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The Sapphire Spell Ghost Aemond x Female Reader Part Four - Ghostly Obsessions

Can a spell cast by Alys long ago bring Aemond Targaryen back to life centuries later in Westeros? When the remains of the Kinslayer are found and put on display in a Cabinet of Curiosities, the ghost of Aemond discovers the proprietor’s beautiful daughter is the only person who can see or hear him.

Dark Ghost Aemond x Female / Slow Build / Dark Romance

Word Count: 3315

Warnings: None

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After a poor night’s sleep filled with dreams of being chased through the museum, you try to follow your usual routine. You feel a pit of dread in your stomach, knowing that in a few hours you will have to dress and go to the museum to help your father. Normally, you eagerly begin work, frequently arriving early to ensure everything is in order before the public opens, but today, you wait until just before the doors open.

To your father, you brush off your behavior, saying you have a headache, and restrict yourself to the main floor, avoiding the Kinslayer display on the second. You cannot bring yourself to go near it; the memory of last night is too unnerving. Even though the museum is full of people, you are tense. You find yourself constantly searching for him in the crowd.

When the first half of the evening passes uneventfully, you gradually begin to relax a little. Finding a quiet corner, you stop to take a moment to yourself, observing the patrons, when a glimpse of him makes your breath catch in your throat. Slowly, he approaches you. You notice that, despite his striking appearance and unusual clothing for the time, no one pays him any mind. ‘It’s as if they cannot see him.'

As he moves closer, you feel the chilled air his presence brings. Trying to control your shaking, you remain rooted to the spot.

“Good evening, my lady," he says cordially, trying not to frighten you.

“What do you want?” You ask, unable to keep the tremble from your voice or your hands from clenching your skirts.

His eye sweeps over you, noticing your tension. “We wouldn’t want others to think you mad, so please remain calm and listen to me,” he says soothingly. “My apologies for frightening you. It has been quite a while since I have spoken with anyone.”

“Please come back when we can speak, and I will answer your questions. You have my word that I will not harm you." He gives you a soft smile and says, "I'll leave you be until then." With that, he gradually vanishes before your eyes, leaving you to try and act normally despite what you have just witnessed.

It takes days to gather your courage, but your curiosity and your obsession with him eventually override your fear. You want to talk with him; you have so many questions; you want to get to know him and understand him. You lie awake in bed, with time before the sun rises. Knowing you will not sleep anymore, you dress quickly and make your way to find him.

Nervously, you approach the Kinslayer display and find him standing there as if he has been expecting you. You're still wary, and keep some distance from him.

Looking at you curiously, “I can feel your presence; I know when you are nearby.” Giving you a reassuring smile. “You need not fear me. I will not hurt you.”

“You frightened me quite badly,” you remind him, trying to keep your voice steady.

“My apologies; I shouldn't have done that,” he concedes. “I needed to convince you that I was real.”

“That you are the ghost of Aemond Targaryen?” You need to hear him confirm it again.

“I would not phrase it that way. I am Prince Aemond Targaryen, but I am also... dead,” he says with a quick glance at the skeleton in the case. “I think I have been dead for quite a long time.”

Your mind struggles to accept how he can look so alive to you. “But how is this possible? You look as real to me as any man; why am I the only one who can see you?”

“I do not know why so few have ever been able to see me," he confesses with a shrug.

So many questions race through your mind that you don’t know what to ask first. “You have been dead for centuries; have you been aware all that time?” As you ask the question, you think that must be a horrible existence.

“Time is not the same for me now; I barely notice it,” he answers thoughtfully as he beckons you to come closer with his hand extended. “I have spent most of it drifting, like sleeping for long periods and only waking occasionally."

You sense no threat from him at the moment; in fact, he seems willing to be very open with you. Tentatively, you approach a little closer to him, feeling the cold that emanates from him. The iciness makes you shiver, and you cross your arms around yourself, trying to ward off the chill.

Noticing your discomfort, he asks, “Are you alright, my lady?”

“You make the air very cold.”

Tilting his head, he appears to ponder your answer for a moment: "Yes, I do remember another telling me that." It seems to be a condition of my existence and something else I do not understand.”

Another question comes to mind. “You said you mostly…sleep. Did we wake you when we brought you here?”

"No, I believe I felt activity at the Keep before coming here." Acknowledging his surroundings with an extended arm, he says, “This is a far more interesting place than a forgotten chamber under an abandoned keep." Turning to look at his remains in the glass coffin, he adds, “Though I can’t say I like being displayed like this, it’s rather unfitting for a prince of the realm.”

Feeling awkward, you can only give him a quiet apology.

“I suppose it matters little,” he tries to reassure you.

Checking the time, you realize breakfast will be served soon. "I need to go; my father will wonder where I am," you tell him cautiously, still unsure if you can trust him. "I still have so many questions I want to ask you. I would like to be able to talk again, if that is alright.”

“Yes, of course. I would like that very much,” he responds sincerely. “I have many questions for you as well.

Nodding, "I only ask that when the museum is open, you do not frighten me or interfere with my work. When we close, I will come back.

“I will honor that request, my lady." With a slight bow of his head, he acknowledges your request.

Before you go, you ask, “I don’t know how to address you. What should I call you?”

“You may just call me Aemond.

“And you do not need to address me as my lady. Just my name will do."

You give him a shy smile before turning to make your way back to your residence. All the way, your mind and body are abuzz with excitement. You need to pause a moment to collect yourself because you are nearly overwhelmed by the fact that you just had a conversation with a ghost.

You spend your day almost in a daze, but time passes slowly. You are distracted and cannot wait until you can meet with the prince again, going over your conversation with him and thinking of new questions to ask.

After closing that night, you return, remembering to bring a shawl with you this time. You find him waiting near his display, as he did this morning. A hint of a smile appears on his face upon seeing you, causing a slight flutter in your chest. Before you can speak, he approaches you.

“I know you have questions for me, but I have one of the utmost importance that I need to ask you," he asks earnestly, looking at you intently. “My lady, are you certain that my sapphire has never been found?"

The question surprises you, and you wonder why it matters to him. “No one has ever claimed to have found it. Given its historical significance, a report of its finding would be news.” You continue, "I suppose over the years someone could have found it but never reported it, possibly keeping it or selling it as a valuable precious stone. Most likely, though, it remains lost at the bottom of the lake.

Frowning at this, Aemond moves to the railing. His spectral existence gives him an ethereal way of moving; he appears to be walking, but there is a gliding element to his movements as well. He looks down at the first floor of the darkened museum, lost in thought.

Confused by his interest in the jewel, you tentatively approach him, asking, “Why is the sapphire important to you?"

Sighing deeply, he continues to stare into the darkness but answers, “Alys Rivers cast a spell on the sapphire the night before I fought my uncle over the lake.”

“Alys Rivers, the supposed witch of Harrenhal?”

“She was a witch; she had power and could see visions.” Aemond proceeds to tell you how Alys promised that he would survive the battle, but his uncle would not. He told you of Daemon plunging Dark Sister into his skull, dislodging the sapphire in the process, and spending years at the bottom of the lake, aware but helpless.

“I could feel the sapphire, the power of the spell; I knew it was close by, but I could do nothing.” He remembers it with a look of anguish and anger on his face. “I am tied to that stone. With it, I could live again; without it, I am doomed to this existence. I cannot live, and I cannot truly die."

Taking a deep breath, you are unsure what to make of this tale. Witches and spells are only found in fairy tales.

Seeing your furrowed brow, he questions you. “You do not believe me?”

Sighing, “I believe that you believe it. But you must understand that in this time, witchcraft is the stuff of legends, now only extolled by charlatans and the uneducated. We look for more rational and scientific explanations now.”

“But I am sorry that you have suffered. It must have been horrible; it is still horrible for you,” you add.

Looking at you with a cheerless smile, he remarks, “Some would have called it a fitting punishment for my actions.” He sighs and says, "But thank you for your compassion."

Unsure of what to say, you remain silent for a moment. The hour is growing late, and you do need to get some sleep. “Perhaps I should retire for the night. It is getting late, and I have another busy day ahead of me.”

“Yes, of course. He replies. “I didn't mean to burden you with my troubles. You are the first person in a long time that can see and hear me."

After bidding each other a good night, you quietly return to your room, still thinking about the strange story he told you of his last night alive.

As the days turn into weeks, your life falls into a new pattern. Now, you spend hours every night talking with Aemond. Your talks have covered a wide range of subjects. He sometimes tells you about his ghostly encounters with the living throughout the centuries.

“There was a serving maid in the Red Keep who could see me,” he tells you. “When I realized she was aware of me, I tried to speak with her. The poor girl could not accept my existence; I believe she feared she was going mad. I’m afraid that I frightened her so badly that she took her own life one night,” he recalls sadly.

Another time, he tells you about the past kings of Westeros.

“King Robert Baratheon was too busy drinking and whoring to notice that his children weren’t his,” Aemond remembers, shaking his head.

“And there was Bran the Broken. He could see me, but he could see everything.”

“I remember when the dragon burned Kings Landing as well,” he tells you with a smile.

“You mean when Daenerys Targaryen burned the city after it surrendered?” You ask, puzzled as to why that memory seems to please him. “Thousands of people were killed.”

“But I could sense the dragon. I thought that finally a Targaryen was going to reclaim the throne and restore our house to its rightful place as rulers of the realm.” Sighing sadly, he looks at you and says, “But it was not meant to be.”

While Aemond is quite willing to tell you much of what he remembers, he is also curious about the world as it is now. One night, you find him closely examining one of the electric light bulbs that now illuminate the museum. He asks questions such as, "What are these?" He also asked, "How does it work?" which prompted you to attempt to explain electricity to him. You did the best you could; you don’t understand exactly how it works, just that it works.

One night, he suddenly asks, “What of Old Valyria? Do people live there again?”

“No, no one knows anything about what Old Valyria is like. It is just as mysterious and dangerous now as it was in your time,” you reply. According to reports, a thick fog from the sea shrouds it, making it impossible to see and dangerous to approach. Exploring by land is also next to impossible; mountains and treacherous terrain, also blanketed by mist or fog, make it quite perilous.”

As Aemond looks on with deep interest, you continue. “No one has ever returned from Old Valyria. Every few decades, someone attempts to unravel the mysteries of that land, but they never return.

“The famous explorer Lord Swann was the last to venture there. My grandfather used to sail with him,” you mention with a smile. “I was still an infant when Lord Swann set sail. No one has ever seen his ship or found any wreckage. There has been no sighting of him or any man who accompanied him."

"Did your grandsire sail with him to Old Valyria?” Aemond asks with a hint of concern.

“No, he chose not to go. Age and pain from old injuries prompted my grandfather to retire from the sea,” you inform him, smiling. “ He decided to stay here and begin building this collection instead.

For weeks, you spend almost every night talking with him. You find him fascinating. He has kept his word, never interfering while you are working, never frightening you or making you feel threatened by him in any way. Now you feel quite comfortable in his presence.

More and more, your time with Aemond takes over your life. He’s your first thought when you wake up and your last thought as you drift off to sleep. You can’t wait to see him, and you wish you didn’t have to leave him.

As happy as you are, the time you are spending with him is taking a toll on you. He does not need to sleep, eat, or go outside, but you do. The late nights are catching up with you, and the lack of sleep is beginning to show on your face. Your tutor has reported to your father your lack of interest in your studies, your fatigue, and a concern for your well-being. Your father is beginning to notice and is starting to voice his concern to you.

“I’m worried about you,” your father says to you while you are having lunch together. “You don’t seem like yourself recently. Your tutor says you are struggling with your studies.”

“It’s nothing, Father; really, I’m fine,” you reply. “I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”

“Perhaps we should get out of the city and go to the cottage in the country," he suggests. “Rest and fresh country air might do you some good.”

“No, I’d rather stay here,” you insist.

Sighing in frustration, your father continues to press you. “What about attending the women’s college in Oldtown? You were excited about the prospect of continuing your education a few months ago.”

“I don’t know if I want to do that anymore. I’m happy here working in the museum,” you profess with growing irritation.

"Really, dear girl, I don’t know what is going on with you, but I don’t like it,” he continues with concern in his voice. “I really am beginning to think you need time away. You have no interest in the things you used to love. You hardly even go out anymore.”

“Everything is fine, Father. Please stop worrying about me,” your voice rising slightly in annoyance.

Throwing his napkin on the table, he looks at you earnestly. “Everything is not fine, and don’t tell me it is. You're neglecting your friends and your studies; you are not yourself, and I know it."

As he watches you purse your lips, he finally says, "This cannot continue."

That night, when you went to see Aemond, you could not hide the fact that you were upset.

As soon as he sees you, he asks. “What is the matter?

“My father says he is worried about me. He talked earlier today about sending me to the cottage we own in the country for a rest." You confide in him: "He thinks I need to get away from the museum, from the city."

He quietly contemplates this information for a moment before softly saying, “I would miss you terribly if you left.”

“I told him I do not wish to leave,” you tell him while nervously twisting a delicate gold ring around your finger. “Then he brought up the possibility of my attending college in Oldtown.”

“You do not wish to continue your studies?”

Your distress is clear on your face when you look at him. “I do, but I don’t want to leave..." you say, stopping yourself before finishing the sentence.

“You don’t want to leave? Why?” He questions.

Suddenly feeling shy around him, you press your lips together before responding. “I don’t wish to leave you," you finally admit.

“You would stay for me?” He asks curiously. “Despite who I am remembered as—a kinslayer, a monster?”

“I don’t see you as a monster.”

Aemond approaches you and stands right in front of you. With him comes the icy chill, but you don’t mind it. He raises his hand in front of your face and looks at you, asking for permission. Seeing your slight nod, he cups your cheek. At first, you just feel cold air, but gradually, you start to feel something more solid against your skin. Looking up at him, you smile, realizing you can feel his hand pressing lightly against you.

Though his touch is icy against your cheek, you also notice how large his hand is; you can easily rest your face against his palm.

“You feel so warm,” he murmurs, closing his eye to just enjoy the sensation. “It’s been so long since I’ve touched anyone.”

Opening his eye and looking down at your face, he said, “I want you to stay, but I am selfish. You must do what is best for you.”

You find yourself captivated by his face; you don’t see how anyone could think of him as a monster. He may be remembered as a kinslayer, but you wish with all of your heart that he could wrap his arms around you and hold you close. Knowing that will never happen has you struggling to hold back your tears. Feeling your emotions bubbling to the surface, you quickly excuse yourself and hurry back to your rooms, not wanting him to see you cry.

You slept deeply that night, exhausted from your fatigue and tears. Most people in the city also sleep, except for those whose work keeps them awake all night. This is the case for the employees of the King's Landing newspaper. As the ink dries on the newsprint, they bundle the morning edition that will be distributed throughout the city. This edition will carry a story about fishermen who found a bright blue sapphire while fishing near the northern shore of the God's Eye.

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Dreamin of You

Modern Dark Actor Aemond X (Non-Famous GF Reader)

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Word Count: 3065

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Warnings:: Jealousy, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, Dubcon, insecurity, unprotected sex (p in v), oral sex (F receiving)

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"Aemond! Over here!" You cringe at the noise, a man with a camera nearly screeching into your ear.

Aemond shields his eyes, trying to block out the flashing of the cameras as he tightens his arm around you, pulling you through the crowd.

It has been about a year since he got his big break. The leading man on a hit show that streams on Netflix. One of this year's biggest hits.

His life entirely changed nearly overnight, changing yours right along with it. You could no longer go out in public with him. You would be swarmed by cameras and people reaching out and grabbing at him. Women yelled out to him that they loved him.

Oh, how the women scream for him.

It doesn't surprise you. He is handsome and charming, not to mention tall, with a jawline that could cut diamonds.

Aemond used to be a quiet man. Hiding in the shadows. Shy and self-conscious. His disability made him bow out from most social situations unless you were there.

You had met Aemond back in primary school. Growing up beside him, you knew him better than anyone else. Or at least you used to.

The man standing beside you now, curling you up in his arm, is not the same man he was just one short year ago, and the realization hit you recently.

You had accompanied him to a photo shoot as you often do. Watching him flit about the place, shaking hands and charming them all with that beautiful smile. The two female models on set hanging on his every word. One being so forward as to brush her hand on his arm. Which he allowed.

Every day, you felt the pressure of his newfound fame start to squeeze into every facet of your life.

You had never been an insecure person. Never. Now you found yourself constantly comparing.

Aemond had been approached by models, a fellow actress, and even a pretty popular musician, and when you look at them and then at yourself, it's obvious that there is simply no comparison.

He is going to leave you or cheat on you at some point, which has you constantly on edge. You had been denying this, but what man wouldn't? What man would stay with his average before fame girlfriend when he could have a lingerie model? A pop star?

You know that he loves you and you love him too, but sometimes love is just not enough.

That's how you find yourself here. Standing in his living room, watching him update his Instagram after fighting your way through a sea of photographers.

Your stomach feels sick as you watch him, trying to build up the courage to say what has been bouncing around in your head for weeks.

"It's time," you whisper to yourself.

You clear your throat as you gently shake out your limbs. "Aemond? I....I need to talk to you."

"Course." He doesn't lift his head from his phone, no doubt jumping on every notification coming from his social media accounts.

"It's important"

He lifts his head and furrows his brow.

"Everything alright, love?" He turns his phone screen down toward his lap to show you that you have his full attention.

You open your mouth to speak and immediately the anxiety of what you're about to do hits you like a tidal wave. Am I doing this? Really doing this?

Aemond can sense the panic that is coursing through you and stands up and quickly walks to you, taking your hands.

"Don't be afraid, love, tell me what's going on," He squeezes gently. His tenderness makes this all so much more difficult.

"I think it's...... Aemond? I..... I'm leaving" the relief you feel at finally telling him is soothing, it's done. You've said it. No take backs.

"Leave?" Aemond grips his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white as he turns his head from you. "Leave where? Go where? For what purpose?"

"Aemond..... I mean leave..... us. This" You turn your head in an effort to avoid that eye. You know you shouldn't look away. It's you who is doing this to the both of you. What right do you have to be sad?

The gentleness on his face is replaced with shock, and he turns his back to you, taking a few steps away. His silence is deafening, but you want to be fair. Give him a moment to process this.

"I... I just don't think we fit anymore, I'm so happy for you, Aemond. You're so talented, and all this that's happening to you? You deserve it, and i want you to have it." You recoil slightly at your own words. You've been thinking it for months, but saying it out loud, saying it to him. It's so painful. So final. "But, there's no room here for me anymore"

As you feel the all too familiar sting in your eyes, you watch his form turned away from you. You want him to look at you. Let you know that he understands that you don't want to hurt him. That this is what is best for both of you.

Instead, he chuckles, and you're hit with a wave of confusion before he turns around and stalks toward you. "Leaving? You think you're leaving me?" The smirk that creeps its way onto his face sends shivers down your spine.

He clicks his tongue as he reaches you, pulling you in tight against his chest.

"You don't get to leave." He coos. "No, my darling, you'll stay right here." he gently runs his fingers through your hair, the movement comforting and menacing.

The little hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Who is this? This isn't the Aemond you know. Kind gentle, Aemond.

No, this person is someone else.

His lifts your face to him by your chin and kisses you gently. The way he moves between loving and domineering so seamlessly, it's as if there are two of him.

"You are mine little dove." He chuckles again as he looks down at you, the gleam in his eye, conveying a message that you are having trouble reading.

"Things have changed yes, we will figure out how to make you more comfortable, but one thing remains constant and that is you."

"You don't get to decide that." You wanted to say this with conviction but it comes out weak and feeble. You and Aemond have hardly ever fought and when you do, he wins every time.

Aemond sighs and smiles. "But I do. See i decide if we stay together. Me, and i have decided that we will. Now if there are things that we can work on to make you more comfortable I am happy to do that" He pushes his face into the crook of your neck as he whispers, " It's what's best for both of us"

You push him back, his arrogance finally pushing you over the edge.

"Who are you? Huh? This isn't you! This arrogant, entitled twat!" The dam that was holding back all of your frustrations fully bursts and you can't help yourself from offloading.

"You flirt with models right in front of me, you-"

"IT'S AN ACT!" He explodes, and you jump back, his voice unrecognizable.

"You think I want them? Those vapid cunts?" He grips your arm tight and shoves you down onto the sofa. The movement jarring.

"Don't shove me!" You move to get up but he leans down caging you in with his arms.

"When I sleep, I dream of you, when awake, I dream of you, when I do anything, I dream of you. There is not another for me, not in this lifetime or the next."

You push your body back on the sofa, trying to put a little distance between the two of you. He glares at you for a moment, lowering his arms from the sofa and bringing them to your shoulders.

"If you leave, I will find you, and I will drag you back to me" He slowly drops to his knees in front of you, sliding his arms down the length of your body in the process. "I'll always find you."

Your eyes widened slightly in fear. His love has always been expressed in gentleness, kind gestures, and soft caresses.

"What happened to being partners? Since when have you owned me as you seem to think?"

"I always have." He looks at you, not with malice, not with hubris, but with a look that tells you he takes this to be simple fact.

He pushes your skirt up, and begins trailing kisses up your thigh.

"Aemond.... we shouldn't. " His grip on your thigh tightens, but he doesn't stop. Your mind is telling you to push him away, stop him but your body is succumbing to his dangerous allure, like a lamb to the slaughter.

The closer he gets to your heat, the faster you lose your resolve. He's always had this effect on you. When he kisses you, touches you, loves on you, you all too quickly fall to your knees.

He slides his hand up your other thigh, slipping it under your skirt until he reaches your hip, gently squeezing at the flesh there.

You close your eyes and lean back on the sofa as he continues to lick and nip at your thigh. Every touch of his skin to yours sending currents of electricity through your veins.

"We're gonna be fine darlin" His voice is hynotizing. Just a moment ago you wanted to punch him in the face and now you are spreading your legs wider to give him enough room to fit his face between your thighs.

"That's a good girl, such a good girl" He moves his hand from your hip to your heat gently caressing you through the thin fabric of your thong.

"For someone who thinks we shouldn't be doing this you are very very wet" You feel the embarrasment rush to your cheeks but are unable to stop yourself from gently bucking your hips upward.

Aemond chuckles and clicks his tongue. "Is that was this was all about hmm? Have I been neglecting you sweet girl?" He moves your thong to the side and brings his finger to the wetness pooling there. "Hmmm seems I have, you poor poor thing" He mocks with fake sympathy.

You sigh as he grips your thighs dragging you to the edge of the sofa. pushing your skirt all the way up and exposing you to him.

"So fucking pretty" He leans forward and flicks the tip of his tongue on your pearl. Your leg twitches in response and he pulls his head back.

You groan at his teasing scooting your body closer to his face, as he starts to chuckle.

"Now, now sweet girl. I'm going to need you to admit, that you aren't going anywhere." He lightly scratches at the sensitive skin on your thigh with his thumbnail. You were supposed to break up and leave, This life with him was making you miserable. "Give me what I want, and I will return the favor" He again leans forward and flicks the very tip of your clit twice.

The teasing is starting to drive you to madness, you came into this room with conviction and a plan but it looks like you would leave this room with shame and satisfaction. "Fine! I'm not leaving, I'm not, I promise, I promise!" You feel a mix of discomfiture and arousal coursing through you but at this point you just don't care.

"Mmmmm" is the only sound he makes before again leaning forward and taking your engorged nerve into his mouth and sucking on it harshly.

"Fuckkkk Aem" You bring your hand down and grip his head, pushing his head closer to you and he is more than happy to oblige.

He slides a long course finger into you while he continues to swallow at your pearl. The sensations have your legs shaking uncontrollably, and as if your hips have a mind of their own, they buck gently against Aemonds face as he gives you everything he knows you want.

His finger crooks inside you, rubbing at the pad inside, gently calling your orgasm to him.

"Oh fuck ahhh!" Your whole body stiffens as he quickens the pace of both his mouth and finger.

As you tumble forward into your peak, you squeeze your legs around his head, the blood rushing to your face heating up your entire body. Is this heaven, or have you been tricked into hell?

After you finish sitting dumbstruck on the sofa, Aemond wastes no time. He slides towards you on his knees, wrapping his hand around your waist.

You rest your exhausted head on his shoulder and wrap your legs around his hips. With just one arm he lifts you slightly off the couch and slowly rises to his feet, you feel the muscles in his chest and shoulders tighten as he lifts you and himself from the floor carrying you into the bedroom. His hard cock pressed against you.

"Have I got you all stupid for me, sweet girl?"

You make some incoherent noises as he gently drops you onto the bed and climbs on top of you.

"I love you" He breathes the words directly into your ear, the sadness in his voice not lost on you. He slots himself between your legs tightly gripping your thigh and pulling it up against him.

"You can't ever leave ok?" He roughly kisses you before you can respond while he pulls you closer by the thigh pushing himself up tight against your core. "Not ever".

Aemond ruts against you, still fully clothed. "Can't live without ya." His voice sounds strained like this is taking everything out of him. "Won't live without ya." His movements become more rough, more desperate.

He pulls back from you just long enough to get your panties off, disposing of his boxers and trousers in the process, before slotting himself back between your legs.

He slides an arm under your back, bringing his hand to the back of your neck, raising your face to his.

"All I want is you. All I've ever wanted is you." His lips meet yours in a searing kiss, a kiss that screams don't go.

He pushes himself against your entrance, begging to be let in. You lean back further parting your legs and he pushes forward slowly.

"Fuck, I love you, oh gods I love you" He moans as he fills you up. Once he reaches the hilt, he lies down on top of you, sliding both of his arms under your shoulders before he gently starts to move against you.

Your bodies are pressed together so tight. You can hardly tell there are two separate people here.

"I'll never let you go, I'll never let you go," he repeats this over and over as his speed increases, his voice changing from desperate to domineering.

He grips your shoulders tightly, holding your body in place as he ruts up into you. "Do you understand now? You can never leave. I love you. You're mine. " his thrusts are slowly getting harder, as the heat again builds up in your abdomen.

"Fucking mine. Always mine. Forever mine," he growls the words at you as he bites into your neck.

"I'm gonna fill you up." He bites into your shoulder, pushing himself as far into you as he can get, but pushing ever still. He can't be close enough to you. He can't be far enough inside. Everything feels like it's just not enough.

He pulls back from you, has his speed increases, and his rhythm falters.

"Cmon cum for me sweet girl" He licks his thumb and brings it to your nub pressing down harshly on the nerve, his movements furious.

You whine out, your legs trembling as you feel your lower stomach growing tighter and tighter, the feeling overwhelming but so good. "Aem." You whimper, "ohhh gods"

"No baby, it's just me." He watches in wonder as you reach your peak for a second time, arching your back and yelling out loud.

"That's good. That's a good girl. Fuck yes baby" His movements become sloppy and he grips your hips tightly as he chases his release. "Say you love me," he growls his hips smacking against your skin with a loud slap sound as you moan out riding out the top of your pleasure.

"Fucking say it" he grunts as he tries to hold back his climax, "Please baby say it." His face is contorted somewhere between pleasure and pain until you acquiesce.

"I love you." The words flow from your mouth so delicately, so naturally. There was never a question as to whether you loved him. The question is whether that love is enough.

Hearing the words from your tongue immediately sends Aemond into the climax he was fighting as he screams out like some kind of feral animal thrusting into you harshly as he rides out his high, collapsing onto your chest leaving himself sheathed inside.

"I love you too"

You wake up the next morning to the alarm on your phone going off and grumble, turning it off and rolling onto your side, looking at a sleeping Aemond. Feeling ashamed of yourself for giving into him last night.

As you slide out of the bed to get ready for work he reaches out and grips your wrist tight.

"Where are you going?" His eyes are still closed and his body hasn't moved the only thing alerting you to his consciousness being the hand tightly gripping your wrist, and his voice.

"To work?" You move again to get out of the bed thinking the matter settled.

"Oh, no we are sending your letter of resignation today" He opens his eyes and shifts in the bed stretching but not releasing your wrist.

"Aemond, i'm not quitting my job!" You can't believe he would even think that was an option. You love your job. Why would you quit? Why would he even want you to? You look towards him in utter confusion as he slightly tightens the grip on your wrist.

"You can't go. You might not come back." He yanks you back into the bed crawling on top of you.

"Like I said before. You're gonna stay right here"

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