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Uncontrollably (One shot)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x cousin!reader

Summary: After long years without seeing each other, Aemond is reunited with his cousin who came from Dragon Stone for a festival in the kingdom. And after a warm reunion in the library Aemond decides, against his better judgment, to visit his cousin's room just as they did when they were younger before her father, Prince Daemon, took her to Dragon Stone. He just didn't count on the fact that things could get so out of his control.

WARNING: 18+ mdni! Smut, p in v, fingering, Oral Sex, loss of virginity, no description for reader.

Word cont: 3.900 k

Author's note: This One shot is a deleted scene from a chapter of a long fic I've been writing for a while. However, after writing it, I didn't think the scene was so consistent with the story's setting and I rewrote it differently, so I decided to share the deleted scene with you. I hope you like it, and again English is not my first language.

Aemond knew he shouldn't be there. Not after what had happened in the library, he knew he was playing with his luck, testing his own self-control. But he couldn't help it. Y/n was so close, he knew how to get to her, it wouldn't be long now before she would have to return to Dragon Stone again, and then he didn't know when he would see her again.

— To hell with it. — He sighed before pushing the wall and finding himself inside the wardrobe of Y/n's room. Aemond took a deep breath and knocked twice on the wardrobe door from the inside.

— Aem? — Came her sweet voice with expectation and a slight fear outside.

— Yes, it's me. — He replied nervously and then the light illuminated the dark wardrobe as Y/n opened the door smiling at him. Aemond tried, but couldn't help but look from top to bottom, she was only wearing a nightgown with a very thin fabric and a silk and lace cloak on top.

— Hey. — She said shyly as she closed the front part of the slip, better hiding her body from his eyes.

— Hello. — Aemond cleared his throat a little nervously — I thought we would read a little, just like the old days.

He lifted the book "Tales of Ancient Valyria" that he had in his hands, still inside her wardrobe, her favorite book, and Y/n's eyes lit up.

— Well, first you need to get out of the wardrobe. — Her playful voice made Aemond's body relax as he smiled and lowered his head to get out of the furniture without hitting the top. He then saw Y/n's eyes staring at him in awe.

— What it was? — He smiled, already out of the wardrobe and facing Y/n in the room.

— You got so tall. — She spoke simply.

— Did you just realize that now? — Aemond frowned, teasing her.

— Certainly not. — She laughed. — But it's strange to see you coming out of the wardrobe so big, when the last time you did that we were practically the same height.

Aemond smiled and guided her by the hand to the rug in front of the fireplace, feeling the skin on his hands tingle where his palm met hers. He sat on the floor and just like when they were younger, Y/n sat next to him, leaning her head on Aemond's shoulder gently, and the prince had to hold back a sigh.

He began to read aloud the Valyrian words from the book that he already knew by heart from so many times he had read it with her in mind. Aemond practically recited the stories, and barely wasted time looking at the pages, focusing too much on admiring the beauty of the princess lying on his shoulder.

— Se skori janderys geptot, zȳhon ābrazȳrys ozmijiō zirȳla tolvie tubis, se ziry jumban syt zȳhon amāzigon, gīda skori everyone ivestretan zȳhon ziry istan. — Aemond recited this part almost whispering, lost amid Y/n's beauty.

"And when Janderys was gone, her wife missed her every day. She waited patiently for her return, even when everyone told her it was impossible."

After that part, Y/n looked at Aemond and he didn't dare look in another direction, he just got lost in the beautiful eyes that he loved so much. Her sweet smell entering his nostrils intoxicated him and he felt his entire body shudder from one moment to the next with her proximity. The lack of control almost took over him once again, as had become common in the last few days, but this time he got up quickly, leaving the book lying on the carpet next to Y/n.

Aemond pulled away a little as he tried to regain his senses and contain the urge to kiss her again, just like he had done in the library. When they were children everything was so much simpler. Why now that he was a man couldn't he just sit on the rug and read a book with her without feeling like he was going to combust?

And just as thoughts were starting to flow again in Aemond's mind he felt the touch of Y/n's hand on his shoulder, the intoxicating smell once again overwhelming him.

— Aem? — She called him with that sweet voice that did things to his mind that he never thought possible. Aemond pressed firmly on the eye, keeping it firmly in place. — Are you okay?

— I am. — He turned back to Y/n, trying to maintain his composure, but as soon as he turned back, his gaze went straight to her red lips. Aemond quickly looked away, trying to look anywhere but at her lips. But then... his eyes fell onto the bedside table and the prince's eye pupil dilated instantly.

The tournament crown he had given her.

— You brought it with you.

— Of course, it's not every day that I'm crowned the queen of love and beauty by the greatest warrior in the kingdom.

His words awakened something within him that he hadn't yet realized. Such a feeling of possession and pride washing over him that Aemond could barely breathe, he didn't want to breathe, unless the air was the same as Y/n's.

The memory of the sounds she made against his neck in the library while she rubbed against his clothed thigh and that he tried not to think about tonight at all costs flooded his mind, the way she looked at him full of desire when he handed her that crown dominated him, the feeling of her skin against his during the dance that she had granted him hours before made him lose the control he swore to maintain.

And without being able to contain himself, Aemond pulled her firmly towards him by the hips and kissed her on the mouth hungrily. He wanted her so much it hurt. Y/n sighed and took her hands to his hair, tangling them in the silky strands as she pulled him even closer into the kiss.

He squeezed her hips between his fingers as he had been dreaming of doing for some time, and lightly squeezed her ass, pulling her closer and closer amidst the voracious kisses. Aemond kissed Y/n's neck while they both tried to catch their breath, he gave light bites and sucked in some spots while she sighed for him.

— Aemond.

She moaned his name sweetly and Aemond barely had control over himself when he raised his hands that were on her hips to the top of her back and holding tight to the collar of the fragile nightdress he tore it, making Y/n moan and rub herself against him as the pieces of fabric fell to the floor.

The Vision in front of him could easily have killed him. The naked body he had only seen in his wildest dreams was even more beautiful than he could have dreamed, it was perfect. Her breasts were as beautiful as he had imagined, the delicate curves of her waist and hips seemed designed by the gods themselves and between her beautiful thighs that she pressed firmly in search of relief, her intimacy that he was sure was already wet for him.

Aemond wanted to control himself, he would control himself. But he wanted to at least prove it first. And then he swore to himself that he would just taste her and pleasure her, just as he had the day before, and then he would leave. He would ask the gods for forgiveness for his indolence, and everything would be fine.

And with that thought he approached her again with his hungry gaze pulling her for another kiss while he brought his hands to her ass cheeks, squeezing firmly. Aemond guided Y/n to the bed and sat her down on the mattress with a mischievous smile on her face. She then looked up at him, looking confused with her lips swollen from kissing and the skin on her neck slightly red.

— Open your legs for me jorrāelagon. — He asked softly as he knelt in front of her, Y/n felt her whole body burn with shame, but obeyed, languidly opening her legs before Aemond's hungry eyes. My love

He said a filthy curse in Valyrian that made her blush even more if possible as he brought both hands to her smooth thighs, caressing and squeezing them. Aemond began caressing his left hand slowly while listening to Y/n's sighs and when he got to where he wanted he gently separated his lips from Y/n's intimacy and took two fingers to her sensitive pearl, caressing it.

Y/n sighed with pleasure at the new sensation of Aemond's fingers caressing her, and when he brought his fingers to her entrance and slowly placed them inside, making soft back and forth movements, she threw her head back while biting her lips.

Aemond enjoyed watching her reactions and smiled when he saw a slight frown of disappointment form when he moved her hand away, moving it back to his thigh. But before she could say anything, he firmly grabbed both of her thighs to keep them open. and dipped his head between her legs, licking her firmly from the entrance to the pearl.

Y/n moaned loudly at the sensation and gripped the sheets tightly between her fingers, and Aemond groaned as he finally felt her sweet taste on the tip of his tongue. He penetrated her tongue with his tongue and Y/n squirmed, begging for more.

— Aemond. — She said his name like a song, and he responded by giving her more and more pleasure, going deeper between her thighs with even more desire as he felt her squirm under his care. His mouth took every little part of her pussy for himself, while his nose hit her clit in a way that made her want to scream.

Y/n felt her entire body out of control, the feeling a thousand times stronger than the day before in the library. Spasms wracked her body and without control she fell back onto the sheets as she arched her back and moaned desperately. She took her hands to Aemond's hair, tangling her fingers between the strands and practically rubbing herself against his face without any shame.

— Aemond. — She practically screamed when she reached her peak, writhing against Aemond's mouth as he sucked her as if his life depended on it.

He felt her spongy walls contract more and more against his tongue and the delicious spasms brought with them Y/n's orgasm. Her taste numbed him, he wanted to feel that taste on his lips forever. The sound of her voice screaming his name at her peak almost drove him crazy, he wanted more.

Aemond moved up his lips, leaving kisses on her sensitive intimacy while he felt her shudder, and he went up her belly, kissing and sucking slowly, drawing sighs of pleasure from Y/n.

—It tastes so good. — He said as he continued to kiss more amidst the gasps of pleasure that Y/n emitted. — Sweet and perfect, like everything about you.

The kisses reached her breasts, and Aemond knew he should stop, that this was going too far and her virtue was at stake. But he told himself that if he could just touch those perfect breasts he would be satisfied. And then he took her left breast into his mouth and sucked it hard, driving her crazy as she had barely recovered from her recent orgasm. He squeezed her other breast with his hand, and gently pinched her nipple, giving her even more pleasure. Breasts so good, made for him to love, made for him to suck, with every sound made by Y/n, Aemond thought he was going to die

—So sensitive. So good for me.

Aemond rubbed his clothed body against her naked body looking for pleasure, his hardness pressing against her intimacy. He could feel her fluids moistening his pants and he moaned in pleasure at the sensation.

— Just for you Aemond. — She moaned sweetly at him. — Only yours.

A feeling of possessiveness came over him when he heard her say those words. From him. He wanted so badly to feel her bare skin against his bare skin, he needs to have that feeling at least once in his life. And he assured himself that he would go no further than that, that he would keep her maidenhood intact.

Aemond felt Y/n's hands pulling him by his clothes as she tried to kiss his neck just like he had done to her. And he ripped off his doublet and threw it haphazardly on the floor, then removing the lighter shirt he was wearing underneath and throwing it too, leaving his chest bare under Y/n's watchful gaze.

She pulled him back to her and kissed him passionately on the lips, and Aemond felt his skin burn and tingle as it came into contact with hers. Her warm breasts rubbing against his chest, Aemond took his hands to her back and pulled her further up onto the bed, where the two became even more entangled in kisses as they rubbed against each other in search of pleasure.

Y/n put her hand on the drawstring that held Aemond's pants in place and he held her hands, stopping her from pulling.

— Aemond. — She sighed his name with her eyes closed.

— I can't do that. — He spoke against her neck. — It would ruin you.

— I just want to feel you... feel your body against mine. — She sighed and scratched his back. — It's not fair that I'm naked and you're not.

Aemond took a deep breath and then inhaled. He couldn't do that, it would be going too far. The prince then got up from the bed with difficulty as he tried to move away from her delicious body.

— Aemond. — She begged there sprawled on the bed, naked, with her hair messy, her lips red from kissing and her silky legs parted as moisture ran down her thighs. He couldn't deny her. Just that more and he would go away to his own room, he was a gentleman. He wouldn't take Y/n's virtue without being married to her.

He untied his pants under her watchful gaze and then ripped them off, throwing them in the pile of clothes, leaving him completely naked, with just his eye patch. Aemond walked to the bed again and lay down on her body, now being able to feel the moisture that dripped from her directly onto his dick. By the Gods, how he would like to bury himself in her.

The two kissed eagerly and Y/n intertwined her legs against Aemond's slim waist in search of friction, making him moan against her lips as he rubbed himself against that hot moisture.

— Take it off. — She begged breathlessly between kisses, putting her hand to her eye patch.

— No. — Aemond denied, gently taking her hand away from the eye patch and stopping kissing her neck.

— Please Aemond. — She begged, looking at him while caressing his face. — I want to see you in full, I don't care about scars.

And Aemond knew that there was nothing in this world that she begged him naked under his body that he wouldn't do. If she asked him right now to ride Vhagar and burn an entire city, he would burn it without a second thought. And taking his hand to his face, he removed the eye patch, looking at her slightly nervous, fearing to see rejection in the eyes he loved so much.

Y/n admired him enchantedly. It was different from the last time she saw him, there was a shiny sapphire stone where Aemond's eye had once been and the wound was well healed. Y/n gently brought her hand towards his eye, stroking it softly the region.

— It hurts? — She asked in a soft voice.Aemond shook his head slightly as he turned and placed a kiss on Y/n's palm.

— Almost no more.

— Gevie. — She said with a look of pure adoration as she pulled him into another passionate kiss that made Aemond sigh.

Y/n kissed his way up his face until she reached his left eye where the sapphire was and she left a long and affectionate kiss, as if Aemond was the most important thing in her world.

— Vok issa jorrāelagon. — She said with her eyes full of pure adoration, making some tears well up in Aemond's eye, who, with a genuine smile, kissed her even more passionately than before. You are perfect my love.

— Ao issi vok, se olvie gevie mirre vēttan ondoso se jaes. — He spoke with his face glued to hers while rubbing their noses and lips against each other in an extremely intimate way. You are perfection, the most beautiful creature ever made by the gods.

Aemond's throbbing member rubbed against Y/n's wetness, leaving them both panting with desire amidst the intimate caresses. And she wanted him so badly in that moment, more than anything she had ever wanted in her life.

— Aem. — She whimpered. — I want you. I want you so badly.

— We can not do that. — He panted, pulling away slightly from her.

Y/n tangled her fingers in his silver hair, pulling him back into a voracious and messy kiss.

— Y/n... — Aemond sighed between the kiss, trying to pull away, but not having the strength to do so, he wanted so much, but knew he shouldn't.

— I was made to be yours. — She grunted, holding him by the hair and looking at him in a way that bordered on despair. — Only yours. Not from him.

Him. Aemond knew who she was talking about, and for a moment in that haze of lust he had forgotten about that bastard who wanted to steal what was his.

— Aemond, I'd rather die, I'd rather be ruined, I'd rather anything than let him lay his hands on me. I feel sick at the thought of him putting his hands on my body. I don't want him. I want you. With everything in me, I want you. She looked directly into his eyes as she spoke, still holding him by his silky silver hair.

— I am begging you Aemond Targaryen. — She sighed beneath him, her eyes shining with desire. — Ruin me.

Aemond can't resist any longer, not with her begging like that. And with a groan he looked into her eyes and began to penetrate her soft, warm intimacy with his hard bulge. And at that moment he came to the conclusion that he had never felt anything as good as that in his entire life.

Y/n dug her nails into Aemond's back as she felt him slowly enter her insides.

— Aemond. — She sighed amidst the pleasure and slight pain and he immediately stood still, looking at her with slightly frightened eyes.

— Did I hurt you?

— No. — Y/n grabbed his shoulders pulling him closer to her. —Don't stop, I'm fine.

Aemond continued pushing inside her slowly, fearing to hurt her in any way, and little by little he sheathed himself completely inside Y/n, who was squeezing his shoulders and scratching him lightly. Aemond lay still inside her, panting as he felt her hot walls pressing and pulling him closer and closer, and trying to contain himself he buried his head in the curve between Y/n's neck and shoulder.

— You can move. — She sighed.

—Are you sure? — Aemond asked, looking into her eyes again while trying to contain himself.

Y/n confirmed with her head, putting her hands through Aemond's already messy hair and pulling him into a wet, slow kiss that got messier as he started to move inside her.

Aemond pushed himself lightly inside her and felt her gasp into the kiss and pull his hair. He then started to move harder and faster and the feeling of y/n's intimacy contracting against him was killing him.

— So good. — He moaned to her amidst the kisses and thrusts that became increasingly stronger as he lost himself in Y/n's moans.

— More. — She begged amidst moans. — Please Aemond, more.

Aemond bit her neck hard and sucked it uncontrollably when he heard her cry out for him like that. He then fucked her hard and loudly while they both panted amid the kisses and love bites, the prince seemed obsessed with her neck and was sucking it in an almost animalistic way at that point.

— Mine. — He panted.

He then took his right hand to her breast and desperately bit and kissed it down her lap until he reached the other breast, putting it in his mouth and sucking it as if he were going to devour it. Y/n threw her head back in pleasure at feeling so many sensations at the same time, and when he removed his hand from her breast and placed it between her legs, caressing her furiously, Y/n felt like she had lost all control over her own body.

— Yours, only yours Aemond. Always only yours.

The pleasure that hit her was even stronger than before, the feeling of Aemond inside her made her want to cry with joy. His naked body against hers, his mouth kissing her everywhere and she came against his cock pressing and milking it while she moaned Aemond's name wildly, crossed both legs against his naked ass and scratched his back pulling him closer and closer.

Aemond, feeling her coming and pressing against him, could no longer resist and without thinking about anything, without looking at tomorrow or the possible consequences, he spilled his seed deep inside Y/n while moaning breathlessly looking at her contorted face of pleasure.

— I love you. — He declared in the midst of pleasure and he could see her eyes, lost in pleasure, filling with tears as she brought her hand to his face and caressed it.

— I love you too.

And completely exhausted after the climax, they both fell into unconsciousness, still naked and hugging each other with satisfied smiles on their faces that lasted until the next morning, when Aemond did not appear to do his morning chores and they were both awakened by the horrified scream of the queen at the enter his niece’s room. Followed by Aegon who, upon seeing the scene, gave a malicious smile towards Aemond.

— Well it looks like we're not going to have a wedding anymore, at least not one with little Jace, isn't that brother?

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[drunk-person]

oh my gooooood! This has definitely become one of my favorite fanarts of all time! Aemond + football player + real madrid shirt = ME FREAKING OUT!!!!!!

From now on I'm obsessed with Aemond in a football setting!!

Thank you so much @lonelymagpies

It's perfect, Aemond wearing a Real Madrid shirt 😍

[drunk-person]

The Promises We Make

Pairing: King!Aemond Targaryen x lover!reader

Summary: She was supposed to be his. Not that filthy bastard. He knew her first. He loved her first. Only to they give her hand in marriage to Jacaerys Velaryon. But now the war is won, and as the new king Aemond can have whatever he wants, and he wants her. He wants to fulfill the promise he made to her outside the sept all those years ago.

WARNING: 18+ mdni! Smut, p in v, forced voyeurism, consensual exhibitionism, fingering, oral sex F and M receiving, anal sex (very little, but it's there), possessive sex, dom/sub tones if you squint, mentions of murder, Aemond murdering more kin, bastardophobia, Jacaerysphobia, no description for reader.

Word cont: 4.800k

A/n: My little contribution to Halloween "very evil laugh here". To my Aemond wives: This is basically the dirtiest, slightly darkest thing I've ever written, I'm blushing as I post it. Let's go!

Before

The sept was full of people to watch Prince Jacaerys' wedding, he waited anxiously next to the septon for the bride's arrival while slightly moving his hands.

The door opened and Lady Y/n walked in, at the same moment everyone turned to look at her. Y/n smiled beautifully as she struggled to walk down the hallway, feeling her legs still wobbly and slightly damp.

Her eyes burned as they met Jacaerys' and her smile grew even wider. Her steps became more confident, and when she reached the end of the walk, she stopped in front of the septon, still with that smile on her face.

Jacaerys watched her, visibly confused. They had met about three moons ago and the wedding had been arranged. Until then, he hadn't thought she was so eager to get married, since she barely spoke to him usually. But there she was, eager to marry him.

Interlude

Things had never been so bad. His mother and brothers had perished, and from what he could tell Daemon had also found the stranger, only he was left, the last one to survive. Jacaerys did not know if this was a gift or a punishment.

He could have fled, gone to the free cities and been free now. But he was no coward, he was a Targaryen and would not back down. But courage did not help him much when his uncle's men captured him and brought him to the black cells of the red keep.

Aemond Targaryen. Not content with the title of kinslayer after murdering Luke, he sought even deeper immoralities.

He murdered one by one all the ratcatchers at Aegon's command while they begged for their lives. He killed Rhaenys and exposed the charred remains of the queen who never be, to the kingdom after her victory. He personally beheaded each of the remaining ones who swore fealty to Rhaenyra. He burned the riverlands until only ashes remained on the ground without caring if there were innocents there. He personally exterminated House Strong from end to end, sparing no nobles or bastards, women or children.

At the end of the war, when everything seemed lost, he guided his uncle, Daemon Targaryen, into a trap. From what little was known, Aemond Targaryen lured him to Harrenhall Castle, where, separated from Caraxes, he ambushed him in a dark corridor and before the Rogue Prince knew what was happening, he was dead.

And now with the death of Aegon, who had finally succumbed to his wounds and died shortly after murdering Rhaenyra. Aemond had lost his title of one-eyed prince and kinslayer in favor of a new one.

King Aemond Targaryen, the cruel.

Now

The cell was opened with a loud noise and Jacaerys turned to see two guards enter the cell and drag him out without further explanation. And he just followed them without question, but he began to frown when he noticed that he was being taken to the bedroom wing of the fortress.

-Where are you taking me? - He asked, but received no answer.

The guards took him to one of the rooms, tied him to a chair with a thick rope, and without saying a word to him, left him there alone.

A little while later, the door opened behind Jacaerys, who felt the back of his neck shiver. The temperature in the room seemed to drop, and suddenly all sounds seemed to become quieter. There was no need to look back to know who had entered the room.

A low murmur left no doubt, Aemond had ordered him to be taken there.

-Enjoying your stay, my Lord Strong? - He asked in that cynical and cruel voice that made Jacaerys's blood boil in his veins.

-Velaryon. - He growled through his teeth, and Aemond just hummed as he gently curved his lips.

-No, it isn't. And we both know that. But now I don't need to pretend that you're nothing more than a bastard dressed as a prince walking around the court. - Aemond had a deadly voice as he spoke.

-What are you going to do? Murder me tied up like the coward that you are? Just like you did with Luke?

Aemond laughed as if Jacaerys was telling a joke.

-Please don't try to boost your own ego, we both also know that you wouldn't last even a breath in combat against me. - When he finished, Aemond was serious again.

-I'm not going to kill you, at least not yet. - His cruel voice sounded through the room.

-So what do you want from me? - Jacaerys glared at him angrily. - If you expect me to bend the knee, forget it, I will never do it.

-I don't need bastards to bend the knee to me, their false loyalty doesn't represent any value to me. I'm already the king. - He walked while mocking Jacaerys.

-But there are certain things that need to be put in their proper place. There are some promises I made that need to be kept because after all I am a man of my word.

Jacaerys did not understand a word of what Aemond was saying, and came to think that he had finally lost his mind. Until then there was a knock on the door and he said the words that changed everything.

-Come in, my dear.

The door opened and then closed behind him, soft footsteps sounded against the floor and to Jacaerys's horror when the person finally entered his field of vision he discovered that the one who had come through the door was Y/n, his Y/n. He clenched his fists, locking his jaw, trying to free himself from the chair. Aemond approached her and passed the back of his right hand gently across her face as she closed her eyes.

-Get away from her. - Jacaerys shouted in fury.

-I could. - Aemond just laughed as he addressed him again. - If she wanted me to stay away.

-She never wanted you, my dear bastard. It was always me. - Aemond's mocking smile almost tore his cheeks as he caressed Y/n's neck with his fingertips, his stomach tingling with contentment as he saw her sweet, soft skin shivering with his touch.

-Lie. - Jacaerys practically shouted as he stared at Aemond with cold eyes.

-I'm going to show you the lie. - The king said, suddenly becoming very serious, his eyes flashing in the direction of his bastard nephew.

-Take off your clothes. - He ordered Y/n who hesitated for a second because she was in front of Jacaerys.

-Aemond… - She blushed visibly looking at his hands.

-I said take off your clothes. - He murmured the order very seriously as he gently caressed her chin.

She then obeyed, and looking only at Aemond she removed them piece by piece little by little, becoming completely naked. The look of pure desire he gave her made her press her thighs together tightly as she bit her lip, momentarily forgetting that Jace was in the room.

-Come here, my love. - He called her, extending his hand and Y/n immediately went to meet him eagerly.

-Always so obedient to me. - He said, stroking her hair as she practically rubbed her head against his hand.

Jacaerys watched this without reacting. Y/n had never obeyed him, she seemed like a wild horse. She wouldn't let him touch her, she was never willing to sleep with him, she was cold and cruel no matter what he tried, the few times they lay together she hadn't even moved in bed, or completely removed her clothes, seeming to do nothing. the slightest matter of being there. And now here she was obediently naked before Aemond as she melted into his touches.

Aemond moved his hands down to her nipples and squeezed them languidly, making her open her mouth in a soft moan, while she leaned towards him, silently begging for more. He then brought his mouth to her left nipple, sucking and kissing it, making her moan softly for him as he caressed his hair, pulling his mouth closer and closer to her.

The king then brought his right hand to the top of Y/n's thighs and smiled mischievously against the flesh of her breast, still with the nipple between his teeth, as he felt the moisture that was there.

-Always so wet for me.

He then had an idea. And releasing Y/n, causing her to let out a groan of frustration, he positioned a chair in front of Jacaerys a short distance away.

-Sit here, my dear. - He waved his hand, and Y/n, even hesitantly, did so.

-Now I want you to open your beautiful legs for me, and rest them on the chair. - He spoke in that soft voice and Y/n felt herself blushing to the roots of her hair for doing that in front of Jacaery, but she did it anyway.

Aemond stopped behind her and slowly ran his hand down Y/n's body, caressing her breasts, her belly until he reached where he wanted. And then he opened the lips of her pussy, exposing her to Jace. The wetness dripped from inside her uncontrollably, wet like Jace had never seen.

Aemond smiled mischievously as he gently caressed her folds, spreading more and more of the fluids that ran from her pussy, making her moan and gasp.

-Just look at her, Jacaerys. - He said maliciously. - Melting for me, so wet.

-Has she ever wet herself like this for you? - He said, slapping Y/n's pearl, making her scream as she threw her head back.

-That's enough! - Jacaerys shouted, fuming with rage at seeing his wife in that situation.

Aemond just laughed darkly as he inserted two fingers into Y/n's intimacy, who threw her head back in pleasure with the movements he made.

-Oh my dear Lord Strong, this will only end when I have fucked each of her delicious holes in front of you and taught you how a lady likes to be treated.

As he said that, he squeezed that spongy spot inside Y/n, making her beg for his name in pure desperation. Her moist flesh pressed against Aemond's fingers, begging for more contact, begging to be filled.

-Always making such sweet sounds for me, sweet girl. - Aemond whispered close to her ear, making Y/n gasp squeezing the back of the chair with that voice sounding so close.

With an almost evil smile, gently licking his lips, Aemond turned around, lowering himself between her legs in front of the chair and without warning, pulling her by the thighs, leaving her wet and warm pussy very close to his face.

-Raise your hips a little for me, my dear. - He asked in a firm voice and she did it at the same moment, needing his care more than ever. - Good girl.

Without waiting another second, the king took her moist folds into his mouth, tasting her with desire, eliciting screams and gasps from her lips, which for Aemond were as sweet as that pussy.

-Oh Aemond… - She sighed his name between degrading moans of pleasure as he sucked her pearl and played with her using his tongue, while his long fingers hit that specific spot inside her that made her scream every time. - More, please, more.

Aemond laughed in pure malice against her, making her feel even more pleasure, her soft walls contracting against his fingers as her whole body began to spasm slightly, Y/n's moans became louder and more debauched as she tangled her hands in Aemond's silver hair, practically rubbing herself against his face as ecstasy took over her body, screaming the king's name in desperation as she reached her peak and collapsed against the chair, feeling boneless. The body giving slight spasms as Aemond teased her sensitive pearl with the tip of his tongue even after the intense orgasm.

-Who do you belong to? - Came the firm question in Aemond's laconic voice as he held her by the hair to face him, now standing in front of the chair.

-To you, my king. - She sighed, staring at him.

-Then get on your knees for me like the good girl I know you are! - He growled, still holding her by the hair, making Y/n moan with contentment as she got up from the chair with her legs still slightly shaking.

As she stood up, she caught a glimpse of Jacaerys again, momentarily even forgetting that he was there, and with a mischievous smile she knelt in front of the chair where Aemond was now sitting.

-You know what to do, Issa jorrāelagon. (My love). - He murmured with a sickly side smile to Jacaerys who was about to vomit, while delicately stroking Y/n's locks of hair.

-Yes, my king. - She sighed, nodding eagerly. Without needing to hear anything else, she guided her hands to the laces of Aemond's pants, pulling them avidly, overcome by the desire to please him too.

Her hungry eyes shone as she finally placed them on Aemond's already hard and leaking cock, caressing his hardness with a lewd smile on her lips. Y/n ran her soft hands all over his length, from the base to the tip, leaving a gentle caress with the tip of her thumb on the slit from where that pearly liquid slowly flowed.

With an even bigger smile when she heard the king grunt softly, she finally brought her lips to the tip of his cock, slowly sucking only that part until her cheeks sank, moaning at the same time as he felt the strong taste of his pre-cum on the tip of his tongue.

Breathing deeply through her nose, she lowered her lips as far as she could, sucking and licking him with praise. Taking her mouth off and taking a breath, she only lowered her lips to his balls and kissed and sucked them hard while she moved her hand back and forth on his member, eliciting grunts and gasps from his trembling lips. Without warning, she lowered her lips once more to his cock, making him growl and tangle his hands in her wild hair.

-I'll fuck your mouth. - He growled, giving the first thrust against her lips and Y/n did her best to nod, feeling her eyes water. Aemond grunted lightly with his hands tangled in Y/n's voluminous hair while she sucked his cock hard, kneeling between his legs more like a whore than a lady.

-That's enough. - He growled, feeling his body tremble slightly with agonizing pleasure on the edge of the abyss, making Y/n remove her mouth from his cock and look at him with those doe eyes shining with tears, as if she hadn't just sucked him like a whore, her lips still full of saliva and pre-cum.

-Come here, sweet girl. - He pulled her to sit on his lap with a sideways smile, leaving a hungry and wet kiss on her lips, feeling her moan and rub her hot, wet mouth against him hungrily. For a moment he almost forgot about Jacaerys' presence in the room, so lost in the softness of Y/n's lips and pussy.

Until he heard the sound of wood hitting the floor and looked at his nephew over Y/n's shoulder, letting out a laugh when he saw him writhing in his chair, his eyes burning with fury as he tried to free himself.

-I thought you were stronger than that, my dear nephew. - Aemond murmured mockingly as he firmly squeezed Y/n's ass with both hands, making her moan and throw her head back, rubbing herself even more against his cock.

-Aemond please…- She sighed without caring about Jacaerys. - Please…

-Please what, my sweet? - He asked, laughing, kissing her neck roughly as he looked cruelly at Jace, waiting for Y/n's answer.

-Fuck me. - She begged him without any shame, grinding on his thighs and rubbing her wet folds against his hard, leaking member. - Please fuck me, my king. I'm yours.

-Did you hear that, bastard? - Aemond growled, serrated his lips and then biting Y/n's neck, making her scream for him. - It's me she wants!

With these words, he brought his right hand to the friction zone between the two of them and with a smile of satisfaction, guided his own hard cock, leaking inside her, making her moan with satisfaction as she descended on him.

-Yes… yes… yes… - She sighed in joy, feeling him stretch every corner of her to the edge, scratching the leather of his jerkin, hungry for more contact, hungry for more of Aemond.

-My girl is so needy. - Aemond hissed, slamming his hips against hers firmly, making her scream. - Always eager for my touch, always begging for me.

-Harder, Aemond. - She moaned between sighs as she nodded her head, going crazy with each bite the king left on her neck. Going up and down on his cock, riding him harder and harder, feeling goosebumps covering her skin with the sensation of pleasure that only Aemond could give her. - Please… please…

Growling with pleasure, Aemond tangled his left hand in her hair and pulled her against him, taking her lips in a wild kiss full of greedy bites, while lifting her hips from the chair harder, making her tremble above him and grip him even tighter.

Pulling her lower lip into a bite, he trailed kisses down her neck to her breasts, sucking and caressing them with his tongue, drawing even more pleasure from Y/n, who threw her head back lost in pleasure, finding her husband's glazed eyes watching the scene, looking like he was about to vomit.

The pleasure in her core multiplied. She liked the feeling. She liked seeing the humiliation in Jacaerys' eyes as Aemond took her. Y/n liked the feeling of knowing that he was feeling even more humiliated than she felt every time she was forced to endure his touch.

Feeling Y/n's walls contracting around him, Aemond guided his hand to her sensitive pearl that gently brushed against his pelvis with synchronized movements and caressed her even harder, making her scream and tremble above him, rolling her eyes in pure pleasure.

-Who do you belong to? - He growled breathlessly into her ear, feeling on the verge of his own orgasm.

-You, my king! - She practically sobbed amidst her moans, burying her face contorted with pleasure in the gap between his neck and shoulder, still riding him with trembling legs. - You. Only you.

-Look closely, you bastard. - Aemond growled, rolling his eyes in pleasure as he fucked Y/n with abandon. - I want you to see how well she cums on my cock.

With a loud moan of Aemond's name, Y/n came all over his cock, shuddering and convulsing as she collapsed on him, squeezing him so hard that she practically ripped the orgasm out of the king, who grunted and bit her shoulder, feeling the pleasure tear him apart as his seed invaded her hot pussy.

The two of them stood still for a few moments, panting and immersed in pleasure. The only sound in the room was their uneven breathing. Jacaerys could very well be dead in all that silence. Little by little, Aemond felt his cock slowly come back to life as Y/n's pussy spasmed around him, driving him completely crazy.

She whimpered against Aemond's neck, feeling his now semi-erect cock still buried deep in her sensitive intimacy. Aemond cooed softly at her as he stroked her hair.

-Are you okay, my dear?

She nodded at him as she stared at him with a tear-stained face.

-Can you hold one more for me? - He asked, tucking a strand of Y/n's wild hair behind her ear.

-Yes. - She sighed, throwing her arms around his neck and panting when she felt Aemond harden beneath her again.

-Then be good, go to the bed and get on your hands and knees for me. - He murmured with his lips pressed against Y/n's ear, while firmly squeezing both of her ass cheeks.

Y/n stood up and gasped as her body disconnected from Aemond's and with wobbly legs she walked slowly to the bed, not sparing even a glance at her husband still tied to the chair. Aemond's seed ran down her thighs along with her own fluids and with a sigh she knelt on the bed making every effort to stay steady, with her legs aching after sex.

Aemond walked to the bed and opening the last drawer he took the bottle of oil and Y/n moaned with contentment already knowing what was coming. He positioned himself behind her and gently kissed each of her ass cheeks before spreading them, exposing her wrinkled hole. She sighed at him and leaned her body even further forward just as she knew Aemond liked, her gaze meeting Jace's at that moment with a smile of pure satisfaction as she saw tears running down his damn face.

Y/n then felt the first finger soaked in oil entering her ass and sighed as she buried her face between the sheets. It didn't take long for Aemond to insert the second and then the third while making slow movements with his hand. He brought his other hand to her swollen clitoris and gently stimulated it, making her sigh and moan with the double stimulation.

And when he removed his fingers she waited anxiously for what was to come, the feeling of pleasure taking over her body as Aemond invaded her ass with his cock slowly.

-Seven hells. - Aemond moaned as he sheathed himself completely inside her. - Always so tight back here.

He then slapped Y/n's ass making her moan and began to fuck her hard against the mattress while she moaned desperately. Aemond pressed her pearl again leaving her a mess of moans and gasps for him as she begged for more. She no longer had any strength in her arms and collapsed on the bed, only with her hips raised as Aemond held them and she tried to keep them in the right position with the little strength she had left in her body.

-Whose cunt is this Y/n? - Aemond growled as he pinched her pearl between his fingers making her scream and spasm on the sheets.

-Y-yours Aemond. - She whimpered at him with tears of pleasure running down her cheeks.

-And whose mouth is this? - He murmured leaning down and kissing her in a way that could be passionate and dirty at the same time.

-Only yours my king. - She moaned between kisses.

-And whose is this tight, delicious ass? - He asked, slapping her left cheek, fucking her even harder while stimulating her clitoris with his fingertips.

-Yours. - Y/n cried and moaned. - Only yours, Aemond. Only yours. Always only yours my king.

Jacaerys could no longer look, could no longer feel repulsion, all of this was too much for him. Y/n was his, it was not supposed to be like this. He was supposed to be the king. Y/n was supposed to be his wife. Tears ran uncontrollably down his face as he saw his wife being degraded in the worst and most repulsive way before his eyes.

-Cum for me one more time Issa jorrāelagon. (My love). - Aemond spoke with his body glued to hers as he sped up his movements, and shortly after Y/n came with a moan and collapsed on the bed while Aemond came deep in her ass with a guttural moan and bit her right shoulder.

-I love you. - She said with a tired smile as Aemond pulled out of her and kept his own intimacy in his pants.

-Avy jorrāelan tolī, issa jorrāelagon. (I love you too, my love). - He murmured softly only for Y/n's tired and sleepy ears, as he left a wet kiss between her shoulder blades.

Y/n had never said those words to Jacaerys, had never even come close, had never even told him that he was tolerable. And a tear of pure hatred and betrayal ran down his face. He saw her in bed falling asleep covered in sweat with Aemond's seed dripping down her holes while Aemond smiled victoriously at him.

-What did you do all this for? - He asked with a choked voice trying to keep it steady, feeling the bile about to make him vomit after seeing one of the greatest atrocities of life happen in front of him. - You already had her now.

Aemond walked slowly towards Jacaerys with confident steps and a smile that was a mix of victory and malice.

-No my hateful nephew. I always had her. She was always mine. And you always trying to steal what is not yours dared to put your filthy paws on her perfect body! - He hissed with his eyes burning with fury, leaning over the chair and staring at him deeply.

-On your wedding day she came to me crying and begged me to take her virginity so that she would not have it stolen by you. - He smiled at the memory in an almost melancholic way. - And I did as she asked and fucked her, while she was still wearing that wedding dress, before you had even seen her in it.

-When she entered the sept, it was with my seed dripping down her thighs, just like now. - Aemond laughed victoriously as he watched Jace shake his head in pure shock and sadness.

-She never wanted you, she came to me every chance she got and begged me to give her the pleasure she knew only I could give her. - He hissed angrily, his voice low and deadly. - She told me she felt disgusted every time she needed to feel your touch against her skin and that she would kill you in your sleep if she could.

If Aemond had told him this a few hours ago, Jace would have denied it, said he was lying, but now… there was no denying the facts. Not after the torture she had subjected him to. Not after seeing his wife being sodomized by his uncle while she cried and begged for more beneath him.

-And now… - Aemond said, approaching with a sick smile as he pulled the dagger from his belt. - I will fulfill the promise I made her years ago.

And with his eyes still glazed over from the nightmare he had been forced to watch, Jacaerys waited silently for the stranger, who was certainly coming to meet him in the form of Aemond Targaryen.

The promise

-When my brother is king and I am your hand, I will take you for myself in front of that filthy bastard, and when I finish giving you pleasure, I will cut his throat and take you as my wife. - Aemond whispered softly against her jugular, very close to her ear, making her skin crawl.

And with that promise, Lady Y/n entered the sept to marry Prince Jacaerys with a smile on her face.

The future

Y/n felt free, she felt light, she felt like the most beautiful creature in all the kingdoms. The maids were preparing her wedding dress, beautiful as only something royal could be.

The council warned Aemond about the fact that marrying the wife of Prince Jacaerys, who had consistent rumors that the king himself had slit his throat, would not help improve his already low reputation. But he did not care. And ignoring all opinions, he set the wedding date as soon as possible, because he was sure that his seed had already taken root now with the absence of moon tea.

And today, finally, the most important day of all had arrived. She would finally be Aemond's, Aemond's and his alone, no more unwanted touches, no more pain, no more tears. She would be his alone. And that was why she smiled as they arranged her clothes. Shortly after they had finished dressing, combing her hair and putting her shoes on, all the maids left her alone in the room. It wasn't long before she heard a light knock on the door. Frowning, she went over and opened it, finding a young page standing there with a yellowed piece of paper between his fingers.

-The king ordered this to be delivered to you my lady. - He said, giving her the paper, bowing and then walking away.

Y/n smiled even wider if possible, and when she opened the paper, she thought her heart would explode with pure happiness.

"I'm thinking of you, see you in the sept.

A.T."

She pressed the letter to her chest with a sigh of joy, and then safely put it away in her bedside drawer.

Lady Y/n, soon to be queen, entered the sept with a smile from ear to ear, but this time it was for all the right reasons.

[drunk-person]

Aaaahh so happy you liked it! I made it with a lot of love 💖💖💖💖

A brief attempt at Aemond and Vhagar suddenly appearing in Dove's apartment on Pomegranate Seed 🖤.

Not very good since montages are not my strong point, but I've been trying something new to help me with my creativity! So I thought I'd make something for you 💖.

ATENA 😭😭😭

You've made my day! I can’t even tell you how surprised and excited I was to see this montage! You’re absolutely the sweetest, and I must say, you're just AWESOME at making montages (don’t even deny it!!! I’m saying it with full confidence and sincerity!!!)

I love how cozy the apartment looks, and there's THE carpet, and VHAGAR IS THERE TOO. And Aemond is just WOAH 🫠🫠🫠

Thank you so, so much for indulging my soul 🩵🩵🩵

[drunk-person]

Thanks for the tags @thought--bubble 💕

Last Song: Linkin Park - The Emptiness Machine (I'm sooooo addicted to this song ❤️)

Last TV Show: Ahsoka (Specifically the Anakin and Ahsoka episode)

Last Book: A soooo boring book about communication in public crises from my postgraduate studies. (This probably been sapping my artistic creativity these days! 🥴)

Looking forward to: February too! I'm finally going to start my plan for this year, which is to exercise. My choice was: cycling so I can be outdoors!

Tagging, no pressure: @silverdragonfly @fan-goddesss @afro-hispwriterter @zenka69 @aemondsbabygirl

Thanks @exitpursuedbyavulcan and @ladylokianna the tag!!!!

Last song: Tik Tok, Kesha.

Last tv show: Grotesquerie ep 4.

Last book: Snow, Ronald Malfi (finished). Carolina dei delitti, Lia Celi and Alma, Federica Manzon (on going).

Looking forward to: my trip back home in a week to see my parents and finally meeting my newborn niece!!!

Zero pressure tags: @schniiipsel @thought--bubble @zaldritzosrose @sylasthegrim

[drunk-person]

Just saying... this was the first time I've ever done a montage like this and I'm usually very insecure about my own work, but I really enjoyed it!

Ps:I think I moved Aemond 50 times until I decided it looked like the fire from the candles was lighting up his hair hahahaah.

A small montage I made inspired by my one shot Leather gloves, jealous and dragons, which would probably work for all my other Aemond + wife stories!reader. 💕💖💖💕

[drunk-person]

I just finished watching HOTD for the first time and of course am now deep in the Aemond fic tags and wow your bravery in love and leather gloves fics?? 10/10!! The fluff & comfort of Bravery and then the 🔥🔥🔥 of leather gloves?? Can’t wait to reread them like 500 times!

Oh, that's so sweet of you to say! I'm so glad you liked them, it really warms my heart 💕, Bravery in Love is one of my favorites I've ever written! And Leather Gloves was one of those where you blush while writing hahahaha 😆

Thank you for brightening my day with your message, sweet anon! 💖💖💖💖🥰

[drunk-person]

A small montage I made inspired by my one shot Leather gloves, jealous and dragons, which would probably work for all my other Aemond + wife stories!reader. 💕💖💖💕

[drunk-person]

A small montage I made inspired by my one shot Leather gloves, jealous and dragons, which would probably work for all my other Aemond + wife stories!reader. 💕💖💖💕

[drunk-person]

send this star to your favorite accounts to show that you love them! time to spread the love! ⭐️

My sweet Silver, always so kind to me! You're my favorite too! 💖💖💕

[drunk-person]

Oh, I'm so glad you liked it! (Even though I was reading it in the cold 💕💕💖💖) I spent Christmas drowning myself in pineapple juice and lemonade, and I'll tell you a secret, I usually save Christmas recipes from cold countries to make in July (the coldest time of the year where I live) so we're in the middle of the year and I'm drinking hot chocolate with marshmallows in the shape of snowmen! 😆

I'm totally weak for Aemond Targaryen's gentle and loving husband, it's canon to me that having someone who loves him unconditionally the way he is would make him happier. Less murderous? Maybe not! But definitely a lot happier! 💖💖💕💕💕

Sweet as plums

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader

Summary: On a hot day in Kings Landing, very close to the festivities celebrating the day of conquest, Prince Aemond sends a basket of fresh fruit to his sweet wife in her chambers, not expecting that the sweetness of the fruit would make her even sweeter to him than she normally is.

WARNING: +18 mdni! Smut, p in v, fingering, oral sex F receiving, no description for the reader.

Word cont: 2.100 k

Author's note: I wasn't going to write anything for the end of the year because it's really hot at Christmas where I live so it's a bit strange to write about snow and hot cocoa. So I thought I'd write something closer to my culture, since due to the heat, we traditionally eat fresh fruit at Christmas! I hope you enjoy this piece!! 💖💖💕💕

The sun burned the walls of the Red Keep with overwhelming force, leaving everyone enveloped in scorching heat in the process. The ladies of the court wore looser dresses and softer fabrics to try to survive the heat, while many of them walked around in a way that could easily be considered shameless, being called whores in low whispers by the more conservative ladies when they weren't looking.

Among the keep's servants, there was a general rush that day, as at nightfall the banquet that would open the celebrations of the day of conquest would begin, which would be celebrated with a tournament and endless dances. Ships and carriages kept arriving with guests from all over who needed to be allocated to their respective places. And as well as guest ships, dozens of merchant ships also arrived with fresh supplies to be served to the royal family at the banquets.

On one of these ships from Gulltown there had been a shipment of sweet, fresh fruit, so ripe that its skins shone when they met the golden sunlight. Prince Aemond had barely set eyes on the crates being carried by the servants when, with a very serious look, he ordered that some of the fruit be immediately separated into a basket and taken to his wife in their shared chambers, which was promptly obeyed.

The prince found himself reasonably regretting the decision to send his wife those fruits now, while he tried to discuss with her important matters regarding the banquet later. Since he could hardly concentrate on what he needed to say to her with the juicy juice from the bright plum that she delicately devoured gently running down her chin and down the line of her neck until it reached the neckline of the flowing nightgown she wore for the hot day. and get lost adorably between those breasts, exactly the way Aemond would like to do it at that moment.

-Husband? - The words left her soft, red lips, still moist from the juice of the fruit that Aemond was sure was sweet.

-Aemond? - Y/n's voice pronouncing his name woke him from his trance, bringing him back to reality and almost making him lose his breath once again as he looked into his wife's bright eyes. - Is everything okay?

-Could you please leave your fruit to eat after I leave? - Aemond practically panted, staring at her with a crease in his forehead while his eye burned with a glow that Y/n had come to know very well in the last few months of being married to the prince.

Lust.

Concern instantly left Y/n's gaze as she tilted her head to the left side with a mischievous smile still holding the plum between her fingers.

-Why husband? - She sighed with a soft pout, before biting the juicy fruit once more, feeling the sweet flavor with a slight sourness at the end invading her mouth. - It's so sweet.

-Wife. - Aemond practically growled as he approached her slowly, with that glazed and predatory look on her, making the girl's heart flutter in her chest.

-Taste it, husband. - She smiled, lifting her torso from the sofa with a provocative look while biting her lower lip and extending the plum towards Aemond.

The prince's slightly purplish blue eyes sparkled against his wife's with each slow step he took towards her. His breathing was heavy as he gently ran his tongue over his lower lip, watching her hungrily.

When he finally approached the sofa, Aemond leaned forward, bringing his plump pink lips closer to Y/n's hand, who was holding the plum firmly between his fingers, feeling the juicy broth run down his palm and onto his wrist.

She felt her entire skin stand on end when her husband's tongue moved across her wrist, sucking the fruit juice that had hungrily flowed down there, leaving soft kisses and sucks along the way to her hand, where he finally bit off a generous piece of the plum. making a few drops of the fruit juice run down his chiseled chin. With a sideways smile, Aemond just wiped one of the drops with the tip of his thumb and sucked it right away while admiring her with that same hungry look.

-Doña. - He murmured, leaning against her, bringing his face closer to his wife's, making her gasp slightly.

-What does it mean? - She sighed, feeling dizzy as her whole body tingled at the sound of her husband's voice speaking in Valyrian.

-Sweet. - He repeated in the common language, subtly licking his lower lip and moving even closer to her. Y/n had never been struck by lightning, but she supposed that if she had been, this was how her body would feel.

With her eyes shining with greed, she saw another remaining drop run down the left side of Aemond's face, and before it could drip down the tip of his prominent chin, she licked it. Traveling the entire path that the juicy drop had taken before her, running her hot tongue from her husband's chin to her lips with a wanton smile on her own lips.

-Do you take pleasure in setting me on fire acting as if you were a whore from Lys? - Aemond gasped, holding her face firmly between his hands, squeezing her cheeks with his fingertips and staring at her with his eyes burning with desire.

The smile on Y/n's lips grew even wider if possible upon hearing that.

-I like to see the hunger in your eyes when you desire me, husband. - She sighed, looking at him from beneath her eyelashes, still with that wanton smile on her lips. - I take pleasure in watching you burn when I warm your bed every night.

The words had barely left Y/n's lips when Aemond closed the short space that remained between them, pressing a firm and demanding kiss on those sweet lips filled with the soft flavor of ripe plums that almost made him sigh.

Even in the middle of the kiss, the smile did not leave Y/n's features, who tangled her fingers in the silver strands of the prince's hair, pulling him closer and closer. Amidst the gentle tugs on his hair, she dragged her hand through the clasp of his eyepatch, pulling it carelessly and throwing it back. Averting her lips from his, she moved her kisses up to the prominent scar on his left eye, kissing it with barely contained desire until she reached the shiny sapphire protean, gasping as she felt Aemond's kisses spreading through her own as well.

With a hungry smile, Aemond sucked on her chin and neck, licking greedily where the sweet and slightly sour juice had dripped moments ago, until he reached his prize. The neckline tied with a light green string of his wife's nightgown that he untied with just one excessively strong pull, exposing her plum-sweet breasts to himself, making Y/n sigh as she felt his warm, wet tongue descending over her breasts, licking all the sweet and sticky juice in the process until he reached her nipples erect with desire, which the prince sucked and squeezed between his fingers with dedication.

Amid Y/n's sighs of pleasure, Aemond's left hand slowly climbed up her soft thighs, searching for something even sweeter that he would love to devour. The smile on the prince's lips only widened when his fingers found the growing wetness at the apex of his wife's thighs, and she emitted a strangled moan as she felt her husband's rough fingers rubbing against her soft folds.

-Open your legs for me, Doña lanty. (Sweet fox). - He murmured, looking at her from beneath his light eyelashes, still with his face buried between her breasts, laying them even further against the sofa. - I want to taste your sweetness now.

Feeling almost faint, she nodded, opening her legs for him languidly, losing her breath when Aemond's lips finally licked a strip from her entrance to the pearl, gently sucking the latter while circling it with the tip of his tongue, making Y/n scream out begging for his name, tangling her hands again between Aemond's silver strands.

-Yes… - She sighed, gently pulling his hair while she felt his hot tongue feasting on her pussy. - Aemond… Husband…

Y/n could feel him smiling against her wetness as he moved his head against her eagerly, coaxing all the pleasure he could out of her. Aemond's rough fingers teased her entrance, and slowly penetrated her, thrusting languidly and firmly, making Y/n writhe beneath him on the edge of climax. However, before she could reach the peak of her pleasure, Aemond stopped his ministrations, almost making her scream in frustration in the process.

-As sweet as the fruit, ābrazȳrys. (Wife). - He moaned with contentment when he finally removed his head from the inside of Y/n's thighs, feeling her shudder beneath him as her sweet juices ran down his chin just like the plum's had run down earlier.

-Husband, please… - She whimpered, lifting her torso from the couch to pull him towards her, her lips finding his, feeling the taste of her own arousal mixed with the sweet juice of the plum flood her tongue causing a frenzy of sensations.

-Please what, Doña Lanty? - Aemond murmured against her lips, nibbling lightly in the process, making her writhe beneath him.

-Aemond… please, I want you! - She sighed, lifting her hips and rubbing them against his, moaning as she felt his growing bulge against her heated core. - Please, husband. - She sucked a subtle mark on his jaw as she gasped those words.

Feeling his breath catch, Aemond pulled the ties on his pants as fast as he could, untying them with just one hand, since the other was too busy squeezing Y/n's hips and holding her close to him, while she kissed him passionately and desperately.

The prince didn't bother to take off his doublet and finish undressing, or to remove what was left of the thin nightgown his wife was wearing, he just pushed the pants down enough to free himself and penetrated her in the next instant, feeling her moist heat embracing him and taking him deeper and deeper, while listening to the sweet sighs and moans she emitted for him.

When Aemond made the first thrust, Y/n dug her fingers firmly into the dark green leather of the doublet, pulling him closer and closer, begging passionately for more while kissing and biting her husband's lips.

Aemond couldn't stop, he couldn't even breathe. The taste of her lips drove him crazy, the heat between her thighs made him want to never leave those rooms again. The perfect mix of plums from her lips with the bittersweet taste that remained of her pussy on his lips intoxicated him to the point that he could barely control his own thrusts.

The moment his wife's heated walls pressed against him amidst her uncontrollable sobs of pleasure at her climax, was the moment when Aemond spilled himself inside her with a muffled moan, lightly biting her right shoulder in the process.

-So good for me ābrazȳrys. - Aemond murmured against her shoulder, leaving a kiss on the place where he had previously bitten. - So sweet.

-What…- She began to speak lightly laughing and still breathless, feeling her whole body burning with heat and her heart racing with happy contentment after the strenuous activity while they were both still dressed.

-What would you like to tell me about the Conquest Day banquet earlier husband? - She finally managed to speak a few moments later, still below Aemond even though she felt like she was going to melt from the heat, while she gently caressed his silver hair.

-Forget the banquet Ñuha Doña. (My sweet). - He spoke muffledly against the valley between her breasts, lying there comfortably feeling his wife's caresses, even though he was sweating due to the heat.

-Don't you want to celebrate? - She questioned with a subtly arched eyebrow, still slowly caressing her husband's silky locks even though she was confused, since it wasn't typical of Aemond to ignore duties. - Everyone will be there, it's conquest day!

-The only form of celebration that brings me joy is when I celebrate on your sweet body. - Aemond murmured, raising his face to his wife's height, covering them with his curtain of silky, silver hair, leaving the shine of his sapphire even more prominent when his lips joined hers once more, in a kiss as sweet as the fruit they had just shared.

N/a²: Thanks for reading, reblogs and comments are very appreciated! 💕💕💖💖💖

[drunk-person]

That part definitely put a smile on my face.

Sensing your shock, Aemond adds, “We take lovers all the time.”

I SO love Aemond's somewhat blasé humor in your story, he makes me laugh a little every time, I can't help it!

Like the moment "Your wife is going to set me on fire while I sleep" and he "Don't be so dramatic.🙄"

I really loved the chapter, lots of new discoveries, I loved knowing the reason for the no kisses, he doesn't want her to see his real form, and maybe he's even afraid of scaring her, that left me... oh speechless, I didn't expect that and I found it totally incredible and creative.

Another thing I found totally incredible was the fact that he blatantly didn't want to share her with Alys, and that he even took the necessary precautions to protect her from other demons.

Aemond here is a kind of devil in shining armor!

Him being jealous was my total obsession in this chapter, he doesn't know he's jealous, or maybe he knows and doesn't want to accept it. The moment he talks about humans' relationship with jealousy was totally incredible to me because jealousy is precisely not wanting to share something we have and value, so we keep it hidden only for our eyes... and what was Aemond doing hiding it from Alys? So I'm in doubt if he knows and is denying it or if it's such a new feeling that he doesn't even know he's feeling it!

I loved the new chapter! Happy New Year! 💕💕💖💖💖💕

Pomegranate Seed

• Demon!Aemond x Reader • chapter 3 • masterlist

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warning: In Dante's words, "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here." Read the warning here, or proceed with the chapter to experience a whirlwind of emotions :)

summary: Being in a pact with a demon was never simple, but finding out Aemond has a wife? That’s when things get even messier.

a/n: to the most passionate, loveliest, and devoted readers 🩶 You blew me away with your love and support! Thank you for your patience, and bon appetit!💋

The clock ticks lethargically, its hands dragging as though time itself takes pleasure in prolonging your torment. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, your eyes betray the disbelief. It can’t be real, can it? How could you have agreed to something so reckless? Since making the pact with Aemond, you promised yourself you'd steer clear of any more dealings with demons, never again entangling yourself in their dangerous webs. But here you are, trapped again. Not a pact – but something as dangerous.

The pinkish, translucent peignoir clings to your skin, the delicate fabric molding to every curve, creating an illusion of innocence. Aemond’s dark purple love marks are scattered across your body, some hidden by the sheer lace. They will fade away, but the mirror is bound to remind you of the night he had you completely at his mercy, torturing and devouring you while forcing you to watch—burning the image into your memory. The reflection of the greedy look on your face as he jackhammers into you from behind, the sway of his clip-on earring, the way his strong, veiny hand holds your throat, his low, raw growls in your ear. Only predators fuck like this.

A few days ago, your biggest concern was the daunting presence of Vhagar. But now... it’s Alys. Could you have imagined you’d rather spend a week with the snake under the same roof again?

The clock hand creeps closer to 9 p.m., each minute a sharp reminder of the decision you can’t undo. Cold hands fidget at the hem of the peignoir.

Is it too late to back out?

Three days ago.

Your hands tremble as you fumble with the key, the metal slipping through your fingers. The lock finally clicks open, but your body is a wreck, trembling as if it were the epicenter of a quake. You push the door shut behind you, securing three locks in quick succession—each one an attempt to seal out the fear gnawing at your insides. You slip the door chain into place, as though that small piece of metal could offer any real protection.

Your heels clatter to the floor, forgotten. As you make your way to the living room, his name leaves your lips.

“Aemond.”

Your voice is a breathless whisper that carries all the despair and confusion you feel. 

My husband’s earring. My husband’s earring. My husband’s earring.

Your eyes scan the room, heart pounding, but the space remains eerily still. The only sound is the relentless tick of the clock, each second dragging out like a cruel taunt.

“Aemond!” you call again, the earring clutched so tightly in your hand it bites into your palm.

Liar. Liar. Liar.

What if he doesn’t show up? What if he’s gone—vanished for weeks, leaving you to face this alone?

“Fuck.” The word slips out, trembling, followed by a louder cry: “Aemond!”

“Desperate so soon?” His smug tone makes you jump. Your hand flies to your chest, heart hammering beneath your palm.

Spinning around, you barely process his form lazily leaning over the doorframe, the words come out in a rush:

“Don’t you ever sneak up on me like that again!”

Either it’s the panic you can’t hide or his ability to sense your emotions, but his smirk falters as the question comes out.

“What happened?”

The words die in your throat. Confronting someone about the truth has never been easy, let alone confronting a demon. Where do you even start?

Your fingers uncurl, revealing the earring resting in your palm, the delicate piece gleaming under the soft light. His eyes flick to it, but his expression remains inscrutable.

“I had a meeting with a publisher today,” you begin, each word fractured as it leaves your lips. “I decided to wear it... You left it on the floor. I thought you wouldn’t need it, didn’t think it’d cause trouble.”

A shaky breath escapes as you try to push down the bubbling panic. “When she asked me about it... I didn’t know what to say. I told her I found it on the street. She said…” you stumble as the memory is chilling your skin. “She said she’d rip out my tongue if I lied again. But then Sue came back, and we didn’t finish. I just… rushed out.”

For the first time, it’s your name that slips from his lips—not one of his teasing nicknames, but your real name, but you’re overwhelmed by a tornado of thoughts to notice it. Your gaze remains fixed on the floor, as though the right words might be hiding there.

“I knew I couldn’t summon you on the street,” you continue. “So I came home…”

When you finally lift your eyes, he’s right there, closer than you’d realized. His hands wrap around yours, warm and steady.

“Lykiri,” he whispers.

Foreign yet a beautiful word. Interesting, but to find beauty in something, we don’t necessarily have to understand it. One word. Six syllables. His hands holding yours. Very little is needed to pry panic’s claws from your chest.

His sapphire gaze burns into you, searing and inescapable—like Medusa’s, drawing you to meet it.

“What happened?”

Right. The dance around the truth has come to an end.

Your mouth is dry, the words almost sticking to your tongue. Still, they tumble out:

“She said she’s your wife.”

Behind the window, the sound of debris falling echoes like a thunderstorm. Garbage truck, you think to yourself. 

His grip slackens, fingers slipping just enough that you notice. A flicker of something—anger, disappointment, confusion—flares in his expression before it vanishes, buried beneath a practised stillness. But you saw it. And this alone tells you she wasn’t lying.

Already familiar features blur through the haze of unshed tears.

“Aemond,” you whisper. “What did you get me into?” Your hands fall by your sides as he steps back. Ironically, the earring ends up on the white, fluffy rug again—too heavy for you to hold. 

“Will you say something?” You ask, wiping away the tears threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes. As his tall figure perches on the arm of the sofa.

A cigarette appears in his hand. Has his lighter always been shaped like a dragon?

“So you’ve met Alys,” he says, a drag of smoke curling between his lips. “She’s indeed my wife.” Something inside you splinters, but it’s not the admission itself—it’s the cool detachment with which he says it, as if reciting a fact from memory.

“Is she too... a demon?”

He gives a nod.

“Oh God.” Your knees buckle, and you sink into the nearest chair.

“The nature of our relationships differs from yours.” By “yours” you know he means humans. “For us, marriage is a pact of power. If one is struck, they face the rage of two.”

You stare at him, stunned into silence. Aemond has a wife. A demon wife. You sleep with Aemond, and she suspects it, if her demonic powers haven’t already helped her figure it out. Or your scared face. This is worse than anything you could’ve imagined.

Sensing your shock, Aemond adds, “We take lovers all the time.”

“Is that supposed to reassure me?” you ask, as your gaze looks into an empty dot.

Aemond shrugs, his fingers lightly tapping the side of his cigarette as he exhales slowly. “I know Alys is capable of creating a menacing impression. If she seemed angry, it’s not because we fuck.”

You blink in disbelief. “Enlighten me then—why else is she mad?” You barely recognize the sarcasm in your own voice, the only armor you have left.

His gaze pins you in place, cutting through every defense you’ve hastily built. The air thickens as he leans forward.

“Because I didn’t tell her about you.”

“And that would’ve fixed everything?”

Aemond doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he takes another drag, the cigarette nearly finished.

“One could say so.”

“Wait.” You shake your head, trying to make sense of this new reality. “You tell each other?”

“Always,” he confirms, his tone casual, almost bored—as though he’s discussing the weather. “It’s how we keep the balance. Power, control... and, of course, trust.”

His words strike you like a lightning bolt. Not that you've thought much about demons' traditions and worldview, but this is the last thing you expected to find out.

“And now what? Now that she knows. What’s next?”

“When we tell each other about a new lover, we share them for a night.”

“Pardon?” Perhaps you didn’t hear him right. “Share? What does that mean?”

He exhales through his nose, the smoke curling like a serpent's tail. “It’s like when I fuck you... but with a third.”

Your cheeks flush crimson, both from realization and anger. You flinch as his body shakes with laughter, low, maniacal. The ash from his cigarette falls to the floor, and at that moment, your temper bursts.

Snatching the cigarette from his hand, you fling it out the open window. The cold air hits your face, grounding you just enough to turn back, still trembling with rage.

His amused gaze follows you.

“Before today, you never mentioned a wife.” Your voice cracks, fueled by betrayal. “Now she threatens to rip out my tongue, and you think this is funny?”

He shakes his head. “She was bluffing—”

“I don’t care!” You cut him off, fists clenched. “And now you’re talking about... sharing me?” The last word trembles on your lips. “Me, Aemond.”

His expression shutters, unreadable, while you gulp for air, fighting the sensation of suffocation. Your hand flies to your neck, rubbing the ache that feels too real.

“You’re angry,” he notes, almost curious.

“Oh, I’m very angry!” You nod sharply, grasping for a plan.

His head tilts, considering. “No one would force you.”

“How kind of you!”

“Listen,” he says, rising in one fluid motion—too swift, too precise.

“Don’t come closer.” Your hand trembles, raised in warning.

He halts but doesn’t retreat. “I didn’t tell you because it wouldn’t change anything.”

You laugh, bitter and disbelieving. “It changes everything.”

His lips twitch, irritation surfacing. Now there are two of you seething. “I know marriage is different for you. But don’t pretend your kind doesn’t lie, cheat, and betray. At least we don’t hide it.”

His gaze sharpens, daring you to argue.

Your chest tightens. Betray. That’s exactly why you summoned him in the first place—because of Cregan, because of Sue. He’s right—but that doesn’t make it right.

“I can’t speak for everyone,” you say, forcing your voice steady. “But if I gave someone a wedding promise, I wouldn’t break it. And I’d expect the same.”

Aemond tilts his head, like a predator studying cornered prey. “Who said I broke a promise, little dove?”

The words catch you off guard, and for a moment, you falter.

“Our promise is to keep each other safe,” he says, his eyes never leaving yours. “If anything threatened her life, I’d be there in the blink of an eye. No matter how many lovers she or I take.”

A pang of jealousy burns in your chest—but beneath it, something more painful: longing. A demon speaks of loyalty with such conviction, so absolute, that you can’t help but ache.

Would anyone ever be there for you like that? No matter what?

You swallow the bile down, the taste of it bitter in your mouth. “So you’re telling me you’re sure A—”

“Don’t…”

“Alys… Oh, excuse me, am I not allowed to say your wife’s name?” The irritation sparks in your skin with renewed ferocity.

He shrugs, sinking deeper into the sofa. “Please, indulge yourself. But you won’t like what happens next.”

Your brows furrow, confused, but something in his voice tells you it’s too late for questions. “And what follows?”

The floor screeches from the hall, catching your attention. The sound of clicking heels approaching, confident, deliberate.  A cold shiver runs down your spine.

“Hello, hello.” A familiar voice cuts through the silence. “And here I thought you wouldn’t invite me.”

Her painted crimson lips spread into a predatory smile, showing her teeth.

“Alys,” Aemond greets smoothly, tilting his head just so, as though her sudden appearance were expected, inevitable.

“Husband.” Her gaze drifts to you, her eyes narrowing because of the sunlight, making them eerily transparent. It alone makes your feet cold. Earlier this morning, there was a glitter of assessment in her eyes too, something very normal for a professional world. Now it looked like she was trying to see through you. 

A relief washes over you, as she turns to Aemond. “What do you call her?” 

His lips twitch, and for a moment, you think he’ll tell you. Little dove.

“Must I tell you?” he asks instead.

To your surprise, the dark-haired woman doesn’t throw an irritating remark at him. In fact, she seems unaffected by his reluctance to reply—even rather respectful. Anyone you know would explode.

“I’ll call her angel, then.”

The way she says it makes you doubt, for a moment, whether you’re still present in the room.

As she steps closer, your feet instinctively shuffle back until the cold edge of the windowsill bites into your lower back. There’s nowhere to run.

Her brows furrow. “You see what you’ve done?” Her reproachful tone is aimed at Aemond. “Had I known the truth, I wouldn’t have had to scare her.”

Of course, she was perfectly aware of the impression she’s made. 

“If you have a demon’s true name, you’re at risk of summoning them when you say it,” Aemond’s gaze is directed at you.

The timing, of course, is perfect. Your teeth sink into your inner lip, but you swallow the retort clawing its way up. 

“I certainly didn’t mean to summon you,” you say quietly. Alys’s eyes glimmer with amusement. Perhaps, all demons must take pleasure in distressing humans.

She hums lowly, looking around the room. Her nose winces making you aware of the poorness of your flat. Temporary flat, you want to say. “This room is… incredibly filthy,” she says, as her gaze fixes on the mirror. 

Heat prickles at your cheeks, creeping up your neck. For you’re sure she doesn’t mean it literally.

“What do you want?” you force out, your stomach twisted tight.

“Not a scaredy-cat, are you?” Her voice drips with mockery as she glides toward the sofa, easing down beside Aemond. He stays perched on the arm, hands resting casually in his pockets.

“Did you tell her?” she asks, her tone edged with curiosity.

He shakes his head. “Not happening.”

“Why?”

The slight pout framing her thin lips gives away her intent. Sharing—just as Aemond had warned.

His eyes bore into you. “She doesn’t want to.” 

“Since when do we ask?”

The irritation in her voice gnaws at you, making your breath hitch. Your wary eyes flicker to Aemond, and for a fleeting moment, you wonder—why didn’t he tell her if that’s what they always do? 

“She’s marked,” he adds when a faint smirk appears on Alys’ lips.

“Playing dirty?” The venom in her voice seeps through clenched teeth. She rises abruptly, her high heels sinking into the fluffy rug with each step she takes toward you.

Every instinct screams at you to run, but you stay still. There’s no escape. Not from a demon.

“Let’s see,” she murmurs, stopping a few inches before you. Without heels, you stand almost a full foot shorter than her, and something about her presence itself makes you feel… smaller.

“Did he tell you what the mark means?”

It takes everything not to glance at Aemond, who lingers in the periphery of your vision. “No.” He didn’t tell me much, apparently.

“No other demon can make a deal with you or touch you unless they’re a masochist craving the blazing pain it will cause. The mark recognizes the blood of the demon it belongs to,” she pauses as if about to confess. “But Aemond and I… share it.”

Share? Are they….? Your eyes widen. 

Alys’s laughter rings out, making your skin crawl. “Wrong direction, angel. We’re not kin. Just centuries of blood play leave their mark.”

Her hand slides around your waist, the other pulling you by the back of your neck, drawing you into the heat of her body. You instinctively push back, but your palms land against her breasts, their fullness felt through the thin fabric of her blouse.

“Let me go!” you squeak.

“I need just a bite of you.”

Her dark, honeyed murmur steals the breath from your chest. The words settle deep, sinking their claws into your mind. The words settle deep, sinking their claws into your mind.

The scent of crushed cherries saturates the air, sweet and heady, seeping into your lungs until breathing feels like surrender. Her warm breath skims your skin, igniting a shiver before her tongue drags slowly along the curve of your neck. You freeze, caught in a web of sensation—her touch paralyzes you, as if some invisible poison spreads through your veins, drowning you in pleasure you never asked for but desperately crave.

At the feeling of her teeth grazing the delicate skin near your ear, for one treacherous heartbeat, you almost wish she’d go on.

Then she jerks back with a sharp, snarling hiss, hand flying to her mouth. The spell has been broken, and you blink in surprise, not realising what’s happening. Scarlet lipstick smears across her fingers like a wound, as if scrubbing at some invisible torment. When her furious gaze locks onto you, molten and dangerous, your throat tightens.

He wouldn’t let her kill you… would he?

Aemond’s approving hum pierces the tension. He rises gracefully, his posture regal, hands clasped neatly behind his back. As he moves toward the window, sunlight glances off his sharp features, narrowing his gaze like a predator enjoying daylight.

“Someone should’ve told you,” he drawls, “that blood only lingers… temporarily.”

“You dare defy the rules, Aemond Targaryen?” she spits, eyes blazing as she stares at her stained hand.

Targaryen.

The name fractures something inside you—a jagged shard that refuses to fit. The world sharpens, then blurs—light collapsing into shadow. You feel its pull, relentless and consuming, dragging you away from Alys and Aemond… from a conversation that no longer belongs to you.

****

When you come back to your senses, the darkness is complete. Your head spins as you push yourself up, the familiar weight of the plaid blanket a small comfort. But something’s wrong. The absence of your pants and jacket leaves you in just your top, exposed in a way that sends an uncomfortable shiver down your spine.

Sitting up abruptly, you catch sight of two sapphire eyes, glowing faintly in the darkness.

“She’s gone,” Aemond says, as though he already knows what you were going to ask.

Relief rushes through you, your lungs suddenly capable of breathing again. You release a shaky exhale, your hand reaching for the table lamp. The sudden brightness forces you to squint, the harsh glow stabbing at your eyes.

“Did you agree to something?” you ask carefully.

His eyes narrow. “You think I gave you up?”

“Why not?” The words slip out before you can stop them. “Apparently, we’re from two different worlds.”

He says nothing. Normally, his quick wit or teasing remark would fill the gap, and you’d spar back—the rhythm of your exchanges never-ending. Now, with that rhythm broken, it feels so eerie.

“Sharing you isn’t part of the deal,” he finally says. “You have nothing to worry about.”

“What about the rules?”

“Forget it.” The sharpness in his tone makes you flinch. Irritated because of you? Or her?

He rises to his feet, and the shift in the air around him warns you that he’s about to disappear in his usual plume of ash. Desperation pushes you to speak.

“But won’t it… affect you?”

He halts mid-step, an eyebrow arched in silent question.

“I mean, you said you always share... Won’t she be mad?” You can’t help but ask, even as the answer feels like something you’d rather not hear.

“Mad?” He echoes, as his lips curve into a faint smile. “She’ll rage,” he adds, his neck stretching with a slow roll, easing out the tension. How long have you been out? “But there’s not much she can do. She’ll find another toy soon enough.”

Another toy. The words hit you like a slap, the cold reality of them settling into your bones. Is that really all you are to him?

You must have flinched, because he adds, “Don’t overthink it, little dove.”

“Easy for you to say,” you murmur. “Just yesterday, I didn’t know you had a wife.”

“Would you have preferred I told you in the middle of spanking you?” His question is laced with teasing, yet the sting of betrayal lingers. You aren’t even sure if “betrayal” is the right word for it.

Despite the bile on your tongue, you reply, “It would’ve been better to hear it from you.”

He hums thoughtfully, his eyes locking with yours—unblinking, searching. He seems to be trying to understand something alien to him, something like emotion. A flicker of hesitation. Regret? It passes too quickly to grasp.

Without another word, he dissipates into ash, the air around you cooling instantly. You blink, but it’s too late. He’s gone. No apology. No explanation. Just an empty space in the room where he had been.

You lie back slowly, pulling the plaid blanket over your body, curling up against the chill.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow you’ll figure this out.

But when tomorrow comes, the heat of the coffee mug burns your fingertips as you grasp it too tightly. Your eyes are drawn to the inscription on the mirror—a message painted in bold red lipstick, its hue unmistakable.

"Get published or not? Your choice."

****

“She’ll find another toy?” The words slip out, more a statement than a question, as you watch Aemond’s sharp profile in the mirror. His eyes are fixed upon the inscription.

“Are you sure you know your wife well?” You can’t resist adding a jab.

His gaze meets yours in the reflection. They burn into you long enough to stir the memories of just two nights ago, the heat rising inside you, driving you to look away. No matter how much you loathe him—for hiding Alys, for pulling you into this mess—his presence always feels like fire, ready to scorch your body and soul.

“There are plenty of other publishers,” he says finally, his tone borders on dismissive.

Your fingers twitch at your side. “And the fact that Al—” You catch yourself just in time, biting the mistake back. “Your wife can get into my apartment whenever she wants, and it doesn’t bother you?”

He shrugs, turning to face you fully now, his eyes narrowing. “She can’t even touch you.”

For fuck’s sake.

“What about setting the place on fire while I’m asleep?” you snap.

He exhales harshly, rolling his eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

You bite back another retort, but the following silence grows heavier, pressing down on you.

“I don’t want another publisher,” you tell him, your gaze dropping to the floor, unable to meet his eyes.

He clicks his tongue in irritation. Of course, he’d think it’s stupid. You doubt your own sanity for that matter, too.

Gathering your courage, you press on before he can deflect with one of his biting remarks. “She’s someone my editor trusts. Besides, I can’t let Sue down. Not again.”

He takes a few steps toward you, close enough that his presence prickles your skin. His tall figure looms above yours as he whispers, “Wasn’t it her who let you down?”

Your chest tightens at the painful truth. But you can’t let your weakness win, not now. “It was my writing,” you correct, quieter now. “I wasn’t good enough.”

A faint smirk curls at the corner of his lips, almost as if he were sad. “You humans are hilarious. You’d rather endure humiliation than risk disappointing someone who dragged you through the mud.”

You flinch as his words sting. Is this his weird way of telling you off, or is he drawing pleasure from pressing on your sore spot?

“Sue believed in me when no one else did.” You feel your fingers twitch against your shirt, the restless movement betraying the uncertainty you desperately try to bury. “Besides, you said you always share. What’s the problem here for you?”

We always share.

“No skin off my nose,” he confirms. “Is that your final word?”

The question hangs in the air, heavy and suffocating.

A knot of emotions chokes you, but you force it out anyway. Perhaps, you think, this night will be no different from any other night spent with him. And since he doesn’t care that much... why should you?

Your hesitation is brief, but it feels like an eternity. “Yes.”

A muscle twitches in his jaw. “So shall it be.”

****

The clock reaches 9 p.m., and you’re thankful it’s not the antique one your parents have in the living room. If that old clock’s tick were to slice through the silence, you’d have no doubt it was sentencing you to death.

When the floor creaks, you flinch, but deep down, a wave of relief washes over you. He’s the first to arrive.

His gaze doesn’t immediately meet yours; instead, it flicks over your form, lingering just a little too long on the delicate lace of the peignoir. The light fabric clings in places it shouldn’t, and you wish you could disappear under it when his eyes trace the outline of your body. You pull your arms tighter around yourself, trying to shield yourself, but it only draws more attention to how vulnerable you are.

Yesterday, the lipstick was on the mirror. Today, a lacy gift. Both from her.

Aemond is dressed in black—tight jeans and a v-neck t-shirt. Simple. Elegant.

“You don’t look excited,” he remarks, his voice laced with something you can’t quite pinpoint, as he steps further into the room and perches on the edge of your desk. His movement is full of ease and grace, making you feel like a stranger in your own house.

Your throat tightens, and your eyes dart to the notebook on top—a thinly veiled retelling of your first night together, inked in the early hours of the morning. Your fingers twitch, wondering if he’s noticed it. Would he laugh? Would he think you’re foolish?

You quickly shake the thought away. “Should I be?”

His smirk curves just a little too perfectly, his arms crossing. The fabric stretches over his biceps, the movement subtle but enough to catch the dim light. You can’t help but wonder: Is it a demonic asset, or does he actually spend time in the gym?

“Both,” he answers with a nonchalant shrug.

You shift uncomfortably on the sofa, and you can feel the thrum of your pulse in your fingertips.

“So, you can read thoughts, can’t you?” The question has been unsettling you for a while.

“Yes and no.”

“Not really into explanations?” You tease.

He shrugs. “Last time I explained how things work for demons, you didn’t like it.”

You roll your eyes, irritation bubbling up. “Oh, I’m sorry for being surprised that you have a wife.”

Asshole.

"It didn’t end well last time, remember?" His voice dips low, dangerous in its intimacy. Your skin tingles in response. His touch is too vivid in your memory.

"She’s late?" you ask, a subtle attempt to steer away from the tension. Luckily for you, he’s willing to drop the subject easily today.

“Alys is already in your bedroom.”

The words hit like a shockwave, leaving your jaw hanging open as your gaze flickers toward the darkened hallway.

"She's getting the room ready,” he adds, his tone too casual, as if it’s too obvious.

“Wow. Okay.”

You try to steady your breath, but it’s difficult when your heart feels like it’s hammering against your ribs.

Aemond closes the space between you, his presence is overwhelming as he settles beside you. You bite the inner cheek, trying to suppress the urge to pull away. The air around him hums with inhuman energy, something primal and unspoken—like every inch of you senses him as a predator, powerful and dangerous, capable of devouring you whole when the moment suits him. But worst of all is the tiny, dark wish buried deep within your soul, a craving that stirs with the thought of surrender.

“Turn around.”

You glance at him, suspicion mingling with confusion. The look must be enough to make him smirk.

“Relax, little dove. It’s for your own good.”

With a shaky breath, you obey, your skin prickling as you turn away from him. A soft shiver runs down your spine when his fingers brush against the back of your neck, sweeping your hair aside with surprising gentleness.

His hands settle onto your shoulders with ease, fingers working into the knots of tension, kneading the muscles there, but the touch feels almost too intimate. You wince as the tension melts away, a quiet moan slipping free before you can stop it.

"So tense," Aemond murmurs. Something in his words makes you recognize the tone, that low, velvety quality in his voice that crawls under your skin.

His thumbs trace the curve of your neck, his movement slow, as if he’s savoring the way your body responds to him. The touch is light, almost teasing, but it lingers long enough to make your skin burn. You can’t shake the memory of his hand once wrapped around your throat. There was nothing gentle about it, just a raw reminder that he owns every inch of you.

You’re grateful he can’t see the flush burning across your cheeks.

“She couldn’t touch me last time. How will it work?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

"As long as your body’s in contact with mine, it’ll work." His movements remain confident, soothing the discomfort that had built up. "Think of it as granting permission."

You try to push the unsettling thought from your mind, but it weighs heavily on you. You can’t imagine what tonight might bring—especially with Alys waiting just beyond the door. How could any woman stand by and watch her man touch another like this? And if Aemond touches you the way he usually does… well, this might very well be your last night alive.

His fingers slip beneath the lace edge of your peignoir, grazing the sensitive skin of your lower back. The fabric shifts with the lightest touch, the delicate lace parting just enough for him to trace slow, lazy circles at the base of your spine. His thumb presses deeper, just enough to make your breath hitch—stifled, barely audible, but unmistakable.

Your thighs press together instinctively. His touch is both a torment and an oddly comforting ache.

His hands linger, just a breath too long, before they retreat, the sudden loss of warmth leaving you trembling. It’s almost as if he’s carved something into your skin, and without him, the absence is a cold reminder of his dominance.

“A-a-a! We agreed I’m the first to touch her.”

Your blood runs cold at a sweet, singsong voice from behind.

“You were taking forever,” he remarks, his tone disinterested as he rises from the couch.

You turn slowly, fighting the instinct to freeze in place. Alys stands in the doorway, her figure casting a long shadow in the dim, flickering light. The black transparency of her dress clings to her, revealing far more than it hides—her form a silhouette of perfect, predatory grace. Her nipples, barely concealed, strain against the delicate fabric, daring your eyes to stray lower, but you don’t—no, you can’t.

The contrast between her and you is stark. Her dark, sensual presence is all sharp angles and danger, while you—soft, vulnerable, draped in frills and lace—feel like prey, exposed under the weight of their gazes. A lamb cornered by two wolves.

Alys’s smile is slow and sharp, all wicked intent, as if she too can hear your thoughts.

“Shall we begin?”

Pink rose petals are scattered across the floor, their soft blush contrasting against the dark, polished wood. The flickering candlelight casts shadows on the walls, swaying and twisting like living things, while the intoxicating scent of wax and roses mingles with something far darker—desire—that makes your head spin.

Sultry jazz spills from unseen speakers, each note weaving through the space like a beckoning hand.

"Do you like it?" Alys’s voice is suspiciously coaxing as if she truly cares about your comfort. Her eyes narrow as she watches you, waiting, reading the smallest shift in your expression.

It takes a heartbeat longer than it should for you to answer. Your mouth is suddenly dry, and you wonder if it’s too late to grab a glass of water. “Y-yes,” you whisper, hating how breathless you sound.

“Good,” Alys purrs, clapping her hands in enthusiasm. “Don’t worry, love. We’ll take such… good care of you.”

She glances at Aemond, a brief, unreadable exchange passing between them. His eyes spark deviously, his lips curling just an inch—enough for you to notice. Without breaking his gaze from you, he unhurriedly peels off his t-shirt, muscles rippling. The fabric lands on the floor, your eyes glued to it as if it’s the most interesting object in the room. You wonder if you’ll be able to relax at all tonight.

He sits on the edge of the bed, his legs spread wide.

Alys moves toward him, her hips swaying with feline grace, her bare feet barely disturbing the rose petals scattered across the floor. She kneels behind Aemond on the bed, her long, red nails trailing down his chest, leaving a faint, pinking path. Both of them, lethally beautiful, look so right together—like a well-rehearsed dance, a couple who’s moved in perfect sync for years.

“So gorgeous, isn’t she?” Alys’s breath hisses against his ear, her lips brushing the shell of his lobe before tugging it down. The sensation sparks something in your chest, a sharp jolt that twists painfully. Jealousy.

Aemond’s gaze almost burns through you. The hunger there is familiar, and it steals your breath.

“Tastes as heavenly as she looks,” he rasps.

Your cheeks burn, shame and desire knotting in your chest. Your hands sway by your sides restlessly, unsure of where to place them.

Luckily, Alys’s hand extends toward you, her palm up, nails gleaming like blades. “Come here, angel.”

Your knees feel weak, yet you can’t resist. You take a step forward, your fingers trembling as they slide into hers. Her skin is warm, and soft, but when she pulls you closer, there’s a strength in her grip that makes your breath hitch. 

As soon as your knees brush against Aemond’s, his hands move with quiet authority over your hips, pulling you onto his lap as if you were always meant to be there, fitting into him with a natural ease that makes your chest tighten. His mouth skims over your collarbone, slow, as if coaxing your very soul from your body.

Behind him, Alys watches with dark, approving eyes. Your body is getting trapped between pleasure and fear, craving to relax but also not to let your guard down. You sit still, like a frozen statue looking straight into her eyes. She clearly drinks satisfaction from your hesitation. A breath sigh escapes your lips, almost inaudible, when Aemond’s hands squeeze the flesh of your ass cheeks.  Only then Alys gives you a slight nod, permission to step up the plate. You curl your fingers into the nape of Aemond’s neck, threading through the soft, silken strands of his silver hair, finally letting yourself exhale his scent.  She leans in, her lips grazing the skin of his back just beneath your clasped hands, her tongue tracing slow, lazy circles before she bites down hard. His groan reverberates through you, and you feel it in the deepest part of your core. It’s as if everything else fades away, and the only thing you can focus on is the heat of his touch, suffocating you in the most exquisite way. You can’t stop yourself from leaning into his touch, even though every part of you knows you should resist. Especially when she follows each move of yours.

His hands slide beneath the delicate fabric of your peignoir, lifting it just high enough to reveal his intentions, ready to strip you bare. Please, you think, grinding against his thigh.

Alys tuts softly, her nails trailing along the edge of your hem, tugging it down. “Not yet,” she pouts, her voice syrupy sweet. “I spent hours choosing it.”

Aemond growls low, a sound of frustration, but you know better than to think he’ll wait long. He always gets what he wants.

He shifts, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. His teeth scrape your lobe, and then his mouth closes around it, sucking gently, coaxing a gasp from you.

Another pair of hands graze your lower back, and your breath catches, your skin reacting to the dual sensation of Aemond’s lips and Alys’s touch. Aemond tilts his head, his lips brushing over your neck, and just as the feeling begins to overwhelm you, Alys’s lips find their place on the other side. Her touch is gentle at first, but soon it deepens, pulling at your skin with a tender, hungry suction. The scent of her - sweet and intoxicating - blends with his musky, smoky aroma, wrapping around you and clouding your senses.

And suddenly, everything is too much—the heat, the pressure, the way your body betrays you under their hands and looks. It’s impossible to tell whose hands are squeezing the flesh of your hips, whose fingers are tangling in your hair, tugging just enough to make your breath hitch. It’s all a blur of heat, of need, of pressure, each touch, each kiss stoking the fire inside you until it threatens to consume you.

“Let’s get more comfortable?” Alys purrs against your cheek.

Before you can process her words, she’s already standing, tugging you from Aemond’s lap. Your body protests the loss of his warmth.

He’s settled back against the headboard now, his posture commanding, long legs spread wide in an open invitation. His gaze roams over you as if you were a dessert—pulling you closer, not asking, but threatening to devour you.

“Come here,” he purrs. His veiny hand rests casually on his thigh, while the other pats the space between his legs.

From the shadows, Alys watches, her head tilted with keen interest, her eyes tracking your every movement, savoring the anticipation itself.

You step forward, heart pounding, and move between Aemond’s legs, your back flush against his broad chest. His heat engulfs you, and his mouth finds your shoulder, lips tracing slow, teasing patterns.

Aemond’s hands move over you possessively, as if staking his claim. One slides up to palm your breast, his fingers firm but slow, gently kneading you. The other slips lower, grazing the fabric of your peignoir before sliding beneath it, parting your squeezed thighs with ease, his fingers brushing the trembling skin of your inner thighs. His touch is maddeningly slow, almost torturous in how close he is, yet never quite enough. Not yet.

Alys’s lustful gaze follows the movement of his hand, and there’s something so magnetic about the way she licks her lips. Her nipples, hardened and straining against the fabric, peek through the dress like twin towers, a subtle promise of what's to come.

“Someone’s ready to take my cock?” His voice brings you back to reality, his tone laced with satisfaction, as though he can already feel the heat dripping from you.

Your breath hitches as his fingers press against you, circling your clit through the delicate fabric. It’s not enough—never enough—but before you can even beg for more, Alys drops to her knees, crawling to your heated center like a snake.

“Dream on, babe.” Her voice is a seductive growl as she lifts the lace of your gown higher, exposing the delicate curve of your body to her gaze. “I’m the first to have fun.”

There’s not much time to process her words or how you feel about what’s coming next. A soft gasp leaves you as her tongue presses against the fabric of your underwear. Her touch is gentle, like the soft flicker of a flame just before it consumes you. Aemond’s hand tightens on your breast, his fingers twisting your nipple until you arch against him, helplessly wanting more. 

“For someone so nervous, you’re dripping,” she murmurs, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles over the soaked material.

“Did he go down on you?” Alys purrs, her voice tinged with possessive curiosity.

“Yes,” you moan, your chest rising and falling with each breath as Aemond keeps tormenting your nipple, his fingers twisting in time with the pulse between your legs. Your hands reach for him, pulling him closer, needing him with a desperate urgency.

She yanks your underwear down, exposing your slick heat to her ravenous mouth. Her dark eyes gleam with approval, a predatory hunger in her gaze. “I can’t blame him… this pussy looks like a fucking feast.”

The first flick of her tongue against your clit draws a desperate, breathless cry from your lips, your body aching for more.

“Keep singing, little dove,” Aemond whispers, his lips brushing your temple in a kiss so light it almost feels like a caress. “Let us hear every filthy sound you can make.”

Alys. Her tongue traces delicate circles around your clit, a maddening rhythm that builds with each pass, teasing and pulling you apart in the most intoxicating way. You can't stop your hips from rocking, drawn to her touch as if your body has a mind of its own, instinctively chasing the friction you crave, meeting her rhythm with desperate eagerness.

Aemond. He knows exactly where to linger, where to press, where to let his touch be a whisper against your skin, where to suck, where to bite—each touch draws out a whimper, a moan that trembles between pain and pleasure. In return, he rewards you with a slow, teasing lick at the very spot where his teeth had just sunk into your flesh, a smooth, sinful caress. His whispers slither into your ear, his praise so dark and delicious it makes your skin break out in shivers. Your fingertips dig into his biceps, pulling him closer, urging him to keep going.

Alys and Aemond. The world narrows to just them.

A few more strokes of her tongue, and you fall apart right into his arms.

“Are you on pills?” she asks casually, licking her lips, which glisten with your juices.

“Yes,” you gasp, still reeling from her touch. Aemond is drawing slow circles on your hips, almost soothingly. 

“Good,” she purrs, her gaze shifting to him. “I have no doubt Aemond would’ve already put a baby in you.”

You blink in confusion, and in a matter of seconds, your hot face turns a darker shade of crimson. But worst of all, her words strike a primal chord deep within you, stirring something raw and animalistic. As if sensing it, she presses on.

“You made a deal for seven years?” Alys laughs darkly, her sharp nail trailing from the cleavage of your peignoir, making your skin prickle. “Holy shit—that’s a lot of babies.”

Aemond groans behind you, and you feel his cock harden against your lower back. “Careful, Alys.”

She smirks, unfazed. “Can you imagine her? Swollen with your child, belly round and tight… dripping with milk, begging to be fucked all the time.”

Her words twist into something wickedly taboo, leaving you breathless and aching.

“Give me your hand,” she purrs, coaxing Aemond’s long fingers to your wet center. His fingers slip inside you effortlessly, stretching you, filling you with a sensation that leaves you gasping.

“Can you feel how she squeezes you?” Alys whispers, her mouth ghosting over your inner thigh as she plants kisses. “You’d ruin her, Aemond… fill her so full she’d never be the same. Don’t you want it?”

His fingers curl, hitting that perfect spot that makes you cry out, pleasure crashing through you like a tidal wave. More, you need more. His gaze bears into you as your eyes lift to him, not as a demon, but as a divine creature—the one you worship, not with prayers, but with moans. As he's here to listen to you until the moment you're utterly breathless.

But just as you reach the edge, Alys growls possessively.

“Enough! This pussy’s mine for now.”

Aemond reluctantly pulls his fingers away, and you choke on your breath, a quiet cry escaping your lips, desperate for release. Your gaze is directed at Aemond as he sucks his digits slowly into his mouth with a wet pop, savoring your taste with a hungry groan.

The denial leaves you trembling, your body wracked with need, the ache between your thighs relentless.

“Don’t worry, angel,” Alys says, her voice thick with satisfaction. “We’re just getting started.”

Crawling closer to your face, her lips ghost your skin, inhaling it as if trying to remember your scent.

“Did he kiss you?” she asks, her voice laced with teasing curiosity.

“No,” you whisper, barely able to breathe. Indeed, you’ve never shared a kiss. One of the rules he set himself. Was it some kind of silent pact between them? Is it some sort of a test?

Alys’s fingers brush over your lips, a subtle gesture that makes your pulse race. 

Aemond’s body goes rigid beneath you, his chest tightening, and you instantly feel it as you’re half-lying against him, his muscles hard as stone. His voice comes out low, simmering with barely restrained fury, making your breath catch in your throat. “Alys.”

She laughs softly, yet somehow, it’s a menacing sound. “It’ll be fun, I promise.”

Before you can raise a question, her lips descend onto yours in a bruising, possessive kiss. Her tongue plunges past your lips without warning, claiming you with a hunger that leaves you breathless. The heat of her touch burns through you, and her tongue dances with yours—slow and deliberate, as though she’s tasting you, savoring you. The pressure builds as she traces the outline of your mouth, pressing deeper, coaxing a response from you.

It’s only a matter of seconds before you give in. Your own tongue meets hers in a hesitant caress, but soon, you find yourself matching her rhythm, your hands slipping to her face, pulling her even closer. You’re drawn into her kiss with a desperation that mirrors hers, and the fire within you stirs, growing, until it feels like you’re consumed by it.

But then, something shifts.

Her tongue deepens, impossibly stretching, filling your mouth with an intoxicating heat. It pulses with an alien, almost unnatural rhythm, its slick surface dragging against yours with inhuman precision, until there’s no space left for breathing.

Your eyes go wide, the sight before you nearly rips a scream from your throat as she pulls away. But the sound is smothered by Aemond’s palm, his fingers pressing firmly against your mouth.

Alys’s body still holds the shape of a woman, but her skin gleams with scales that shimmer dark purple in the dim light—sharp and sinuous, like a serpent. Her eyes have turned as black as night, devoid of feeling, and her nails have morphed into jagged, venomous claws. Her hair cascades down, probably past her ankles, wild and untamed. But the most shocking thing is her tongue—impossibly long, writhing and flicking as if it has a mind of its own, twisting and curling in the air with a hiss, inches from your face. 

“Shh, it’s okay,” Aemond’s voice is a whisper, a command that trembles against your skin, pulling you into submission, urging you to obey. “That’s her true form.”

“That's what a single kiss does to us,” Alys's voice rumbles, deep, unrecognizable. “We change. Our tongues grow, our bodies shift. And oh, his cock grows too.” She winks at Aemond, her tongue sliding down your cheek, licking away your tears.

Her hot touch sends a shiver down your spine, but it’s Aemond’s touch that holds you, that keeps you from pulling away.

“I bet you’d love that,” she teases, her voice dripping with lust.

When Alys retreats with a wicked smirk, you feel a desperate urge to pull away. But her claws sink deeper into your hips, holding you in place with a strength you can’t escape. You feel trapped—locked between her and Aemond.

Her gaze locks onto your heated center, a gleam of hunger in her eyes, saliva slipping down to your thighs. The realization dawns, chilling and inevitable, and a strangled sound escapes you—a protest. 

"Relax," he whispers into your ear, his fingers brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. "She won't hurt you. You'll love every second." His words slither into your mind, stirring something deep and primal—a yearning to surrender, even as a flicker of fear coils in your chest. His voice darkens as he adds, "Go on, Alys."

Her tongue slides inside you, claiming every inch, forcing a gasp from your lips. Thick, almost serpent-like, it curls and twists, making your body arch, leaving you powerless against the deep, invasive rhythm she carves inside you. Her movements remind you of Vhagar, but Alys feels like an inferno igniting your every nerve. 

Your breath hitches, the air thick with heat, and there’s no escape, no reprieve—just the unyielding possession of her mouth. Her tongue pulses with life, stretching deeper, as her gaze locks into yours, dark and all-consuming.

“Let her work, little dove,” Aemond whispers in your ear, his breath hot and sinful against your skin. “You’re only going to want more.”

He pulls his hand from your mouth. His expression is utterly certain. You won’t fight. You can’t. You belong to them now.

Your body trembles, legs shaking uncontrollably, as though the earth beneath you is cracking, the tremors reaching deep inside. You grasp the sheets, fingers clenching desperately, trying to ground yourself as you spiral toward the abyss. Aemond’s hands find yours, intertwining your fingers, the pressure of his touch steady and anchoring. A moan spills from your lips, a desperate, breathless sound that only seems to fuel her, making her movements more fervent.

Alys’s tongue grows more frantic, plunging deeper, twisting with a hunger of its own. You should’ve learned by now—the demons never stop. Now that you have two, you’re at their mercy. It’s a beast, alive and relentless, tearing through your walls, forcing you to feel every inch, every stroke, as if you were made only to endure them.

When one release crashes into you, another builds like a tidal wave. Your mind hazes over, lost in the sensations. Aemond’s cock grinds against your lower back, the hard, slick length dragging against your skin, adding to the frenzy. You want to touch him—need to—but you’re still trapped in the blaze of Alys’s touch.

“Aem—”

Her claws sink into your hips, sharp as knives, the sting jolting through you and leaving deep craters. You feel the blood trickle from the small punctures -  a stark reminder who’s in control. 

“Wrong name,” she hisses.

Aemond’s sapphire eyes, darkened with intensity, burn into yours, yet he remains silent. His fingers tighten around yours, a silent command, urging you to surrender. At that moment, you sense the conflict within him—a fragment of him that cares, that longs to keep you only for himself.

In the haze of pleasure and pain, her name slips from your lips, a breathless moan, a whispered surrender. "Alys."

And then she shatters you so fast that the world tilts and spins away. Everything fades to a blinding, white-hot pleasure as your body shudders with another release, crumbling in his grasp.

When you open your eyes, the starkness of her appearance fades, her form shifting back into something more familiar, as though she’s turning back.

“You’ve had enough,” Aemond growls, his voice low and commanding as he pulls away from behind you. Your body collapses into the sheets, vulnerable, aching, a delicious weakness flooding your veins, and you finally stretch out your legs.

Alys lies next to you, prompting herself on her elbow. “Men are so impatient with their cocks,” she murmurs, her tone thick with disdain. “Doesn’t it annoy you?”

The sound of pants being unzipped fills the air, followed by the rustle of clothes discarded in haste. In an instant, Aemond is above you, his presence overpowering, but in the most intoxicating way.

His hands travel up your body from your hips to your waist. The room shreds with a tearing sound. The pink peignoir is ripped from your body, the fabric at the centre, leaving your skin bare to the cool air, your nipples stiffening under its touch. Alys’s gaze drifts over the tattoo between your breasts, her eyes hungry, knowing, as if she’s seen it all before.

Settling between your thighs, Aemond's hot breath puffs inches away from your nipple, teasing the sensitive bud before he engulfs it in his mouth. His teeth graze your soft skin, pulling and tugging with a possessive force that leaves you gasping, moaning helplessly beneath him. Every touch of his screams that he’s done waiting. His hands roam over your hips as your thighs intertwine around his waist, drawing him closer.

Not to be outdone, Alys leans in, her tongue circling your other nipple with slow, deliberate strokes, her lips warm and wet against your skin. Her touch is equally commanding but with a sensual, languid precision that contrasts Aemond's urgency. The rivalry between them is palpable, each vying for your reaction, each determined to elicit the deepest moans and gasps.

Your body tightens in response, the pleasure building in waves as you become the center of their unspoken contest. Your hands instinctively thread into their hair, pulling them closer, like a mother feeding her insatiable children, each one hungry for more of your essence.

“Did you like it?” Her voice cuts through the haze of sensation, her breath hot and damp against your skin. You instantly know what she means by it.

“Yes,” you breathe out, your lashes fluttering, your gaze lingering on her.

Not a lie.

Alys's chuckle vibrates through your chest, almost like a witch's cackle. 

Yet Aemond is quick to draw your attention back to him as his mouth seizes your nipple, his teeth sinking in with almost punishing force. The sharp pull leaves you gasping, a wave of pleasure laced with a stinging ache that seems to grow with each agonizing tug. His grip on your thighs deepens, bruising and possessive, making you feel both claimed and helpless under his touch. Your eyes well with tears, your body trembling as you look up at him, the silent question hanging between you: What have I done wrong?

But he doesn’t answer.  His eyes darken with a raging fury as he pulls away, letting your thighs drop. He shifts your body, positioning you to face Alys, who gladly pulls you closer, her hands roaming freely, pinning you with an insatiable hunger. Her lips are greedy as they continue to feast on your nipple, pulling you deeper into the whirlpool of desire. 

Your hands find her hair, fingers threading through the strands, feeling the surprising softness as you massage her scalp.

His hand grips your hip firmly, the force of his touch sending a shiver through your body as you feel the thick heat of his cock pressing against your lower back. The moment he slides into you, stretching you inch by inch, your breath hitches, the sensation overwhelming you. Your body trembles beneath him, unable to escape the controlled intensity of his rhythm. Unlike before, he's not frantic, not desperate. His movements are deliberate, slow, each thrust pressing against your G-spot, forcing your mouth into an O shape, your body reacting with desperate need. 

Alys pulls back slightly, her eyes fixed on you with an unsettling gleam, watching the scene unfold with wicked pleasure. Aemond seizes the moment, his hand sliding around your throat, his fingers tightening with just the right amount of pressure, enough to make your eyes water. Mine. 

“She loves it,” Aemond groans from behind you, his voice rough, a dark possession lacing every word. For a fleeting moment, you wonder if it's truly him speaking—or if it's something darker, something far more sinister lurking beneath his skin. Scarier than anything you’ve witnessed with Alys.

“Oh, yes. She does,” Alys agrees, her gaze lingering on the way your breasts bounce with each of Aemond's thrusts.

Her voice then turns teasing, almost mocking. “Knew you’d be the first to cum,” she murmurs, as if there were an unspoken competition for you.

Your eyes flicker with confusion, but before you can speak, she laughs softly, her voice laced with amusement. “You can cum as many times as you want, angel.”

Aemond’s words are a low snarl. “Perhaps, I shall consider your words and breed her. See who laughs the last.”

Her eyes glimmer with fury, but you don’t catch the menacing look before Aemond swiftly turns your head to face him. “You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

No answer escapes your lips, but he growls fervently in your ear, feeling you clench around him.

Biting back the bile, Alys’s claws trace along your hip as she shifts you, pulling your leg up to her waist. She must crave to see you fall apart—or even die—because with the new position, Aemond’s cock buries deeper, and you can’t hold back any longer. Your walls tighten around him, your body trembling as you come in a rush, the pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave.

“Her mouth is so gorgeous,” Alys says. “Maybe I should grow a cock and shove it down her throat.”

Shock ripples through you.

Alys’s laughter is dark, knowing. “Relax, sweetheart. I can’t do that.”

Riding you through your orgasm, Aemond follows right after, his hot seed filling you in thick pulses. His erratic breath against your neck sends shivers down your spine, each exhale mingling with your own soft gasps. He holds you tighter, pulling you even closer as if he can’t get enough of you. 

“I think we’ve fucked her stupid, honey,” Alys murmurs, her voice mocking.

“Sīr Daor,” Aemond rasps.

Through half-lidded eyes, you trace the outline of Aemond’s face, his gaze drinking in every subtle shift in your hedonistic expression. His presence is all-consuming, as if nothing else matters at this moment but the two of you.

Your legs are hooked over his broad shoulders, your body trembling, pulsing with desperate need. You don’t recall turning onto your back, but the dimness in the room tells you the candles have burned low, their flickering shadows casting an intimate glow over your exposed body.

His thrusts make you ache in ways that burn and sting, too much, yet too little. You feel like you're his to ravage, to break. And still, he doesn't stop. He can't. He keeps pushing, filling you completely, demanding every ounce of your being, even as the sensation becomes overwhelming.

"So insatiable," Alys murmurs, her voice holding a tinge of reprimand, but there’s something darker beneath, something carnal that sends a shiver down your spine.

As she sheds the rest of her clothes, you see her naked body shimmering with glistening scales, catching the flickering candlelight, casting an almost ethereal glow around her. She looks... otherworldly.

“I think I’ll make use of her mouth,” Alys purrs, her eyes dark with hunger as she looks down at you.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she climbs over you, her knee pressing into the bed next to yours as she positions herself. Her hands steady herself on the bedframe, and before you can react, her dripping center hovers just above your mouth.

“Return the favor, angel,” she breathes. She lowers herself onto your face, your mouth opening instinctively to please her. Your tongue moves hesitantly at first, unsure of what she wants, but desperate to satisfy her nonetheless.

You lick, flick, and circle, pushing deeper into her as her body moves with yours. Aemond’s thrusts pick up again, the rhythm now perfectly synchronized, the two of them using you in ways you can’t even process.  The sensation of Alys grinding against you while Aemond pounds into you is maddening—pleasure, pressure, and dominance consuming you entirely.

“Like that,” Alys groans, pressing harder, forcing you to inhale her scent, drowning in her pleasure. Aemond’s hands slide to your breasts, his fingers brushing lightly over your sensitive nipples, sending a shiver through your body. He pinches them gently, rolling them between his fingers, making you arch helplessly into his touch, already so full, so tender from the constant onslaught.

And in that moment, you moan, lost in the overwhelming ecstasy, because you can’t escape this. You don’t want to.

****

Your stomach lurches as you inhale the smell of food. Someone’s cooking fried eggs.

The room floor is still covered with petals, their delicate softness brushing under your feet. You slip into your robe, your body aching from their touches, the heat of their hands still lingering on your skin. Your cheeks flush at the memories, a reminder of everything that happened last night. You shiver at the sound of a notification. Grabbing your phone, you read the message from Sue: “The contract is here, waiting for your signature!”

Another message, sent a bit earlier from an unknown number, reads, “Congrats 💋”

You step toward the kitchen, the sound of sizzling eggs filling the air. Your eyes lock on Aemond. He stands at the stove, his figure slightly hunched, dressed in last night’s clothes. His casualness—flipping eggs in the pan like it’s the most normal thing in the world—catches you off guard. You didn’t expect to see him like this. And yet, it makes him seem oddly... human.

“Slept well, little dove?” His voice drifts over to you.

Your brow quirks, narrowing your gaze. “Is it a hallucination, or is a hot, powerful demon cooking in my kitchen?”

A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, his eyes flickering up to meet yours as you settle into a chair, your feet lifted to rest near your hips.

“Finally, you’re admitting the obvious,” he replies, setting the plate in front of you.

You raise an eyebrow. “You don’t eat, do you?”

“This?” He shakes his head, settling in the chair beside you. “No.”

His eyes stay locked on you, waiting for your reaction.

You reach for the fork, the metal cool in your hand, as you lift a bite to your lips. The egg is warm, its softness melting against your tongue. For someone who doesn’t eat, this is surprisingly good, you think, moaning softly at the taste. You haven’t had anything since yesterday’s breakfast.

He hums proudly, watching you try to figure out why, in the back of your mind, he's still here.

“Is this some sort of apology?” you ask, your mouth full as you chew.

“Do I owe you one?” 

“You think you don’t?”

He shrugs. “If it’ll soothe your soul, then consider it a yes.”

Your plan was simple: forget last night. You’re not sure you want to keep any part of it, but a flicker inside you tells you there’s something you’ll hold onto. A smile tugs at the corners of your lips.

“What?” he asks.

“Someone was jealous.”

The way he stills sends a shiver down your spine. You’ll never get used to the demonic manners. 

He tilts his head as if done processing your words. “Jealousy is statistically one of the most prevalent emotions among humans,” he replies casually. “Given the odds, it’s safe to assume that someone was—and likely still is—jealous.”

You barely contain a laugh.

“I’m talking about you.”

He holds your stare. “You’re still high.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You humans aren’t meant to be fucked for so long.”

You gasp. “So it wasn’t you sulked instantly when I said I liked Al… your wife?” One more thing to get used to.

“Maybe," he retorts, clasping his hands under his chin, "I sulked because someone was moaning and rubbing her back against my cock half the night?”

“You also said ‘our bed’ the night before,” you say, pointing a fork at him before swallowing a bite of food.

“I don’t remember,” he replies nonchalantly, but there's a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.

“I remember,” you challenge.

“I doubt it’s reliable.”

“To make it clear,” you ask, leaning forward slightly, “you weren’t jealous and wouldn’t be if I took someone into my bed tonight?”

He smirks, leaning closer, so your faces are inches apart. Your breath hitches when his gaze drops to your lips. “Maybe you want me to be jealous?” He finally whispers.

You roll your eyes, slumping back in your chair. “You’re impossible.” You take another bite, trying to push the growing bitterness in your chest away.

“Anyway,” he clears his throat, “about the next errand.”

You furrow your brow, curiosity piqued. It’s still more than two weeks away—why would he bring it up now? “What about it?”

“Don’t plan anything for that day.”

“Why?” you ask, a touch of wariness creeping into your chest.

“I’ll need you to come with me.”

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[drunk-person]

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Uncontrollably (One shot)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x cousin!reader

Summary: After long years without seeing each other, Aemond is reunited with his cousin who came from Dragon Stone for a festival in the kingdom. And after a warm reunion in the library Aemond decides, against his better judgment, to visit his cousin's room just as they did when they were younger before her father, Prince Daemon, took her to Dragon Stone. He just didn't count on the fact that things could get so out of his control.

WARNING: 18+ mdni! Smut, p in v, fingering, Oral Sex, loss of virginity, no description for reader.

Word cont: 3.900 k

Author's note: This One shot is a deleted scene from a chapter of a long fic I've been writing for a while. However, after writing it, I didn't think the scene was so consistent with the story's setting and I rewrote it differently, so I decided to share the deleted scene with you. I hope you like it, and again English is not my first language.

Aemond knew he shouldn't be there. Not after what had happened in the library, he knew he was playing with his luck, testing his own self-control. But he couldn't help it. Y/n was so close, he knew how to get to her, it wouldn't be long now before she would have to return to Dragon Stone again, and then he didn't know when he would see her again.

— To hell with it. — He sighed before pushing the wall and finding himself inside the wardrobe of Y/n's room. Aemond took a deep breath and knocked twice on the wardrobe door from the inside.

— Aem? — Came her sweet voice with expectation and a slight fear outside.

— Yes, it's me. — He replied nervously and then the light illuminated the dark wardrobe as Y/n opened the door smiling at him. Aemond tried, but couldn't help but look from top to bottom, she was only wearing a nightgown with a very thin fabric and a silk and lace cloak on top.

— Hey. — She said shyly as she closed the front part of the slip, better hiding her body from his eyes.

— Hello. — Aemond cleared his throat a little nervously — I thought we would read a little, just like the old days.

He lifted the book "Tales of Ancient Valyria" that he had in his hands, still inside her wardrobe, her favorite book, and Y/n's eyes lit up.

— Well, first you need to get out of the wardrobe. — Her playful voice made Aemond's body relax as he smiled and lowered his head to get out of the furniture without hitting the top. He then saw Y/n's eyes staring at him in awe.

— What it was? — He smiled, already out of the wardrobe and facing Y/n in the room.

— You got so tall. — She spoke simply.

— Did you just realize that now? — Aemond frowned, teasing her.

— Certainly not. — She laughed. — But it's strange to see you coming out of the wardrobe so big, when the last time you did that we were practically the same height.

Aemond smiled and guided her by the hand to the rug in front of the fireplace, feeling the skin on his hands tingle where his palm met hers. He sat on the floor and just like when they were younger, Y/n sat next to him, leaning her head on Aemond's shoulder gently, and the prince had to hold back a sigh.

He began to read aloud the Valyrian words from the book that he already knew by heart from so many times he had read it with her in mind. Aemond practically recited the stories, and barely wasted time looking at the pages, focusing too much on admiring the beauty of the princess lying on his shoulder.

— Se skori janderys geptot, zȳhon ābrazȳrys ozmijiō zirȳla tolvie tubis, se ziry jumban syt zȳhon amāzigon, gīda skori everyone ivestretan zȳhon ziry istan. — Aemond recited this part almost whispering, lost amid Y/n's beauty.

"And when Janderys was gone, her wife missed her every day. She waited patiently for her return, even when everyone told her it was impossible."

After that part, Y/n looked at Aemond and he didn't dare look in another direction, he just got lost in the beautiful eyes that he loved so much. Her sweet smell entering his nostrils intoxicated him and he felt his entire body shudder from one moment to the next with her proximity. The lack of control almost took over him once again, as had become common in the last few days, but this time he got up quickly, leaving the book lying on the carpet next to Y/n.

Aemond pulled away a little as he tried to regain his senses and contain the urge to kiss her again, just like he had done in the library. When they were children everything was so much simpler. Why now that he was a man couldn't he just sit on the rug and read a book with her without feeling like he was going to combust?

And just as thoughts were starting to flow again in Aemond's mind he felt the touch of Y/n's hand on his shoulder, the intoxicating smell once again overwhelming him.

— Aem? — She called him with that sweet voice that did things to his mind that he never thought possible. Aemond pressed firmly on the eye, keeping it firmly in place. — Are you okay?

— I am. — He turned back to Y/n, trying to maintain his composure, but as soon as he turned back, his gaze went straight to her red lips. Aemond quickly looked away, trying to look anywhere but at her lips. But then... his eyes fell onto the bedside table and the prince's eye pupil dilated instantly.

The tournament crown he had given her.

— You brought it with you.

— Of course, it's not every day that I'm crowned the queen of love and beauty by the greatest warrior in the kingdom.

His words awakened something within him that he hadn't yet realized. Such a feeling of possession and pride washing over him that Aemond could barely breathe, he didn't want to breathe, unless the air was the same as Y/n's.

The memory of the sounds she made against his neck in the library while she rubbed against his clothed thigh and that he tried not to think about tonight at all costs flooded his mind, the way she looked at him full of desire when he handed her that crown dominated him, the feeling of her skin against his during the dance that she had granted him hours before made him lose the control he swore to maintain.

And without being able to contain himself, Aemond pulled her firmly towards him by the hips and kissed her on the mouth hungrily. He wanted her so much it hurt. Y/n sighed and took her hands to his hair, tangling them in the silky strands as she pulled him even closer into the kiss.

He squeezed her hips between his fingers as he had been dreaming of doing for some time, and lightly squeezed her ass, pulling her closer and closer amidst the voracious kisses. Aemond kissed Y/n's neck while they both tried to catch their breath, he gave light bites and sucked in some spots while she sighed for him.

— Aemond.

She moaned his name sweetly and Aemond barely had control over himself when he raised his hands that were on her hips to the top of her back and holding tight to the collar of the fragile nightdress he tore it, making Y/n moan and rub herself against him as the pieces of fabric fell to the floor.

The Vision in front of him could easily have killed him. The naked body he had only seen in his wildest dreams was even more beautiful than he could have dreamed, it was perfect. Her breasts were as beautiful as he had imagined, the delicate curves of her waist and hips seemed designed by the gods themselves and between her beautiful thighs that she pressed firmly in search of relief, her intimacy that he was sure was already wet for him.

Aemond wanted to control himself, he would control himself. But he wanted to at least prove it first. And then he swore to himself that he would just taste her and pleasure her, just as he had the day before, and then he would leave. He would ask the gods for forgiveness for his indolence, and everything would be fine.

And with that thought he approached her again with his hungry gaze pulling her for another kiss while he brought his hands to her ass cheeks, squeezing firmly. Aemond guided Y/n to the bed and sat her down on the mattress with a mischievous smile on her face. She then looked up at him, looking confused with her lips swollen from kissing and the skin on her neck slightly red.

— Open your legs for me jorrāelagon. — He asked softly as he knelt in front of her, Y/n felt her whole body burn with shame, but obeyed, languidly opening her legs before Aemond's hungry eyes. My love

He said a filthy curse in Valyrian that made her blush even more if possible as he brought both hands to her smooth thighs, caressing and squeezing them. Aemond began caressing his left hand slowly while listening to Y/n's sighs and when he got to where he wanted he gently separated his lips from Y/n's intimacy and took two fingers to her sensitive pearl, caressing it.

Y/n sighed with pleasure at the new sensation of Aemond's fingers caressing her, and when he brought his fingers to her entrance and slowly placed them inside, making soft back and forth movements, she threw her head back while biting her lips.

Aemond enjoyed watching her reactions and smiled when he saw a slight frown of disappointment form when he moved her hand away, moving it back to his thigh. But before she could say anything, he firmly grabbed both of her thighs to keep them open. and dipped his head between her legs, licking her firmly from the entrance to the pearl.

Y/n moaned loudly at the sensation and gripped the sheets tightly between her fingers, and Aemond groaned as he finally felt her sweet taste on the tip of his tongue. He penetrated her tongue with his tongue and Y/n squirmed, begging for more.

— Aemond. — She said his name like a song, and he responded by giving her more and more pleasure, going deeper between her thighs with even more desire as he felt her squirm under his care. His mouth took every little part of her pussy for himself, while his nose hit her clit in a way that made her want to scream.

Y/n felt her entire body out of control, the feeling a thousand times stronger than the day before in the library. Spasms wracked her body and without control she fell back onto the sheets as she arched her back and moaned desperately. She took her hands to Aemond's hair, tangling her fingers between the strands and practically rubbing herself against his face without any shame.

— Aemond. — She practically screamed when she reached her peak, writhing against Aemond's mouth as he sucked her as if his life depended on it.

He felt her spongy walls contract more and more against his tongue and the delicious spasms brought with them Y/n's orgasm. Her taste numbed him, he wanted to feel that taste on his lips forever. The sound of her voice screaming his name at her peak almost drove him crazy, he wanted more.

Aemond moved up his lips, leaving kisses on her sensitive intimacy while he felt her shudder, and he went up her belly, kissing and sucking slowly, drawing sighs of pleasure from Y/n.

—It tastes so good. — He said as he continued to kiss more amidst the gasps of pleasure that Y/n emitted. — Sweet and perfect, like everything about you.

The kisses reached her breasts, and Aemond knew he should stop, that this was going too far and her virtue was at stake. But he told himself that if he could just touch those perfect breasts he would be satisfied. And then he took her left breast into his mouth and sucked it hard, driving her crazy as she had barely recovered from her recent orgasm. He squeezed her other breast with his hand, and gently pinched her nipple, giving her even more pleasure. Breasts so good, made for him to love, made for him to suck, with every sound made by Y/n, Aemond thought he was going to die

—So sensitive. So good for me.

Aemond rubbed his clothed body against her naked body looking for pleasure, his hardness pressing against her intimacy. He could feel her fluids moistening his pants and he moaned in pleasure at the sensation.

— Just for you Aemond. — She moaned sweetly at him. — Only yours.

A feeling of possessiveness came over him when he heard her say those words. From him. He wanted so badly to feel her bare skin against his bare skin, he needs to have that feeling at least once in his life. And he assured himself that he would go no further than that, that he would keep her maidenhood intact.

Aemond felt Y/n's hands pulling him by his clothes as she tried to kiss his neck just like he had done to her. And he ripped off his doublet and threw it haphazardly on the floor, then removing the lighter shirt he was wearing underneath and throwing it too, leaving his chest bare under Y/n's watchful gaze.

She pulled him back to her and kissed him passionately on the lips, and Aemond felt his skin burn and tingle as it came into contact with hers. Her warm breasts rubbing against his chest, Aemond took his hands to her back and pulled her further up onto the bed, where the two became even more entangled in kisses as they rubbed against each other in search of pleasure.

Y/n put her hand on the drawstring that held Aemond's pants in place and he held her hands, stopping her from pulling.

— Aemond. — She sighed his name with her eyes closed.

— I can't do that. — He spoke against her neck. — It would ruin you.

— I just want to feel you... feel your body against mine. — She sighed and scratched his back. — It's not fair that I'm naked and you're not.

Aemond took a deep breath and then inhaled. He couldn't do that, it would be going too far. The prince then got up from the bed with difficulty as he tried to move away from her delicious body.

— Aemond. — She begged there sprawled on the bed, naked, with her hair messy, her lips red from kissing and her silky legs parted as moisture ran down her thighs. He couldn't deny her. Just that more and he would go away to his own room, he was a gentleman. He wouldn't take Y/n's virtue without being married to her.

He untied his pants under her watchful gaze and then ripped them off, throwing them in the pile of clothes, leaving him completely naked, with just his eye patch. Aemond walked to the bed again and lay down on her body, now being able to feel the moisture that dripped from her directly onto his dick. By the Gods, how he would like to bury himself in her.

The two kissed eagerly and Y/n intertwined her legs against Aemond's slim waist in search of friction, making him moan against her lips as he rubbed himself against that hot moisture.

— Take it off. — She begged breathlessly between kisses, putting her hand to her eye patch.

— No. — Aemond denied, gently taking her hand away from the eye patch and stopping kissing her neck.

— Please Aemond. — She begged, looking at him while caressing his face. — I want to see you in full, I don't care about scars.

And Aemond knew that there was nothing in this world that she begged him naked under his body that he wouldn't do. If she asked him right now to ride Vhagar and burn an entire city, he would burn it without a second thought. And taking his hand to his face, he removed the eye patch, looking at her slightly nervous, fearing to see rejection in the eyes he loved so much.

Y/n admired him enchantedly. It was different from the last time she saw him, there was a shiny sapphire stone where Aemond's eye had once been and the wound was well healed. Y/n gently brought her hand towards his eye, stroking it softly the region.

— It hurts? — She asked in a soft voice.Aemond shook his head slightly as he turned and placed a kiss on Y/n's palm.

— Almost no more.

— Gevie. — She said with a look of pure adoration as she pulled him into another passionate kiss that made Aemond sigh.

Y/n kissed his way up his face until she reached his left eye where the sapphire was and she left a long and affectionate kiss, as if Aemond was the most important thing in her world.

— Vok issa jorrāelagon. — She said with her eyes full of pure adoration, making some tears well up in Aemond's eye, who, with a genuine smile, kissed her even more passionately than before. You are perfect my love.

— Ao issi vok, se olvie gevie mirre vēttan ondoso se jaes. — He spoke with his face glued to hers while rubbing their noses and lips against each other in an extremely intimate way. You are perfection, the most beautiful creature ever made by the gods.

Aemond's throbbing member rubbed against Y/n's wetness, leaving them both panting with desire amidst the intimate caresses. And she wanted him so badly in that moment, more than anything she had ever wanted in her life.

— Aem. — She whimpered. — I want you. I want you so badly.

— We can not do that. — He panted, pulling away slightly from her.

Y/n tangled her fingers in his silver hair, pulling him back into a voracious and messy kiss.

— Y/n... — Aemond sighed between the kiss, trying to pull away, but not having the strength to do so, he wanted so much, but knew he shouldn't.

— I was made to be yours. — She grunted, holding him by the hair and looking at him in a way that bordered on despair. — Only yours. Not from him.

Him. Aemond knew who she was talking about, and for a moment in that haze of lust he had forgotten about that bastard who wanted to steal what was his.

— Aemond, I'd rather die, I'd rather be ruined, I'd rather anything than let him lay his hands on me. I feel sick at the thought of him putting his hands on my body. I don't want him. I want you. With everything in me, I want you. She looked directly into his eyes as she spoke, still holding him by his silky silver hair.

— I am begging you Aemond Targaryen. — She sighed beneath him, her eyes shining with desire. — Ruin me.

Aemond can't resist any longer, not with her begging like that. And with a groan he looked into her eyes and began to penetrate her soft, warm intimacy with his hard bulge. And at that moment he came to the conclusion that he had never felt anything as good as that in his entire life.

Y/n dug her nails into Aemond's back as she felt him slowly enter her insides.

— Aemond. — She sighed amidst the pleasure and slight pain and he immediately stood still, looking at her with slightly frightened eyes.

— Did I hurt you?

— No. — Y/n grabbed his shoulders pulling him closer to her. —Don't stop, I'm fine.

Aemond continued pushing inside her slowly, fearing to hurt her in any way, and little by little he sheathed himself completely inside Y/n, who was squeezing his shoulders and scratching him lightly. Aemond lay still inside her, panting as he felt her hot walls pressing and pulling him closer and closer, and trying to contain himself he buried his head in the curve between Y/n's neck and shoulder.

— You can move. — She sighed.

—Are you sure? — Aemond asked, looking into her eyes again while trying to contain himself.

Y/n confirmed with her head, putting her hands through Aemond's already messy hair and pulling him into a wet, slow kiss that got messier as he started to move inside her.

Aemond pushed himself lightly inside her and felt her gasp into the kiss and pull his hair. He then started to move harder and faster and the feeling of y/n's intimacy contracting against him was killing him.

— So good. — He moaned to her amidst the kisses and thrusts that became increasingly stronger as he lost himself in Y/n's moans.

— More. — She begged amidst moans. — Please Aemond, more.

Aemond bit her neck hard and sucked it uncontrollably when he heard her cry out for him like that. He then fucked her hard and loudly while they both panted amid the kisses and love bites, the prince seemed obsessed with her neck and was sucking it in an almost animalistic way at that point.

— Mine. — He panted.

He then took his right hand to her breast and desperately bit and kissed it down her lap until he reached the other breast, putting it in his mouth and sucking it as if he were going to devour it. Y/n threw her head back in pleasure at feeling so many sensations at the same time, and when he removed his hand from her breast and placed it between her legs, caressing her furiously, Y/n felt like she had lost all control over her own body.

— Yours, only yours Aemond. Always only yours.

The pleasure that hit her was even stronger than before, the feeling of Aemond inside her made her want to cry with joy. His naked body against hers, his mouth kissing her everywhere and she came against his cock pressing and milking it while she moaned Aemond's name wildly, crossed both legs against his naked ass and scratched his back pulling him closer and closer.

Aemond, feeling her coming and pressing against him, could no longer resist and without thinking about anything, without looking at tomorrow or the possible consequences, he spilled his seed deep inside Y/n while moaning breathlessly looking at her contorted face of pleasure.

— I love you. — He declared in the midst of pleasure and he could see her eyes, lost in pleasure, filling with tears as she brought her hand to his face and caressed it.

— I love you too.

And completely exhausted after the climax, they both fell into unconsciousness, still naked and hugging each other with satisfied smiles on their faces that lasted until the next morning, when Aemond did not appear to do his morning chores and they were both awakened by the horrified scream of the queen at the enter his niece’s room. Followed by Aegon who, upon seeing the scene, gave a malicious smile towards Aemond.

— Well it looks like we're not going to have a wedding anymore, at least not one with little Jace, isn't that brother?

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[drunk-person]

Sweet as plums

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader

Summary: On a hot day in Kings Landing, very close to the festivities celebrating the day of conquest, Prince Aemond sends a basket of fresh fruit to his sweet wife in her chambers, not expecting that the sweetness of the fruit would make her even sweeter to him than she normally is.

WARNING: +18 mdni! Smut, p in v, fingering, oral sex F receiving, no description for the reader.

Word cont: 2.100 k

Author's note: I wasn't going to write anything for the end of the year because it's really hot at Christmas where I live so it's a bit strange to write about snow and hot cocoa. So I thought I'd write something closer to my culture, since due to the heat, we traditionally eat fresh fruit at Christmas! I hope you enjoy this piece!! 💖💖💕💕

The sun burned the walls of the Red Keep with overwhelming force, leaving everyone enveloped in scorching heat in the process. The ladies of the court wore looser dresses and softer fabrics to try to survive the heat, while many of them walked around in a way that could easily be considered shameless, being called whores in low whispers by the more conservative ladies when they weren't looking.

Among the keep's servants, there was a general rush that day, as at nightfall the banquet that would open the celebrations of the day of conquest would begin, which would be celebrated with a tournament and endless dances. Ships and carriages kept arriving with guests from all over who needed to be allocated to their respective places. And as well as guest ships, dozens of merchant ships also arrived with fresh supplies to be served to the royal family at the banquets.

On one of these ships from Gulltown there had been a shipment of sweet, fresh fruit, so ripe that its skins shone when they met the golden sunlight. Prince Aemond had barely set eyes on the crates being carried by the servants when, with a very serious look, he ordered that some of the fruit be immediately separated into a basket and taken to his wife in their shared chambers, which was promptly obeyed.

The prince found himself reasonably regretting the decision to send his wife those fruits now, while he tried to discuss with her important matters regarding the banquet later. Since he could hardly concentrate on what he needed to say to her with the juicy juice from the bright plum that she delicately devoured gently running down her chin and down the line of her neck until it reached the neckline of the flowing nightgown she wore for the hot day. and get lost adorably between those breasts, exactly the way Aemond would like to do it at that moment.

-Husband? - The words left her soft, red lips, still moist from the juice of the fruit that Aemond was sure was sweet.

-Aemond? - Y/n's voice pronouncing his name woke him from his trance, bringing him back to reality and almost making him lose his breath once again as he looked into his wife's bright eyes. - Is everything okay?

-Could you please leave your fruit to eat after I leave? - Aemond practically panted, staring at her with a crease in his forehead while his eye burned with a glow that Y/n had come to know very well in the last few months of being married to the prince.

Lust.

Concern instantly left Y/n's gaze as she tilted her head to the left side with a mischievous smile still holding the plum between her fingers.

-Why husband? - She sighed with a soft pout, before biting the juicy fruit once more, feeling the sweet flavor with a slight sourness at the end invading her mouth. - It's so sweet.

-Wife. - Aemond practically growled as he approached her slowly, with that glazed and predatory look on her, making the girl's heart flutter in her chest.

-Taste it, husband. - She smiled, lifting her torso from the sofa with a provocative look while biting her lower lip and extending the plum towards Aemond.

The prince's slightly purplish blue eyes sparkled against his wife's with each slow step he took towards her. His breathing was heavy as he gently ran his tongue over his lower lip, watching her hungrily.

When he finally approached the sofa, Aemond leaned forward, bringing his plump pink lips closer to Y/n's hand, who was holding the plum firmly between his fingers, feeling the juicy broth run down his palm and onto his wrist.

She felt her entire skin stand on end when her husband's tongue moved across her wrist, sucking the fruit juice that had hungrily flowed down there, leaving soft kisses and sucks along the way to her hand, where he finally bit off a generous piece of the plum. making a few drops of the fruit juice run down his chiseled chin. With a sideways smile, Aemond just wiped one of the drops with the tip of his thumb and sucked it right away while admiring her with that same hungry look.

-Doña. - He murmured, leaning against her, bringing his face closer to his wife's, making her gasp slightly.

-What does it mean? - She sighed, feeling dizzy as her whole body tingled at the sound of her husband's voice speaking in Valyrian.

-Sweet. - He repeated in the common language, subtly licking his lower lip and moving even closer to her. Y/n had never been struck by lightning, but she supposed that if she had been, this was how her body would feel.

With her eyes shining with greed, she saw another remaining drop run down the left side of Aemond's face, and before it could drip down the tip of his prominent chin, she licked it. Traveling the entire path that the juicy drop had taken before her, running her hot tongue from her husband's chin to her lips with a wanton smile on her own lips.

-Do you take pleasure in setting me on fire acting as if you were a whore from Lys? - Aemond gasped, holding her face firmly between his hands, squeezing her cheeks with his fingertips and staring at her with his eyes burning with desire.

The smile on Y/n's lips grew even wider if possible upon hearing that.

-I like to see the hunger in your eyes when you desire me, husband. - She sighed, looking at him from beneath her eyelashes, still with that wanton smile on her lips. - I take pleasure in watching you burn when I warm your bed every night.

The words had barely left Y/n's lips when Aemond closed the short space that remained between them, pressing a firm and demanding kiss on those sweet lips filled with the soft flavor of ripe plums that almost made him sigh.

Even in the middle of the kiss, the smile did not leave Y/n's features, who tangled her fingers in the silver strands of the prince's hair, pulling him closer and closer. Amidst the gentle tugs on his hair, she dragged her hand through the clasp of his eyepatch, pulling it carelessly and throwing it back. Averting her lips from his, she moved her kisses up to the prominent scar on his left eye, kissing it with barely contained desire until she reached the shiny sapphire protean, gasping as she felt Aemond's kisses spreading through her own as well.

With a hungry smile, Aemond sucked on her chin and neck, licking greedily where the sweet and slightly sour juice had dripped moments ago, until he reached his prize. The neckline tied with a light green string of his wife's nightgown that he untied with just one excessively strong pull, exposing her plum-sweet breasts to himself, making Y/n sigh as she felt his warm, wet tongue descending over her breasts, licking all the sweet and sticky juice in the process until he reached her nipples erect with desire, which the prince sucked and squeezed between his fingers with dedication.

Amid Y/n's sighs of pleasure, Aemond's left hand slowly climbed up her soft thighs, searching for something even sweeter that he would love to devour. The smile on the prince's lips only widened when his fingers found the growing wetness at the apex of his wife's thighs, and she emitted a strangled moan as she felt her husband's rough fingers rubbing against her soft folds.

-Open your legs for me, Doña lanty. (Sweet fox). - He murmured, looking at her from beneath his light eyelashes, still with his face buried between her breasts, laying them even further against the sofa. - I want to taste your sweetness now.

Feeling almost faint, she nodded, opening her legs for him languidly, losing her breath when Aemond's lips finally licked a strip from her entrance to the pearl, gently sucking the latter while circling it with the tip of his tongue, making Y/n scream out begging for his name, tangling her hands again between Aemond's silver strands.

-Yes… - She sighed, gently pulling his hair while she felt his hot tongue feasting on her pussy. - Aemond… Husband…

Y/n could feel him smiling against her wetness as he moved his head against her eagerly, coaxing all the pleasure he could out of her. Aemond's rough fingers teased her entrance, and slowly penetrated her, thrusting languidly and firmly, making Y/n writhe beneath him on the edge of climax. However, before she could reach the peak of her pleasure, Aemond stopped his ministrations, almost making her scream in frustration in the process.

-As sweet as the fruit, ābrazȳrys. (Wife). - He moaned with contentment when he finally removed his head from the inside of Y/n's thighs, feeling her shudder beneath him as her sweet juices ran down his chin just like the plum's had run down earlier.

-Husband, please… - She whimpered, lifting her torso from the couch to pull him towards her, her lips finding his, feeling the taste of her own arousal mixed with the sweet juice of the plum flood her tongue causing a frenzy of sensations.

-Please what, Doña Lanty? - Aemond murmured against her lips, nibbling lightly in the process, making her writhe beneath him.

-Aemond… please, I want you! - She sighed, lifting her hips and rubbing them against his, moaning as she felt his growing bulge against her heated core. - Please, husband. - She sucked a subtle mark on his jaw as she gasped those words.

Feeling his breath catch, Aemond pulled the ties on his pants as fast as he could, untying them with just one hand, since the other was too busy squeezing Y/n's hips and holding her close to him, while she kissed him passionately and desperately.

The prince didn't bother to take off his doublet and finish undressing, or to remove what was left of the thin nightgown his wife was wearing, he just pushed the pants down enough to free himself and penetrated her in the next instant, feeling her moist heat embracing him and taking him deeper and deeper, while listening to the sweet sighs and moans she emitted for him.

When Aemond made the first thrust, Y/n dug her fingers firmly into the dark green leather of the doublet, pulling him closer and closer, begging passionately for more while kissing and biting her husband's lips.

Aemond couldn't stop, he couldn't even breathe. The taste of her lips drove him crazy, the heat between her thighs made him want to never leave those rooms again. The perfect mix of plums from her lips with the bittersweet taste that remained of her pussy on his lips intoxicated him to the point that he could barely control his own thrusts.

The moment his wife's heated walls pressed against him amidst her uncontrollable sobs of pleasure at her climax, was the moment when Aemond spilled himself inside her with a muffled moan, lightly biting her right shoulder in the process.

-So good for me ābrazȳrys. - Aemond murmured against her shoulder, leaving a kiss on the place where he had previously bitten. - So sweet.

-What…- She began to speak lightly laughing and still breathless, feeling her whole body burning with heat and her heart racing with happy contentment after the strenuous activity while they were both still dressed.

-What would you like to tell me about the Conquest Day banquet earlier husband? - She finally managed to speak a few moments later, still below Aemond even though she felt like she was going to melt from the heat, while she gently caressed his silver hair.

-Forget the banquet Ñuha Doña. (My sweet). - He spoke muffledly against the valley between her breasts, lying there comfortably feeling his wife's caresses, even though he was sweating due to the heat.

-Don't you want to celebrate? - She questioned with a subtly arched eyebrow, still slowly caressing her husband's silky locks even though she was confused, since it wasn't typical of Aemond to ignore duties. - Everyone will be there, it's conquest day!

-The only form of celebration that brings me joy is when I celebrate on your sweet body. - Aemond murmured, raising his face to his wife's height, covering them with his curtain of silky, silver hair, leaving the shine of his sapphire even more prominent when his lips joined hers once more, in a kiss as sweet as the fruit they had just shared.

N/a²: Thanks for reading, reblogs and comments are very appreciated! 💕💕💖💖💖

[drunk-person]

Sweet as plums

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader

Summary: On a hot day in Kings Landing, very close to the festivities celebrating the day of conquest, Prince Aemond sends a basket of fresh fruit to his sweet wife in her chambers, not expecting that the sweetness of the fruit would make her even sweeter to him than she normally is.

WARNING: +18 mdni! Smut, p in v, fingering, oral sex F receiving, no description for the reader.

Word cont: 2.100 k

Author's note: I wasn't going to write anything for the end of the year because it's really hot at Christmas where I live so it's a bit strange to write about snow and hot cocoa. So I thought I'd write something closer to my culture, since due to the heat, we traditionally eat fresh fruit at Christmas! I hope you enjoy this piece!! 💖💖💕💕

The sun burned the walls of the Red Keep with overwhelming force, leaving everyone enveloped in scorching heat in the process. The ladies of the court wore looser dresses and softer fabrics to try to survive the heat, while many of them walked around in a way that could easily be considered shameless, being called whores in low whispers by the more conservative ladies when they weren't looking.

Among the keep's servants, there was a general rush that day, as at nightfall the banquet that would open the celebrations of the day of conquest would begin, which would be celebrated with a tournament and endless dances. Ships and carriages kept arriving with guests from all over who needed to be allocated to their respective places. And as well as guest ships, dozens of merchant ships also arrived with fresh supplies to be served to the royal family at the banquets.

On one of these ships from Gulltown there had been a shipment of sweet, fresh fruit, so ripe that its skins shone when they met the golden sunlight. Prince Aemond had barely set eyes on the crates being carried by the servants when, with a very serious look, he ordered that some of the fruit be immediately separated into a basket and taken to his wife in their shared chambers, which was promptly obeyed.

The prince found himself reasonably regretting the decision to send his wife those fruits now, while he tried to discuss with her important matters regarding the banquet later. Since he could hardly concentrate on what he needed to say to her with the juicy juice from the bright plum that she delicately devoured gently running down her chin and down the line of her neck until it reached the neckline of the flowing nightgown she wore for the hot day. and get lost adorably between those breasts, exactly the way Aemond would like to do it at that moment.

-Husband? - The words left her soft, red lips, still moist from the juice of the fruit that Aemond was sure was sweet.

-Aemond? - Y/n's voice pronouncing his name woke him from his trance, bringing him back to reality and almost making him lose his breath once again as he looked into his wife's bright eyes. - Is everything okay?

-Could you please leave your fruit to eat after I leave? - Aemond practically panted, staring at her with a crease in his forehead while his eye burned with a glow that Y/n had come to know very well in the last few months of being married to the prince.

Lust.

Concern instantly left Y/n's gaze as she tilted her head to the left side with a mischievous smile still holding the plum between her fingers.

-Why husband? - She sighed with a soft pout, before biting the juicy fruit once more, feeling the sweet flavor with a slight sourness at the end invading her mouth. - It's so sweet.

-Wife. - Aemond practically growled as he approached her slowly, with that glazed and predatory look on her, making the girl's heart flutter in her chest.

-Taste it, husband. - She smiled, lifting her torso from the sofa with a provocative look while biting her lower lip and extending the plum towards Aemond.

The prince's slightly purplish blue eyes sparkled against his wife's with each slow step he took towards her. His breathing was heavy as he gently ran his tongue over his lower lip, watching her hungrily.

When he finally approached the sofa, Aemond leaned forward, bringing his plump pink lips closer to Y/n's hand, who was holding the plum firmly between his fingers, feeling the juicy broth run down his palm and onto his wrist.

She felt her entire skin stand on end when her husband's tongue moved across her wrist, sucking the fruit juice that had hungrily flowed down there, leaving soft kisses and sucks along the way to her hand, where he finally bit off a generous piece of the plum. making a few drops of the fruit juice run down his chiseled chin. With a sideways smile, Aemond just wiped one of the drops with the tip of his thumb and sucked it right away while admiring her with that same hungry look.

-Doña. - He murmured, leaning against her, bringing his face closer to his wife's, making her gasp slightly.

-What does it mean? - She sighed, feeling dizzy as her whole body tingled at the sound of her husband's voice speaking in Valyrian.

-Sweet. - He repeated in the common language, subtly licking his lower lip and moving even closer to her. Y/n had never been struck by lightning, but she supposed that if she had been, this was how her body would feel.

With her eyes shining with greed, she saw another remaining drop run down the left side of Aemond's face, and before it could drip down the tip of his prominent chin, she licked it. Traveling the entire path that the juicy drop had taken before her, running her hot tongue from her husband's chin to her lips with a wanton smile on her own lips.

-Do you take pleasure in setting me on fire acting as if you were a whore from Lys? - Aemond gasped, holding her face firmly between his hands, squeezing her cheeks with his fingertips and staring at her with his eyes burning with desire.

The smile on Y/n's lips grew even wider if possible upon hearing that.

-I like to see the hunger in your eyes when you desire me, husband. - She sighed, looking at him from beneath her eyelashes, still with that wanton smile on her lips. - I take pleasure in watching you burn when I warm your bed every night.

The words had barely left Y/n's lips when Aemond closed the short space that remained between them, pressing a firm and demanding kiss on those sweet lips filled with the soft flavor of ripe plums that almost made him sigh.

Even in the middle of the kiss, the smile did not leave Y/n's features, who tangled her fingers in the silver strands of the prince's hair, pulling him closer and closer. Amidst the gentle tugs on his hair, she dragged her hand through the clasp of his eyepatch, pulling it carelessly and throwing it back. Averting her lips from his, she moved her kisses up to the prominent scar on his left eye, kissing it with barely contained desire until she reached the shiny sapphire protean, gasping as she felt Aemond's kisses spreading through her own as well.

With a hungry smile, Aemond sucked on her chin and neck, licking greedily where the sweet and slightly sour juice had dripped moments ago, until he reached his prize. The neckline tied with a light green string of his wife's nightgown that he untied with just one excessively strong pull, exposing her plum-sweet breasts to himself, making Y/n sigh as she felt his warm, wet tongue descending over her breasts, licking all the sweet and sticky juice in the process until he reached her nipples erect with desire, which the prince sucked and squeezed between his fingers with dedication.

Amid Y/n's sighs of pleasure, Aemond's left hand slowly climbed up her soft thighs, searching for something even sweeter that he would love to devour. The smile on the prince's lips only widened when his fingers found the growing wetness at the apex of his wife's thighs, and she emitted a strangled moan as she felt her husband's rough fingers rubbing against her soft folds.

-Open your legs for me, Doña lanty. (Sweet fox). - He murmured, looking at her from beneath his light eyelashes, still with his face buried between her breasts, laying them even further against the sofa. - I want to taste your sweetness now.

Feeling almost faint, she nodded, opening her legs for him languidly, losing her breath when Aemond's lips finally licked a strip from her entrance to the pearl, gently sucking the latter while circling it with the tip of his tongue, making Y/n scream out begging for his name, tangling her hands again between Aemond's silver strands.

-Yes… - She sighed, gently pulling his hair while she felt his hot tongue feasting on her pussy. - Aemond… Husband…

Y/n could feel him smiling against her wetness as he moved his head against her eagerly, coaxing all the pleasure he could out of her. Aemond's rough fingers teased her entrance, and slowly penetrated her, thrusting languidly and firmly, making Y/n writhe beneath him on the edge of climax. However, before she could reach the peak of her pleasure, Aemond stopped his ministrations, almost making her scream in frustration in the process.

-As sweet as the fruit, ābrazȳrys. (Wife). - He moaned with contentment when he finally removed his head from the inside of Y/n's thighs, feeling her shudder beneath him as her sweet juices ran down his chin just like the plum's had run down earlier.

-Husband, please… - She whimpered, lifting her torso from the couch to pull him towards her, her lips finding his, feeling the taste of her own arousal mixed with the sweet juice of the plum flood her tongue causing a frenzy of sensations.

-Please what, Doña Lanty? - Aemond murmured against her lips, nibbling lightly in the process, making her writhe beneath him.

-Aemond… please, I want you! - She sighed, lifting her hips and rubbing them against his, moaning as she felt his growing bulge against her heated core. - Please, husband. - She sucked a subtle mark on his jaw as she gasped those words.

Feeling his breath catch, Aemond pulled the ties on his pants as fast as he could, untying them with just one hand, since the other was too busy squeezing Y/n's hips and holding her close to him, while she kissed him passionately and desperately.

The prince didn't bother to take off his doublet and finish undressing, or to remove what was left of the thin nightgown his wife was wearing, he just pushed the pants down enough to free himself and penetrated her in the next instant, feeling her moist heat embracing him and taking him deeper and deeper, while listening to the sweet sighs and moans she emitted for him.

When Aemond made the first thrust, Y/n dug her fingers firmly into the dark green leather of the doublet, pulling him closer and closer, begging passionately for more while kissing and biting her husband's lips.

Aemond couldn't stop, he couldn't even breathe. The taste of her lips drove him crazy, the heat between her thighs made him want to never leave those rooms again. The perfect mix of plums from her lips with the bittersweet taste that remained of her pussy on his lips intoxicated him to the point that he could barely control his own thrusts.

The moment his wife's heated walls pressed against him amidst her uncontrollable sobs of pleasure at her climax, was the moment when Aemond spilled himself inside her with a muffled moan, lightly biting her right shoulder in the process.

-So good for me ābrazȳrys. - Aemond murmured against her shoulder, leaving a kiss on the place where he had previously bitten. - So sweet.

-What…- She began to speak lightly laughing and still breathless, feeling her whole body burning with heat and her heart racing with happy contentment after the strenuous activity while they were both still dressed.

-What would you like to tell me about the Conquest Day banquet earlier husband? - She finally managed to speak a few moments later, still below Aemond even though she felt like she was going to melt from the heat, while she gently caressed his silver hair.

-Forget the banquet Ñuha Doña. (My sweet). - He spoke muffledly against the valley between her breasts, lying there comfortably feeling his wife's caresses, even though he was sweating due to the heat.

-Don't you want to celebrate? - She questioned with a subtly arched eyebrow, still slowly caressing her husband's silky locks even though she was confused, since it wasn't typical of Aemond to ignore duties. - Everyone will be there, it's conquest day!

-The only form of celebration that brings me joy is when I celebrate on your sweet body. - Aemond murmured, raising his face to his wife's height, covering them with his curtain of silky, silver hair, leaving the shine of his sapphire even more prominent when his lips joined hers once more, in a kiss as sweet as the fruit they had just shared.

N/a²: Thanks for reading, reblogs and comments are very appreciated! 💕💕💖💖💖

[drunk-person]

I saw a post saying that a fairy dies every time a redhead chooses not to wear green.

Well we didn't have that problem...

[drunk-person]

Looking at the results and really happy that everyone liked Aemond's scene, I was really afraid that I wouldn't be able to put as much tension into it as I wanted. 💖💖💕💕

Person who voted for "Other" pleeeeease come forward and tell me which one it was! 🥰😊💖

Silly poll just because my Sunday is very sad and I would like to know your opinions! 💕💕💖