted to press your thighs together at the pleasure but Aemond held them firmly in place, restricting your movement.

He then lowered himself above you while still sliding his cock over you, and placed gentle kisses across your face. The soft kisses were so in contrast to the savage lust he had shown till now, it made your heart beat frantically.

You were now more sure than ever, that you needed this man to be inside you.

You hold his face with your tiny hands and say, "Aemond, I'm ready."

He placed a final kiss on your mouth with a pleased hmm.

You clutch his arms that were beside your head as he slowly guided his cock inside your small hole.

He went in carefully so as to not hurt you.

"Fuck, you're so tight."

Aemond was trying not to lose control as your insides clenched around him, sucking him in.

He finally lost it as your clenches became rythmic and he accidentally went all in at once, earning a scream from you .

"Shit shit I'm sorry love. I'm so sorry." He caressed your face and wiped the tears that spilled out of your eyes in extreme pain.

"Wait, don't move please." Aemond obliges as he lays still and kisses your tear streaks.

You slowly start to get adjusted to the feeling of him buried inside you , and the pains starts to fade away into pleasure.

You started rotating your hips, trying to feel him as much as possible.

Aemond took the hint and slowly started pumping in and out. He kissed you vigorously as he kept pounding you, now picking up a faster pace.

Wet noises of the friction caused by your bodies molding into each other filled the night. Your screams and Aemond's grunts filled the hallways of the castle, truly letting everyone know that you were his, that he claimed you as a man, as your husband, in every way he should.

"Look at you, taking your husband's cock in so well."

He kept whispering praises into your ears , and it just brought you closer to your climax.

Both of you were panting hard as he kept fucking you hard and fast until you could finally feel your walls clench around him. Your eyes roll back and you writhe beneath him as you come undone yet again. Your release squirting all over his cock.

He didn't stop and kept pounding you until after a while, until when he released streams of his warm seed deep into womb and let out deep moans and grunts of pleasure.

He collapsed upon your spent body as he emptied himself inside you.

"You did so well , my sweet wife. " His deep muffled voice whispered into your ears as he rested his face in tge crook of your neck.

You let out a shaky but content sigh as you embrace him and feel yourself drifting off to sleep, with your husband still deep inside you.

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Gevie : Beautiful

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