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Deliciously Dark! Aemond x Oc (Snow falls) Chapter one: Untamed Winters.

CONCEPT: You are Willa WyldeWoods, daughter of the second biggest house in the North. Your father has guests begging him for his support. Aegon and Aemond are here to find allies, with Aemond taking a interest in you because the books didn't mention you at all.

WARNINGS: Beheadings, dark, dub-con, forced marriage, spoils of war, non-con, dark! Aemond, also kinda hatred to Valyrian people which can be considered, in a way, as discrimination.

You have always been a daughter of the North. You were born during the deadliest winter and during the heaviest snowstorm, the North had ever seen.

You came into this world like you were already gone. You had a faint heartbeat and kept your eyes closed. You didn't cry. You were silent like the grave.

Your mother and father's masters tried everything. They ran out of options very fast. Until you suddenly cried out, and your heart started to beat louder. It hasn't stopped beating ever since.

But no one knows what or who saved you. Until now.

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Years later....

You are enjoying a cup of warm tea. Your maids just arranged your wardrobe for the new season, selected the old dresses that you became too tall for and threw them out. There is a big pile of silk, linen and other dresses piling up by your door.

Your mother never would even come into your rooms. 'Mother? Is everything alright?'

'Put on your newest dress. The one with the pretty flowers. We have guests coming soon, and you need to be dressed appropriately.' She eyes your maids before heading off.

Your handmaid goes to work and dresses you in a light green silk dress with pretty flowers. You don't have much jewellery but you do take out your pretty necklace with a golden locket and your favourite pair of earrings.

Downstairs is a mess.

Servants run across the halls and try their best to fix everything up before the visitors come. Tables are decked, plates and silver are polished and dinner is being served for starved guests. It looks like it will be a King's meal.

Your father smiles at you.

'My dearest and only daughter. Willa.' He says and takes your hands into his own. He smiles at you and you hug him.

Your oldest brother Brand returns from scouting. 'They'll be here soon.' He announces. He laughs when he sees you. It's a pleasant laugh. 'My dearest sister has become a woman.' He says surprised and you hit him on his arm playfully.

You hold your breath as the doors open. You expect House Stark. You are met with someone else. A Man, with tired eyes and a green with a black coat. He nods his head to you. 'House WyldeWoods. May I present; His royal majesty: King Aegon II? And his brother, Prince Aemond Targaryen?' Your father smiles when the two follow them.

One is dressed in green. One is dressed in black. One is dressed for parties. One is dressed for combat.

The green-dressed man keeps a crown on his head. You understand he must be the king. His eyes are tired. Sick maybe even. His silver hair makes his skin even paler. He scans the crowd, eying your lady maids like they are some delicious snack he can't wait to taste.

Your father stands up and slowly but carefully makes his way to the prince. 'You are far from home.' He says, his voice deadly and sharp. He sounds displeased.

The Prince keeps quiet when his king speaks. 'We are. We heard there is trouble brewing in the North. We came to see for ourselves.' You aren't sure what to make of it only that you find it incredibly stupid. This could very well be a trap and they'd be dead.

Your father laughs a bit like he is educating two little boys. 'There is not just trouble brewing in the North. There is trouble everywhere now.' He looks at Aegon with blame and hatred.

The older man interrupts and takes over the negotiations.

'We came here to ask the support of House WyldeWoods. Can we count on you? You are the second biggest house in the North. We can use an Ally against the Starks.'

Against the Starks? Your family always fought beside them. Not against them.

Your father smiles, looking at the king. 'I'm sorry, my Prince. But you know I can't. I swore an oath to serve your sister.'

'She is a whore.' The king simply says like that explains his motives and why he would be a better ruler.

The snake smiles. 'Surely we can convince you somehow?' He asks sweetly. When he and your father monologue you feel the prince eye you. A lot. You feel his gaze go over your dress. You never had that kind of attention before.

Your father notices very easily and looks irritated. The prince doesn't seem to notice that he has been caught.

Your father groans. 'Is the view to your liking?' He spits out. You feel a bit embarrassed that your father berates the prince like this. He is dangerous. So is the king.

The prince nods. 'She is interesting. I didn't find any traces of her when studying your family, Lord WyldeWoods. She wasn't even mentioned. We never got an invitation to her name day Ball either.' You know why exactly.

A name day Ball is the perfect opportunity for a proposal. And your father wants to keep your lineage and his lineage pure. No Valyrian blood will mess with it. It's why he didn't send the invitation.

But if the Hightowers and the Targaryens gave a damn about the North, which they don't: they would have noticed much sooner and not years later.

Your father lies very smoothly. 'My little Willa is not fond of big parties. She wanted a small gathering with her family.' It makes you sound like some sort of lonely castle-kept girl. Like you don't have any friends.

The prince nods. 'Of course.'

The snake laughs and it doesn't reach his eyes. It is a calculated creepy laugh.'Your daughter is of marriage age?' Your mother gently and subtly grabs your hand and squeezes it nearly breaking your bones. You know just like her what's next.

A proposal.

Your father is aware too. 'She is. What about that?' He asks, suspicious and his eyes narrow.

The hand nearly jumps up and down. 'Excellent. We can become allies. Aemond here is unwed. So is Willa. He will take her as his wife and in return, you will support us with banners and men.' He makes it sound so simple. Except it isn't. You are sworn to Rhaenyra due to your father's oath.

Your father seems to have trouble understanding the new match. 'Willa? My Willa? With a Targaryen? A Valyrian?' He stutters out. You don't like that idea either. 'Piss off! Get out of here. You are not even fucking my goat and certainly not my only precious daughter!' He even grabs his sword to make his point.

The Prince takes out his sword as well and levels it at your father. You quickly intervene. 'Father, put the sword away. It was just a suggestion. Please? Let us remain civil.' You beg.

Your father obeys. 'You won't marry any WyldeWoods. You will go home without her. You sure won't touch her. If your funny Targaryen Incest-loving cock comes near my daughter, I'll chop it off.'

Aemond is enraged by that but keeps civil. 'We will remain here for tonight's feast. We may not be allies but we don't need to become enemies now, do we?'

Your mother nods.

'Help yourselves. There is plenty of food for all of us.'

The next morning you are awakend by the sunlight. Very unusual. When you leave your chambers still wearing your robe you find a deliciously big Banana cake waiting for you. You gasp and jump up and down in delight. Banana cake.

You are delighted.

Banana cake with chocolate dripping. Just like when you were a little girl. You smell the heavenly smell.

You decide it won't hurt to try a piece. 'I heard it is your favourite.' A voice suddenly rings out behind you. You tremble and slowly turn around still licking off your fingers dipped in chocolate.

The prince. How did he get in here? Where is your guard? It feels very wrong. Especially since your hair is a mess and you still are in your nightgown.

'It is. How did you get it here so fast?' You ask and can't help but a little impressed. The cake tastes so good as well. Whoever did it is an amazing Baker.

Part of you is insulted. Did he really think you would marry him because of a cake? Another part of you finds it so sad. He is used to buying his friends.

You also know what will happen if you accept it. He will feel entitled to you and will maybe even force you. 'It's a lovely gift. But I don't think father will appreciate it.' You say gently picking the words. You don't want to insult him. You are alone with him and he carries multiple weapons.

The prince sighs but gives you a small smile. 'It's not for him. It's for you. I know you like banana chocolate cakes.' This is not about the damn cakes anymore. You want to run away and don't feel comfortable that no one is with you either.

Your father will never agree to this match. 'You don't eye me as a bad man. But daddy doesn't like...' You swallow a bit. 'Uhm none northern men?'

There is a small mocking smirk on his lips. 'You can say Valyrians it's fine.' It doesn't feel fine. It feels unfair.

'Fine. He doesn't like Valyrians. He despises Targaryens especially. I wish I could show him that not all Valyrians are rapers and thieves who burn down our cities but-'

'Well with your ancestor being celebrated everywhere it is kind of hard to forget.' You finish your sentence dryly.

'I should go see my Septa. She is probably worrying about where I am.' You get up.

He mirrors you also getting up. 'She is fine. I assure you. Sit down and drink with me.' He points to a bottle of wine just waiting to be served.You flush. 'I don't want to bother you...' You don't care about bothering him. You don't feel comfortable drinking with him.

Your feet take off and you rush to the door leading to the hall.

The door is locked.

You hear a soft chuckle in your ear. 'I didn't say you could leave just yet. But if you want to; I will not stop you. I think you will regret leaving this room. I think you will wish you never did it. But if you must: I put the key on the table. It's your choice.'

There is a faint smell of iron in the air. You follow it curious. Until you come out by the kitchen. A guard in familiar targaryen uniform is busy arranging orders. 'Please. Let us check in on her lady..' A familiar voice begs the guard. You see it's the Bertha. Who always cared for you when your mother couldn't.

'Prince Aemond is handling her. She is spoiled. No need to worry about her. Now get back to work. These skulls won't impale themselves.' The guard casually presents her with a freshly beheaded head and a big kitchen knife. You back away and bump into the prince.

He grabs you gently and takes you with him to the kitchen. Making sure you see everything. There are some girls half undressed sitting on the ground clutching at each other. One girl is held down when two guards take turns. 'Let them stop,' you Growl at Aemond.

He sees it differently than you. He is fine with it. Or pretends to be. 'It's punishment and part of sacking a castle. It's unpleasant, but they can cut her tongue out if her moans irritate you.' He suggests but he already knows you won't be that cruel.

You go the two men.

'I am lady Willa of House WyldeWoods and that is my servant girl. Get off of her-'

One of them grins at you.

'What if I won't, little lady? Will you beg your prince to make him stop me? Maybe you'll end up getting your cunt fucked as punishment too.' He looks over at Aemond with a grin. 'Is she fucked yet? I would know if I were you. There is some space over in the hallways. Take that little lady bitch and make her scream.'

You hear Aemond's chuckle.

Something snaps. 'Get off of her. Last time I ask.' You say very calmly and collected. He gets off the girl and before he has even processed what happened you have kicked him so hard between his legs that you are sure he won't touch a woman in weeks.

You find a knife, on the table near you. So you use it.

You drive it through his throat, repeatedly stabbing him. It sticks out a bit before you pull it through entirely, making the man bleed out on the spot.

The other soldier turns on you enraged. You try to get the knife back but it's too late for that. You can only back away. He is suddenly knocked on his head with a rolling pin before he collapses to the ground. You rip the knife lose and quickly stab him in the heart. There is a thin line of blood coming out. Bertha looks at you, rolling pin still in hand. You rush over to her and have the awful feeling you forgot something.

Until you hear a soft cry and look at the girl that was hurt by the two guards. Aemond is with her now, a dagger against her throat. His only good eye is fixated on you, there is anger and aggression in it. You carefully lower your knife and shake your head.

He grins at that like an animal.

'I don't like you hurting my good soldiers.' Aemond says his voice distant and enraged. You don't have time to beg before they drag her away from you.

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Deliciously dark!Aemond x oc (SnowFalls) CHAPTER 3:SNOW DRIFTS

CONCEPT: You have become Aemonds spoils of war and his wife after he killed everyone at your home. Now he will try to gain more allies for his brother's cause, and one of your eldest enemies returns.

WARNINGS: Dubcon, non-con, graphic descriptions of sex, violence, smut, rough sex, dom/sub themes, humilation, spankings, torture, abuse, mentions of cheating, heartbreak and other tragedies.

You slept but barely. The nightmares haunted you all night. The biggest nightmare is already gone when you awake in a room that is not yours. You turn on your belly and feel a rough kick between your legs. Your muscles hurt. You groan and quickly look and there is dried blood on the spots where you were sleeping.

No wonder he left. You get out of bed and try to put on your ripped clothes. It doesn't fit anymore. Only your wedding cloak does. You wrap it around you, shielding your body.

You walk through the door and into the next area where your brother used to receive guests. There is a stern-looking woman sitting on the couch. She eyes you and your cloak. You understand right away Aemond put her there. She gets up perfectly still and moves over. Judging you.

You don't like her right away. 'So you're the new princess. I am lady Maeridth.' You don't care. You were hurt by your husband, spanked and fucked sore and your family is dead. Who cares about this lady?

Yet you introduce yourself. Very softly. 'Willa WyldeWoods.' She shakes her head and clicks her tongue.

'Willa Targaryen. You have taken your husband's name. As is custom.' You would never have taken it voluntarily. You were forced to become his wife.

You feel insulted and hurt that she makes it sound like you choose it. 'I didn't take anything.'

She ignores your outburst. 'Shall we go back inside the room? I'm afraid there are some unpleasant measures I need to do.'

You follow her uneasily to go back to the room. You see her inspect the linen. 'Very good. That is a sign of a wonderfully consummated marriage.' She is delighted at your bloody spot.

You want to hit her. She turns to you. 'Show me your body.'

You freeze clutching the cloak tighter. 'W-what?'

She sighs. 'I need to see if I need some poppy milk for you or if you'll do fine without it. You are limping and in pain. Show me how bad it is.' You drop your cloak.

She inspects your nipples and your neck. There are some fresh bite marks here and there. You didn't even notice he bit you. She spreads your legs and it hurts before she even has touched you. She gently feels the irritated sensitive and tired-out skin.

You confess to her. 'He kept going. He didn't care I was crying. He didn't care I was tired.' You recall it that way.

She laughs at that. You come close to hitting her. 'If he won't care now, he won't care in the future. See this as a victory. You know who he is now.' A beast. An animal and a raper. He didn't care you were a maiden. It didn't matter at all.

'A monster.' You groan.

She gives you a warning glare. 'You can never say such things if anyone is with us. You are a princess now but you'll never be a Targaryen. You are disposable and they already have what they needed from you. Only Aemond saved you.' You realise that.

The door is opened and your husband enters. The lady bows for him and you minick her. You want to run away and hide. He just smiles at you. It's enough to make you want to curl up somewhere and cry. You should've fought more. You should've fought harder. You feel shame and disgust.

The cloak still covers your body. 'My beautiful wife. Finally awake? You slept deeply.' You want to make a mean comment but keep silent.

The lady scurries off like a rat in the Harbor. You keep ignoring him. 'Oh. I see. Someone is a little upset. Don't even try to blame me, you were wet and enjoying yourself too.' He grits out.

You do blame him. He rips the cloak from your body. You shiver. 'Please, husband. I am cold. Give me my cloak.' You beg. The North is unforgiven. Even he is dressed for the cold.

He walks away from you. He goes to what remains of your dress. 'Do you still have dresses here? You can't walk around with just a cloak covering up that body. That would be too tempting for my guards to resist.' You think of the two guards. How they raped that girl. And dozens of others.

You hope he is trying to scare you. 'Surely they are loyal enough-' he raises his hand and it's all he needs to do to get you quiet as a mouse.

He continues where he left off. 'They are killers and men. Never assume we won't take easy prey. We will.' You shiver at those words.

You defend yourself. You feel insulted. You are not meek. You are not weak. You are strong.'I am not easy prey.'

He laughs. 'You were an easy little conquest for me. I put more effort into putting my eye in. You are only alive because I allow you to be. Don't forget that the next time you're supposed to be pleasing me.' He remarks coldly and you feel your smile vanish and make place for terror and fear.

You quickly begin to apologise. You are ashamed that he thinks you did your job poorly. You didn't know much. 'I was just a maiden I didn't know-' you try.

He leans in and shushes you. 'That sounds like a you problem. Get educated. It won't be long before I want that Northen savage cunt again.' You never liked people calling you that.

You growl but still stutter. 'I-im not a savage. I don't fuck my family or ride a dragon.' You bite out.

He chuckles dangerously. 'Take it off or I'll rip it off.' He warns when getting closer.

He waits before deciding to get rid of your cloak himself. He grabs your wrists and pins you to the side of the bed and sighs deeply when humming and getting his belt off.

You scream and cry like a pig that's being slaughtered. You shake your head at him, instantly regretting it. Especially when he turns you and touches your behind. You whimper. 'No! No..' You softly beg.

He grins before kissing your neck. Sucking it.'I take it you've never been fucked in your ass before? It's very common under savages.' You can't tell if he's joking.

You try to save what can be saved. 'Y-you are not a savage. I am. My family was worthless and you are so good for me please don't...' the rest is just you wailing and crying.

He listens to it, pleased. He roughly rubs your folds and old blood sticks to his fingers. 'I am, aren't I? I'm such a good husband to you. I fuck your pretty pussy. I gift you nice things and I let you rest after fucking you into sleep yesterday. It is not unheard of that a wife gets woken up or that she is even hit if she falls asleep on the job.' You look anywhere but his eye.

You remind him kindly that you don't do punishment. 'I do not respond well to physical punishment. Daddy didn't spank me. Mommy didn't either and-'

He smiles. 'O, I have faith you'll pick it up eventually. I'm patient.' You try to speak sense into him.

'I don't want to become scared. You are supposed to be my husband and my protector. I-'

'Hush. I want your ass in a gown and I want you downstairs in the hall shortly. Am I clear?' You give up and nod.

'Yes...'

He pets your head. 'Good girl. Put on something pretty hm? I liked the gown you wore the other day.' He says before getting up and marching out of the room.

--- Servants clean the blood away. Bodies are carried downstairs and sometimes heads roll through the hall when someone drops them.

Your husband waits in the hall with his mother, brother and grandfather. You don't give them the satisfaction of a glance.

Aemond kisses your cheek and you avoid eye contact with any other Targaryen. Two guards are busy putting heads on the gates and you watch the heads get smashed in so they can properly put the stake in it.

You think of the Starks. Maybe they will save you. But they need to be quick. 'Edric Duskwoods wrote us.' You heard of the DuskWoods. They are friends of the Stark and helped fight the Boltons. You wonder what Edric wants.

'Who?' Aemond asks, tilting his head a bit. He almost looks cute when doing it.

Otto Hightower glares at you. You don't like it. You didn't do anything. You nervously touch your hair.

'Her betrothed.' The former queen says. Your eyes widen as you glance between her, Otto and finally back to Aemond.

Your mouth opens and closes uttering words but no sound comes out. You are betrothed. You didn't know.

Aemond sighs. 'You didn't tell me you were engaged.' He says, and you hear some jealousy in his voice.

You are quick to blurt out. 'B-because I wasn't! Mommy or daddy must have had a hand in it. The word must have reached The Willowswood that they died.' They somehow send the DuskWoods a raven. Somehow.

You realise that was not possible. Someone else did it for you. Someone else in this castle.

Aegon grins. 'Bring the cunt in. Let's see what he wants and what he brings. Maybe he wants to offer me a Northern bitch as Well.'

The doors are opened and you stop pulling your nails. Edric enters and he is even more handsome than you remembered. He is 21 summers you are 20.

Edric doesn't bow. He struts in and walks to the Hightowers. Aemond pushes you behind him, keeping his hand firmly on your shoulder. 'Dragonstealer and One-eyed Kinslayer. Shall we add wife-stealer to the list of your nicknames?' Edric asks, and you admire his courage.

Aemond doesn't even blink. Come to think of it; He does that rarely anyway. 'Why not. I quite like that one.' His brother laughs and the two of them advance on Edric.

You whimper softly. 'What are you doing here?' You ask him. 'It's dangerous here.'

He smiles sweetly at you. You feel a blush creep up and quickly hide it. Aemond notices it and pushes you even closer to him, glaring at you.

Edric presents a beautiful handwoven necklace to you. 'Lady Wyldewoods. I'm so sorry we didn't get a chance to meet earlier. This could all be prevented. I'm sorry that monster took your innocence-' You don't agree but you surely don't disagree.

'This monster was being encouraged and begged to fuck your little lady. She fucked me back.' Aemond says. He doesn't care how embarrassed you'll get or how much shame you feel.

Edric scoffs. 'Like she had much of a choice. I want back my wife, you thief. Hand her or lose your other eye.'

Aemond reaches for his sword. Edric does the same. 'Stop! Edric. We can be allies. Surely you can find a way to support your new king?' Otto asks.

Edric frowns like he just got hit by a pan. 'You want me to support the man that stole my wife?' He asks. 'Things work differently in the North. Not all our loyalty can be bought.'

Edric shakes his head and walks out of the castle. Leaving you behind. Aemond chuckles victoriously and forces his lips on your ear. He gently sucks your lobe and you sniffle in his arms.

Another visitor enters. Unannounced. You notice the black burning raven banner and nearly piss yourself. You clamp to Aemond and quickly whisper. 'That house is our biggest enemy. What are the Warths doing here?'

Aemond smiles at you 'I invited them. We need their support too.' He says. You feel nervous and uneasy. You follow your husband around like a puppy, scared he'll leave you and you'll be defenceless.

Dorren greets Aemond before he smiles at you like he can peck your eyes out one by one. You force yourself to make a little curtsy and want to disappear again. Aemond grabs your arm and drags you like a conquest to his side.

Dorren's dark blue eyes go over your body approvingly before he looks at the king. He bows before Aegon. 'My king. How may I, a humble servant, serve you?' He asks lowly and mockingly.

Aegon seems amused by that and laughs before helping him up. The two of them do a side hug and Aegon demands your servants to bring in the good wine. 'Have you met my wife yet? Lady Willa Targaryen. She grew up within these walls.' Aemond tries to steal back the attention by a desperate attempt at starting an argument or drama.

Dorren gasps dramatically. 'Willa,' He says like he is Tasting your name. 'That can't possibly be the little WyldeWoods bitch they kept hidden in here?' He put down the cup Aegon handed in and takes you properly, even walking a circle around you.

You follow him, anxious he will pull out a dagger or another weapon. When he is done he grins scoffing. 'Well, I know a WyldeWoods bitch when I see one. Good luck with her, my Prince. WyldeWoods women are .. intense.'

Aemond smiles and strokes your cheek gently. 'They sure fuck that way.'

They both laugh and you turn your head away, playing with a ribbon on your dress.'Can I go back to my rooms?' You ask your husband.

Aemond shakes his head. 'No, come. I need someone to keep our wine coming.' He says when Dorren and Aegon sit down in the seating area that was once your father's.

You don't even want to go near Dorren when he is sober let alone drunk. 'There are servants for that.' You grit out.

Aemond's eyebrows raise at your challenge and you feel fear and something unknown take over. Dorren smirks. 'Oh, so entitled too. You are so spoiled.' He says delightedly.

He continues fantasying. 'If you were mine, you'd be whipped by now, little brat.' You gulp.

'I'm Aemonds. Not yours. Thank the old gods and the new for that.' You bit out.

You are grabbed roughly and your husband forces your chin up so he glare at you properly. 'Don't make me bare your ass and spank you here in public, little fox. Fill our cups, your remarks are not needed.' You obey, taking the cups and fill them with wine.

Dorren laughs subtly when you fill his cup as well, obeying your husband loyally and faithfully. Aemond doesn't even thank you. He just grins and snaps his fingers, pointing to his chair. You come over and prepare yourself to sit on his lap.

'Tell me, my king. My Prince. Is the North to your liking?' You already hate his slimy way of talking with Aegon and Aemond.

Aemond crosses his legs so you can't sit down on him and gives a subtle. You stand, next to him like a house servant. You never felt more shame and himulation. Tears threaten to fall but you keep strong. 'It's very beautiful and the scenery is quite complex and diverse-' Aemonds description is roughly interrupted.

'It's a frozen shithole wasteland, there are barely any good women here to fuck and most of them have covers of clothing you need to rip off first.' Aegon finishes.

Dorren ignores that comment. 'The women are...rare. Most of the houses are traditional and centuries old. They are wary of Targaryens. Most of the kingdom forgets...But the North? It remembers.' You stand a long time and soon your legs start to hurt.

You whisper to Aemond. 'May I sit, or be excused? My knees hurt.'

He just grins. 'What's stopping you from sitting on the ground?' The Cold ground. The floor. Like his pet, sitting by his side and being vulnerable to him.

'M-my dignity.' You whisper.

Aemond chuckles and you already know you won't like his answer. 'My sweet; you were fucked brutally by a man you'd only known for a few hours. You were wet and encouraging me to fuck you, every servant heard your cries when I made you come. What dignity are you speaking of? You have none.' He finishes brutally.

You feel tears fall and you bow your head. He takes your hand. 'On your knees, for me.' You obey, sinking to your knees.

He is not pleased and roughly spanks you. You cry out much to Dorrens delight. Aemond sighs before playing with your braided hair. 'No; silly girl. On all fours. Like when I fuck you. Surely you remember that?' He asks. 'Or do you need a quick reminder?' You whimper.

You swallow your pride, and kneel fully. Aemond grins. 'Just how I like them. Broken.'

Dorren is a little too invested in you. He likes to hear your soft whimpers and likes the sight of you crying. You just know he loves you being miserable. 'Does she behave in the bedroom? Or is she a naughty brat there too?' He is a little too interested.

Aemond grins, he doesn't seen to mind these personally questions. 'She is very submissive to me. She knows when she has met her match. She sometimes fights a bit but its nothing I can't handle.'

You are sometimes touched or petted briefly. You feel hollow and empty like a bottle without liquid. You are just his toy.

Most of the conversation goes by without you even noticing it. You are busy keeping your head up; despite it being lowered. You are busy fighting the urge to scream and to cry and to just crawl away in a corner.

At some point, Aegon takes Dorren to see his dragon. You and Aemond remain. You are grabbed by your hand and pulled to him. He places your chin on his knee and pets your hair. 'Were you paying any attention to our negotiations?' You shake your head, at loss for words.

'I-i didn't realise it was requested of me.' You'll be in trouble now. You didn't even remember half of what they talked about. Was it about the armies that he wants to know? Or maybe he'd like to know about how long the alliance will take? It won't matter anyway because you don't have the correct answer and that means that you are getting hurt. Again.

He scoffs softly tracing his fingers over the pattern that your tears left on your cheeks. 'It wasn't. I do have a few favours to ask. Come.' He stands up and you follow his example.

'Yes?' You ask.

He sighs and curses. You tense up and look for help. But the loyal guards are all gone. And the new ones won't ever help you. 'You know close I am to just taking you right here?'

You freeze up. There are still servants. There are still guards. People that used to look up to you. 'And no one would bat an eye at it. I am your husband. I can fuck you wherever I damn well please. If that means in the living room, in front of our guests and servants: so be it.' He says coldly.

He looks at the paintings on the walls. Your entire history is there. 'Your ancestors would understand. I am the conqueror, you are my conquest.'

Aegon and Dorren return, looking close as thieves. Friends forever and all that. You feel worried before they even returned.

Aegon smacks his hands together and grins .' We made a wonderful agreement. He agreed to let us have about half his armies and some of the Boltons.'

Aemonds eyebrows raise and there is approval but also something else. Jealously. 'How did you manage that?'

Aegon leans in and whispers something in his brothers ear. Aemond pales but nods. 'My lady wife is not in the mood for it. There is blood everywhere on her body. She is a bit messy.' You start to catch on.

Your heart drops and shatters. Your legs are ready to run. Your breath is fast and you look around panicking.

Dorren shrugs with a smile. 'I am used to my bitches bleeding when I fuck them.' Them. You. He wants you. You were promised in exchange for troops.

You stutter. 'N-no. I can't. He is my enemy.'

Aegon gives you a warning glare. 'You'll survive this. We want our armies, little girl. You already are a whore what's the problem?' Something snaps and before you have realised what you've done you've hit the king across his stupid face.

'I am not a whore!' You scream. Aemond stalks up very fast behind you and before you can act he has grabbed you and smacks you so hard across your face that it leaves a red mark and causes you to fall to your knees.

You sob. You don't want this. You are scared.

Aemond stands in front of you, kicking you with his feet to get you to look up. 'Never speak that way to my brother again, wife. Go prepare yourself. You reek of Cum and blood. He will want a proper toy.'

--- You are wearing another revealing gown. Aemond and Aegon are not far from you and escort you to the bedroom you were previously sleeping in.

'I will never forgive you this.' You promise Aemond. He doesn't speak. He just ignores you.

Aegon turns you before whispering in your ear. 'Get in there and fuck him good. We want his armies.' He smacks your behind.

You are so scared.

'I am your wife!' You cry out. 'I thought I meant something to you! Is this why I obeyed you blindly?!'

He tenses up. He shrugs. 'I can always get a new one. You don't matter to me. You're just a quick fuck to kill my time with. Get in there, whore.' You are pushed and stumble into the room.

The second you are in, they lock the door leaving you alone with Dorren.

Dorren smiles when he sees your gown. You sink to the floors, clutching your knees and start to cry. 'I haven't even touched you yet. That Targaryen didn't please you, did he?' He sinks to his knees and touches your face gently.

'You know what I think, little Willa?' He adds.

'N-no?' You mutter.

He lifts your chin. 'That he doesn't appreciate what he has. That he doesn't love you the way I would love you. That annoying silver-haired cunt doesn't know shit about your needs as a Northern woman.' Your needs. Some things you'd enjoy but if you could just get Aemond to pleasure you differently it would help. Make it tolerable.

'What are my needs?' You whisper.

'Have you ever been held down?' He suggests. You think back to your first time. 'I ...I was forced to kneel.' You still feel his grip on your legs pushing and pulling you on his body. 'And to...to lick his...'

He sighs. 'You are my enemy. A WyldeWoods.'

He adds before removing his hand. 'But you are also just a girl. You could've been my sister. I wouldn't want this happening to my sister. Or any girl.'

You don't understand. 'Yet you are fine with accepting me as your price. To do the same thing he did.' You remark coldly.

He sits. 'I came to warn you. We are supposed to stay far away from the flames of Valyria as Northern folk. You included.' He says.

'You don't know what your actions can inflict in the future.' You whisper

You don't trust him. You think it's a trap to get your guard down. So you keep aware and keep your distance. Even when the Targaryens are let in.

Aemond and Aegon enter. They see you sit still untouched with your hair pretty and your gown on. You see the veins in Aegons neck nearly snap.

Aegon eyes you a little more collected than Aemond but his temper is far worse. 'You little whore-' You scream and whimper when he grabs you. 'You think yourself too good for this, hm?' He asks, and even picks a dagger from his belt. You whimper as the cold metal touches your skin.

Dorren sighs. 'Let her be! 'She didn't resist. I am not in the mood that's all. You'll get your armies. Don't worry about that.' He promises quickly. 'Let the girl be. She did nothing wrong.' Aegon walks off with Dorren, still discussing the new arrangement.

You feel your hair stand up and cower when you are once again alone with Aemond in the same room you consummated your marriage in. 'You regretted sending me here, didn't you?' You ask.

He doesn't say anything but does come closer. 'You're right. I regretted it the moment I sent you away.' He says and touches your face lovingly. You feel very loved and special at that moment.

Until he grins and laughs at you. You lower your head and understand he was being sarcastic. Your gown is pulled up, exposing your behind.

You are pushed onto the bed. You feel his warm hands touch your behind, and you feel a soft teasing squeeze.

Part of you has already figured out you are about to be touched. 'W-what is happening?' You ask confused.

Aemonds lips curl into a smirk as he touches your naked back, unhooking your dress so it falls down, baring you naked. You feel vulnerable. 'If Dorren won't enjoy you, I will.' Your head is pushed down gently, and he grabs a spare pillow so your head can rest a bit.

He is busy taking off his clothing. You turn around to face him. You watch him take off his coat and his leather vest. Beneath it all is an impressive chest with muscles that still look healthy to you. You realise you are watching him strip and quickly turn your head away. 'Dorren said something.' You start this conversation with sweating hands and little confidence.

'Hm.' Is his response.

He is not very talkative. Sadly, you are. Especially when you are nervous like now. 'He said that I as a northen woman have needs you as a southern man might not understand.' You try to guess his reaction, but his face remains expressionless. He only blinks sometimes and takes off his belt.

'Hm.' He says again before dropping his pants to the floor, kicking them off his feet. You watch. You fear him, but your curiosity is much stronger than whatever fear you feel. He stalks over to you, naked.

You are gently pushed to lay again, your head and body away from his face. You know its now ot never. 'And he also suggested something. I want to try it, if I have your consent and permission.' You blurt out too quickly. He just glares at you before removing his eyepatch. You gawk at the giant scar and politely turn your gaze away from it.

He laughs, scoffing, and forces your chin up. 'You talk a lot. Don't tell me I need to invest in some gags?'

You feel your courage die off again and are pushed onto the bed. His hands enter your body, and you are stimulated again. He won't take you dry. That's something, at least.

You try to picture things that make you happy and feel safe, but all you can think about is his body and how it will slam inside you soon. Your muscles around your pussy tighten and you feel a familiar wetness grow alongside a too familiar hunger.

Aemond doesn't say anything but stops pleasuring you. Your hands are grabbed, and you are forced to please your husband with your hand. You don't mind it but won't look at it. He wants to shove it in you again.

You roll on your back, facing him. He grabs your arm and forces you to kneel again. You break free of his grip and try to get him to understand you. He has no respect for that, however. 'No, bad girl.' He scolds, and eventually, he wins. He is much stronger, and you are forced to comply.

'Wait... I want you to be on top of me.' You admit. His good eye narrows. 'I'd like that very much.' You add with a whisper. 'As if we are regular man and wife.' 'Just us making love.' You finish.

Something changes. He leans in and touches your face gently. You pout your lips ready for his kiss...

Instead, you feel two strong hands wrap around your throat, nearly choking the life out of you. You try to get him off you.

You cry out when he releases you. 'You're funny. You are mine, little fox. I will have you how I want. Will you get into position, or do you need a spanking?' You obey, kneeling when tears stream down your face and sobs rock your body.

He rubs your back, trying to calm you down. He adds softly whispering. 'And I don't make love, I fuck. I sure as hell don't love you. Am I understood?' You feel stupid for thinking this would be different.

You hide another soft sob. 'Yes, my Prince.'

He seems that as your consent and forces you down with your head into the pillow. You feel him climb the bed and hear it cracking. You softly whisper your ritualistic prayer and pray to the old golds and the new gods.

''Are you praying?' He asks, still not inside you. He sounds surprised.

'I am.' You admit. You don't know why. You won't be saved.

He laughs. 'Like your old tree gods can help you now. If you'd like to pray, pray to me. I am your God now.' He shoves himself inside with a grunt, and you are stuffed up.

'Please be gentle.' You beg.

There is a smack on your behind, and you do not like the pain. 'You wouldn't like it gentle. You like it rough and dirty. You are a filthy little whore.' You don't like his harsh words and his insults.

'I would appreciate a softer approach.' You tell him hoping he understands it.

He just laughs. 'You have little to appreciate and even less to want.'

The fucking intensifies when you shut up. Sometimes you moan or whimper in pain out loud. Once you notice you are doing it, you instantly stop.

There is a sharp pain as he goes even deeper roughly scratching you out and impaling you. You groan. 'Argh.'

You force yourself silent for the other trusts. 'Don't be silent, little wife. Keep your grunts and moans coming.' He likes hearing it.

You moan on purpose, but it sounds very fake. 'Don't overdo it.' Is his cold remark. You feel ashamed.

'Yes, my Prince.' You mutter.

You groan and tighten your grip as his body slams against yours roughly claiming you on the spot. You feel your whole body shake on the cracking bed. He uses your hair to control and steer you.

He takes you so hard and brutally that you are worried about permanent damage. With a grunt, he injects himself in you. You relax, knowing the worst has passed. Unlike last time, there is no pleasure for you.

He gets up and walks to the bathroom, leaving you to gather your thoughts.

You roll your hips to your fingers, pretending it's Edric fucking you. But soon your mind wanders and it's Aemond who fucks you in your daydream. Not Edric. You try to force him out but it doesn't work. You imagine him spanking you roughly, pushing you under him and pinning you down when you beg him for more. He is rough and your needs only raise and raise.

You feel like you've hit a limit and softly rub yourself a bit harder.

There is a harsh smack on your exposed legs and you scream opening your eyes. Your husband eyes you.

He leans in close. 'Come here then, little greedy fox.' You obey and are grabbed and shoved on your back again. This time you get it even more painful. Black spots dominate your vision as you try to keep from moaning but it's no use. It is too good. You finish much faster than he did.

You seek comfort in his arms. You snuggle up to him and happy smile. 'What are you doing?' He asks, confused.

You smile but your smile dies when you notice his glare. 'I cuddle with you-' You are interrupted and pushed off.

'I don't want cuddles.' He groans out.

'O,' you say like a silly goose. 'I-I see..' You hope that is the end of it but its not. He lectures you on his boundaries and you feel horrible for breaking them. You just wanted some affection and kindness from him.

He even sits up to do so. 'We are not in a romantic or social relationship. Our marriage is convenient. Nothing more. I don't want cuddles. I want heirs.' He says clearly.

'O-of course. I didn't see it any different.' You lie to yourself and to him. You don't want to admit that you did think a loveable marriage was possible. One filled with love and joy.

He scoffs. 'Lying is your worst skill. You suck at it.'

You don't take effort to respond. 'Will I be allowed to find happiness elsewhere?'

He freezes before tensing up. 'Are you asking me if you can fuck other men?' You know it's not unheard of.

You nod weakly. 'I-i mean...Eventually. I want someone to love me, eventually. After I've known him for a while and he has your approval as well as mine I might share the bed with him.' You explain your plan and it sounds very reasonable in your head.

Until Aemond groans and grabs a handful of your hair, pulling you to him. You cry out confused and scared and are pushed over his legs. You already know what's next and whimper before he has hit you.

'Ow! Ow stop! Stop it!' You cry out as he smacks your ass. You break down in tears. 'I'm sorry!'

He grins feeling your breasts pinching your nipples. 'Such a little slut. You are lucky I fucked you two times tonight. But maybe my wife needs one final fucking to make sure she understands it fully.' You shake your head but it's already too late. He sinks in deeply.

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Deliciously dark! Aemond x oc (snowfalls, chapter 2: Firsts)

CONCEPT: After murdering your family for being mean to Aemond and Aegon,(the words "Keep your incestloving cock away from my daughter or ill chop it off'' were mentioned by your father when Aemond proposed to you)) also, your father re-swearing to pledge for Rhaenyra, also your father refusing their allieance You are now trying your best to stop the sacking/pillaging of your own home and are wed to Aemond, becoming his property. You'll consumate your marriage to him but he is not very kind to you.

WARNINGS: NON-CON, FORCED MARRIAGES, DARK!AEMOND, MENTIONS OF IMPRISONMENT, MURDER, SELF-DEFENSE, MENTIONS OF INCEST, MENTIONS OF ABUSE, MENTIONS OF CHILD-ABUSE AND SMUT. Mc does not enjoy herself at first but becomes aroused anyway, but once the pleasure is done she cries herself to sleep its all terribly depressing, really-

Hubby looks pleased that he has a wifey now, though wifey is annoying him.

Bertha understands she is next. 'They slaughtered everyone, my lady. You're the only one left. Your brother, your mother and your father are gone.' She quickly tells you when Aemond coldly closes in on you two. 'I won't let you get the satisfaction of telling her first!' She roars out to him.

He just raises his brows. 'I will experience different firsts with her. Many more enjoyable firsts.' He promises her. Your blood turns cold. Your body freezes. He smiles and touches your chin. 'Be a good girl and watch. If you won't I will kill another girl too.' He takes his time, selecting a much sturdier knife.

You don't even want to think of a world without Bertha. 'Stop! Stop I'll marry you.' You quickly blurt and promise before he can cut her. 'I will let you have access to our house and whatever else you may need-'

It's a pathetic attempt. A worthless one even. He already has your house. He already has you. Why would he bother? 'I'm afraid that that offer is off the table. You'll marry me anyway, darling. You won't have much of a choice. This woman killed my best friend in the army. She deserves to die. Unless, perhaps...' He sighs. 'I can be swayed by a pretty face?'

You understand. 'Please don't kill her.' He laughs. 'Where I'm from, people beg on their knees.' You feel ashamed and sink to your knees before him.

He smiles pleased. He pets your hair and leans in closer so he can even kiss you if he wants. You will let him do that. For Bertha. 'This is precious. You don't know what I want, do you?' He narrows his one eye smirking. You don't have the power or the will to tell him no. You are clueless.

You think it is a power play. Bertha sobs. 'For me to beg?' You ask with a little voice.

He grins shaking his head. 'For you to serve.'

'That does mean, sadly for our friend that her time has come to an end.' He gestures for the guards to take her away.

--- You are still in your wedding gown. Aemond is cleaning and sharpening some weapons of his. He took the second-best bedroom in the house, and you were thrown on the bed. You are still weeping and softly sobbing, trying to process it all.

You felt so brave but now that you are alone with him, you are terrified. He snaps his fingers, pointing to the space before his feet. You keep sitting on the bed, nervously polishing your sigil ring. There is blood in the curves of the metal. It was Aemonds gift to you. He tore it from your father's cold dead fingers, that's what he said.

It is custom to now consummate your marriage with the prince.

Yet you are terrified. 'Do they do things differently in the North? Shall I ask for a sheep to be brought in?' He remarks when you still haven't obeyed and rushed to his side.

'Why don't you invite your sister? You Valyrians are very fond of each other, that's what I've heard.' He comes closer and you feel very proud of his angry face.

He hits you. You fall on your side and feel your fresh burning cheek with tears burning. 'You can't. I'm your lady. You vowed to protect me.' You are shocked and tear up like a little girl.

He just sighs and starts touching your long hair. 'I am protecting you, from your own stupidity. If the king heard such a thing, his punishment for you would be worse than mine.' He promises you. 'Now, don't ever talk about my family again.' He grabs your legs and pulls you to him. He rips your skirts and corset to shreds. You try to cover yourself with your legs but it doesn't work.

He looks at your body. He takes it all in when you cower. 'It is not a requirement. We can pretend we did it and just go to sleep-' you try. You have to. You don't want this. You are not ready.

He leans in closer. 'You would like that, wouldn't you?' He grins and you tremble. 'I did so much effort for you. I killed for you. I put effort into making you my wife.' He makes it sound like he was doing you a favour by killing your family.

He gets on the bed, lurking like a wolf who sees a delicious lamb. You feel your hair stand up and get chills all over your body.

In an instinct, you push him off you and to the ground. He stumbles back surprised by your strength. 'I can get rough too.' He warns. He grabs you. He throws you on your front with your face on the mattress. You feel him squeeze your behind before he firmly smacks down on it, quickly and harshly.

He bites out when hitting you. Spanking and humiliating you. You are spread like a whore and he is still displeased. He laughs when touching your red irritated cheeks. 'Your father spoiled you too much. Tell me, how much did he spank you? How many times were you taught and prepared for your future husband?'

You feel him pet your behind and hold back tears. You won't cry like a baby again. You will endure this. 'None. Daddy would never get violent. Never. Not to mother not to me not to Brand. To no one.' He is a better man.

Aemond makes a scoffing sound unimpressed. 'That explains a lot. I suppose tonight is full of exciting firsts for you?' He chuckles lowly and his hand softly slips from your behind to your entrance. You press your legs together to avoid his fingers going inside you. 'You look nice and tight. Has anyone ever fucked you?' He whispers when sucking on your neck.

You shake your head. He forces you to relax and pulls you against his chest. His hands part your legs and you whimper before he has even touched you. You look away from him, focusing on the room instead of his hands or face. You feel him taunt and torture you by slowly making his way down to between your legs. When he is there he grabs your folds and gently touches them very quickly nearly rubbing them. Your body reacts unpleasantly. Your nipples harden and you become wet.

'That's a good girl.' He praises you and kisses your neck with a growl. Something unexpected happens and you moan unexpectedly. He chuckles warmly. 'It's good hm? I heard stories about Northen girls. You know what they love more than being dominated?' You never knew women liked that. Women are often too strongminded to get dominated but you are easy to break.

You shake your head. 'A good cock or tongue down their cunts. I bet you would taste deliciously sweet like a forbidden Berry. I bet I could make you squirt just by licking your entrance. You are a maiden. You are starving for attention.' To prove his point, he grabs your cunt and roughly rubs it before sliding a finger in slowly. It feels very small and weird.

You want to buck your hips. You want to get it deeper. It needs to be rougher. Faster. You whimper. Your body wants it but your mind can't forgive him. He sucks off his fingertip. 'Mhm. I was right. Such a sweet little cunt.'

'What will happen to me when this night is over?' You know it's either he will allow you to live or he will kill you.

He decides on it rather quickly. 'You'll come back with me to King's Landing. You'll remain my wife and You'll give me an heir.' An heir. You didn't even think of the possible consequences of this action. Laying with him has that consequence. You want to quit right away. You are not ready to make and have babies yet.

You try to change his mind. 'For what? Aren't you second in line?' You ask. 'Why do you need heirs?'

He bites his lips. 'More like 4th.' 'I need heirs. Perhaps a child will make you accept your new situation sooner too. Motherhood would look great on you. I hope I can get you pregnant this very night. The baby will be here within a few months.' He pets your belly with a cruel smirk.

He has to understand. He has to. 'I'm not ready to become a mother yet. I have so many dreams and wishes-' You try but Aemond laughs in your face.

He just shrugs. 'A good wife knows when to give up her wishes and follows the wishes of her husband instead. Unless she is fond of punishment.' He adds threatening.

You lower your head much to his pleasure. 'Can I bring some things when we go?' You know you won't make it back home ever again.

'Depends. What is it?'

You feel embarrassed but tell him. He won't approve of it otherwise. 'A stuffed plush. I-I can't sleep without it. I had it since I was born. It was made especially for me. Please, let me keep it.'

You expect to hear him laugh. Instead, he just raises a brow and keeps staring you down until you look away. 'I'll think about it. I don't like the idea of my grown wife sleeping with a stuffed toy.'

He is done talking and goes back to fucking your body with his hand. It doesn't matter that your mind finds him a horrible killer. Your body appreciates him.

After a few moments, you feel yourself become slick and the movements go smoother and rougher. 'I think you're wet enough. It can be better but it's enough. Do you know what will happen?' He asks.

You feel vulnerable and worthless. 'No.'

'This is when you take off your husband's pants and his belt.' He patiently folds his hands on his back. You look at the leather black trousers and carefully lay your hand against his crotch, searching for the end of the belt.

You undo it and gently lay it on the bed. You wait for him to have mercy and to take off his pants himself. Instead, he guides you to his pants and places your hands on his hips. You are spanked and you growl.

'Be careful, or I might give you a whipping with it.' You blush before carefully pulling down his pants. You even fold his clothing for him. He grabs your hands, and one of them is forced to touch what's between his legs.

You are amazed by it. It's big and red and swollen. Your hand circles around it, and he forces you to tighten your fingers and slowly keep rubbing him. You see it becomes a delicious red thing that erects.

Your head is pushed down. Your legs are spread and with an animalistic groan from your husband, he enters your innocent body taking your maidenhead. As soon as he is inside you, you feel full. You want him out. It's too much and he is not gentle. You hear his groans and grunts and feel his strength when he is grabbing you to keep your body rocking. He is roughly fucking you, nearly to the point where black and purple spots cloud your vision. Your eyes close and your mouth produces a bit of saliva.

You buck back, and that makes it all go even deeper and faster. You let out a little cry of pleasure before hungrily fucking your husband back encouraging him to let him take you even harder. You moan as the cock slides in just right at the right possessive trust.

You are forced to look at him. You are pushed on your back this time. 'Scream, little wife. Scream your lungs out.'

You cry out, softly. The pleasure hits and you come crashing down so quickly. With another growl, you are grabbed and kneeling again. You are pinned down. Helpless and at his mercy. His trusts become rougher but you are ready. It's like a like switch has flipped.

You scream his name. You watch the cock as it leaves his body. It is dripping. 'Take a little lick.' He says with his raspy groaning voice. You curiously watch it before putting your fingers on the hanging, but still red and swollen cock. That such a thing can give such unholy pleasures. You almost want to hop on it again. You feel the cum as it sticks a bit to your fingers. You bring them to your mouth and take licks as he watches.

Your eyes nearly close. He smiles at that. 'Have I tired you out already? I have still so much more cum to fill your holes with. You haven't even sucked me yet.' He says and you honestly don't want to know what he is referring to.

You open your mouth to protest but are pushed back rough. 'On your back. I won't ask twice.'

It comes close to claiming you. Possessing you like a whore he paid for. He lives out his fantasies on your body and for the next eternity or so it feels.

'Are you done with me?' He grabs your chin and brings his fingers to your cheeks, wiping away tears and sweat.

'For now.' He says ominously. You give a nod, accepting that this will be the new normal for you. You liked some things He did, but not all of it. There is the issue of your body not being used to the rough treatment too at all. He pats your head like you are some pet.

You are tired but you don't allow yourself to fall asleep with Aemond next to you. It's not safe. You feel alone and scared. You turn on your side and look at the remains of your dress on the floor. You quietly sob.

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she did got a wedding dress.

Brienne will not get one.

just saying...

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Dark!Aemond x oc (Snow falls) Chapter 24: The dining room 18+

CONCEPT: You are Willa Wyldewoods, lady of Wyldecrest. After being denied your hand in marriage, Aemond murders your family and makes himself Lord of WyldeCrest, out-powering you. He claims you as his wife and spoils, He commands and goes over your home now and as you will learn right now: No one is safe under his reign. Not even you

WARNINGS: Non-con, smut 18+ dark!aemond and slight bookaemond.

I enter the diner room. My brother is eating a delicious roasted pig and he is not alone. My grandfather and my mother are present as is my sister. I feel bad that my sister will see this. I do.

But I have no choice. Aegon does not seem to notice I brought something. None of them even react to me entering a room. No one announces me. I feel as a ghost visiting a family that never appreciated me. Aegon finally takes notices and grins. "So, little brother. You are back soon from your adventure." He tells me with a exaggerated wink.

My sweet sister looks at me with innocence. "Did Aemond go on a adventure? Where did he go?" She asks her husband.

That pig only grins. "He went to a magical place where a wife's word means nothing. You perhaps know it well from the few times we've been together, my darling wife." He speaks, silencing her for good. Helaena absently stares at her untouched vegetables and tears up silently.

Aegon ignores her when my mother tries her best to not comfort her daughter. "So, my brother. Did that little slut finally made you cum? Aurelia is a good whore. She can teach Willa a lot. And Willa can teach her a lot about innocence and proper manners. It is a good exchange fo have them tumble with each other."

I lift Aurelia's head before tossing it in his lap. "Here, catch." I tell him. Horrified, he misses as the head dryly drops on the ground leaving a bit of blood.

Aegon shrieks before raising to his chair. "Are you mad?!" He shouts at me. "That was a gift! Willa will never make you happy! Not on her own!" He knows nothing about me. He never did. He knows nothing about anything.

My grandfather is disgusted. "Aemond, why did you bring this to our dinner table? You have killed this sweet innocent girl?"

I remain completely unmoved. "There was nothing innocent about her. She touched my wife. I don't appreciate others touching my wife."

"I will fuck your wife in her ass for your treason!" Aegon screams when rising his sword. Helaena starts to cry louder and burst into sobs as I avoid Aegon's sword, fending him off with my own.

My grandfather rises from his chair. "Enough! Both of you! Drop your weapons!" He shouts at us. Aegon stupidly does as he commands. I do not lower my sword until his is on the ground. "Aegon, Aemond's wife is his. You have all sort of playthings and whores but you will remain from bothering Willa again." Haha.

"And Aemond, what you just did can be considered treason. You do best to remember not to make any mistakes like this in the future." There are no mistakes.

Aegon is still seething, the fool. He loved Aurelia deeply."He killed my precious flower. I will kill his wife."

My grandfather gets more annoyed ever moment this fool speaks."You will do no such thing, you fool. We need Willa to hold the North. Her house supports us with bannermen and supplies. We have no to little houses in the North."

"Leave that us. Willa and me will soon start a campaign making sure all those traitors bend the knee to..." Ugh. "You, my king." I speak full of fake loyalty. I will return to that frozen shitland with my wife and my dragon. They will either bend...

Or they will burn. Aegon sees my offer and gives me a final warning before ending the discussion."Touch one my toys again, and I will take Willa's head."

I snicker inside but keep my face composed. "I have already made it so that Aurelia is named a traitor and a support to Rhaenyra. She killed dozens of our own guards, loyal servants alike." I tell the king.

He nods approving that we will deal a blow to our sister. They will hate her that whore. I bet she is happy fucking Daemon's cock now. He is weak. He should have taken her crown from her. He is her husband after all.

Helaena softly speaks up. "Brother, may I speak?" I soften my hardend scowl. She is asking me. She is my queen in title and right.

"Of course, your grace. You are far above me. As is your husband, our king." I speak. She carefully touches her necklace. Her spider necklace.

"How will we fake that our people are killed? How will we do that?" She whispers. She always knows my answer.

We won't fake anything. We will hire a group of assassins. We will dress them as the disgusting scum Daemon associates with. And they will make sure that if that whore sets foot in King's Landing again, she is dragged off by her pretty silver hair and raped to death in a ally.

Helaena tears up horrified. "My queen. Perhaps you should leave. Talk of war seems to upset you." I tell her softy.

My mother is outraged by my suggestion. She always had a gentle heart. Most women do. Which is why men lead wars. "Aemond. We will not kill our own servants.' I roll my eyes at her. We won't kill our servants. We won't.

"Only the one the guards suspect of treason. I have a feeling there is still disloyalty left in the castle."

Aegon nods intrigued by my ruthless plan. I add with a smirk. "We will give our slaughtered traitors a big grant funeral, for their families. They will be bestowed hero titles and their families will be given rewards. We will make King's Landing love us more than they love that excuse of a whore that calls herself Queen.' Helaena stands up after this and leaves the room, wiping her eyes.

I ignore her. Aegon smirks at me, having forgotten all about that whore and his wife. "Let the slaughter begin."

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DELICIOUSLY DARK! AEMOND X OC, SNOW FALLS (CHAPTER 7: THE THING YOU LOVE MOST.)

CONCEPT: You are Willa Wyldewoods, lady of Wyldecrest. After being denied your hand in marriage, Aemond murders your family and makes himself Lord of WyldeCrest, out-powering you. He claims you as his wife and spoils, He commands and goes over your home now and as you will learn right now: No one is safe under his reign. Not even you.

WARNINGS: Sexism, anti-feminism, murder, mentions of blood, mentions of gore, descriptions of executions, discriptions of cutting bodies into pieces, descriptions of blood, mentions of pregnancy, aemond having a breeding kink, non-con- dark!aemond and dub-con, powerabuse and fake-trials/showtrials.

You are surprised he is in the same room as you, reading some letters by the fireplace. You grab your robe from the ground. You put it on and walk to him. You softly lean in and kiss his right cheek. 'Goodmorrow, my husband. Did you sleep well?' You ask when sitting down in the other chair.

You open a letter with your house's sigil on it. You read the letters first words.

Dear Prince Aemond Targaryen, or Lord WyldeWoods of WyllowCrest, I regret to inform you-

The letter is ripped from your hands by Aemond. He glares at you. 'What do you think you're doing?'

'Reading my correspondence?' You say, a bit surprised by the rage in his voice. You are Lady WyldeWoods now. This is your duty. You already lost a few days process, and the banners must be prepared if war is afoot.

Your husband smiles mockingly. 'Your? The outside world doesn't know you exist, girl. Courtesy of your father.' Your father did what he thought best, and you both know it. You're sick of him pretending otherwise.

Ever since you slept with him, since you really found your voice and made love with him, you feel confident enough to take a stand against him. Despite what he did to you. 'Father wanted to keep me safe. I was quite ill when I was born.' You say.

Aemond's good eye rolls. 'I quite don't care how ill you were.' He grabs the letters. 'I'm your lord husband now, I'll take these out of your pretty lady hands. You shouldn't worry about upcoming wars,' He reaches out, and you flinch. He grins before petting your stomach. 'It's bad for our babe. Targaryen seed is very strong and dominant. You'll birth your first child soon. I hope for a son.' He speaks.

You even dont want to think about that. 'W-what if its a girl?' You wonder out loud.

He thinks before responding. 'Girls can be married off. Just make sure I do not end up without any son like my father did before he married my mother. I do not want any girls getting funny ideas about my legacy. Am I clear?' You scoff. What legacy? A Kinslayer? an abuser? You doubt anyone would want his legacy if it was handed for free.

'Am I clear, wife?' he grits out to you. You nod. 'As crystal.'

'Good girl.' You think back of last night. How he was pleasuring you and fucking you against the window and on the desk when calling you that and much more.

He takes you to your mother's big mirror and places you in front of him his arms around your neck. He can choke you with one movement. You are well aware. He opens your robe and touches your breasts before kissing your neck and rubbing your belly. You allow him to do so. You even like his hands touching your breasts and his arms wrapped around you. 'There isn't much to see yet.'

He leans in and whispers in your ear. 'But soon...You'll carry the next generation of an ancient line. You'll birth me beautiful sons and daughters with my Targaryen eyes and your black raven hair.' To proof his point he runs his fingers through your hair. You give a nod.

He becomes suspicious again. 'You don't seem very ecstatic about your future as mother and possible carrier of the Targaryen line.' You are not. Targaryens are known for insanity. You don't want your children to become like him. Or worse.

There is that scoffing laugh again. He grabs your chin. 'Don't you want to have my babies? Is that it?' He guesses wildly.

You shake your head trying to dismantle the danger. 'It's not you. Well, part is. But I told you before: There is so much I want to do. I'm scared of becoming a ghost when you force me to become a mother too soon. I'm scared of neglecting our children. The way you were neglected.'

He gawks. He thinks he hides himself very well behind those walls and his leather. But you know a lost soul when you see one .Gently you reach out and softly let the back of your hand touch his face. 'You think I didn't notice?' You ask with a soft voice. 'I am just like you-'

He rips your hands from his face and groans. 'Touch me again, and I'll take a few fingers. You know nothing about me, slut. You know nothing!' He shouts. You understand you crossed a line but so did he.

You raise your chin and stare him down. 'I'm not a slut. I am your wife. I do my duties you forced upon me from the day you met me. If you mind me so much, we can arrange a divorce.'

He chuckles at that and smiles. 'Perhaps I should just spank your disobeying ass red. Oh wait, you told me you'd like it if I got a little rough with you.' You feel ashamed and hurt he is using that against you.

'You win.' You say with a single tear escaping. Angrily you wipe it away.

Aemond leans in closer and you feel his cold hands grab your chin and squeeze a bit. 'But darling, we just started playing. I'm not done yet with punishing you for your little stunt.' He says and you feel the colour drain from your face and your blood turn cold.

You already were punished. Spanked, dragged, slapped and you even sucked him, fucked him, and there is the unspeakable tattoo now on your face. 'I...I shared the bed with you and I have a tattoo for you. What more could it be?' You wonder.

Aemond claps his hands delighted before grinning. 'My favourite kind of execution: Public.'

You are horrified. He is going to kill you. He is. 'B-but your babies! Our children!' You yell at him in despair.

His cold hands touches your face lovingly and he softly licks away some salt tears. You sob. 'I won't execute you, darling. Just whoever has the displeasure of offending my view today and some special guests. We as Lord and Lady of WyldeWoods should not accept crown traitors to roam our lands, Now, should we?' You are hissing like a cat at him. These lands are not his. They aren't his ancestor's either.

'They're not yours, you monster!' You shout at him before slashing at his face. You hit him on his nose.

You taste blood the next time you blink and an enraged Aemond has slapped you across your face. He stomps to the wardrobe and picks out a white dress with a fox fur coat. He throws it on the bed. 'We'll leave in a few moments. Don't be late, or there will be one dead person for every minute you make me wait!' He groans before strutting off.

-------- The nearest villagers are rounded up for trial. There is a little stage with two chairs made of velvet green black with orange and white. His house colours and yours. Aemond sits legs crossed proudly in the targaryen chair, and you sit in the WyldeWoods seat. You lay your hands in your lap and look at them.

Guards surround you, wearing green uniforms. They will do Aemonds biding. You know they will.

The first traitor is a beautiful woman. She is named Vasa and comes from Lys. Her crimes are stealing from the crown and seducing the guards on watch. Aemond doesn't ask for your input and starts the trail right away. 'You seduced my men? All of them?'

She lifts her head proudly. 'Yes, Kinslayer.'

You gasp by her insult next to Aemond. He shoots you a warning glare, and you quickly go back to minding your business. 'You must be really good, then. I'll make you a deal. I have a little troublemaker at home who loves getting cocks. I bet she loves everything shoved down her cunt, not just cocks. Why don't you try some things out on my wife, and I'll see if I can spare your life?' He offers and you are digusted and scared.

Your bannerman are here, villages gathered to watch and your servants are here too. You beg Aemond softly with your eyes but he ignores you. Aemond grins. 'Kiss my wife.' He says.

The woman comes over and gently kneels before you. Your mouth is grabbed gently. 'Obey him, you'll get in trouble.' She warns you before softly sucking your neck. Aemond looks on and you notice a few guards watching as well. You pull the woman on your lap and kiss her back. She opens her mouth and lets her tongue dip in your mouth.

Some of the crowd cheers when it happens most of them males but some females like it as well. The woman thanks you for saving her life before walking back confidently to Aemond.

He must be so pleased. 'I had a thought: I don't like sharing my toys.' He gets up and you are pushed back in your seat by a alarted guard.

Aemond takes his sword and slashes her head off with one clean slash. The head dryly tuds on the floor as you scream. Blood covers his face as he laughs before sitting down. 'Next!' He carelessly shouts before taking a sip of his wine.

A farmer is presented next. He has an argument with another farmer about a goat. Farmer Brownswood took the goat thinking he could get goats milk but the goat was barren. There was no milk for the man, but he paid for it either way. Farmer one got upset and tried to burn the house down of farmer 2.

Aemond turns to you. 'What do you think?' He asks. You are caught off guard and quickly stop pulling your nails. All eyes are on you: Aemond's eye, the farmers eyes, the guards and the other prisoners. You think many things but aren't sure Aemond would like hearing any of it.

Your parents didn't raise you like his parents raised him. They didn't taught you politics. They didn't taught you the law.'I-I am not sure my opinion is the best, husband. I am not like you, I have not been raised with knowledge of law and politics. You have.'

'I want to hear it,' He says. 'I promise I won't get mad or upset with you, little fox. Tell me.'

'I think they were both wrong. The man should not have lied about the Goat, but the other man should not have burned down his house. It feels all a little silly that two grown men are wasting our time with matters like this. A few nights in the brick might soften their attitude and restore their friendship.' You say.

It sounds horrible But it's better than the death he has in mind for them.

Aemond grins amused by your insults and your jabs. He leans in close and kisses your hand lovingly. 'A wonderful answer, my dear. You are learning quicker than I expected.' He says with a smirk full of pride and joy. You don't know what he is talking about.

He sinks in his chair. 'I quite agree with the punishment that Lady Willa has in mind. Let them gather their minds in the bricks.' The guards escort the two farmers away.

It's the first case that doesn't end in a murder and it is all thanks to you. You know it. Aemond kisses your mouth, and you kiss him back gently.

Another man shackled and beaten is brought before Aemond. Aemond raises a brow when the man refuses to look at him. Not out of fear, out of pure spite. He doesn't grant Aemond his respect. The guard notices and punches him in the gut. 'On your knees for our prince and his lady wife!' He yells at the poor man. He is around the age your father was. And that hurts.

'Please, good sir. Show my husband your respect and they won't hurt you.' You gently speak, your voice calm and soft. You assume he will at least consider it. But he only scoffs and spits at your feet.

'Do I look like a Dragonriding kinslayer to you, girl? You have him wrapped around your little fingers, but I am not that easy, whore.' Aemond tenses up next to you and you see him debating with himself wether to punish the man or to not give him attention.

He continues berating you and you feel worse and worse as most insults are the truth. 'Aren't you ashamed, girl? Spreading your legs for the same man that nailed your family to the gates of your home? We mourned our lost family and friends, who all served your house so willingly!' He growls. 'My own daughter was raped, when they found her, she had hanged herself in the kitchen. Where were you, Lady "WyldeWoods"?' You think back of that night. When Aemond dragged you to the Gods woods and forced you to marry him. After that he forced himself upon you.

'I was ...consumating my marriage with my husband.' You say gulping thinking back of that night.

'And screaming like a little whore, is what I heard.' You don't know what he is charged with but you understand his motive. It's revenge against Aemond for the death of his daughter. And he somehow thinks you are responsible. As if you didn't try to stop the rapers.

The man has said enough. 'He'll never really love you. You aren't family, after all. They're dragons and beasts.' You feel insulted. You raise from your chair.

Aemond whispers with one of his close guards. You only hear a strange foreign language. 'Prince Aemond is my husband and my protector. He is my lord and my friend. He married me for love, we are very happy - you try to convince him but also to yourself.

'You're a whore! I wish they killed you, instead of your family. You're a disgrace to our people and to the North. You should leave here. You don't belong here. You belong nowhere.' He says. You sit down ashamed.

Aemond laughs interrupting him. 'As funny as this is, you came here for a trial. We are your judges. You already insulted one of us, will you insult me next?' He asks careless.

'You are guilty of her death too!'

'And?' Aemond barks without missing a moment. 'I am a Targaryen. The word blood is in my House Words. I will take what is mine, I will do so, With Fire and with Blood.' You feel chills as he says that. 'This lady here is my wife, she tried to save your daughter, actually. She tried to stop the sacking in general, the little dumb lamb.' He sounds so carelessly. So numb to your feelings. You wish you didn't care too, but his words hurt. Of course, you tried to save the girls. But it was all in vein. They were raped anyway.

'So I dragged her ass to some stupid old tree, and after saying some empty vows, I took her upstairs where I sacked her myself. It was quite satisfying. She was never sacked before.' He chuckles as you blush and look at your shoes. You don't want to face the crowd.

'You're a beast, Aemond. Your sister will murder you.' The man says. You feel conflicted by those words. He is a beast. But you don't know if you'll like Rhaenyra murdering him.

There is a scoffing chuckle. Aemond leans back in his chair and sips his wine. 'She is welcome to try, the old hag. Let's see what she brings. Actually, I think I'll send her a message.' Aemond stands up from his chair and walks to the guard.

Without a warning, he turns and slashes the man open. You watch as the blood comes pouring out like he is a barrel with a hole in it. Aemond cleans his sword by licking it clean. 'Add the body to the pile. I want them all to be sent to my sister. Let her know what happens to her people now.'

He nods to the remaining prisoners and wields his sword. You realise he is about to excute them all. You helplessly turn to the guards in the green unfiorm. One notices you and comes over, gently pushing you down in your seat. 'You cried so loud, the night you were first fucked. Aemond bragged you were wet like a little baby seal. Don't give him an excuse to fuck you again.' He whispers before returning to his silent treatment.

You watch as your husband cuts off ears, takes eyes, chops off hands, and tears tongues with a knife. There is an unusual glimmer in his eye when he kills. You think it's part of his ancestry. You see the flames of Old valyria burning there despite neither of you ever set foot there. never. You grab his hand gently. 'Husband, please. 'Sit down, you showed your fire. You showed your power. Now is the time to show your compassion. Your gentle heart.'

He scoffs and frees himself from your grip.'I'm afraid I don't have a heart, dear wife.' You watch speechless.

He does not like to chop heads cleanly. He likes to slash people open and watch them bleed out. To watch the life fade from their eyes and to hear their bodies drop to the floor. It reminds you of how he probably killed your family, too. You still sit in the chair, wordless and frozen as he starts to put out an eye from a man who spied for the enemy and the tongue of a man who called his sister a whore.

The wooden podium is dripping with blood from all sides. You watch it drip down through cracks and finally it ends in a large puddle on the ground, mixed with body parts and other gruesome human souvenirs like fingers, tongues, cocks, finger parts and ears. He insisted on keeping the eyes. He plans to do something with that, he told you with a chuckle before handing you a freshly taken bloodied eye.

He grins madly when he takes the edge of the sword and licks it clean. You thought you knew who you had married. You have no idea. You eye the line of left to be judged and fear for their lives. They start to shout or beg or pray. They beg for mercy as they are brought forward. They clutch to Aemonds legs, beg him, promise their loyalty, and explain their reasons. You think he enjoys that more than killing. Having power over someone. You saw it when you two slept together last night and you see it again. A monster that must have his way no matter the cost.

Their stories are the same. Farmers and villagers were starving and did a few favours for the Blacks. They didn't have any choice. Those who insulted the royal family only did so because they were starving. They don't believe the royals care about their problems. They do not, of course. And they care even less about the peasants' lives.

They need three big carts for all the bodies. Bodyparts are sorted and collected in big brown bags that turn an icky red colour after a while. You feel sick and heartbroken. These people were under your protection. You didn't save them.

You turn to the prince. You are scared. Of course you are. But you need to stop him. 'Aemond, it's been enough. You have killed enough. Most of these people didn't support your sister because they wanted her to be on the throne. They supported her because they were starving, and she fed them. Surely you must see that.'

'I don't care what their excuses are. Treason is treason. You know that, don't you, little wife?' There is a warning there.

An old woman with a stick is brought forward. She walks slowly and if she is broken. A guard kicks her to hurry her up, but she falls down. You rush to her and help her up from the bloodied planks. She smiles gently at you before facing the prince.

'You stand before Aemond Targaryen, rightful Lord of the WyldeWoods, Prince of House Targaryen and loyal brother to his grace-' the old woman yawns loudly.

She points her stick at Aemond. 'All this ugly white-haired man wants to do is kill people. Let him have me. I won't whine and bitch like the men did before me. You won't get that satisfaction.' She says before raising her chin and staring him down. He scoffs before taking his bloodied sword again.

'Stop! Aemond; She is an old lady. She...' You try to take the sword from him. You cut yourself on accident. Blood drips down between your fingers. Aemond huffs before slashing in at the woman.He takes his time cutting her open slowly like a butcher would do with a pig he would stuff.

He eventually executes everyone who was on trial. Only the farmers escaped. The carts are piling out, and eventually, seven big carts ride out to Dragonstone. To show the Queen what was done to her people.

There is blood on your shoes. And on your hands. Aemond has been drinking and watches patiently as his men clean up the mess he created. Your hands tremble, and you clutch your necklace.

'Come here, wife.' Aemond barks at you like you're his pet. You rush to his side and loyally curtsy before him.

'Y-yes husband?' You ask, trying to stablize your voice. He is covered in blood. His armour has blood from the neck to his back and his green with gold cloak, which is now a red colour. He grins anyway.

'You're so beautiful when you are frightened. Your sigil is a fox, but you are more like a weak bunny. I can smell your fear from miles away.' He grabs your behind, and you squeak alarming a few guards, but none do anything to save you. He puts you on his lap. You feel like a trophy.

'The fox is more than an aggressor. It knows when to walk away and hide.' You try to defend your sigil. You have to.

His hands toy with the lace of your corsets. 'You sure love doing that, hm? Hiding from me?' He unlaces your front and patiently watches your neckline become bigger and show off more of your breasts.

His other hand, meanwhile, pets your legs and goes under your gown and eventually under your skirts. 'Aemond, we aren't alone.' You mutter as he starts to touch you inappropriately.

'I own them. They will let us fuck, trust me. They might even hold you down if I ask them to.' There is a warning in his eye when he lifts your chin. 'Do you need someone to hold you down?' He asks. You have pleased him enough for today. Yesterday was fun, but it hurt.

You know yourself. You know when you are tired.

'I'm still so sore from the last time we made love.' You gently try to reject his proposal, but he already gets that aggressive smirk on his lips. You try not to cry or to tremble. He will win if you do.

'Are you now? A little sore from my rough fucking?' He is mocking you. You still nod accepting that you've dug your grave so you will lie in it now. 'Hm. You don't know what sore is, little fox.' He spits out.

Tears form in your eyes and threaten to fall. 'Please, I've been so good.' You let out a little whimpering sound. 'I tried so hard to be a good wife to you, but you ask and demand so much of me. You want to have sex every night, and I can't keep up with your desires.' You confess. 'It's too much for me.'

He raises his brow scoffing. He has this mocking smirk on his lips. You don't feel like he takes you seriously. You grow angry every moment that that annoying smirk is in your sight.

Eventually, he sighs and mocks sympathy when, in reality, he mocks you and threatens you. 'You'll adjust yourself. Your body will learn to think of other things when you perform your duties. Your mind will learn it. Your body will yield the moment your mind has accepted that.' You don't want your mind to change. You don't want to accept it, and you don't accept.

He makes it sound like whatever awaits you is even worse than the pain you are facing now. That one day; you will be nothing but an object for him to make heirs with, to lay with, and to come in. That no happiness or joy will be left in your life. 'I don't want to yield. I want-' You don't know, but not this. You don't want this for the rest of your days.

They already call you a whore. He grabs your chin and applies a bit of pressure warning you. 'You can be a good sweet girl, walk with me and I'll fuck you on the bed like a good little slut-' your sobs interupt him. You whimper and wail.

'Or, I can strip you and fuck you here, in front of my guards, in front of everyone to see and in the cold and in the dirt.' He adds. You know he is serious. You know him too well.

You cry but accept that this is your life now. There is some dignity left to be saved. You won't let him take it from you. You will pretend to enjoy his attention, and you will keep strong so he won't take you on the execution spot.

'Take me home.' You whisper. He grins, pleased. He likes to hear your consent despite it being forced. He loves hearing you beg, and he loves winning and outsmarting you. He enjoys it.

'What was that?' He asks, but you know he can hear just fine.

'Please, husband, take me home. I'll be a good girl.' You finally say and even give him a soft kiss on his cheek.

'That's what I like to hear.' He forces you to get off his lap and holds your hand when standing. He stands, and you are once again reminded how tall he is. You are tall too, just not as much as him. He grins before leaning in and touches your chin lovingly, and leans in for a kiss. You close your eyes and let him.

But you are grabbed by your hips instead and slammed over his shoulders. You yelp again, but it's no use. He presses your head against his shoulders and warns you with a smack on your ass to be quiet.

He walks to his remaining soldiers with you as a killed animal over his shoulders. 'I'm taking the rest of the day off. My wife needs a good fucking.' He smacks your ass again and you whimper.

The captain laughs, but it seems a bit forced. 'Your wife seems a little scared, my Prince. I don't think she's in the mood at all.' He says gently, taking in your red eyes and your soft sniffs.

Another soldier appears, and you recognise him as the soldier that had that girl raped. That same soldier who wanted Aemond to fuck you as punishment. 'While you're at it, teach that whore that we as soldiers have certain privileges even little whores like her can't mess with.'

The captain grins at you. 'She is not a whore, she is the prince's lady. She will be treated with respect, soldier. Or else I will make sure you are taught some things about proper etiquette.' The soldier bites back insults and glares at you but leaves. You are the captain thankful for saving you.

Aemond simply raises a brow before leaning in the captains face. 'I'll decide how I handle her. If you had a brat for a wife, you would be strict for her too. She needs to know where the line is drawn.'

'She is your wife. You vowed to protect her.'

'I did, I vowed to protect her helpless little ass. Just not against me.'

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Delicously dark!aemond x oc (Snow falls, chapter 5: Escape)

CONCEPT: You make your first escape attempt after becoming aemonds wife.

WARNINGS: Forced marriage, graphic description of violence and graphic descriptions of sex, Forced sex, dub-con, non-con, pain play and abuse. Dark Aemond

Hubby after getting his wifey back and planning messed up punishments.

You are still awake as night falls. Aemond fell asleep next to you and he snores very loudly. You try to get some sleep as well, but it's difficult.

You get up and walk to the window. There is snow outside in the dark courtyard. You used to like snow. You used to go outside and play with your family in the snow. Throw snowballs at your brother. Now he is dead. All thanks to the man that lies next to you, still snoring on his belly with his face in the pillows.

You walk to the door of the room and try it. You don't assume it will work. You think he won't be that stupid. But the door unlocks. He has forgotten to lock it. You slowly sneak back to your clothes and pull them back on.

You also grab a cloak and inspect the coat that belongs to Aemond in search of coins. You find one golden dragon. That should be plenty.

You don't risk the stairs. You instead take a secret passageway that ends near the stables. You don't get a horse. You just calmly walk away from your home. You know if you'll run you won't make it far.

The Snow becomes more and more dreadful as you finally come into the first village. You sigh relieved and drag yourself to the nearest tavern. You show him the golden dragon. 'Can I rent a room?' It's way too much for the terrible room you'll get but it'll do for now.

You go to sleep in your clothes and sleep better since that monster became your husband.

--- The next morning you awake because of hard shouting. Brutal shouts and horses that cry out. You walk to the window and peek outside. Villagers are rounded up and questioned by Targaryen guards.

You piss yourself nearly. They are already hot on your trail. Aemond marches ahead of the two guards and barks orders at them.

The door of your room is opened before you have the chance to process what is happening. The ward that took you in grins and grabs your arm, dragging you with him. 'Don't! He'll hurt me!' You beg.

He just grins. 'He'll give me thousand golden dragons for you. I don't care if he raped your body bloody and made his dragon fuck you: I'm getting my reward.'

He brings you to an angry Aemond. He spots you and gets that little smug annoying smile. You want to smack it off his face. The ward drops you in front of him. 'I assume this is her?'

He claps his hands delighted to see you and you bet he is already imagining that your head was stuck between his hands. 'There she is! My sweetest little wife.' He says, smiling but his eye is deadly. You take one look at him, and your legs take off running far away from him. He chuckles before following you.

You never run. He does. You never train. He does.

It's no surprise he catches up with you and tackles you to the ground. 'You're such a naughty little thing. Walking away from me.' He grins. 'I can be naughty too. We had such fun times yesterday. I loved fucking your body. Perhaps I'll fuck you right here. You seem to be eager for my attention.' He says with a dark chuckle.

In front of everyone? In the cold snow?

You start to kick and push. He lets you take out your aggression. It doesn't hurt him. You don't even hit him. You just wildly attack and barely do any damage besides tiring yourself out. When you are finished and catching your breath he grabs your wrists and pulls you close to him. You sniff his scent and try to break free again.

'I hoped I'd capture you again.' He whispers darkly in your ear. You spit on him. He growls before flatting his hand and slapping you across your face. Your lip rips a bit of blood drops down as you quietly sob, avoiding his gaze.

'We might need to do something fun first before going back to the castle.' He says, grabbing your arm. His grip is cold as stone.

-------- You enter a suspicious-looking cabin. You two rode for a while with the carriage. Aemond has a map with him and you know you are at the right place when he chuckles.

An old man is cleaning what looks to be a sharp knife. There are bottles of paint surrounded by a chair. 'Excuse me, do you take commissions?' Aemond ask. You find it a bit weird time for a tattoo but you do find it very attractive. It might create more spark between the two of you.

'Do you have gold?' The man asks with a chuckle. 'What can I help you with, Valyrian boy? I haven't seen your kind here in a long time.' He doesn't sound half as hateful as your father.

Aemond proudly grabs your arm. 'I'd like a tattoo. For her.' He says with a dark smirk.

You rip your arm free instantly and back away shaking your head. 'I don't want a tattoo.' You eye the door but a guard makes sure you can't escape again.

Your husband hands the man a bag with gold. He whispers in the man's ear and gives him another dragon.

You are pushed by him in what looks like the torture chair.

Aemond sits next to you and patiently waits. You whimper, shaking like a leaf. 'I'll give her something that won't make her able to speak or move for a time. We can start on the tattoo after.' He says.

'Come, sweetling. Open your mouth.' The old man says, holding a bottle of strange transparent liquid.

You refuse. 'No! I don't want to. He already took so much!' You see compassion and sympathy in his eyes.

Aemond sees it too and is very quick to act. 'Swallow it or I'll order the execution of every remaining man and woman in your family home.' He growls.

You don't even have the energy to cry. You take the bottle and take a sip. 'Good girl.' The man cleans two big sharp little knives and selects paint colours for your tattoo.

After a few moments, you can't even lift a finger. The man sits next to you and takes hold of your face. He dips the knife in the ink and starts cutting, creating a tattoo.

You just whimper. You cry. You sob and you can't even lift a finger to defend yourself. Aemond shakes the bottle, eyeing the stuff at the bottom. 'This is good stuff. Where do I buy a few crates of this?' He wonders out loud.

It hurts. The constant stabbing and the colouring of your skin with the thin needle. You want it to end. Your body eventually gets used to it and you black out.

It takes him a whole day to make the tattoo. When you are finished you can nearly move your fingertips again. 'She is done.' He finally announces to Aemond.

He gets up from his seat and looks at your crying face and red puffy eyes. 'She is beautiful. Thank you.' He says with a smitten smile. You look around for a mirror. You are curious as to what they did.

He chuckles. 'You'd like to see? I don't think you'll like it very much. But if you want to, I won't stop you.' You think back to his first warning. When you stumbled upon the massacre. You fear you won't like what he did with you.

You finally notice a mirror close to the door. You get up and walk to it. Facing the truth and your fears. You look into it.

There's a sapphire near your right eye. A small tear ends in what looks like a sapphire.

'I don't understand-' you stutter. It looks pretty. You softly touch the numb skin. It's very sensitive and you regret it right away, hissing.

'You've never met someone from Volantis. I have. They are very interesting people. They mark their toys there. Tiger stripes are for soldiers and whores? Whores get teardrops beneath their right eye.' He says. 'Slaves get tattoos. You are my slave.'

You freeze as the realisation hits you and you don't find it as pretty anymore. Everyone will see. Everyone will know. 'Why?' You whisper your voice breaking.

He grabs your chin as you try to hide from the truth. He forces you to face it. 'The next time you think of running, you think of freedom or something else I won't like: Just look in the mirror and see this permanent reminder of who you belong to now.' The sapphire is his symbol. His name is written on your forehead. Everyone will know now. No matter where you'll go. You'll always be his.

You thought you knew him. You had no idea. 'I never...I thought there was some good in you.' You stutter and you feel dumb for ever thinking that.

There is something in his smile that breaks you. 'There is. You just shouldn't have run from me. That was your mistake. Now you'll live with the consequences. And trust me: This is nothing compared to losing an eye.' He says joyfully before giving the poor man another golden dragon.

The man forgets how miserable you are very fast and thanks Aemond eagerly. You glare at him so much that he cowers and looks at his shoes. You see his toes coming out of the worn-out leather. You feel bad. You hate it. You hate yourself for feeling bad for that horrible old man who mutilated your face.

--- Aemond has dressed you in a sleeveless green gown. You have your head lowered. His hands are on your hips and he keeps you close scared you'll vanish if you are let go a moment.

Aegon is the first to notice the new tattoo. 'Did she meet with that Volantis girl? She has a matching tattoo.' He says with a grin. Alicent looks up from her dinner and drops her fork once she sees your face. She pales and looks like she got a kick in her gut.

Otto looks worried and disgusted even more than usual. 'Explain.' Aemond says, to you to appease his grandfather.

You feel ashamed. It somehow feels like your fault. Good thing you know it isn't. You did what every sane person would do. And you will do it again. Until you succeed...

Or until you die. 'I...I disobeyed.' You hope that that is enough.'This is my ..my punishment for running away.' You say softly.

Otto is even more disturbed than he used to be. Aemond laughs nervously. 'And?' He uses some pressure on you with his hand on your hips squeezing you.

You break, your voice a whisper. 'I'll never do it again.' He smiles and kisses your cheek.

'That's what I wanted to hear. Wait here like a good girl.' He leaves you standing and joins his family for dinner.

You wait. And wait. Assuming a chair will be added. Assuming you might sit on his lap if need be. Assuming you still get food.

'How long am I to wait?' You finally ask him, after the desert is brought out.

He laughs delightfully at you and licks off some chocolate from his fingers. You feel something confusing happen as you watch him do that, following every moment eagerly. You think back to your first time and wonder what else he can do with his tongue and fingers. 'If you think I'm feeding you tonight you haven't been paying attention.' You break free from your fantasy quickly.

You already didn't eat yesterday. You left the castle without food and didn't eat in the village either. 'I left the castle late. I didn't eat yesterday. It was cold and my body is hungry.' Surely he understands.

He slowly takes a strawberry and dips it in the chocolate biting it down until the cap is. 'Perhaps you should have thought about that before you ran from me.' He can't be serious.

You are stunned.' You'll survive a few days without food.' He says very calmly. 'If you won't...Oh well. I am starting to think you're more trouble than you're worth, anyway.'

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Deliciously dark! Aemond x oc (Snow falls) Chapter 4: The price

Concept: You are aemonds warprize and he took you as his prisoner after murdering your family.

WARNINGS: Non con, abuse, murder, threats, martial abuse, discussion of pregnancy, forced pregancy smut spankings abuse more abuse, cussing and oh yes *rereads notes* ehrm...Beheading familiy members and sending their body parts via mail as a warning. Blood as well. Rough sex. Dubcon. Aemond being a terrifying mf.

If you enjoy dark aemond, be welcome back to Wyldecrest.

Hubby enjoying scaring his wifey because she just scares so easily.

The Cold awakens you. The window must have been blown open by the hard wind.

You are sore and feel so devasted. Your future looks so grim. It won't be the fairytale life you imagined. There is new fresh blood where he fucked you too rough and now there are blue and black spots where he hit and grabbed you. You like to think that his grip is tighter on accident but you don't know. Maybe he wants to hurt you.

A lady enters your room and you quickly cover up. Aemond is gone already. You aren't used to anything different. She takes in your body, the blood and your run make-up. 'I am Alicent.' She kindly speaks like you are some little girl that needs mothering, nurturing and pampering.

Another long-haired woman follows her like a little lost duck would follow its mother. You assume she is her servant.

You don't know what to say. What is she even doing here? She wears an awful green dress but her being an gorgeous red haired woman she pulls it off very nicely. You are annoyed at the colour green and doubt she is wearing it for her pleasure. She is an Green.

Slowly you Roll on your back, your eyes still half closed. You sigh deeply and rub your eyes. 'Good for you. I'm tired, Alicent. I had a shit night and I want to rest.' You groan before turning on your side.

'This is the former Queen.' Says the handmaiden that accompanied her. Alicent shoots her a glare. She wisely shuts up.

'I am Aemonds mother.' Alicent explains and sits by your bed, careful to avoid the blood. You back away instantly. Anyone who is friends with him does not have your best interest at heart.

Furthermore: If she really is his mother, if she made him the way he is now, she can't be that good herself either.

'You did a shit job at raising him.' You say and you mean it. You don't care she is the former Queen. You don't care she will tell Aemond. You aren't scared of her. Maybe a little bit.

You gesture to the blood spots.

''How has he been treating you?' You blink a few times and let the question slowly process before you groan. Isn't it obvious?

'Look at my body. I am beaten, bruised and spend. I lost my family and home to him, I lost my dignity and future to him. I don't think there are greater crimes he could commit on me.' You say.

'So you won't be obedient?' She asks, and that's what she wanted to know. She doesn't care you are used like a whore or a punching bag. She wants to make sure you aren't going to be trouble.

'I just want him to stop hurting me all the time.' You confess.

Alicent smiles. 'It's your duty as his wife now to give him beautiful girls and boys from your womb. Be grateful that you have the honour and the privilege to carry a royal. To carry Valyrian offspring.' You want to throw up. That woman is insane.

You get up, fire burning in your veins. 'I don't care about my duties as wife as he won't take on his duties as my husband. Where is my protection? Where is my promised safety?'

Alicent ignores your outburst. She eyes the blooded linen. 'My son will make you behave and cooperate. I was going to encourage him to be gentle with you, as you are just a girl. But I see now that you are so selfish and only want to break free again.' She smiles at you before leaning in.

'Before he had a dragon, Aemond spend a lot of time with horses. He'd break them completely and build them up from scratch. It was quite terrifying, watching the horse become a new thing. Losing all its fire and will.' You know what she is implying. He will do the same to you.

The door softly opens and you gulp when your husband enters. You fight the urge to run away and coldly wait on the bed. He ignores you.

You are relieved and play with your braid.

Aemond smiles at Alicent. 'Mother. They didn't tell me you were here with my wife.' He greets her with a warm very loveable hug. So he does hug. Just not you.

His head turns to you and you lower your eyes. 'How is my little wife behaving? Has she been good?' You feel like a dog. A whore. A little voice rings out in your head and tells you that you are just that. A whore.

You expect alicent to betray you but she keeps up appearances and even lies to her own son for your safety. 'She has been, so far.' Alicents voice is cold and collected.

He seems surprised by that, and walks over to you. He takes your chin in his hands and forces you to look up at him. You do so, tears burning in your eyes. He leans in and gives you a kiss on your cheeks. 'Hm. It's still early.' He grins with a chuckle before petting your head. 'She just loves trouble.' You feel something happen when he softly touches your lips with his finger.

The Former queen comes to your defenses again. 'She wasn't trouble. She will behave and cooperate. You did a smart thing capturing her, but if you want to keep her as your wife we are going to have trouble.' You freeze.

'Mother-' Aemond is interrupted roughly.

It was too good to be true.

Alicent speaks quickly and full of convincing. 'She is worthless, Aemond. We already have what we need from her. If you prefer her as toy or as your pet you can keep her but she can't be your wife. You need to marry to strengthen our house.' You look at your hands, tears falling.

The prince laughs a bit nervous.

He will strip you of your newly acquired title, and you will become his whore or toy instead. No laws will protect you from him.

Alicent loses her patience.

'I understand that, but this will make us look strong to doubting houses in the North. We have the WyldeWoods girl. She is of First men heritage. Older than the Starks according to some studies.'

'No one cares about that!' She yells at him. He freezes and so do you. You are shocked. Worried he might hit her too. 'I'm sorry. Your brother and you are stupid for following your grandfather here. You can't tame the North, Aemond. Neither can Aegon. It will bend the knee to Rhaenyra.'

You look at him, whimpering.

He is too sure of his cause. He thinks he won't lose. His ego will be his downfall. 'No, it won't. It will pick us once they see what we do with people who betray us. I had the parts of her family members send to every damn house in this frozen shithole as a warning.' You let out a little cry and feel your chest tighten.

'Y-you did?' They should be downstairs in the family crypt. Resting, safely. Not be spread around the North. You'll never be with your family again. That's bad enough as is it. You expected they granted you at least the chance to say goodbye. But that was too much to ask.

Alicent leaves at that point, slamming the door.

He is back within seconds and grabs a handful of your hair like a mother cat would grab her kitten by her neck. 'Shhh. Let's not talk about your dead family now, hm? Let's talk about something fun and exciting.' He throws you on the bed and you close your eyes, whimpering loudly and quickly muttering a prayer to the gods.

'They should be here, resting in our crypts. Why did you...' He leans in and kisses your lips silencing you. You struggle violently and push him off you.

He rolls his eye. 'I won't fuck you, darling. A nice little distraction for you, away from all your pain and troubles.' It sounds good. You relax once he tells you he won't have his way with you again.

'That sounds lovely.' You confess softly, scared he is joking or will slap you if you do as much squeak.

His smile drops. 'What did she want?' He asks.

'She talked about uhm...' You find it embarrassing to bring it up.' The honor to carry a royal inside my womb.' You say, sitting up on the bed.

He just stares at you before turning his head away his expression unreadable. You want to laugh but at the same time, you are scared of his reaction.

He comes closer and looks at you his head tilted a bit. 'And what is your opinion on this honor?' He asks.

You start to tell carefully what you think of this. 'I think your mother was always meant to be a mother. She is soft and gentle and kind. I don't know if motherhood would be good for me. I fear I might wither away and neglect our children.' You confess. You hope that the truth won't make him angry.

You continue. 'I don't want to neglect them. If I ever have children, I want to be there for them. No matter what.' You are proud of your answer. It's a very noble strong answer.

He reaches out to touch your belly and rubs it with a dark smile on his lips. He chuckles shaking his head at you. 'The gods will decide when you are with child. We will consummate every month until I have enough heirs to gift each of them a kingdom.' There are seven kingdoms. Seven labors. Seven pregnancies.

That is dangerous. Every pregnancy and birthing is a risk.

'Let's not be too greedy, husband. The gods don't take well to arrogance. Let them decide if we are to be blessed with a child, and if so with how many.' You squeeze his hand.

He groans breaking free. 'I suppose your gods are different than mine. They granted me so much. My dragon, my position, my riches, my skills...'

Before you can help it you say something and what you say is so stupid that you wonder how you ever even could entertain such a stupid thought. 'They took so much from you as well. Your father. Your eye-' He grabs you and growls. You whimper.

'I-i have to pee.' It's a lie. You don't want him to force you in any way.

'Do it, then.' He has a calm smile but his eye displays dangerous dark emotions. He doesn't believe you.

You try to force yourself to pee but it doesn't work. 'That's not proper.' You say softly avoiding his eye.

He grins. 'You're a lying whore. You don't need to pee. You're scared I'll fuck you again.' His words hurt.

'I am.' You mutter softly.

He chuckles. 'Why? You're wet every time I lay my hands on you. You're wet and needy. Why fight me?' You can list millions of reasons and he still won't get it.

You start with the number one reason. 'Because you killed my family. You hit me.'

He sighs. 'I am your husband, and I only hit when you disobey. It is common. You know that.' You don't care if it's common it's still cruel.

You scoff. 'So that means that if I caught you cheating on me that I can chop off your cock?' You coldly remark.

He burst into sincere laughter, since the first time that you've met him. 'You're funny, little fox. Very funny.' You don't try to be. You don't understand.

You helplessly try to get his attention back to you. 'I am not trying to be funny! I wish to be taken seriously.' You say.

He stops laughing. 'You are the wife in this relationship. Act like one, and shut up about what I do when I'm not with you.' You feel like you just got hit in your face. You gawk at him, trying to hide your worries and disappointment.

'Does that mean that you..' You are too scared to say it. He gets in your face so you can't look away from the truth and he gives a firm nod.

You think of your first time. Of your vows. So far you've done everything for him. And he has done nothing to uphold his vows. He would protect you until the end of his days. You feel stupid. So stupid. Of course, he wouldn't take his vows seriously.

But that he already slept with another woman, but still hurt you by bedding you that is what really breaks your heart. If he could get it from her, why come to you? You don't understand and you don't want to understand. 'Al-already?' You master to blurt out.

'Yes.' He says; very laid back and a bit annoyed at your dramatics.

'B-but..I don't understand.' You feel so lost and little.

He grins. 'It's not that difficult, is it? I like your body, just not that much that I won't try anything else that might come to me. And being a prince, well...A lot of girls come to me.' You can't see that.

'You're a horrible man. Why would anyone sleep with you?'

'My wallet, darling. I am royalty. We get special treatment wherever we go. Even in the North.' He leans in to touch your face but you push him away. He laughs at that and lets you be.

You are crying of anger. You look around for anything heavy to hit him with. 'So, I get hit when asking for h-happiness elsewhere, but you get to fuck around your way in the kingdom?'

He sighs like he is tired but he has a stupid grin on his lips.' That's the privilege that comes with being royalty. It's a curse. All women in the kingdom wish to know how it is to ride a dragon. The biggest dragon of them all.' You roll your eyes.

You get into his face. 'It's not royalty privilege it's male privilege. I won't stand for this. You can fuck your pretty whores and sluts but you won't get it from me anymore.' You promise.

He just laughs. 'I might don't have to. Who knows I already knocked you up very nicely, little wife.' You worry about that too. But this room used to be your mother's. Your mother and father loved each other.

If any room has moontea or maybe something else to prevent you from having his children, it's in this room. 'Perhaps if you did a little effort into keeping up appearances I'd be more interested.' Aemond deals another blow.

You look at the same old gown you've been wearing since you were taken captive. 'I am mourning my dead family members. I am mourning my past life and my-' He interrupts you.

He walks to the door of the room. 'Well, you heard what mother said. I don't need to keep you alive. I do so as a courtesy. You can adjust to being my wife or I'll make myself a widow.'

'I'm serious about the wardrobe change, my love. I hate not being able to see what I bought.' Bought. Like you are property. He wants to make you wear revealing gowns and dresses. It's too cold for that here.

Aemond adds.'The more you hide it away from me, the more I want to see and touch it.' You can't keep your whimpers in and look at him with shaking hands.

He laughs at your terrified face.

When he finally has left you get to your mother's wardrobe. You take out all her gowns and dresses and look through them. Most of them are in your house colours brown and white. The dresses are made of sturdy good fabrics but you doubt they'll please Aemond.

It's not silk.

It's not shiny.

It's just so regular and bland.

You don't have much up here.

And the necklines aren't that inviting either. You like that, you still haven't gotten used to your woman's body. But you just know some prince won't.

You finally pick a soft light orange dress with a matching fox fur coat. It's still long but it's sleeveless. You put on some fur coat made of fox hide and hope it'll do for now.

You walk to your mother's vanity and start doing some attempts at make-up. Your tears make it difficult to put the black coal under your eyes, and the constant smell of your mother makes it hard to breathe..

You mess it up and look more like a clown than a princess. Luckily you still have some washing clothes and use them to clean your face with ice cold water. You are at least fully awake now.

You get up from the chair and don't even bother to clean up the mess you made.

By the time you are done the night has fallen.

-

They have torn off every single sigil of your house. A modified banner of the Targaryen sigil, a green dragon is hanging above your father's former seat.

The family seems to be having dinner when you enter. The old snake sits at the head, and the king sits at the other. Aemond sits at his left hand. He gets up when he sees you, expression unreadable.

'Can I join?' You ask convinced you'll be let in.

'No. It's a family dinner.' He says, like you aren't part of his family. You laugh a bit like he is joking. Surely he is.

But then you realise he isn't.

He doesn't see you as his family. He prefers you staying upstairs and being brought a plate by servants. Not enjoying this privilege.

'In my house?' You raise your brows at him.

He gets impatient. 'My house, by right and law-' he pauses and notices the new make up and dress.

You are sure it's good enough to get yourself a seat at the table. Except he just scoffs very softly. Your confidence is destroyed within a moment. 'What did you do with your face?' He doesn't like it.

You fight tears. You've always been insecure about your looks. You assumed he liked you. He admired you when he first saw you. That is how you saw it, at least. Maybe he was already judging you.

Maybe if you'd just explain it. You give it a try. 'I'm new to this and I really tried. You told me that-' he Cutts you off.

'I don't like it. Get it off. Now. And put on something normal.' You hear the king snicker and that just makes it worse.

'This was your idea.' You softly argue, as a tear falls. 'I tried at least. Let me have some dinner.' Aemond curses and returns to his seat.

When you still haven't left he does something you never expected him to do. 'Ser Criston?' You assume that's one of the guards who are very close to the table.

'My pork is getting cold. Why don't you give my disobeying wife a nice beating? She seems to like the colour blue by her eyelids.' He says and you feel whatever anger you had drift away and turn into fear.

You freeze as the guard approaches you. The Kingsguard roughly smacks you across your face, a few times. It goes very quickly and you have trouble keeping count.

--

You eventually end up on the ground. Aemond has just finished his meal and comes over, hands folded on his back. He stands in front of you and gives you a deadly glare. You already cower. He sighs before grabbing your hair, dragging you to your feet and with him.

You sit on the ground, a fresh red mark on your face. You still cry and try to cover it with make up. Aemond lays on bed and is flipping through books he found.

You are finally happy with the result and the mark is less visible this way. 'What are you reading?'

'WyldeWoods and Wrath history. Very interesting. I can see why he hates your family so much.' He says with a chuckle.

'Hmm?' He asks.

You get a idea. It's risky. You are scared to ask. But you have to try it. 'Aemond,' you crawl on the bed and gently nudge him to get his attention.

You shoot your shot.

'May I send letters to the castles demanding pieces of my family members back?' You see him sigh and you feel the tension rise again.

He sighs. 'They won't learn their lesson thar way. If I send them, and you beg them back, it'll look like I let you decide everything and don't have a spine.'

You try another approach. 'M-maybe they'll see how compassionate you are and bend the knee out of love and loyalty?' You suggest.

He drops his book with a annoyed expression. 'And maybe the fucking sky breaks open and i get my eye back. You're really dumb, aren't you?'

It hurts. 'I suppose.' You say lowering your head. He seems to like your pain and gets interested. He gets to you and pushes you to the bed.

He laughs when he pins you and takes off your fur fox coat. 'Hm. Good thing I don't need your brains. Just your pretty cunt.'

You see his stunned expression.

'Go to your whores,' you grit out. 'I promised you wouldn't have me again. I am serious. I will use my nails if you come at me again.'

You scratch his face. He laughs and spanks you. You cry out and whimper. You keep fighting. You pull crawl and slap and bite but it costs you so much energy for so little result. You cry, eventually giving up and letting him take you.

Then he just laughs. 'Oh, never change, little fox. Never change.' He grabs your legs and you scream. You are pulled to him and he rips your gown open, exposing your ass to him. You already try to escape but he is faster and grabs your ass and pulls you to him throwing you on your back. You hit your head against the wall and are very briefly dizzy.

You let him take you.

a/n and then to imagine this is only the least what he is capable of. I always joke that Showaemond went to get a coffee at this chapter, and got dragged behind a allyway and had his head smashed in by bookaemond who took over. there is no other way really.

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Dark!Aemond x oc (Snow falls, chapter 26: running around in circles

Concept: You are Willa Wyldewoods, lady of Wyldecrest. After being denied your hand in marriage, Aemond murders your family and makes himself Lord of WyldeCrest, out-powering you. He claims you as his wife and spoils, He commands and goes over your home now and as you will learn right now: No one is safe under his reign. Not even you.

WARNINGS: Non-con, smut 18+ dark!aemond and slight bookaemond, abuse, choking, obessed insane aemond, cursing,

He growls when grabbing you from the bed. "You think I'd kill for every brat I want in my bed?" He chokes you. You gasp helplessly. "You think I let anyone sleep in my bed, near me, where you can kill me, easily? You think I like it that the thought of another's hands on you makes me want to burn down villages and massacre civilisations?!" He shouts the words at you as you are scared but also confused. "I didn't fuck anyone since I married you! From the whore at your home, to the whores here in King's Landing! No one can even compare to you! Hearing you talk yourself down is making me mad!"

You are touched, scared and afraid and aroused at the same time as you hear those words leave the lips of your husband. So he didn't take anyone in his bed. Or so he claims. Perhaps he is lying.

Aemond seems to only now notice that he is choking you and lets go of your neck. "Now, my little fox…’’ He makes sure there is a pause when he takes in your shaking body and your widened pupils. Of fear, perhaps. But also of desire.

It was fucking Aegon, pleasuring Aegon and pleasing Aegon. All that she taught you was that Aemond likes his bedmates wild and untamed, and you are nothing of the sorts.

He moves on with his questions.

"Your friend. What did she learn you?' You know it best to answer honestly. And Aurelia didn't teach you anything sexual. Perhaps she showed you some things, but none of it was teaching you.

Aemond smacks your behind when you cry out as his cruel smacks. "You have a habit of rambling whenever you are nervous. Clear answers, pet." He groans when tugging at your fox coat.

You gulp and you have to clear your throat before speaking. Your throat feels dry.

''Not much. She did a few things with the king -"Your rambling is interrupted by two hard blows on your behind.

Aemonds hands gently caress your face. "Did you like it, Willa?' He asks. "Do you like it when you have no say? Do you like it when you are helpless?" He wonders out loud. Do you? You find it confusing.

You close your eyes and nod.

"He.. he had sex with her when I was present. She forced me to kiss her." And you touched yourself when you watched them. But you don't tell Aemond that. He said he already "dealt" with Aegon. You don't want your husband to risk his life by upsetting the king by making another example out of him.

You know you must answer. To your husband, yes. But also to yourself. Who are you, really? You must be honest. "I do, and I don't. I do like it when we are alone and you take control. But if your brother marched in here and held me down... I wouldn't like it one bit.' You confess. You picture the drunk smelly king on top of you compared to Aemond, and you know who you'd prefer in a heartbeat.

Aemond sighs when rubbing your back. "I should take his head for corrupting my innocent sweet fox." He murmurs softly in your neck. "You are so scared of my brother now. He has been warned not to play any games with you again. You are mine, little fox." He whispers. "Mine alone." Aemond declares, when kissing your cheeks of tears.

You chuckle a little nervously. That sounded an awful lot like treason. The worst of treason. Kingslaying, betrayal, murder and even kinslaying. "H-husband, you mustn't say such things. That could be treason-" If anyone heard him...

He is more interested in your lessons. "Did she told you to clench yourself when we fuck? Did she teach you how to milk me dry?" He asks.

Yet he hushes you.

"O, Hush. As if you give a fuck about my brother." He grins at you cheekily. "You must worry about your own fate, little fox. The things I'll do with you to make you repay your debt to me. To things I'd do with your holes and your body." He sighs as if he's picturing himself already cock deep inside of you.

You shake your head.

"No, I...I discovered it on my own." Aurelia only told you you were a slave and that you did not know Aemond. Not truly.

He grins approving.

"Naughty girl..." He touches your chin. You and him both forgot that he is partly covered in blood.

Aemond dryly stares at his fingers.

" I forgot I'm still covered in blood." He does not move however. He smiles at you. His wife. He waits for you to come up with a idea. He already knows you are clever, and he knows you want him to get rid of all the blood.

Aemond nods relaxingly when you finally touch his face. "I like my bath boiling hot, my little fox." He tells you with a wink. "Go prepare my bath for me."

You carefully make a suggestion.

"A bath might do you good. You have had a...intense night." You say softly. "I am sure we can find an unoccupied bathroom..." Aemond’s bathroom, for one.

You prepare the bath for your husband. Aemond first tests the water by entering one finger. You think of what else those fingers have entered and are turned wet. You quickly turn your head, avoiding your sinful thoughts as Aemond undresses himself, getting ready to sit in the bath. He sighs of relief and enjoyment when he finally lays in the big tub.

Aemond washes himself when you watch. He takes his time scrubbing the blood of his body and seems to be not aware of how nervous you are. You have been with your husband quite a few times by now but you never saw him or anyone bathe.

His bright eye goes open when he slightly lowers it into a glare. "Willa. Why are you so insecure?" His question comes out of nowhere. It hits you as a slap on your face. You freeze and stop breathing for a moment. So it is that obvious to him. Does he like it or does it annoy him?

You scold yourself for thinking of Aemond's preference first. These are your feelings not his. You need to be brave and strong now. Why do you care more for his preferences than the fact that these feelings hurt, kill and torment you beyond compare? They are the reason you nearly slept with a very unkind whore.

Aemond sinks back in the tub after your confession rubbing his forehead in thought as if he completely forgot that he once told you that.

You laugh but it's insincere.

"I mean, it's hard not to be. You vowed to me at the wedding after you first took me into your bed, a moment where you could have been kind, that many girls came to you and will come to you. That you would fuck other women. I could not satisfy my own husband enough that he would rather stay with me, his fresh wife. Instead he went to whores." You sound bitter. You are bitter. You hate how it still stings all those months later.

He does not answer. But then he does, and he blurts it out rather casually. "I apologize for making you feel that way." He apologizes now? Your brows raise in surprise. You must check the sky for pigs later.

You don't take his apology at first. You want to hurt him. To make him understand what he did with you. What his treason did with you. "I am not sure I can handle sharing you with so many. It is why I think I will never measure up and even wanted to fuck a whore for you." You want to hear he is sorry, but more importantly that he will never look at another woman again.

Aemond sighs deeply.

"That girl that I slept with..." that whore? What does he want to say? That whore at Wyldecrest? He never told you who it was.

He leans back, avoiding your eyes.

You glare boiling with rage.

"Yes?"

"I seem to have misremembered it." Misremember it? What does that mean? What does any of this mean? You are confused.

He has the audacity to smirk at you. As a naughty puppy who stole a biscuit. "It was an innocent little lie on my behalf." A lie. You will strangle him.

Yet your voice is sharp.

"Aemond?"

As an answer your husband growls and avoids you. So it is true. He was lying to you again. "Hm? You think I'm stupid? You are one of the richest families in Westeros. You might not be the richest, but your wealth outmatches every household in the North. You could barge into every house and throw a golden dragon at someone's feet before stealing their daughter away." He did so before. He did not even pay your family. He only killed them, at Aegon’s request.

Or perhaps this is a lie.

"I don't believe you. You did sleep with her and try to deny it now. Who would not come to you? How can anyone resist you?"

Aemond laughs, mockingly when you tear up. You married a monster. A beast. But his laugh is hollow. It is not real. And his smile falls when he speaks looking anywhere but your face. "Given the fact I am a mutilated half blind beast, most women find me unattractive and a monster. None were eager to crawl on top of me. This is why my brother got me a slave to blow off some steam." It is your eyes that avoid him now. He grabs your chin firmly so you are forced to look into his remaining good eye. His eye goes over your body, taking you in before growling in the shell of your ear."And to buy a whore? I don't buy my pleasures, Willa. I take them from their safe homes and I make them mine as you well know. It’s what I did with you.’’

Aemond growls thinking that you pity him. "I am a beast. A horrendous beast that no one would dare to curse themselves with." You lightly smack one of his hands and he hisses. You glare warning him of pushing you away again.

You are insulted by his reminder, you are insulted by him insulting your taste in men by insulting himself. Your face softens.

"You are beautiful..." You mutter to him and reach out to touch him.

You take hold of his face, caressing it gently. "You are not a monster." You tell him when leaning in, careful to not slip into the bath. He is surprised but doesn't stop you. You lean in closer, empowered by his silence and his curiosity. You feel brave and for the very first time... you feel beautiful. Wanted. Desired. And more...

You feel...

"You wicked little fox." He mutters to himself. "I am afraid that hitting your husband is a form of treason." He grins speaking to you. You smile.

Powerful.

In control for once.

You lean in and kiss Aemond on his lips before leaving dozens of little kisses over his face and even his scarred side. "There." You declare before moving away from him. He breathes out.

You recite a lesson that your septa told you long ago.``To fully forget and forgive one must face atonement for her sins." You don't think your maid would approve of your wicked plans with Aemond and yourself, but she is not here for it anymore.

You take off your fox fur coat and undo yourself of your nightgown when Aemond watches every movement you make from the bath. His voice is already affected by his lust being heavy and dark. "I agree, I didn't know the Old Gods believed in that as well." He is a Hightower. Half at least. Religion is in his blood.

Because Aemond killed her.

You ignore that thought, pausing it for now.

You tell him how you think it is. The old Gods, the new gods, the drowned god...it is all the same face. Perhaps they are all real, and you believe that. You believe they are all real and can co-exist. Just as many different people. "Gods are gods, husband. I like to think that just as all people, they have small things in common."

He nods, interested in your views. He does not mock you or laugh at you for not believing in his gods alone. "That is an interesting prospect. I can't say I thought of it before. You believe in all the gods, then?"

Do you? This conversation started so easily and now..."I, it's difficult husband. I believe there is something that keeps us safe. Something that drives us. My parents raised me with both the old Gods and the new. But perhaps there are more gods beyond those I've been raised with. Who am I to turn my back on gods because I wasn't raised with them?'

"You just crave approval." He murmurs to himself. "You are perfect." He finally has enough and moves on.

He is eying you with hunger and desire. "What will your attoment be, little fox? How will you pay for your sins?" He asks from the bath.

You laugh. "Sins? Are you a septon now?" You once had to call him master, he loves when you call him husband and loses control when you call him king so you are not that surprised.

Aemond thinks, smirking.

"No, not a Septon". ‘’Just your God. You worship me after all. When you nibble at my cock, when you beg me and cry for me. When you are on your knees for me..." You give a soft nod.

He warns you one final time.

"This won't be very pleasant for you, little fox. I will not hold back." He will hurt you. Good. You need to be hurt. You need to forget that you want to run away from him. You need to feel his desire and that he at least wants you. Now more than ever.

You lower your gaze.

"You may treat me as you wish."

He grins aroused by your consent.

"O, that never was not the case, little fox. You are my little pet and my little wife." You don't think you ever get used to Aemond's sharp tongue.

He gets out of the bath.

You look up to your husband.

"What will your attoment be?" You ask, causing him to nearly slip on the stone tiles.

He is shocked.

"I beg your pardon?" His voice is full of worry and offense. He finds it ridiculous that he must face punishment for his sins as you have for your own.

You are grabbed by your throat and choked. Aemond glares at you through his lashes and stops only when you are hushed and quiet. "Now, little fox. It works differently for me. You are a little WyldeWoods fox. I am a Dragon of the house Targaryen. The word "Blood" is in my house words." He tells you as if you are a foolish little girl.

You grin, explaining yourself.

It only makes sense. "if I am to be punished, you should be as well." It is only fair. "I have been unfaithful to you, and for that I will endure my punishment but you have killed. That is even worse-"

You stutter

"B-but-"

Aemond continues to glare at you. You nervously laugh. "Heh. You see, killing is why you need atonement not-"

He sharply pinches your left nipple. "No." He simply says.

"If you think you can punish me, you can try little fox, but I promise you, I will punish you back. You are already being naughty, defying your husband as this, making him wait for his much-earned reward for killing your enemies for you." He murmurs in your ear when you shiver by the thought of all the dead people just downstairs.

"Is that all you want me to suffer for?" He asks dryly.

You shake your head.

"For lying to me about the whore. For killing Aurelia-"

You feel guilty. Could you have talked her out of this? Had you not touched her, had Aemond not killed her? You will never know.

He groans annoyed.

"No one cared about Aurelia.' That is the truth. No one cared about Aurelia. Aegon only cared about her body. You only cared about what she could tell you about Aemond. And Aemond only cared what she had told you.

He reads you very well.

"She was not your friend, Little fox. She was another master for you to cling to. She played you." He says. You must believe him for your own sanity. Because you are not sure you can handle the thought of him killing a possible friend. Not again.

"You mustn't be frightened, little fox. You know by now that being under your husband's control is a good thing. You know I care for you and your...perversions." He mutters when sucking on your neck. You moan the way he likes. Soft and obedient.

You are pressed against the wall.

"H-husband?" You are pressed with your face into the wall when Aemond takes stand behind you, rubbing your ass when water drips everywhere.

He chuckles when you are frightened and worried. "One of these days you'll run out of excuses, or perhaps you cross a line where there is no coming back from. I'll throw you on your knees and finally, finally will fuck this tight little hole and claim you fully as my wife and my pet." He roars in your ear when rubbing you.

You give an absent, scared nod. You are terrified for that day. A blow is dealt to your bum, and you gasp when Aemond forces your hands to your entrance. He grabs your hands and lets them touch you. "Touch yourself gently with one finger. No rubbing or fucking. Just Touch softly." You obey, following his orders closely.

You turn wet against Aemond's front. "Good girl, let me see..." You are turned around and Aemond takes in your wet red and dripping cunt. He smirks when running his own fingers briefly over your folds. You shiver.

Aemond thinks for a while. "Get on all fours." You obey hesitant at first but allow yourself to crawl from your husband. Aemond nods approvingly when petting your head softly. "I am so sorry for what comes now, little fox. You will not enjoy it. I know you won't. But I need you." You try to escape but Aemond easily drags you back, sinking to his own knees as well. He forces your cunt against his front and with a deep rough trust enters you when you cry out in pain. "Nrgh!" Your cries echo through the room as Aemond sighs of pure delight.

You fall on your side, as Aemond chuckles in your ear. He is inside you, his cock pressed inside of you tightly. He makes himself at home, forcing the cock as deep and far as he can go. Until you are filled up entirely. You moan weakly and buck to get him off you but instead of stopping he smacks your behind and stars pounding.

Your face is pressed down and you feel the cock pound away at your pussy. You feel warm and wet and judging by his groans he enjoys himself. You cry weakly as Aemond takes you, unaware of your misery.

"I am nearly there." He promises you instead. "You are so tight for me, my fox. You were made for me. You fit me so well." You can only grunt softly and accept. Aemond becomes aggressive the moment you have surrendered, aroused by it. He groans before fucking you tightly and taking you when you cry and whimper. He is there. Almost there. You need to be brave and to keep strong. Any moment he can be satisfied.

You hesitantly buck back.

You clench your muscles as you did before. You feel him pound at your walls hitting different pleasure spots. Your vision blurs and you clench tighter. Aemond growls as an animal before fucking you on the painful stone floor. "Sstop..." You beg him helplessly.

He comes in his hands, rubbing it out over your face. You have cum and tears on your cheeks now. Aemond forces your head to his crotch and opens wide. You watch as his cock is entering your mouth. 'Clean your husband.' You suck him clean for him and you also lick his balls affectionately. Aemond fucks your mouth as well; but much lazier than he fucked your cunt. Your cunt is on fire and stings, burns and drips with cum and your own wetness. Aemond finished...

But you didn't.

"Good girl. You were so good today." He whispers. "I'm very pleased." You appreciate his kind words and lean into his touch.

"Shall I take a look?" He knows more about it than you do unfortunately. And that won't change for a while.

You make your voice a soft whisper when you rub yourself against his body forcing his fingers to touch your cunt.

"My cunny hurts." You whisper in his ear. Aemond grins but nods.

You nod once again.

"Yes please..."

You are a bit annoyed that he seems to repeat himself as well, when he might as well could fuck you. "I am already being punished. I am sorry.' You say.

He chuckles.

"You should not have gone to the whore, Willa. I don't like sharing you." you feel bad enough as it is about the dead people downstairs. He should not bring up your treasonous actions.

He chuckles darkly and you have your hair stand up on your arms.

"You will be, little fox. You will think twice about fucking any other person but me. No one else's cock will ever inject you and no other cock will bring you as high as I can. Is that understood?" You nod.

But he wants a verbal answer. So you give him what he wants.

"Yes, my Prince." You say.

Aemond notices your red glinstering wet cunt. "Yes. I see what the issue is." You are relieved. You hope it is not something serious or worse an illness.

Aemond growls.

"Master, you slut. Now spread wide, some me how pathetic and wet you are for me after my stern talking with you." You clumsily spread your legs for Aemond so he can inspect you.

Aemond nods before smacking your cunt. You cry out for mercy. He grins. "A classical case of a cunt due for a good fucking, as well as a greedy owner who wants to be owned as a slave." He tells you in your ear when rubbing your cunt with two fingers. You let him and gasp.

You feel your worry only grow.

"You do?"

You become aroused as the abuse continues. Aemond notices this and keeps from smacking you. "Your cunny thinks for you. I must teach you to use your little brain instead. Although, I doubt there is much over. I might have fucked it out of your head." He chuckles darkly. You nod, never agreeing to those words when you were not aroused but you agree to him so easily when you are aroused.

And he smacks down on it as well.

"Pathetic." Smack. "Ridiculous." Smack. You whimper aroused and yet terrified. "Pitiful." Smack.

Aemond sighs, letting his fingers go over you when you roll your hips and steady yourself. "Yes, this is the source of all our problems. Your sweet, little tight and wet cunny." He murmurs. "You like it when I touch it, don't you? Do you like this?' He briefly rubs you. You nod. "And this?' He fingers your folds, running his fingers over it. You nod again. "And finally..do you like this, you whore?" His fingers dig in three at once. You cry out in approval and wrap your legs around his arm desperately. You buck and moan.

After a while, Aemond stops you with a wicked grin on his lips, taking control of your pleasure once more. "Not so fast or the pleasure will fade. You will hold onto your pleasure until I fuck your cunny." You don't meet his eye. Aemond drags you by the hair and smacks you two times on your exposed cunt when you scream in pain or is it pure pleasure?

He grins.

"Fuck my fingers as if it is my cock. Make me proud, slut. Show me what you learned and how desperate you are for me." You nod, obeying your husband when he buries himself deep inside your extra wet and stretched out pussy. Your muscles and walls tighten around him and you let out the one after the other soft beg and plead.

"Is that understood?" He barks.

You are too aroused and nod when moaning. You hope he is satisfied.

"Y-yes..." You take the fingers deeper and more rougher. You need to chase it. You want to chase it.

Aemond rolls his eye.

He wants verbal answers and you keep forgetting. "Is that understood?" He barks before hitting you once more. You nod eagerly, not sure you can keep your promise if he hits another time.

Aemond notices your change very well and removes his fingers with a cruel smirk when you gasp as they are pulled from deep inside of you. Helplessly wet you gawk at him. "Good girl." He gives you a pat on the head before shoving a finger in your mouth. You imagine it's his thick shaft and lick it clean for him of your own wetness. You taste delicious.

"You are such a cumslut." He whispers in your ear. "Come here, my little fox." You obey. You scootch over to him, following him blindly.

You need to find pleasure. "Husband, I am nearly there."

So you do which much effort you do. "Yes." Followed by a very soft and timid. "Please master."

The kinslayer laughs cruelly.

"I know, you slut. Your cunt felt even more tight than usual. Do you wish for me to fuck you senseless and to make you spend as a dirty whore?" He waits for your answer. He wants to hear you say it.

"Now, follow back into the bedchamber." He commands you with a wink. You follow him.

He is pleased. Of course he is.

"Little fox, fetch me my robe." You obey and faithfully hand him his robe when he covers himself.

Aemond takes you back to your shared bedchamber. Instead of asking if you want to lay down, he grabs your ass and smacks down his hands on it, groaning when giving you an order. "On the bed with you." Excitement makes master of you as you are ordered on the bed.

You sit obediently and await for your husband to come out and play.

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Insanely deliciously scary dark!Aemond x oc (Snow falls) Chapter 22 but characters will mention what happened before. Chapter 22: The Bathroom. POV from Aemond and its as about as terrible as you expect.

You are Willa Wyldewoods, lady of Wyldecrest. After being denied your hand in marriage, Aemond murders your family and makes himself Lord of WyldeCrest, out-powering you. He claims you as his wife and spoils, He commands and goes over your home now and as you will learn right now: No one is safe under his reign. Not even you

WARNINGS: (GENERAL) Dark!Aemond (DUH!) ((We don't do half-blends here, he's 100% dark! Cursing, Aemond being posessive and degrading torwards his wife/oc, Aemond fantasying about his wife and genuinely dark messed up aemond as well as dark rough sex and other messed up things:))

Ah, she sleeps. She sleeps gentle and satisfied. I need to have a talk with Aegon about his fuckery with my wife. My pet. My little fox. She looked so miserable tonight. She was insecure when dressed up as a whore, acting as whore. It is not who she is. She is a clever little thing; yes.

But she is not a whore. She'll never be. She is her own woman. Her own thing. She can never be Aurelia. I don't wish her to be. She should be wearing white silk gowns and her beautiful house colours. Perhaps only if she wishes to dress, for me, for me in private and to reward me. If she came to me, as my wife, no my pet, I would want her wearing a tiny little fox hide wrapped around her shoulders. Just covering her breasts. Nothing less. Nothing more.

Willa will never be that brave, I'm afraid. She has made process from the sweet doe eyed thing I took from her childhood home. She was naive and insecure. I corrupted her but not as much as the world's cruelty corrupted her. But to bare herself naked and to surrender herself completely to my every wicked whim...

It is not something that will happen soon. Perhaps not ever.

She turns on her side, in her sleep quietly mumbling. I watch a few more moments, enchanted by her. Willa's dark hairs are spread out as a halo around her head. Her soft lips are still dirty with my own cum. She milked me so good, the little brat. I will question her sharply when sunrise comes about who thought her that little trick.

I feel my cock harden and I cuss softly, to avoid waking her up. I am conflicted. I should wake Willa up. I am her husband. I have needs. She has a marvelous little mouth that loves to suck cum from me. It is a perfect arrangement. I warned her before about falling asleep on the job. I might reward her with a spanking, she always likes that.

I can't bare myself to wake her, however. Not when I hear her soft muttering and her gentle snores. She went through the seventh hell when that worthless whore of a sister of mine send her dogs after us to kill me and our child.

I sigh, leaving the rooms to go to my own bathroom. Willa remains on the bed, asleep. Probably dreaming of me, chasing her around and fucking her senseless whenever I capture her.

I picture her mouth wrapped around me. She is on her knees, trembling on her legs. Her brown doe eyes are full of question and curiosity. She takes me in, first gentle than sudden and quick as her wicked lips smack together. I lift her chin gently. She whimpers against my rough thrusting. It hurts her sore little throat. The taste makes her miserable. She dislikes it that she loves it. She hates being filled up this way, slowly tasting my cum as I give it to her.

My hands touch my cock. I never thought I would have to do it once I had wife to take care of my needs, but here I am, rubbing myself in my bathroom because I rather won't wake my wife. I hear a voice tell me I am pitiful. It is the same voice I hear every now and than, whenever I am awake or asleep. I ignore it. I tell it that I am a true gentleman for allowing my lady some well needed rest...

I will take her tomorrow as my reward. And I will take her, the way I want. She had her fun tonight, with her whore, her leather and her cheating. I will have mine tomorrow. I will have her, in every way that I wish.

I grunt, making the fantasy a little more delicious. More my style. Less hers. She is chained down with a big iron chain keeping her to my bed. She wears only what I approve of, which is not much. Just a cloth covering her intimate parts. Her belly hasn't swollen yet but it will soon. I will make sure of that.

I take the chain and push her to me, reeling her in as a fish on the hook of a line. Willa whimpers when she meets my arms, and I toss her on my bed. She ends up on her knees. She trembles. I pet her little perfect cunt. I smack it roughly causing her little ladyship to cry and to moan in pain. "You are my wife. You will do as I want." I tell her, with a nod to my Red swollen length hinting that I want to be spoiled wickedly in ways only my wife can.

She takes it in, the poor little thing. Her eyes become twice the size as she mutters a apology. "You were rough the last time, my prince. Will you be gentle to me?" I scoff at her childish and feminine request. I will in fact not. I will push my cock in her mouth and fuck her mouth, using it as my pleasurehole.

Still, a lamb must be approached carefully or it will run off. I promise her safety and a smooth soft and gentle kind fucking. I kiss her forehead in a loving matter making my voice lighter. "Of course, my darling. I apologise for the other day. You didn't deserve such a rough treatment." I tell her, lying to her pretty face. She smiles, pleased with my lies. I feed them so easily. And she swallow it even quicker than she swallows my cum.

She opens her mouth, gently and softly. I help her a bit by forcing it wider. She smiles carefully. "This would be more comfortable if you were not so big, my prince." She chuckles softly. I ignore her on purpose knowing it will hurt her feelings. She glares at me and I smirk, leaning in to kiss her lips. "Be a good for your prince. Open wide, little fox." I tell her folding my hands on my back. She obeys. I ease in gentle this time, allowing her muscles to gently rub my cock as it slides in over her tongue, through the back of her throat as far as my fox can take.

She moans in protest and has a frown on her beautiful face when she likely protests that this is too much and too fast for her. I sigh, gently hushing her by kissing her hairs. "Little fox, you'll take it. You will. Do you hear me?" I even deal a crushing blow to her little bum. She cries out against my cock, sending delightful little waves of trusts my way. I groan when grabbing both her shoulders and force her to steady. Her whimpers become louder as I trust hard and rough, without mercy. Her eyes full with tears and my cock is erected and hard. I give her a little pat on her head and she releases my stiffens cock. She admires her masterpiece for a few moments. She pushes her gown down, and shoves her cunt, her wet dripping and marvelously tight little cunt to me. She moans and shudders before bowing down and giving herself to me fully. She surrenders fully. I can do anything what I like with her.

I ease my cock in, knowing my little fox is ready for one. She breaths out gently when I am inside her. At this point I am not trusting yet. I just wish to tease her. To drive her mad first. I tease her by rubbing her ass with my hands and my cock softly being shoved inside of her as if I am shelving a beloved book in a library. My little fox is modest yet insatiable. She knows very well what she wants and keeps eying my cock. She wants it. I raise a brow at her cheekiness.

My cock stiffens in my hands. Willa takes my cock for me, gently kissing the tip as she brushes her soft lips against it in a loving obedient matter. She opens her mouth to let out a soft pious proper moan and my cock only hardens. I tighten her hands together with a rope, cutting her skin cruelly when rubbing her skin with it. She whimpers when her skin burns and I only cruelly chuckle in her ear. "What is it, my pet? Don't you like it when your master leashes you?"

I don't want for a anwser. I am too hard to wait for one. I force Willa Wyldewoods of Wyldecrest, once a lady, now my pet, on her knees on all fours. Willa knows very well what I want. Her cunt is spread wide as are her legs. She lowers her gaze obediently and whispers something. "It is yours, master. Please. I need it."

She is slapped once more on her exposed ass cheeks, as I run my fingers over her behind. I would love to bury myself inside her final innocent entrance. Her asshole. No cock has been there. Then again; her other holes were innocent before she met me as well. It will take a lot of courage from Willa to admit that she is curious to it.

I had her read a book once, just to see if the idea disgusted or aroused her. She was curious and open to it, but obviously, scared of the pain. She is very scared of pain for a girl that loves her spankings. I ease a finger inside her asshole, fucking it. Willa moans in the matress. I let her do as she pleases as I force my cock deep inside of her cunt and start to take my wife, my pet. My slave.

She obeys clenching. I feel my cock tighten around her walls, as she forces her muscles to pleasure me. To milk me dry. My breath catches in my throat. I grab her hips without ceremony dragging my nails into her sensitive skin. "Master, gentle." She reminds me.

I smirk before spitting in her face causing her to recoil. "I give you commands. Not the other way around."

Willa dares to top me in a desperate attempt to take control. I throw her on her back, spreading her legs wide before diving on top of her reminding her who holds the true power. My little fox fights first brave and foolish...until she feels how good her pussy is pounded by my cock. Until she feels her own wetness and her mouth releases gasps as I roll my cock inside of her, pentering her properly. She hesitates with her cum. She needs my permission. Except I don't want to give that. I don't want her to beg for it.

She needs to be brave enough to take her own pleasure into her own hands. And I know just what will cause this rebellion. I spank her as always. My little fox is aroused easily that way. But it won't be just a spanking. Her cheeks jiggle with the smacks, a smile spreading on her lips. "Master..thank you..."

I groan in the bathroom, my fingers sticky with precum. I lean against the wall and catch my breath. I close my eyes.

Willa burst into sobs, crying out for me as I fuck her body until blood sticks to my cock. She tightens around me in ways she does not understand. She is helpless on her knees when I take her fresh and wet spoils as my own, fucking my wife when swatting my hands against her ass to keep her happy. She has pain. But she has pleasure. She is conflicted. As am I.

Such a innocent, little low thing can keep me happy? Is the truly enough for me? I enjoy her now. But what of the future? How much fun can submission be until it tires.

I see her hips rolls as she moans, her legs hurting with dedication as I take her past her limit. Willa's muscles are sensitive and weak. She isn't used to working and her body knows it. She isn't used to being owned as a whore either.

She loves discipline a little too much. I spank her again. This is not discipline anyway. This is pleasure. Willa wraps her legs around my hips, begging me with her beautiful brown and teary eyes. She opens her mouth to beg, but before she can, I flip her under me, pounding my way into her body.

The snow fox rises... And she falls. She shatters into cries and begs as she reaches her hight bucking up and down under me, begging for my cock. I am pleased with her. I kiss her cheeks. Willas moans get louder as I start to make myself a priority. My turn. I think. I take the poor wench by her throat cruelly pounding away at her spend little wet pussy.

Until I come

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Deliciously dark! Aemond taking his pet/wife (Dark!Aemond x oc) ((snow falls chapter 21, but can be read as a standalone for its all shameless smut anyway:)) The prince and the fox

You are Willa Wyldewoods, lady of Wyldecrest. After being denied your hand in marriage, Aemond murders your family and makes himself Lord of WyldeCrest, out-powering you. He claims you as his wife and spoils, He commands and goes over your home now and as you will learn right now: No one is safe under his reign. Not even you

WARNINGS: Especially for this chapter: Dark!Aemond (DUH!) ((We don't do half-blends here, he's 100% dark! Aemond slightly neglecting OC, but not on purpose (hes just busy) Slavery, abortion, non-con, insecure mc is willing to do anything to please her hubby and ...well hubby's mostly pissed lol. Sexist Aemond, unfeminstic Aemond, godcomplex/innocent kink as well as dom/sub themes,spankings, fucking, spitting, aemond degrading his pet and poorly translated high valyrian:)

It is late when you are preparing for your act. Aemond is still working, as his duties keep him late. Aurelia has put you into a new gown with a lot of leather and see-through fabrics, complicated designs, and confusing straps. You are also wearing more and brighter makeup than usual. Aurelia forbade you to braid your hair; it had to be loose and wild. You notice it tangles, and you absently play with a lock.

It is an uncomfortable long silence that follows. You both sit on the bed of Aemond and wait for him to appear. You hear Aurelia sigh impatiently. "Why does he even have to stay that late? He's a prince. He can quit whenever he likes. Have servants do his biding." You are a little confused by her description. For a girl that knows Aemond...

She has no idea who he is. That is more Aegon's style. Aemond would never do that. "He isn't as his brother. Aemond takes great pride and joy into fulfilling his duties. To hand it to a servant, he would never entertain such a thought." You tell her. "He is proud and stubborn.'

She sounds jealous when she speaks next. "You know him quite well. The Aemond I know does not care for duty. All He cares about is his cock." You wonder how the two of them became enemies or whatever it is they are.

"How did you meet?" You ask.

She smiles at you, though there is pain in her eyes. She proudly recalls how she meet the prince. You assume at a ball. Perhaps during a romantic storm and they both sheltered in the same building. Or he hired her in a brothel. "I was a 15th nameday present." Your eyes widen.

She is truly a slave. You are shocked. Your terror and pity are very amusing to her. "I am just as you, little snowflake. A dirty little spent slave bitch. Sold by my parents to Aemond as a gift by Aegon. You know what he told me, before he raped me the first time? That it was such a honour to be bestowed the possibility of carrying a son for the prince.' You feel shivers run.

You tear up even by her horrible description. Aemond had a slave. A slave he raped. "What if you had a girl?" You whisper soft. "What would he have done with you?' There is a chance that one day, you might give him a daughter as well. That would be a child he does not want. He once told you girls can be married off, and that is their use. Men will be heirs. Women will be property.

There is a long silence as you notice her fingers distantly rubbing her own stomach. "I did. Aegon handled it." Handled it. Handled it how?

Your mind draws the worst conclusion immensely fast. "They took the babe away from you?" You guess they put her into an orphanage.

She does not even hide the truth. "They gave me a potion. I spiralled, passed out, and woke up without any child in my belly, covered in my own blood, the remains of my child." So they did not even know for certain that the babe was a boy or a girl. They just saw a complication and went to solve it the easy way. With knives and poison.

You are disgusted. "Why would Aemond allow this?"

She scoffs. "Aemond? Aemond only liked me for one night. Aegon fucked me all the others. Aemond took my maidenhead, I spent the entire night sobbing. He hit me a few times to shut me up. He did apologise for it in the morning."

"I found him later fighting with his brother. They were screaming at one another and Aemond wanted to know if he still had the reciet to me. He wished to trade me for a unexperienced girl at the brothel."

"He would trade you just as that? For another girl?" Your heart bleeds. You have the feeling Aemond one day will do the same with you. Trade you for another girl. A younger, prettier, more innocent girl.

Aurelia frowns at you as if she is conflicted. "I pity you, little snowflake. It is a wonder you survived Aemond that long." She sighs sweetly. "I will take the lead during tonight's events. Aemond already thinks me a slut, you can be the innocent doe eyed girl and just be fucked."

Finally your husband enters. You have missed him so badly. You miss the way she smells as leather and burned wood. You missed the sound of his breathing and even the sight of his scar. You missed everything about him in a way you didn't knew you could miss someone that much.

Aemond has not seen you two yet and kicks out his boots first, put his coat over the chair by his desk and sights so deeply that you want to rub his back to comfort him. He takes a few steps back and turns, eying you finally in your new outfit with your new friend.

You have trouble reading your husband. You always have but now more than usual. You keep staring at him, waiting for any reaction.

He stares at both of you, tangled up together for him and him alone. For his pleasure. You wonder how you'll handle Aurelia touching Aemond. You don't like that thought very much.

Aurelia chuckles when slowly touching your breasts. "Good evening, my prince." She purrs at him when you are silent. She rolls you on your front and exposes your behind. She softly smacks you, lifting your gowns for him. He takes in your naked behind, fascinated by your lack of undergarments. "Greet him." She tells you.

You greet him as you always would. "Hello, husband." You say. "We eh thought you might wish to see us both tonight. We will do as you desire, husband." You speak soft as you practiced. Aurelia rolls her eyes at you.

"Don't mind your little pet, my prince. I am learning her all the deliciously dark things you like. She will be turned into a pretty whore once we are done here. It will be as if you took her from the silk of streets yourself." You gulp at her description.

Aemond leans in, breathing in your direction. You turn away, avoiding his gaze. He grabs your chin and forces his fingers to trace over your lips before he looks at your naked breasts. "You think I want anyone else fucking this little cunny?" His fingers go deep inside of you and you nearly grunt with anticipation. You buck helplessly but by the time you have processes his touch he is gone; leaving you high and hungry.

Aemond continues, rubbing your nippels and forcing your mouth open so he can ravish your mouth with a wicked smile on his lips. His eye shimmers beautifully and you are moaning helplessly against his powerful attack you can not fend off. "You think I want anyone else, touching what I died, fought and bled for? You think I want you to rise, crumble, and fall with anyone else but me in your mind, little fox?" He roars, firing himself up with his speech as well yourself. You tremble on the bed, and your hands are touching your clit. You rub eagerly, chasing the pleasure.

"I-" You mutter helpless, clutching your wetness and closing your eyes. Aurelia is slightly shocked behind you and she chuckles lightly when spanking your exposed cunt causing you to whimper it out in pure pain.

Aemond watches, his hands folded on his back. You assume discipline will be in order. You will be dragged, smacked, spanked, owned fucked and spend and sprayed upon. You will be a bunny fighting a wolf. You know who will top you. Who will force you into submission and who will enjoy your spoils and proclaim his victory over your body.

Aemond Targaryen. You weakly mutter a excuse for your behaviour as it becomes clear that Aemond is not aroused at all. You feel foolish. Ugly, even. "I only did it for you." You confess .

He lets out a wicked long laugh. He inspects your cunt, pushing your legs wide so he can see you properly. Nothing is hidden from him. He wets his finger tip and brings it it your soaked little cunt, making a few perfect circles that break your core and alight your soul. Your hips are grabbed by Aurelia and she brings them to Aemonds fingers. You are caught between them, helpless. You wish to speak again but Aemond covers your mouth with his hand, and you find it a little too exciting and clench your pussy muscles causing the finger to be taken deeper.

You beg aemond with your eyes for mercy and understanding. He only scoffs, a wicked gleam in his one good eye and a cruel smirk on his lips "O, Hush. You'll be silent until I have figured out a proper punishment for your treason."

You freeze, terrified. Aurelia is escorted out of the room by Aemond's hard voice. "Out, whore. Out. You corrupted my perfect pretty pet already. Crawl back to Aegon.'

He turns to you, his Submissive little dirty bad pet. He sighs, shaking his head, clicking his tongue. You feel your eyes wander, too frightend to look at Aemond. He slams the door causing you to flinch. He smirks, enjoying your fear.

When he speaks his voice is a mocking soft tone. "My sweet little naive pet. It appears I can't leave you alone without proper supervision anymore."

He might go back to restricting you or giving you a guard. Perhaps he will tie your hands on your back and chain you to the bed as his whore. You picture yourself trying to break free as his cock pounds you relentlessly, taking out his displeasure and anger on you. A small needy pressure between your legs reminds you are wet. "I can be left alone, husband. I have a been a good girl. This is all a misunderstanding..." You desperately try to explain yourself.

He scoops your asscheeks, making sure that you feel the pressure and warmth of his fingers. "I don't care, my little fox. You have proven to me that you need a big punishment." He whispers in your ear causing you to shiver and to twist on the bed. "You will be dealt with accordingly. You want to be a whore? You'll be treated as one." You let out a soft whimper as Aemond takes place behind you, first spanking you with the palm of his hand.

Once he thinks you have learned your lessons you crawl away from him only to be dragged back by your hair. You whimper in pain. "Ow Ow Ow Ow!"

"I didn't say you could leave." This time he changes his spankings into ruthless slaps that make your asscheeks jiggle with each crushing blow.

It is not spanking. It is slapping. He smacks down harder and harder as you come closer to where you wish to be. Your legs are parted and Aemond's finger eases in, you welcome him home.

Your breasts dangle as he slaps your asscheeks, inflicting anger and shame upon you. You are turning wet on his lap, cursing yourself for ir. You wish he would never discovered that you enjoy this brutal activity.

Aemond hushes you as you whimper, true tears spreading and clouding your vision. You are begging on your knees for him. "Please, husband. I only need the cock a few moments. You can have me as you like. I'll be your dirty little pet."

"Repeat after me: I am Aemond's little pet. My cunt is his and his alone. I will never commit treason to my husband again. The next time I need my pussy fucked, I come to him so he can fuck me, as is proper between man and wife."

You have no trouble repeating that. Desire dulls out your pride. You wait for him to continue. "Now, my little pet. You've had your pleasure." So it is time he will get his.

Excitement makes a slave out of you, eager to please your husband as you watch as he takes his pants off. His cock is red and swollen and pre cum drips down from it. You force your mouth under it, capturing the little drops of cum with soft moans and precision. "You will do your duties or I will punish you severely. Do you understand?" He whispers when a soft drop of cum splashes on your tongue, setting your body on fire.

You nod. "Yes, my Prince."

"You will refer to me as master or you'll be quiet."

You softly kiss his balls first, licking them for him. You taste cum and sweat a delicious combination that makes your cunt clench and your breath catch. You ease the tip of the cock inside your mouth, letting Aemond feel the muscles of your mouth work and softly message his length as he pushes it deeper and deeper inside of you. You start to suck.

A few drops of delicious cum are granted right away for your hard work. "That is it, little dirty whore. Take every drop I give you. You best swallow it all."

The erected cock leaves your mouth and you watch as it is pushed between your breasts. Aemond forces your fingers around his cockhead and you are watching speechlessy as he slowly paints your chests with a few beautiful white almost see-through drops of his cum.

You turn on your knees for him, so he may fuck you now that he is erected and hard. You clench your little cunny muscles already feeling the cock pound you without mercy or consideration. You'll be owned as a whore this time. It is what you always wanted from him but never could mutter outloud.

You repeat the words after him, desperately to get them right. "I am your whore. My cunt is yours. Please, my good master. I need to be humiliated. I need to be taught what it means to be a whore." You whisper.

You are met with silence. You beg him. You tear up. Until you feel a push in your back that forces you on all fours. You try 5o escape but are pulled back in a way that makes you gasp and giggle. Aemond smirks. "That was the answer." His cock meets your soaked entrance lips, pushing in gentle and soft at first. Your wetness makes for a very soft and smooth entering, causing Aemond to take you as deep as he can.

He stretches you out in a way, opening you up to him by slowly making his way inside of you, pushing forward as a soldier sieging a castle. Your moans and begs are desperate but ignored. It isn't long that you are filled completely by his thick and big shaft as your face gets wrinkles of pain and dedication.

"I feel your clenching. You are trying to milk my cock dry, aren't you, filthy whore?" You do just that. You don't even realize Aemond could feel you tighten around him as you do that. You repeat the process when nodding furiously. You feel him pounding away at your pussy, as spots cloud your vision. "Whores don't get to consent. They take the work they are given." He tells you when you are relentlessly pounded by his thick shaft. It hurts and yet you like the way it stretches you out. You tighten your muscles around him once more, eager for his release. He should coat your pussy with his cum. You are beyond wet and begging, your breath a soft pant.

He forces you to speak suddenly. "Tell me, slut. Do you wish to deprive me of my cum? Is that what you are trying to do with your pussy muscles?" He chuckles as you cry out once more crying.

You nod instead of lying. Instead of honourable you wish to get fucked. "Yes. It's...O...Good..."

"Since you can't make proper sentences and speak to your master with respect, you'll be silent." He tells you. The cock pounds harder and faster, ignoring your cries as he fully takes you with long hard possessive trusts. Your moans feel the room. Grunts and moans of pain leave your mouth as well as useless begs. You are owned by the prince.

You are so close. You brace yourself. Aemond notices your change very well and smugly pulls out. You watch his soaked cock, shimmering with your own transparent wetness as well as his own cum. You wish he would force it in your face so you can suck it clean for him. Your wifely duties have always fasinated you and you can't help but wish that one day Aemond would make use of you the way a owner makes use of his property. A good throat fucking when you suck and lick his balls for him, encouraging him to release himself inside your mouth. You would love nothing more to be grabbed and instead be injected into your face, the cum showing everyone at court what a whore you are. You fantasies take you further and deeper.

Aemond sits the iron throne, wearing a crown when having his legs crossed. He orders his guards to hand you to him. The entire court is present. Around dozens of people. His rich voice fills the room. "You are all here today because I commanded you all. You will see what my Willa, my little fox can do." He removes his pants very quickly and you are pushed on the throne. Your legs are spread and you are fucked when sitting the rough iron chair. You moan and gasp as your husband fucks you bloody on the throne, the iron causing small cuts and displeasure. He throws you as a animal on the hard grounds of the castle as you sob in pleasure, bucking your hips as he brutally takes you on your knees proving his dominance over you by ruthless pounding that makes you cry and beg. Noble ladies look fasinated with the prince's hard work, eager to have his cock for their own. You posessivly clench once more and start to clench repeating the process as he groans. You are milking him as he calls it. You will store all his cum inside of you, the way a dragon stores his treasure in his cave.

You are pounded as hard as Aemond can give his grunts and groans becoming harder. You need a big one. A good one. He takes a break, letting himself out...

Before slamming back inside of you, sending you closer and closer to the edge. "Such a good whore for me." He mutters to himself as he throws himself back inside of you, devouring your innocence and claiming you as his spoils. He pounds harder, pounding faster, pounding intenser. He pounds away at your body as your cries become a little louder. "I will make you cum you slut." He vows gripping your hips, driving himself inside of you as if you are a fallen soldier and he is a knife. You wish he would. You know he can.

He pounds away at you, until you are screaming incoherently and your lungs hurt from the cries. Your face is stained with sweat and tears as your husband makes his claim. He trusts even faster encouraged by your cries and your whimpers. "Beg for me." He groans.

You let go of your last bits of pride. "Please, husband." Your throat hurts when you Speak. He takes you mercilessly at this point. The pleasure kills you yet brings you back to life. You want it to stop but not that ends.

Your hips are grabbed tightly as Aemond takes a few deep breaths. "Scream for me. Let me hear how much you crave what I am giving you." He groans darkly. You nod weakly.

You scream for him, certainly loud enough for people outside the room to hear but you don't care. You wish to be good. "Aemond!"

Aemond takes you faster and faster and the line between paradise and reality blurs and blurs further and further. You hear the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as he takes you harder and harder he takes the control of you. "Say it. Say you will never belong to anyone else again." He whispers in your ear.

"I am yours. Only yours, husband, my master. My prince. My lord. My only one...My king."

Aemond eyes widen as he takes is these titles and your praise. You never been this bold before. He likes it. "Thank you, my sweetest little fox." He whispers before kissing your lips tasting his own cum on it. You nod, panting.

Aemond steadies himself. All it takes is one final push for the kinslayer to release his cum and load deep inside of you. You clench once more, eager to milk his cock when the cum flows so richly. You buck your hips desperately when Aemond curses in what you assume is high Valyrian. He finishes with a brute and inconsiderate pound, glaring at you as a animal.

It is enough to send you over the edge, causing you to fall down and to let go. Your body locks and tightens as Aemond takes it rapidly now, encouraging you to continue this marvelous show. He continues to pound a few times and with a slap on your ass and a hiss he sends you down for good. "My little fox, you will come now. You will soak yourself for your master. Show me. Show me what a marvelous whore I made."

With his approval and his approval alone, you finish in front of him, clutching him tightly inside of you when you cry out his name begging for mercy you are not worthy of.

Aemond Targaryen takes you in as you lay there, your cunt spend, wet and dripping. Your chest decorated with his cum and even your lips drip of saliva and cum. You feel tired and statisifed. You stop Aemond.

You need to tell him. Now. "Aemond; I have something to tell you." You whisper soft.

Aemond freezes and waits. You hesitate. His voice speaks and yoi hear a unfamiliar phrase as he touches your face gently. "Avy jorrāelan, willa. Issa byka dyni. Issa prince. Issa dāria. Issa jaesa. Issa ōños isse se zōbrie. Nyke jāhor zālagon dārȳti syt ao, nyke jāhor ossēnagon lī qilōni ōdrikagon īlva se daorun jāhor nykeōragon isse īlva ñuhoso. Avy jorrāelan, issa ābrazȳrys."

You don't know what he says to you. You become insecure. "Are you upset, my husband?" You ask worried.

Aemond sighs, smirking. "Go to sleep. When you have behaved tomorrow, I will share the translation." You nod, eager to please him. Aemond tucks you in and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead before he joins you under the soft blankets. Unaware to you, he does not sleep. He only glares at the door eager to get out. He has something to do.

(next chapter will be aemond pov)

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Deliciously dark! Aemond x oc (Snow falls, chapter 20: Lessons in the bedroom

You are Willa Wyldewoods, lady of Wyldecrest. After being denied your hand in marriage, Aemond murders your family and makes himself Lord of WyldeCrest, out-powering you. He claims you as his wife and spoils, He commands and goes over your home now and as you will learn right now: No one is safe under his reign. Not even you.

WARNINGS: Painplay, smut, rough sex, himulation, aemond being an asshole to his wife, dom/sub themes, cussing, torture, pleasure control and denial and other dark smuttish things but its consentual, spankings, choking, aemond getting off on willa/oc's pain and being a sadist, oc being a sub. NECROMANY AND MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH as well as other messed up thingies.

You barely understand what you are doing later that day. The king has made sure that you can not back out of the plan. He took you under his wing and is walking you through his own rooms. "Aemond was a shy child when growing up. The only breasts he'd ever seen were his mother when she fed him. I dare say my brother was once...Kind."

You freeze. Aemond is many things but kind? He is not kind. You were taught by your husband that life isn't as easy as Kind and Mean. You have no kind people and no mean people. It isn't as black and white as Aegon describes it to be. You have allies and enemies and who is what changes as swiftly as a leaf on a tree.

You try to picture your husband, perhaps smaller and yet as fierce with a toy sword and a dragon. He must have been quite the force. You fight a smile.

‘’When his name day came, mother begged me to take him with me to the street of silk.’’ You do not know what a street of silk is, but it does not sound pleasant. There is a chuckle in Aegon’s sharp voice, that betrays that it's not somewhere you want to be found yourself.

Aegon chuckles. He remembers you are not native to King's Landing. You do not understand what the street of silk is. Yet you recall that he took Aemond to see a whore. ‘’Is that the name of the brothel?’’ You ask. Once talk of intimacy and whores scared you. After being fucked in the fields of nowhere by Aemond Taegaryen, nothing scares you anymore.

The king walks you inside his chambers and gestures for you to sit down, in a red velvet lavish chair by the window.  You obey, but only because it would be ill mannered for you to refuse his command. You will scream and claw his eyes out if he tries anything funny. ‘’That is the name of the street full of brothels.’’ Your smile fades from your lips. A whole street of brothels? You know King’s Landing is enormous compared to WyldeCrest but you hoped that Aemond limited himself to one whorehouse. You aren’t sure if your heart can handle more than that.

He did warn you, once. When he cheated on you. ‘’Many girls come to me.’’ And you can easily see why. Aemond is a prince, yes, but it is more than that. Aemond is a beacon. A flame that draws in desperate Moths from near and afar who want nothing more but to set alight by his flame. Even it burns them alive. You are no different.

You feel uneasy in Aegon’s chambers. They are far more luxurious than Aemond’s, but then again Aegon is the king. You do not see any books open on Aegon’s desk. You only see scrolls of parchment and a quill. Aegon continues to tell you what happened that day when he took Aemond out for his name day. ‘’I entered, put Aemond in a chair and told him to behave himself. The little twat never saw a cunt before until a whore passed. He was fascinated.’’ You do not like it that he speaks that way about your husband. ‘’I was off, gathering a nice whore for both of us, when I had turned away just a moment.’’ He snaps his fingers, and from behind a curtain leading to the bedroom, a woman emerges.

She wears a simple green silk robe with a collar holding it up to her neck. Her hair is done neatly and is braided into a simple knot on top of her head. She has marvellous brown locks and a cheeky smile. ‘’Aemond was always a bit of a curious one. He liked experiments and he loved learning and reading. All the boring stuff I personally piss on. So, of course the little brat was exploring.’’ Aegon leans in, close enough for you to taste the wine he had on his breath. His hands slowly travel over your legs, to your hips. He smiles.

‘’There, in the back of the room there were two girls kissing each other, tasting each other, fucking each other. I had to drag Aemond away from them. He kept watching, glued to the two girls who slowly undressed themselves.’’ You try to keep from gasping. You wonder if the girls loved each other, or if it was part of the show.

You feel stupid for even thinking the first. it is the latter. You just know it.

‘’Aemond requested both girls later that night. He attempted to fuck them, which was pathetic of course. He never fucked a woman in his life.’’ He sighs, wistfully as if yearning to be back to that time. "He thanked me. The weasel. He thought I was taking him out of the goodness of my heart. As if." You understand that Aegon has plans with you and the girl he just summoned. You fear she is not a free woman. The black collar tells you enough.

You give the woman a sympathetic smile but all she does is scowl at your sympathies. She pushes Aegon aside, who accepts this with a cheekish smirk, falling back on the bed as if she wanted him there. He spreads his legs and unbuttons the first few pins of his vest, causing you to flush and to turn your head far away from him.

The girl has an accent, you can’t place it. But she is not from Westeros  ‘’This is what he married? This, this…snowflake?’’ Snowflakes are special and one of a kind. Yet she says it as if it's an insult. She looks at your humble breasts and your raven dark hair. She brings her hands to your face and slowly caresses it, looking into your eyes. Searching for any imperfection. For any reason to insult you.

Aegon’s tongue makes a little disapproving sound. ‘’Aurelia, my little special golden flower. Do not tell me you are jealous of Aemond’s pet.’’ You are hurt by that word. You nearly snap your own neck, that is how fast your head turns to look at Aegon. When you see where his hands are you quickly look back at your feet. His hand is in his pants and you understand that Aegon is touching himself. You flush.

Aurelia smiles sweet as a jar of honey but her eyes are stinging like a viper’s teeth. ‘’I am not, my king. Once a woman has had you, they never even glance at your pathetic little brother.’’ That pleases Aegon. Of course it does. He loves hearing that he is the better brother. He’ll never tire of hearing it. He wants to hear it now, tomorrow, for the rest of his days. But it pleases Aegon more that she moves his fingers around his own cock, pleasuring him with his own hand. You watch, intrigued by this strange unfamiliar power. He is giving her the freedom to do as she wishes. And he seems to like it.

He moans. ‘’Mhm.’’ The power of seduction fascinates you. You watch as the king of the Seven kingdoms is pleasured by his whore.

Aurelia uses her fingers to pleasure him. You usually use your whole body for Aemond. ‘’Your grace. Who is that little pathetic snowflake?’’ That would be you.

Aegon speaks, ignoring your sigh. ‘’That would be Willa WyldeWoods of WyldeCoven.’’ He ordered the death of your parents and brother and he does not even know the name of the keep that he took. He does not know the name of the keep.

‘’WyldeCrest.’’ You weakly mutter the name of your home town.

Aurelia leaves Aegon and sharply turns her head to you. Taking you in once more.

She has a catlike smirk on her lips, befitting a predator who is used to getting what she wants. You also notice a slight hint of jealousy. ‘’A lady. Of course he’d marry a lady. Aemond prefers his cunts tight. Did you know that?’’ Vaguely, in the back of your head you recall him telling the man he executed that you were never ‘’sacked’’ before and that he found it quite satisfying.

You aren’t sure what to do with that information. You rather she hadn’t told you at all. You were a maiden, once. Aemond has taken you dozens of times by now, and you worry he is sick of you. ‘’I…’’ You try to stutter a response but nothing comes to mind. The king finds it hilarious.

Aurelia comes even closer to you, backing you against the wall when her intense eyes stare into your soul. She slightly tilts her head looking at you.‘’Was your maidenhead not enough for him? Did he took your tongue and balls too?’’ You helplessly turn to Aegon. He only smirks, betraying he won’t save you.

You tell yourself to calm down. You are a lady. You have things she does not have. Things she can only dream off. ‘’I-I don’t have..’’ You find trouble getting the word over your lips.

She does not let you finish. She growls.

‘’Clearly. You are a weak little bitch. I bet you let Aemond do all the fucked up things his rotten brain can think of. You are a little slave bitch, aren’t you?’' You blush, avoiding her gaze. You were a loyal sweet wife to your husband. You obeyed his wishes in the bedroom, as you always assumed that was how it works. A wife's duty is to obey her husband in the bedroom.

Perhaps you did grant Aemond more freedom with your body than you should have allowed. Perhaps you need to take charge. Is that what he likes? "Tell me, little snowflake? Does your owner like to fuck you? I bet he fucks you rough, doesn't he?" You nod absently.

"He does." You admit, only a soft whisper.

She suddenly touches your hips bringing your bodies closer. Aegon sits up straight and watches with his breath hold. She slowly fingers your nippels through your gown, before gently kissing your mouth. "You are as a corpse, little snowflake. You need to loosen up." She tells you. You feel offended.

You do what she wants but only because the king is watching. She smirks."Good girl. You crave approval, don't you? You just love for that one-eyed monster to fuck you bloody when whispering how pleased he is with you. Empty sweet words that lose all meaning the moment he has squirted his seed down your cunny."

"You see how swollen and beautiful red it is? It arches for a Woman's mouth. A woman's hands. Woman's cunt." She brings her lips to his cock and instead of sucking him as you do with Aemond she teases him with soft little licks. You gasp and don't even notice your hands travelling over your body.

You picture yourself on Aemond, your tongue giving him soft gentle licks when he groans en curses, calling you dirty names for teasing him so badly. You feel the soft cum build in your mouth, and you beg for him to inject himself into your face.

On the bed, Aegon is pushed down and she rolls on top. She trusts her hips to his front and you watch as Aegon enters her cunny. You watch fascinated as the two of them start a soft rhythm that increases every moment. Your hands touch you between your legs now and you feel wet.

You imagine it is you with Aemond. You need him. More than you ever needed anyone else.

The whore is done with the king after he comes and you two take off to Aemonds chambers.

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DELICIOUSLY DARK! AEMOND X OC (Snow falls, chapter 19: Kings and queens)

You are Willa Wyldewoods, lady of Wyldecrest. After being denied your hand in marriage, Aemond murders your family and makes himself Lord of WyldeCrest, out-powering you. He claims you as his wife and spoils, He commands and goes over your home now and as you will learn right now: No one is safe under his reign. Not even you.

WARNINGS: Painplay, smut, rough sex, himulation, aemond being an asshole to his wife, dom/sub themes, cussing, torture, pleasure control and denial and other dark smuttish things but its consentual, spankings, choking, aemond getting off on willa/oc's pain and being a sadist, oc being a sub. NECROMANY AND MAJOR CHARACTER DEAD AS WELL AS LOSS OF A CHILD (passed) FOR THIS CHAPTER: MC being a sub for aemond and aemond being a dark demon from hell.

Chapter 19

It's been a week since you first arrived at the Red Keep. Despite its riches and luxuries, it doesn't feel as home. The silk dresses are too scaly against your skin. The food is too unfamiliar, and the temperature takes adjustment. You feel like an outsider. In a way, that is just what you are.

It does not compare to Wyldecrest, and you worry that nothing ever will make you feel at home. You worry that you will keep feeling homesick.

The return to the Red Keep has kept Aemond busier than he ever was at WyldeCrest. You barely see your husband. He is gone before you wake up, and you fall asleep before he gets to bed. You do not see him during dinner either. A servant brings you food every new dawn and every late evening.

You tried staying up for your husband two nights now, but you lost your battle to sleep. It took you quietly as a disease would take an unknowing child.

Aemond's absence proves how weak and fragile you are without him. You are in a new environment and at a new playground. You have yet to make any allies or friends. No one approached you yet, and you wonder if anyone ever will.

Aemond is not the easiest man to get along with. He is controlling, and ladies, including yourself, find him a bit intimidating due to what happened to his eye. You've seen him without his eyepatch often and are slowly getting used to your husband's scars and his stitched up eye.

You have seen worse. You have seen your own son die as a mere puddle of blood. A scar does not scare you anymore. You envy ladies that still have that privilege.

You do not resent Aemond for the loneliness that consumes you from inside out. You know he is doing his duty to his brother and the realm. You know not much about Aemond, but duty is very important to him, as well as tradition. He organized the WyldeCrest festival after all. He took your father's seat and understands the importance of history. You remember when he held you in the halls of WyldeCrest and told you that your ancestors would accept his conquest and would even understand that he was doing all those horrible things to you.

Learn from your mistakes or let them kill you. That is what he taught you. He made you stronger than you would ever be without him. But at what cost? You said once you felt as if a demon had taken over. Does Aemond bring out the demon, or do you simply deny yourself to be you when he is not around?

Aemond is more than his brother's pet, and he knows it very well. Yet he does errands for his brother faithfully and gives him council.

You can not fully support King Aegon II, however. Your father bent the knee to his sister, the Queen Rhaenyra. Aemond murdered your family for refusing the marriage proposal that Aegon's acting hand proposed.

You always blamed Aemond for it, and perhaps he cut the throats, but the order came from higher up. If Brand, your late brother, would treat a girl he was courting this way, he would never be able to bear himself a child. You would castrate him. You remember what would be his last words to you. "My dearest sister has become a woman." He was the first to see it out of your father and you and perhaps your mother. He saw how the outside world would look at you.

You chuckle slightly to yourself. You used to be a different girl. A girl who was terrified of her own reflection. You used to be scared of power. Now? Now you yearn for it.

The murder of your parents is the main reason why you want more power than you have. You can not forgive your mother for what she did with your unborn child. She died that day when Aemond slit her throat. It is for the better to imagine her dead and gone. You have done so for weeks.

The hand was never disciplined for the murder of your parents and brother and neither were the guards and soldiers who committed mass rapes and murders on your servants and innocent bystanders who had the misfortune of being there that day to provide for their families.

You remember that you begged the soldiers to stand down. They laughed. One suggested to Aemond that he should drag you off by your hairs and rape you in the halls. He didn't do it. But only because he would first force you to marry him.

If you sniffle, you can still smell the iron smell of the blood that flooded through your home. The two of you have bonded, but how strong can a tree grow if its roots are rotten from the core? How long until it breaks off, snaps, and kills innocent bystanders?

You can still hear the girl's father scream the accusation that you are a whore, that he wished Aemond had killed you and that you were a disgrace to the north and to your family. He must be happy that you left the North. If Aemond had not slashed him open as a bottle of wine. You remember how the blood poured out and you remember that your husband had a pleased proud smile on his lips when the old man who only tried to defend his dead daughter, withered away in front of both of you dying as a pathetic weed.

You wonder if anyone misses him. You wonder if he had anyone left to miss him at all.

Aemond used the villagers to send a message to his sister, Queen Rhaenyra. You doubt that the Blacks nor the Greens care about peasants' lives. The Blacks will likely dump their bodies in a mass grave, and the Greens would do the exact same.

You have never been one for politics, and perhaps you were a naive little girl, but you see more and more of the world as it is. Everything your father didn't want for you. He wanted a peaceful life with an Andal man by your side, not a Valyrian prince. Especially not a "Incest-Loving Targaryen." He threatened to chop off Aemond's cock if it came even near you. It has been inside you countless times now.

You understand that Aemond loves you in a conflicting way that goes against everything he believes in. You are an obstacle to his duty. It was easy to kill you and be done with it, but he married you instead. He wived you out of desire perhaps, but you believe there is more to it now. It feels more. Your feelings can't be one-sided. The way he smiles when he sees you. How his voice changes when he calls you his little fox.

Aemond is not a lord. He is a prince. Which means he can do things ordinary men can not. You must be careful if you plan to ask him favors, because you would not risk manipulating him.

You have enough of thinking of Aemond, wishing he was here as a silly girl, cooped up in his rooms as his breed Mare. You briefly touch up your make up and make sure that your scar by your eye is a bit cloaked with makeup before leaving his rooms.

Your hips sway in a confident manner but your quick steps make you seem like a thief leaving a room where she just stole something.

You enter the big halls of the Red Keep and just start walking. You do not have a destination in mind nor do you know where you are going. Guards and noblemen pass you, yet none of them would recognize you.

You are not dressed as the wife of Aemond Targaryen. You wear a simple dark blue gown from your home and a necklace. The only clue that someone might have caught is your scar. You doubt Aemond told anyone about your punishment, as it would reveal he had no control over you for a while.

Finally, you reach what appears to be a library. Aemond must have handpicked books from this very room. Maybe there are more books for you to enjoy when sitting his lap. Perhaps you might even find new exciting things for you and Aemond to try.

You know it is stupid to think so but you being a former maiden makes you insecure and doubt yourself. You doubt that Aemond is truly enjoying himself whenever you and him make love. You are an amateur and he can get every girl in the kingdom.

You hope that showing off your brave, creative and initiative side might make him happier. You start searching for books in the first bookshelf. The titles are written in a strange language. Valyrian. The scribbles are unreadable to you.

You notice a portrait that is hanging on the wall, in the back of the room. A young woman with silver hair smiles, wearing a black gown. You do not need to read the placard to know who it is.

She is beautiful. She has the same hair color as Aemond. Valyrian silver. Her smile explains her nickname. There is something so pure about her smile, so genuine that you almost go mad with confusion as to why she would order the death of you and your unborn child.

You also wonder why it is still hanging. Why isn't it taken down? Why does it hang in this library, where no one can bother to see it? Queen Rhaenyra is the enemy, yes she is. But why bother with keeping this here? Why isn’t this burned?

You have an uneasy feeling as if someone is watching you. You turn around and notice Aemond's older brother, the king. He might be older, you swear he looks younger. He looks at you with freedom and possibilities. You look at the queen's portrait and you hope he won't think this is treason.

Aegon struts quicker than Aemond.

Aemond walks as if he wants the entire world to know that he is approaching so they may either end themselves or adjust themselves to him. Big steps, yet slightly quiet. Aegon walks as a practiced thief. A liar. A criminal.

He waits patiently with his hands folded against his chest. You quickly drop in a low respectful curtsy and lower your head. ‘’My king. I didn't realize you would be here today. I shall take my leave.' You don't like to be around him.

A dangerous familiar smirk grows on Aegon's lips. It's almost as Aemonds but not quite. By Aemond you see something dark. A monster waiting to devour you. By Aegon...

You see nothing. You see his lips obviously. Yet there is a hollowness that no grave can match and no love can fill. A truly monstrous empty smirk. ‘’Please, do not fret. The library is for every guest under my roof.’’ He speaks, his voice mocking.

One might argue you are not a guest. One might also argue this is not his roof, but his sister's. Yet you nod, obediently as is expected of you. ‘’You are most generous, your grace. I thank you for your hospitality. Prince Aemond, my husband, is pleased to have returned here.’’ Aemond never liked his time in the North, often complaining about the cold and the lack of scenery that didn't include snow. He also was murdered at your home. He died there. Magic brought him back. He lost your child there and that place holds for you maybe beautiful memories you'll always cherish; but Aemond has endured hell in what you call heaven.

So it's no wonder he is happy to be back in the place he is feared, loved and protected in. You stare at the Queen's beautiful big eyes and notice Aegon's are very much alike. They must have had it from their father. They are related, yes, but they only share a father.

Aegon studies the portrait of his sister. ‘’Mother insisted. She wanted one portrait to remain. I decided to put it here, where no one will ever see it. At least, so I had hoped.’’

Did you make a grave mistake by coming here? You are quick to apologize to him. ‘’I am sorry, your grace. It is no excuse for my foolishness, but I am still waiting for Aemond to take me on a tour to properly learn which rooms are forbidden for me.’’ You hope Aemond will one day show you more of his home where he grew up. You perhaps hope to see secret passageways and historic rooms full of tales.

Aegon narrows his eyes, clearly judging you and weighing how much he trusts your words. You quickly blurt out. ‘’I truly do not wish to be a bother. I do not want to cause trouble.’’

He is pleased with that answer. Very pleased.’’My brother mentioned he tamed you, but I was skeptical. But seeing how well you act around your betters, well..’’ Your betters? You blink with your eyes and follow his hands as it slowly touches your chin.’’You've become a lovely young woman. The spankings have done you well.’’

You back away as if you burned yourself. ‘’I am loyal to my husband.’’ You surprise yourself with how loud your voice booms, how steady your voice sounds.

Aegon rolls his eyes with a laugh. ‘’Your spankings have not yet solved everything; so it seems. I will command my brother that he must return to spanking you soon.’’

You see yourself on your back when Aemond forces the wooden ruler between your legs, smacking your red swollen and mostly soaked cunny. Your husband forces you to beg for it and you obey. He brings his mouth to your cunt and takes a possessive big lick to taste your spoils.

You are turned wet in front of the king of the seven kingdoms by just thinking of your husband. You hope he does not notice. He chuckles. ‘’No, you mustn't worry. It is nothing to be embarrassed about.’’ Did...Did Aemond tell him? That you like to be spanked? If so, he has a big problem, old gods and new gods help you.

He continues and you start to see a disturbing pattern. ‘’Every wife has annoying whims. It comes with being a woman. As your husband, Aemond needs to be clear and draw a line. It is unpleasant to be spanked, but it is part of his duties as your husband.’’ You aren't sure who raised them, if anyone did. But you know they hate women, whoever raised them hates women. So it can’t be Alicent. Was it the king? You doubt it. Someone else planted a rotten seed in their fresh mind and watered it with precision, watching their hatred grow bigger and bigger.

You will have a talk with Aemond about who raised him. So Aegon doesn't know you rather enjoy it. He does not know that Aemond pleasures you with pain. Good. You are not sure you want others to know. It's none of their business.

The king continues. ‘’He told me that since the incident when you run away from him, you have been very faithful to him.’’ Your scar burns by the reminder. You nod absently. You suppose you have. It is hard to disobey a man who holds your freedom….And your heart.

You respond because you know it is the proper thing to do. Your silence would be an insult. ‘’That is true, my King. I try to be a good wife." You say. It is the truth. You want to just scoop Aemond up, drag him by his leather coat and drag him all the way back to the safety of the North again. Far away from the Red Keep, far away from dangerous queens, treacherous hags dressed as queens and fire-breathing monsters. Just you, Aemond, and your home. Perhaps one day…..A child.

The king nods. ‘’He is pleased so far.’’ You can't help but break into a big smile. Aegon scoffs. ‘’That makes you happy to hear?’’ Of course it does. You have seen what a displeased Aemond is like, and it is not pretty. You are also happy that your husband is pleased with you. It makes you feel less insecure. It makes your heart bleed less.

You nod without breaking eye contact. ‘’Very happy.’’ You say and you mean it.

He understands that you won't betray Aemond. Finally he switches subjects, going back to the portrait once more. ‘’I discussed with Aemond to dispose of her portrait. We think perhaps it would look great in our favorite whore house.’’

You hate yourself for the jealous little stab that your heart makes. Aemond apparently does not visit whores in King's Landing, no he even has a favourite. You want to ask his brother about the whores, but decide to focus on the Queen for now. ‘’I never understand why my father supported her.’’ You refer to the Queen.

He nods a bit as if to say, go on. You explain yourself. ‘’The North. The Iron throne is more important, of course. But especially in the North people doubt a woman can do anything besides birthing children. I don't understand why he stayed loyal to Rhaenyra. If he bent the knee, my father would be alive.’’ And that is the thing that killed him. Not Aemond’s blade, Aegon’s order or the loss of blood…But his pride. His pride killed your father.

Despite his mockery from earlier, something softens in the eyes of the king. ‘’Your father was an amusing man. I liked him.’’ You know he is sincere. Yet you wonder why. Your father hated the Targaryens. What reason did Aegon had to like your father, who only insulted him?

You can't fight your own curiosity. So you ask him. ‘’You liked him? He was not very polite to you.’’ You speak softly, afraid what bringing back those memories can cause.

To your surprise he doesn’t become angry, he just laughs. ‘’He was even worse to Aemond. I like that.’’ You wonder why. You loved your brother. Yet you can't say the same of Aegon and Aemond. There is no love there.

It confuses you. ‘’You like it when your own brother is being made a fool of?’’

He groans, becoming annoyed with your games and your judgment fast. ‘’You are quite bold for asking your king such questions.’’

You quickly bow your head. ‘’Forgive me, my King.’’

He grins and picks up a subject you would rather not speak about. ‘’My brother ignored all my questions about you. So, I will ask: Are you with child?’’ You were. You lost it.

You have to tell him the truth. Lying to the king is a great offense. ‘’Unfortunately, not. My husband works hard as do I to make sure we have a suitable and proper heir befitting my husband's needs.’’

He nods, chuckling in a childish manner. It angers you. You take your duties and your children very seriously. But it appears that he is not mocking you, he is mocking Aemond. ’’Is my little brother capable of satisfying you? Northen women can be..difficult to please. They are part savage after all.’’ You heard Aemond say something very familiar.

‘’Can he give you what you want, Lady Willa? Have you ever reached your height with him? Or do you pretend to like it?’’ You can’t recall how many times Aemond made you feel as if you were not mortal at all. You think back of the many pleasurable nights and days.

You lash out faster than your mind can think of a good suitable answer. As if you are a whore you tell the king that you enjoy his brother fucking you. ‘’I enjoy myself with him.’’

He grins, the bastard. He is getting on your nerves on purpose. ‘’Hm. You enjoy him, of course you do. You were a pure little unmolded piece that Aemond molded and bended into taking and liking his cock. Does Aemond like you? Well, that is something that only the gods know.’’

‘’Well, little fox? Do you want to know what I learned about your husband’s perversions?’’ You can make Aemond even more happy if you know this.

You nod. ‘’Yes.’’

He chuckles, delighted. ‘’Good girl. I wish that my own lady wife was as curious as to what her husband prefers in his bed.’ You do not know whether to agree or to disagree. That is his sister he is speaking of, yes. But also his Queen. You doubt Aegon wants you defending or insulting her so you keep quiet. ‘‘’Aemond looks at the world and sees a dark hole. You see light and butterflies and little rainbows. He loves your innocence. Every man would.’’ He leans in closer. ‘’Now, little fox. When you two fuck, I assume Aemond does the fucking, you do the obediently laying like a useless corpse?’’ You turn your head away from him.

He grabs your chin. ‘’If you want to really spoil my brother, and I know you do. You have to do what you are afraid of. You have to open your heart to him, and you have to show him that your innocence and obedience is no act. You need to make the first move, Willa. You fuck my brother…’’ You can’t.

‘’Wait..’’ You gulp. ‘’Does that mean that I have to do the…’’ Fucking? Aegon scoffs. ‘’Do you want my brother or not?’’

You nod, defeated. He grins. ‘’Just be a little brave, little Fox. Aemond will like it. I am sure of it.’’

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Deliciously dark! Aemond x oc (Snow falls, chapter 18: Reading

CONCEPT:

You are Willa Wyldewoods, lady of Wyldecrest. After being denied your hand in marriage, Aemond murders your family and makes himself Lord of WyldeCrest, out-powering you. He claims you as his wife and spoils, He commands and goes over your home now and as you will learn right now: No one is safe under his reign. Not even you.

WARNINGS: Painplay, smut, rough sex, himulation, aemond being an asshole to his wife, dom/sub themes, cussing, torture, pleasure control and denial and other dark smuttish things but its consentual, spankings, choking, aemond getting off on willa/oc's pain and being a sadist, oc being a sub. NECROMANY AND MAJOR CHARACTER DEAD AS WELL AS LOSS OF A CHILD (passed) FOR THIS CHAPTER: MC being a sub for aemond and aemond being a dark demon from hell.

The former queen does not waste any time to make you uncomfortable. You are once again reminded of your duties. But also of your loss. You did not know you were with child when you lost the baby.

It is silly. You did not know. You were not looking forward to being a mother. You loathed the idea of carrying his children and bringing them into this world.

So why do you feel so miserable whenever someone reminds you that you need to make heirs again? You said yourself it was fine. You lied.

Alicent and you walk through the halls of the redkeep, heading to the gardens. Guards salute her whenever she passes. "The king will likely discuss a few things with Aemond. We should have our own little conversation."She says as if you are friends. You perhaps once loathed that idea, but now you welcome it. Who knows what information the former queen has on Aemond?

You do not beat around the Bush. You can not have the luxury of being the wide-eyed innocent doe woman anymore. That girl died. "You want to know if I am with child, do you not?" You ask, but you already know her answer.

She chuckles. "You have changed, haven't you?" She remarks. You have. More than you like to admit. But she picks up the bait. "Well, are you?"

You nod, lost in thought as you figure out what to tell her. "I was. I lost my child." That is the truth. Without mentioning any blood sacrifices and necromancy. Just a simple truth. Your child was killed by the blade of an assasin.

While she did ask you, while you do see some sadness in her eyes, her voice is cold as a stone, and her lips are the same cruel line as her son's sometimes are. "Does Aemond know?"

He does. He even died defending it. And his child died defending Aemond. The child saved his life without him knowing so. The only reason Aemond is here today is because of the child you both concieved. "He knew it before I did." You still question as to how he knew before you even did, but perhaps he had contact with the maester. He likely knows the signs and is very observant. You are anything but.

Protective sex was never on your agenda with Aemond. He made sure to squirt himself empty inside of you, fulling your hot warm cunt with loads of his cum.

Just the thought of his hands smacking your ass, forcing your head down and spreading your legs when ravishing you makes you blush. You enjoyed the break you and Aemond had in the middle of the road, him just fucking you in the grass as if you were just two commoners. Politics, Houses and crowns were far away when he fucked you as if you took that eye away yourself.

You shake the thoughts off you and force a tight-lipped smile. Alicent Hightower surprises you by touching your shoulder in a sympathetic and kind matter. It reminds you of your own mother. "We only had one conversation before, and I have given you no reason to trust me, but trust my words as a mother..." She leans in and her big eyes speak volumes. You see a mother glancing back at you, a mother that fears the same as any mother. The day that the Stranger comes to take her children away. "My heart breaks for both of you."

You ignore her sympathy. You refuse to bend the bridge she destroyed. Part of why Aemond treated you the way he did, was because of how she and her husband raised him. Alicent knew that Aemond forced himself upon you for nights in a row and that you were humiliated and beaten. But she never stepped in to defend you. She called it a privilege to be touched by her son; to carry royal valyrian offspring.

You snort. "Aemond will have to wait for his perfect heir." You still can picture him so clearly when he told you that you were to give him seven sons. For every kingdom each.

You arrive in the garden. You see a familair wirewood tree. You feel much more at ease and the smell of it comforms you.

For the second time that you met her, Alicent loses her patience and the control of her emotions. "It is not Aemond why I keep pushing for a heir." She gestures to the tree."Do you know how many time considered killing myself when I was married to the king?" You turn around, shocked by her confession.

You didn't realize that the former queen was that unhappy. To be a queen always seemed fun and special to you. But it is a golden cage. "No." You confess quietly when she does not speak.

She scoffs at your idiocy. You feel foolish. "More times than I can count. I felt the walls closing in. The duty of the Queen was serving the king. You know what kept me going?" You do not. You endured the same and you barely understand how you are here today.

Her grab on your hands becomes intense almost painful. "My children. Always. The idea of leaving them in this world...it would be cruelty." She looks at the windows of the keep, as if picturing something. "A child, dear Willa. It will make your life much more brighter and full of new joy. Aemond likely will not be that interested in raising the child, but he will make sure both of you are comfortable."

---- You do not stay long with the former Queen. Alicent had work to do and you have no desire to remain alone in the castle garden under guard and in sight of the tree that reminds you how far away from home you are.

You miss the snow and the cold bite on your skin. You miss reeling and you miss the way you would welcome the warmth when entering your house, the Wyldecrest.

A guard speaks to you kindly in a hushed voice. His eyes are a blue almost silver colour and he helps you to the stairs. "May I escort you to your husband's chambers? You are expected to stay with him." He says, and you understand that you have no say in the matter.

"That is quite alright, yes thank you. This place is like a maze." You chuckle but he is silent. You frown and scold yourself and demand yourself to remain silent for the remainder of the travel.

You are relieved when you finally reach Aemond's chambers. Two guards are guarding his rooms yet you are let inside. You feel tiny and small as you pass through the big doors into the chambers of the prince.

A welcome smell of fire and wood welcomes you and you rush inside, eagerly taking in the luxuries. The silk pillows on the counch and the soft linen on his bed. You sit down on the bed. It You notice a desk and even a bookshelf in the corner of the room. You pick a few titles that seem interesting and start flipping through the pages, reading information about valyria and reading adventure books.

Yet it does not quite statisify you. Good thing you have one book that belongs to yourself. One of the few things that still belong to yourself.

From your bag, you unpack the book you saved and start by the naughty scene.

You start in the middle of the book. You reread the first few lines before the scene starts, as you enjoy reading about the pirate teasing his princess.

The words that you read hit your core, setting it briefly alight. Yet you would be a fool not to notice that your desires have changed. The book used to do, but it no longer is enough. You need more. Much more.

You worry about many things. The assassins, the king, the wars, the succession, and your own losses as well as your home that is million miles away. You reread the first few lines over and over again. You are hungry. You need someone to take your mind of things before you go mad.

You hear a loud cough near your ear. Your waist is grabbed as you squeek helpless against your attacker. You are pushed on the desk with your face and torso. You kick helplessly as your attacker chuckles. "Little foxes should be wary. You never know who might sneak up behind you." You sigh in relief by hearing Aemond's voice. Your fright becomes appreciation. Your muscles relax under his iron grip, and you accept that you will lay on the desk.

You are relieved. You do not know who else would dare to touch you but you rather not find out. You understand very well that your husband can read your body. Your red cheeks and your soft panting. "I'm glad you are back." You confess, your voice soft. "I was reading one of my own books."

Aemond chuckles, and you can not help but blush. He knows very well that it is the book that makes your tummy tingle as he described it himself. "Good. Reading is very important. Yet I worry you might be reading the wrong thing. I went to the library and handselected a few appropriate novels for you to enjoy." You are pulled to stand. You watch as Aemond shows off three in leather bound boring looking books. You read the titles and none of it speaks to you.

You sigh. "These seem so boring."

In the eyes of the prince grows a dangerous twinkle of mischief. "Yet you will read each and every one of them, word for word." You carefully compose your face, but inwardly, you roll your eyes.

You pick the book with the blue leather cover and let the other two be. You open the book on his desk and start reading. You feel Aemond's hands hold your shoulders.

The story is about a noble lady. You recognise a lot of yourself in her. She, too, had everything. She, too, lost everything. You read the first few pages with genuine interest before you come to the next chapter.

Where the lady gets stolen by an enemy. Your husband takes out the chair and sits down on it, patting his lap. "Come sit."

You obey almost blindly and enchanted without fuss. Aemond wraps his arms around you, and you continue reading the book on his lap.

The enemy is a very charming yet dangerous Knight from a neighbouring house. He acts differently than the pirate. The pirate joked. The pirate charmed. Yet this man? This man is rotten from within.

You keep reading until you spot a sentence that starts to increase and finally feed your hungers. "Very well. I shall take you." You are scared to flip the page with Aemond so close to you, likely reading what you are reading. Your hand is grabbed by Aemond, and he forces you to flip the page.

"Keep reading, little fox. Keep reading every word. I will know if you skip."

You don't doubt his word. You obediently read every single teasing line. The lady describes that she is confused. She is furious with her attacker, yet her body betrays her. She is wet, and her nippels harden. The attacker likely knows so.

She was grabbed by her hair and yanked up from the ground she was kneeling on. You feel hands softly touch your legs, teasing you. You know they belong to Aemond.

She ends up on the bed, her face stuffed in a pillow to silence her. Her legs are spread, and her expensive dress is ripped. You can almost hear the grunts of the attacker as he strips his prey bare, revealing every inch.

She begs him. She is maiden. He does not care and fucks her body. It is described as that he claims her body, destroys her future and her soul in the process. Despite her fuss she enjoys herself. She enjoys a strange man ransacking her body and she enjoys being his whore. You can relate to her.

You flip the page with trembling hands. The lady begs and moans in the pillow, soaking it. Your core aches for a good cock. You slowly clench your pussy to control your feelings. She is pushed on her knees, her legs are spread and your eyes go big as you reread the next setance.

He takes her in her ass. You gasp softly. Aemond chuckles delighted by your virginal response. You want to know how the lady liked that. You need to know if it hurts. Or if it is good. Perhaps even better.

You keep reading. You gasp as your eyes scan the words quickly as the feeling of hunger and desire increases. The man fucks the poor lady on her knees, forcing his cock down her ass, taunting her for losing everything so fast. You become speechless and quietly moan.

Aemond forces your face near his neck and kisses your lips sloppily. He brings his lips to your neck next and you moan helpless in his arms. You are unmistakably wet.

The lady is trapped beneath him. He rips her skirts open, undoes his pants, and forces her on the table. He pins her down and enters her from behind, fucking her sore little cunny. She is lifted from the table and briefly impaled with a scandalous cry. You need more.

Your husband speaks gently. "I told you would enjoy them?" You can only nod, wordless. Aemond smiles. You wait for his permission. He leans back in the chair and, with a simple casual movement, unlaces your corset. You are relieved when he takes off your clothing for you. "Show me." You know what he wants to see. You nod, pulling down your skirts and showing off your wet, warm little piece of heaven that you guard between your legs.

Aemond groans at the sight of you clenching it. You reach for your own wetness and run a finger over your folds stimulation yourself. Aemond watches you.

Until you feel a sharp himulating pain on your cunt. He hit you, without any doubt. You are smacked and cry out in pain and in confusion. "You're a whore, shoving your cunt in my face.' He spat.

You whimper."I thought it was expected of me." He told you to show and you did. His smirk comforms you. He is not truly angry. He is just jesting and toying with you. As usual.

"Leave the thinking to me." He groans, possessivly rubbing where he hit you. Your body needs him. You nod, accepting that he will take charge. You need him to do so anyway. You bring your lips to his ear and whisper that you need him inside of you.

Aemond laughs and ignores your pleas. "Keep reading. Do you not wish to know how our lovely friends are doing? You enjoyed the first pages. The ending will surprise you." You once had one request for endings. That it was a happy ending with a marriage and a happy couple with the witch defeated. Now you just want to read about the sexual intercourse they are about to have.

You slowly hum."Keep touching me when I read." You tell him. Aemond scoffs in disbelieve and you look up as you understand why he is so shocked.

You gave him a order. Him. Your husband and your prince. You cower before he has even grabbed your shoulders. "Did you just dare to give me a order?" He murmers in your ear.

You know you won't get anything if he is displeased. You know he might even get angry and perhaps a little violent. "No, husband. It was a suggestion. Please. I need you." You beg pathetically.

He chuckles forgetting about his anger. "Not yet."

"Read. Now." He barks it at you and you nod quickly, returning to your book. You are sucked back in the story and calmly read with Aemond tracing his fingers around your nippels, teasing you.

The lady is grabbed by her feet, dragged over the bed leaving a trial of blood. The enemy spreads her legs wide enough to hurt her and to cause her discomfort. You are holding your breath. The cock is slowly rubbing against her sensitive skin by her cunny. She is not yet fucked, just cruelly teased that she will. Her spoils are wet and she is called a good for nothing whore before the enemy places himself behind her, bends her cruelly and spits in her face before....

You flip the page. You notice that the pages are empty. You also notice that the pages are ripped out. Someone took them. You flip the pages faster and faster looking for them. They are gone.

Helplessly you to turn to Aemond. You show him the book. "Aemond, my love. Someone took the pages!"

He sighs, delighted before smirking. That is all you needed. He took the pages. "Aemond,' you squeek your voice a soft warning. "I swear..." You will hurt that man.

His smile only widens and deepens, finally matching with his twinkling eye. You like looking at him when he smiles. Not smirking, but genuinely a happy, healthy smile. He looks attractive when he smirks; but when he smiles? You enjoy that even more. "Shsh, little fox. I wouldn't threaten me." He warns you with a soft spanking on your leg. You hiss but keep quiet. "Are you a little upset your friend didn't get to finish? Or are you upset you aren't her?" He mocks you and teases you.

But two can play that game.

You rub yourself gently in front of Aemond. You feel his good eye on you and you are proud of yourself for holding his attention. That is until he grabs something from an open book about Valyria.

You are pushed back on the desk, legs dangling and they are spread. You moan without even being touched. You feel Aemond slowly rub your skin before introducing your skin to something cold and metallic. You whimper.

He chuckles before smacking it on your dripping pussy causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure. "Ah! Husband!" You barely hold in a unladylike cuss. His lips kiss your legs.

He shows you what he hit you with. It is a ruler made of metal. You clench your muscles at the sight of it. "Yes, my little fox? Don't you like my new ruler?" Aemonds voice is full of innocence but he knows very well that you appreciate a spanking.

Perhaps more than you should. You need it. You need to be disciplined. You beg him with your eyes and whimper softly. "Please, my husband. My prince. Hit me once more." You beg softly.

You hope it will get him to serve you. You know it will. Aemond loves your pain. "No, no no. I can't do that. What kind of man hits his wife?" He grins deviously. He is denying your pleasure on purpose.

You grit your teeth and roll your eyes. "The kind that does not back down to give her what she deserves and needs." That is taking it too far. Yet you smile and enjoy your rushing heart.

Aemond growls before holding you down. You enjoy his iron grip and the way he frowns at you full of anger. "You know what you need?" Smack.

That was just the start of it. Aemond uses the ruller to spank your body on sensestive places. Places where a lover would kiss you yet you experience pain.

You shake your head at a loss for words. Aemond keeps you on the desk, and your hands are forced around the belt on his hips. "Undress me, wench." You faithfully sink to your knees in front of your husband. You unlace his pants for him and pull them down. The prince grabs your throat glaring at you as if you are filth. You open your mouth for him.

You end up stripped, on your belly on the desk with the prince right behind you. "There is a bed there." You point it out. The bed seems more comfortable than this desk. Yet Aemond scoffs.

"These are my rooms. I am well aware of where my bed is."

Without a warning you are forced to lay. Your legs are grabbed and his cock slams inside of your hot wet cunny. Aemond releases a groan of delight and ownership as he fucks you. You remain on the desk, your loud moans and gasps betraying that you enjoy this too much. Your core is set alight by his trusts. You wish he could stay here forever.

You are impaled. You are bended. And you are fucked and ridden by him as if you are his dragon. His nails dig in your skin as he rocks his hips to your cunt forcing his cock inside of you. The cock is erected and pokes you slightly, yet you welcome the pain with a blissful soft hiss.

Your cries are loud and desperate. Aemond is careful with fucking you. He is not going fast enough to finish you. He wants to torture you. He wants to feel himself swim in your wetness before pulling out, teasing you with a soft delicious trust that promises you that more good things are coming.

You need him. You cry out for your husband, tears running down your face as you buck yourself against his cock, crying out as it slides in deep and through. "Please! Gods, please! Have me, husband!" You beg before wordlessly sobbing.

He smiles, tracing a finger down a tear before scooping it up and sucking off his finger tasting your tears. You sniffle but your cries become soft as he pets your hair, smoothing you. He hums happily when you surrender yourself completely to him. "That is a good little fox." He speaks, tauntingly.

You nod. But it isn't long before you feel him touch your behind. Your worst nightmare is confirmed when he enters your ass. You buck as a wild animal refusing to be ridden. You try to push him off, but he keeps holding you down, using his muscles on you.

You are scared. "Husband...' You whimper.

He chuckles. "Silence, wench." "It is just my finger." You sigh, relieved. This shall be the final thing he will take from you. The thought of having him inside of you there sounds painful and shameful. You did a lot of shameful and painful things, yet you enjoyed yourself.

Aemond leans in to whisper in your ear and what he whispers terrifies you. "This time, that is. You owe me your final maidenhead. You act prudish and scared but once my cock has made itself at home in your ass, my little fox won't want anything else. I know you too well." Aemond removes his finger and smacks your behind causing you to grunt.

He is done with that part of your body."Did you earn your reward? Do you deserve to finish?"

You shake your head, crying. "No. I've been sinful and ungrateful. I touched myself." You doubt he will forgive you for that.

Aemond sighs. "I saw that. We need to do something about that, won't we?"

You nod, sniffling. Aemond grabs the ruler back up and you are forced on your back this time. He lets the ruler slide over your exposed cunt and the cold metal sends shivers down your spine. You are held down by him as well as if he is scared of you running.

He smacks down harshly and you cry out in approval and in pain. The ruler spanks your inner tighs next and pain and pleasure mixes inside of you. You need him.

Aemond notices your needs and drops the ruler before turning you back on your knees, kneeling to his front.

You pant happily as he takes you. He takes you on the hard desk and your muscles hurt for every time he slams you down on it as if he hunted and skinned you himself. You are fucked brutally on the desk, your legs forced around Aemonds middle as his cock penters your poor dripping little cunny until you see stars and feel as if you are floating.

Your husband forces his cock in your face. You obediently suck it off for him, tasting yourself on his length. Aemone growls in pleasure. He smiles at your obedience before spanking your cunt with his mere hand. Yet it makes you hungry and you clench your pussy. He smacks it once more, grabbing your throat. "Ask me nicely, little fox."

You beg him. As the whore that you are. "Please husband. Take me."

He grins. "Very well. I shall."

You whimper, grunt, scream, and cry for him as he finishes you off with a slow, torturous trust. You pant as he takes you once more, allowing himself to take you as his spoils. That is your duty as his wife. You encourage him to unleash his fantasies on you. "I am yours, Aemond." You whisper his name very softly. He groans in your ear before trusting himself back inside of you. It hurts. There is no denying that. But the pleasure is stronger than the pain.

Your husband comes inside of you. You are both statisifed. Aemond drops himself from your body. Your legs are grabbed, and you are carried to the bed. He throws you on it. He takes the spare neatly folded blanket and puts it around your body.

You are shocked when he joins you. "Welcome to King's Landing, my little fox." Aemond murmers in your ear when kissing your lips softly. "I hope it lives up to your expectations." You never had any expectations of the capital and never had any desire to see it either

You laugh. "I never had any expectations. Father told me I'd likely never would see the capital. I was supposed to marry closer to home, after all."

Something dangerous changes in Aemond. "This is your home now. You best forget you had anything else. This castle is much better than that shithole."

You are insulted but don't have the energy left to fight him. You nod instead, and he is disappointed that you don't fight back. He gets up from the bed, dresses himself, and leaves without looking back.

You get up from the bed and walk to the window, the sheets covering your body. You wonder how Wyldecrest will survive without you.

And most of all; you wonder how you will survive without Wyldecrest.

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Delicously dark! Aemond x oc (Snow falls, chapter 17: If the carriage is rocking....)

CONCEPT: You are Willa Wyldewoods, lady of Wyldecrest. After being denied your hand in marriage, Aemond murders your family and makes himself Lord of WyldeCrest, out-powering you. He claims you as his wife and spoils, He commands and goes over your home now and as you will learn right now: No one is safe under his reign. Not even you.

WARNINGS: Painplay, smut, rough sex, himulation, aemond being an asshole to his wife, dom/sub themes, cussing, torture, pleasure control and denial and other dark smuttish things but its consentual, spankings, choking, aemond getting off on willa/oc's pain and being a sadist, oc being a sub. NECROMANY AND MAJOR CHARACTER DEAD AS WELL AS LOSS OF A CHILD (passed) FOR THIS CHAPTER: Carriage smut, fucking in the wild, abuse of guards, aemond being an asshole and requesting a ''reward'' for giving oc her book back, sex toys, a lot of smut and other things that will deny me acess form heaven:))

You just got your book back after Aemond threw it out of the carriage. Your bag is still where you left it. He did not even touch it, or so it seems to be at least.

His voice is a victorious little groan full of authority and claim. "My little fox." You are sitting on your husband's legs safely in his arms. You avoid his gaze, as you know that will only make him want you more. But your fingers play. Your fingers have a mind of their own, it seems. They play with the iron clasps on his coat. They dance over his arms and torture him by slowly opening up one clasp by one.

There is a brief grunt on your husband's soft pink lips as you scoot closer, your hips touching his own on accident. Your hands curiously travel down the black soft fabric that serves as a shirt for him. You feel his warm heart beat safely beneath your fingers.

He grabs hold of your hand as they circle above just his heart. He slowly brings his lips to your fingers. To your surprise, he kisses your knuckles as a faithful husband would do to his beloved wife. He stares deeply in your eyes with sincerity and genuiness that you never saw before. "I am not going anywhere, Willa. You have me from this day until the end of my days."

There is something about that promise that hurts you so deeply. You do not wish to be reminded that nothing is forever. All things will end. So will this dalliance.

He notices your dreariness within a single glance. You have never been good at hiding your feelings. It all happens very fast.

Within a mere moment, a single tick of a clock, his strong hands have clasped yours into his own. You have barely time to gasp softly or to admit your confusion.

He brings his delicious mouth to your ear and whispers a small collection of words into your earshell. You never knew words could sound that sinful and delicious. "Or should I say: I have you?" He ends the sentence with a question.

You know by now that he wants a verbal, correct, and proper answer, or he punishes you. Your eyes subtly look around in the carriage for anything that Aemond might try out on your behind if you were to oppose him.

There are no whips, harsh metal planks, or anything else to try. But he did not shy away from using his own belt on your behind or his hands. He never hesitated to teach you a lesson. You decide to ignore Aemond's question for now and give him your own question. "Husband, your payment for my book? What is it? What am I to do for you?" You eye his crotch before softly rubbing it with two fingers. Your movements are soft and full of curiosity. It's a bit as if you are toying with fire. You want to keep warm, but you do not want to burn yourself.

He chuckles when he notices your eagerness. Your body reacts to his chuckle by slowly wettening you for him. "You love being my pet, do you not? You love following my orders. You love obeying me." Perhaps. It feels more complicated than liking his control. You feel safe when he calls the shots and when he makes the hard choices. You love feeling wrapped around him.

There is a soft growl coming from his lips. One of his knees that you are sitting, moves you. Aemond holds you so you won't fall off his lap. The knee of the leg slowly rubs your entrance, stimulating you easily. You gasp blind to that possibility. You want to surrender fully and grab the leg and feel what else this will bring you.

A slightly soft yet dominating smack reminds you of who's knee is rubbing your cunt as he calls it. "Thank me properly for returning you your book." He growls in your ear with anger.

You are quick to thank him, because you know he stopped riding for you. You know he stopped his plans for you. "Thank you, Husband." You speak gently and soft before slowly bringing your lips to his forhead. You give him a kiss on his lips and one on his neck. He shivers.

He clears his throat.

"I brought a bag as well." He points to another brown bag. You did not expect him to be sentimental so you do not understand what he brought. What could be important enough for Aemond Targaryen to pack?

But one cheeky grin of him and you know this will only add to injury. This not for him. This is for you. Perhaps it's something from your home. You are eager to unpack but Aemond smacks your leg punishing you. You lower your head when you moan and cry soft whining the way he likes in pure pain. He smiles before kissing your cheeks to give you a bit of love and pleasure to dull the pain.

You place your head against his chest and let him kiss you. "You may select a toy from the bag. We will play with it. Choose wisely." Toys?

You do not understand. Toys are for children. You are certainly not a child. Once more, your husband reads you quickly. He leans in and smirks. "No, this is not the type of toys you think of. Trust your husband and be a good girl for him and pick something that makes your belly tingle." Tingle? You know what he wants.

You sheepishly laugh. "Heh."

He grins before leaning back against the walls of the moving carriage. He takes you in.

"And that tightens that sweet little piece of afterlife you guard between your legs." He adds.

You turn redder than a tomato and keep your legs from rushing off his lap. "Ye-yes. I'll go do that."

He chuckles, delighted by your eagerness as you pick up the bag before returning to your seat on his lap. You force his strong arms back around you to hold you and nestle warmly with his chin on your head.

You open the bag full of curiosity and wonder exactly what he has planned. There must be a reasonable explanation. You take out the first toy. It is a wooden carved long thing with a pointy end that looks very closely to what...

You drop it back in the bag, heavily blushing. Your husband chuckles warmly. You feel his fingers touch and squeeze your cheeks.

You mutter soft. "Ma-may I ask what the toys are and how...One uses them?" You wonder.

Aemond nods, accepting that you won't learn unless he will teach you. "Of course, my untained maiden. You may." He whispers before giving you a rough ravishing kiss on your lips. You moan in his mouth.

Sadly, he stops it before it can become too good. "All toys are brand new and bought especially for you to enjoy. No one else had this inside her." He refers to the first large toy. You suppose it looked a bit as to what Aemond has between his legs but knowing that it's modelled after the male love organ...

That is a lot to unpack for your mind. Yet you are curious. This toy goes inside a woman's entrance and than what happens to her? Your voice is soft as you whisper questions to your husband. "...i-inside..So this works as a cock? It goes there and...?" You gasp as a hand softly rubs you between your legs. You know by now that is Aemond's work. You take in the toy one last time. It looks shameful and painful to have inside you. But you want to try it.

Aemond gently and patiently explains to you what you are seeing and what it is meant for. He rubs your entrance just the right way causing you to sink back in his arms with a delighted sigh. "It'll feel just like a cock. A lover can force his bedmate to play with herself, or he can play with her."

He can force her to do this to herself? You doubt that would feel good. You like the sound of him playing with you and the toy. It should be fun for everyone.

You are a bit uneasy however. "So, he decides?" You mutter a bit offended.

Aemond nods before sucking on your throat. You moan as his hands go under your dress to stimulate your wet needy entrance. It begs and welcomes his fingers, widening and wettening even more when he approaches with a single finger. You wish he would slam his hands deep inside you.

Your husband nods. "In certain relationships, the man decides for his wife. Do you like that?" He wonders. You are not sure. You like that Aemond takes charge and the control. You love obeying his needs. You love being called his little fox and his pet and by the gods, you love the punishments and the fuckings he gives you.

But that does not take away that other women might not. Where two people live, two people should have a say. Your biggest concern is that the wife won't like what her husband has cooked up. "What if the wife won't like it, husband?"

Aemond is slightly offended and huffs that you dare to question that. Or perhaps he is just worried you are not enjoying yourself. "Don't you like this?" He asks.

You nod. Of course you like this.

"I-I do. But what if she..." He groans, interrupting your thoughts and muttering. He forces his other fingers inside you now, too. You fight the urge to roll your hips and to have him deep.

He is done playing and teasing. He wants a clear answer. A yes or a no. "Little fox. Do you or do you not like this?"

You blush, ashamed and avoid the question by accident. You do not confirm nor deny. "Maybe a little bit." That is enough for now. You hope so.

Aemond sighs, removing his fingers from your dripping wet cunt and grabs you by your hair. You whimper as he pulls, instructing you to stand on your own legs. You enjoyed the time on his lap. "That is not a correct anwser. Stand up." He barks.

You obey, shaking of excitement and pure arousal. There is too little room to lay down for a spanking. Even with you over his legs he won't be able to spank your ass and your other sensitive part. He will need to become creative or call for a stop.

Yet you are still a bit of a innocent young woman. Or perhaps you love begging. A mix of both? You do not know why you beg your husband for mercy. "N-no, please..." You mutter.

There is another warm chuckle.

"Your begs only make my cock jump. I feel it stiffen. You have a strong power over my body. The blood is already rushing. Soon, precum will follow." You lick your lips unintended. Aemond follows your tongue and clicks his own, shaking his head displeased. "Remove your dress, little wife."

You obey, shaking as you remove your dress but leave your undergarments on. He sighs before taking you on his lap again. He removes the rest of your clothes himself. You whimper soft.

It is not as cold as the North. You are lucky he did not wanted to strip you near the North. Aemond sits the counch of the carriage as if its a throne made of jewels and gold. He has a smug little smirk on his lips and clearly enjoys commanding you around.

"On your knees." He says.

You try to kneel between couches but a simple truth is that there is too little space for anyone to kneel. "There's too little space!" You whine by him as if he can make the carriage bigger by screaming at the wood.

He chuckles before kneeling you on the one counch before using you as a bridge to the other. You feel vulnerable and small. There is no way you'll use your hands as your husband is now making sure you need to them avoid falling.

There is one awkward question to be asked. "Wh-what if I drip, husband? What if I leave a stain?" You mutter worried. This is a heirloom. What will your possible children or family or guests say if there was a stain of your desires?

Aemond scoffs a bit as if he does not understand the problem. You feel his hands squeeze your ass as a warming up for what comes next. "Mhm. What do you mean what if? I know you by now. Your pussy wets so easily." You want to speak but he clicks his tongue as a warning. You remain silent.

His fingers go through your hair once more and you feel him pat you as if you are a pet he is very attached to. You lean into his touch and adore every single moment of it. "Count out loud, and ask me for more." He says.

You nod and accept your punishment. He hits you hard right away. There is a print of his hands on your ass. You are certain. When you blink tears, roll down your cheeks. Your body loves it. Your entrance opens wide and aches for him to enter. You want to hold yourself to something but have no choice. He has you spread, and he calls the shots. .

There is a rough smack as a warning. You blush as you hear your husband's displeased voice.

"We will do it over every time you make a mistake." He groans and warns you.

You need to count for him, and you need to thank him. Simple as that. You thought.

Aemond's hand smacks you using force. You cry out before quickly following his requests. You nearly shout with desire and eagerness.

"One! Thank you, my husband. Give me more." You beg lowering your head in a submissive matter. You know he loves you when you act as his pet.

He grins, enjoying this. You wonder how many more smacks you will receive. He did not specify. The spanking is interupted by Aemond softly sucking on your neck. "Good girl. You shall have more." You love his praise and eagerly nod. You are his good girl. You deserve more.

He smacks you once more and this time the tears are back. You welcome them, just as the pain. You bite your lips to prevent a scream and quickly cry out the words he wants to hear. "Nhn! Two! Thank you, my husband. Please more..."

He gives you a soft kiss on your tear stained cheeks licking away the salt of your tears with a smirk.

"As my lady begs." That is you. You are his lady. He smacks down on your red skin and you realise you only become wet of this exchange.

You quickly blurt what he wants to hear once more. "Arh! Three! Nhn. O, o please... more..." Your begs end in moans this time. Your cunt clenches together and you can already picture him taking you firmly. You need him inside you. You need what only he can give you.

He has no plans on taking you, not judging by his evil smirk and his sadistic little gleam in his eye."I will give you 5 for your horrible manners." Five. You are at four. That is reasonable. You will likely get to come with the next one and he will fuck you after it.

"Yes, husband." You say as a good girl.

He hits you the final last time and this time you are convinced he is aiming to make you bleed. The slap was cruel and hard but you know your pleasure is soon here.

"F-four, oh, gods...Thank you..." You moan and gasp as you hear the sound of something unbuttoning. And the sound of leather cracking. He is taking off his pants. He will fuck you. Yes.

You are spanked for the final time and cry out. But the moment you wish to thank him, something is shoved inside you wet dripping cunt making you cry out. It is hard, cold and unmistakably not his cock. It feels the same, the same pointy tip that is shoved inside you. "Argh!" You cry confused and helpless.

He growls. "I didn't hear you count. I think we'll do this one again." He promises displeased but happy that he gets to torture you once more.

You feel whatever is inside you be pushed further in, slowly breaking through your circles. Whimpers and begs leave your body. "Is this the toy?" You wonder out loud. It must be. His cock is not as hard. His cock is not as rough. It is made of flesh and when it is big and enjoyable it still feels different.

You understand that this is what Aemond wanted all along. To push the toy inside you. The toy is making small torturous movements. He groans. "Pay attention." And the toy is removed from you, leaving you wet and needy.

Your head goes up and down in a eager matter befitting of a pet that will soon be rewarded. "Y-yes husband. Forgive me."

You expect a smack but his hands keep from smacking you.

"For this one time, I will let this slide." He promises you.

You are hit once more making five spankings. Actually it were seven if you would keep up with his rules. "Five, husband thank you!" But there is no fucking. Not anymore. Only a dark chuckle as he smacks you again.

The pleasure continues the build as you suffer on your knees, getting spanked left and right and sometimes you hear him tease or scold you for being so naughty. So eager. "Seven, oh seven indeed. Husband, my husband.. i love you so much." Your lust is reaching heights. Your lust is making you delirious.

By the time you are near the ten, your pussy itches for a good fucking that only Aemond can give you. He teases you with softly patting your wet sex. "You'll learn patience and submissiveness this way. Two important qualities for a wife." He murmers in your ear. You wish he would fuck you already. You pant and whine and beg but its all useless.

"Eight nhn husband, please husband. Aemond, my prince. My love. Please i need you inside me." He enjoys hearing you beg but keeps strong.

He does react to that little plea and kisses your sweaty hairs. "We will go until the ten. Can you handle that?" He asks. You nod. You do not want to let him down.

"N-nin-" You feel your entrance being touched and the familair shape of the toy is shoved in. It quickly makes itself at home inside you. You gasp before crying out his name, and with a harsh trust from your husband's fingers the toy goes up and down, screwing you when you need it the most. You fall and lose your battle to the pleasure screaming it out in one long breath filled with pleasure as the toy cruelly fucks you. Your cunt tightens and you allow that to happen. You eagerly close your legs to keep the toy where it is as Aemond roughly shoves and fucks you with it. Tears of pain burn and fall but he keeps fucking and fucking. There is blood dripping on the carriage but he keeps going until you tense up with a heavy begging sigh.

You softly sob and lift your head to look at him. "Please, husband. I need you." You beg. "I need you inside me. Teach me. Show me. Break me apart and fuck my broken pieces." He rises a brow as if to mock you. "Surely you can do better than that?"

You softly Trust your hips but the toy has stopped moving. You cry out frustrated and hungry. "Please, my Prince. My love, my husband....My master. I need a good fucking."

"Why have you earned that pleasure?" And that makes it easy.

You act guilty.

"Th-that is the issue. I have not. My time on the counch has proven I am not capable of listening. I deserve a punishment. I deserve to be fucked and to be owned by my master. I deserve to feel the cock fuck my innocent cunt and to have it desecrate my entire body." You speak full of remorse. Aemond's erection is pressed against your ass and you feel it.

He tries to growl but it ends in a moan. "Yes..."

You continue.

"I-i, I need to understand what it means to be a man's. I need to feel your cock claim me. I need to feel your ire and your dissatisfaction. I need to feel you fuck me and show me how you treat girls who wrong you. Show me how I've wronged you. Take revenge on me." You beg, desperate.

You scream his name and you are sure that they can hear you both in King's Landing and in the North. Your tears burn as he fucks you so cruelly making sure that the toy reaches every single one of your pleasure spots. Your cunt widens and welcomes the toy as if it's a extension of your own body. Your lips pant and part before you release your moans as your husband gives you the fucking of a life time.

Aemond barks that the carriage needs to be stopped. They halt. He drags you outside naked by your hair and spanks you to hurry you up as if he is taming a horse, looking around him for a good place to take you as a man takes his wife.

He decides to drag you with him, past his guards. "I am fucking my wife. You will all stay here." He barks at his soldiers. You are smacked and spanked in front of the soldiers. Aemond chuckles as you cry out ashamed and drags you with him by your hair.

You are pushed on the ground close to the tree. You turn around. Aemond punishes you right away for your defiance by spanking you. You growl. Your cunt is pushed up a bit and you hear Aemond spitting in his hands. He rubs your pussy in with his spit and uses it also on his cock.

It glides in much smoother but the spit makes it difficult to focus. You wonder how it tastes. You wonder what it would be like if he were to spit in your mouth as he sometimes comes in your mouth.

You are fucked by his cock, in the grass near the big tree. The grass tingles your legs but it's soon presses down and no longer annoying you.

Aemond grunts as he fucks you and you allow your cries to mix with his own. You settle in the cool dirt before allowing him to have you as he wishes. The sex is pure dominance and rough as your legs are spread and he feasts upon your pussy as if he has been starving for days. The guards keep away but are still within reach.

You are fucked on your knees, in the tall grass on the bare road. Anyone passing can see Aemond fucking you. Anyone can see the silver haired prince riding his wife, in the open of the fields with nothing to bother him. He will have you as he likes. Birds sing in the distance as you encourage Aemond to bring out his innerbeast by speeding up your trust to a almost needy begging speed.

"I thought I was having a wife, not a whore?" He growls in your ear. You shake your head and just wrap your hand around his big red swollen cock. You rub him off. Eager for his cum.

You are pushed down and fucked once more now eagerly licking off your dirty fingertips. Aemond watches amused as he takes you rough and rougher. "Nhn! Nhn! Nhn!" Your cries make him more than happy. He enjoys hearing your moans of pain and of pleasure.

You are held down and Aemonds cock slams in before ravishing you on the spot. You wish for soft pillows as the ground hurts but the pleasure makes up for it. Your pussy is bleeding and cum and spit mix when it drips down your legs. Aemond speeds it up even more cruelly massacring you, or so it feels. He will destroy you. Your cries keep coming and they only become louder alarming a few guards. None of them stop the prince.

You do not want to stop him. "Yes, it is yours. Take me. I am your whore." You confess softly in his ear before running your hands through his sweaty hair. He groans and gently pushes your head down so you can't be injured. He grabs your legs, Wraps them around your hips and starts having you as a savage would have his spoil.

You look to the clouds and the sun as Aemond takes you in the tall grass. It is one of the few times where you get it laying down, not bended as a whore. Your pleasure is too high. Any moment you can fall. You beg and fuck your husband back as good as you can. But you are exhausted. You are weak and soft and needy. You need him. Aemond smiles when seeing your defeated face before shoving his cock down your cunt and trapping you under his body. The intercourse goes too fast but your body does not mind. Aemond licks off a few tears by your eyes. "Come, my pet. Come. Show your master what a good girl you can be."

You needed that.

You are allowed now.

You let yourself go and finish in front of a very statisifed Aemond. Your cries become soft and timid as you feel very tired. The edge has worn off. Aemond grins, spreads your legs and haves your wet spoils moaning in pleasure before he injects himself into your cunt. You welcome the sharp pain of the cock but can't help the moans and groans of pain.

He waits until you have caught your breath before dragging you back to the carriage. Your legs hurt and you are thankful when you reach the carriage.

The guards bow respectful to Aemond. They avoid looking at you at all costs. "My prince." One of them says.

Aemond grabs your arm and throws you inside the carriage.

"In, with you." He says simply. You know it is a act.

He changes from the man to the beast. "We are finished here. We can continue our journey to King's Landing." He says lazily shrugging before hopping in the carriage as well.

When the guards are back on the road and the carriage is riding you are still blushing of your sinful adventure. "Aemond, I never did anything like that. I never been so intimate in a place so...Public." You whisper to him as the doors are closed. He chuckles.

You frown right away.

"What would your guards think of me?" You wonder when nervously toying with one of your own rings.

Aemond takes your hand very suddenly and you both flinch at that. "That you were a good wife for severing your husband in the open fields of fucking nowhere." That makes you sound proper and faithful. Not as a slut or a whore.

You beam slightly.

"Y-you think so, Aemond?'

He nods. "I know so. Anyone who talks badly about you, will have their tongues removed." That is unnecessary but you won't say that to him.

"Thank you, Husband."

"You are quite welcome, little fox." He speaks before smiling very carefully at you. You return his smile.

He watches your hands curiously but does not reach out anymore. He clears his throat before turning his head away. You sigh a bit disappointed which makes him feel...

It makes him feel things. He sits up a bit straighter and grabs your gown from the other counch. He turns it inside out and back, and finally opens the corset for you. "Do you wish to dress?" He asks, holding the dress. You look around the small carriage.

"I would love so, but I am afraid we are short on space."

You stand between the couches as Aemond holds you so you won't fall over. You put the dress on. Only with the final part you need help. The corset. Aemond chuckles before slowly lacing your corset back. "How tight do you want it?"

"As if its your cock fucking me." You reply cheekily. Aemond groans in your ear and mutters something about sinfulness and the gods but you pay him no mind.

Weeks after that you both spend the time to King's Landing. When you finally arrive by the Red Keep, Aemond is greeted by the King himself.

You have never been outside of the North and the beauty of snowless lands fascinate you. The red keep is imposing and a reminder how powerful the Targaryens really are.

Aemond helps you out of the carriage first, making sure you are accounted for and well. He gives you a soft kiss on your lips before struting to the king.

"My king." He says before bowing for his brother. You see Aegon eye you full of suspicion and worry. Alicent seems shocked by the reveal, and you just wave by lack of options.

Aegon chuckles amused by his loyalty. "Rise, my brother. Rise. We have enough to discuss." Without telling you what that is, they walk to the entrance of the big castle.

Alicent waits until they have left before turning her red haired head to you.

She speaks sweetly, but her eyes are deadly as the eyes of a viper. You feel uneasy and haunted. You wish she would stop treating you so but you made the mistake of angering her. She sizes you up and down, eying your belly. "So, my daughter in law. Have you given my son a heir yet?"

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Delicously dark! Aemond x OC (Snow falls, Chapter 16: Await our turn.

CONCEPT: You are Willa Wyldewoods, lady of Wyldecrest. After being denied your hand in marriage, Aemond murders your family and makes himself Lord of WyldeCrest, out-powering you. He claims you as his wife and spoils, He commands and goes over your home now and as you will learn right now: No one is safe under his reign. Not even you.

WARNINGS: Painplay, smut, rough sex, himulation, aemond being an asshole to his wife, dom/sub themes, cussing, torture, pleasure control and denial and other dark smuttish things but its consentual, spankings, choking, aemond getting off on willa/oc's pain and being a sadist, oc being a sub. NECROMANY AND MAJOR CHARACTER DEAD AS WELL AS LOSS OF A CHILD

You will never forget the day that you found out that your mother had died. It was snowing as always. Aemond was just a guest. You weren't married to him yet.

Until he took hold of the castle and everyone in it. You remember crying when he married you, and you remember mourning your parents. You felt alone and scared. The duties forced upon you were heavy. You were not only a wife now, you were to be a mother, a plaything and a whore to him as well. He was not gentle and kind, and the first few times hurt.

You wished you could have your mother to hold you. And here she is. Alive and well. She smiles at you, lowering the hood from her head. "It has been quite some time, Willa." She speaks your name as sweet as usual but you fear her.

You back away. What you are seeing can not be real. Your mother is dead. Aemond is dead. This must be a trick. Or worse... It has to be ungodly magic. "Aemond killed you." You mutter.

You do not understand. Aemond did not only kill her, Aemond cut her body into pieces and send it to your enemies. How she is standing right in front of you should not be possible. "Mother, I do not trust you."

The former lady of WyldeCrest grins. "I did not expect anything less. Let me explain a few things to you." She gestures to Aemond's dagger in your hand and to the bloodmoon above your heads.

"What do you know of my old family home?" You feel your face frown in confusion. What does her house have to do with any of this? Yet you anwser.

You heard stories that your mother was injured when she was young by a fire. Her family was killed. Your father took her into his house for shelter and the two of them fell in love. They had your brother Mychal, your brother Brand and finally later, you.

Your teeth are clenching as you speak. You do not like that she is avoiding the questions. "That it was in the riverlands. It was called the Beakers and the sigil is a seabass."

There is that scoffing smile again. But it is almost painful and breakable. "I see you remember the tales I told you." She sounds proud.

You are insulted that you think you would forget that. "Of course. You are my mother." At least you hope so. "Can you tell me the brief version?" Your mother smirks.

Your head is hurting. "All you need to know is that you are lady Willa WyldeWoods. But you are also part of my house. House DolkBurg." That does not explain enough to you.

It is not enough for you. "And the fact that my husband was dead and you were too?" You demand an answer. You grab her arm. You stop when there is blood on your fingers. From when you cut her.

She sighs. "I studied with a witch, as is common in my house. In Ashai. We learned forbidden magic. But all magic has a price. Only death can pay for life. I knew your father was dead. So I bonded his soul to mine. I lived, but Aemond thought he had killed me." She used your father as a weapon to survive.

There is one thing that sits uneasy. If only dead can pay for life; how come Aemond is alive? Who paid that price? And there is one other thing bothering you...

She did not come back for you. Not once. You feel tears sting. "Then... Who paid the price this time?" You eye Aemond uncertainly. It can't be you. You would have been dead by now.

She reaches out and touches your belly. "Your son did. I linked the two of them when I heard Aemond was dying. Your son withered away and saved his life." Withered away. As if he was a mere weed.

You glare as you bawl your fists. "Your son was going to die either way." She reassures you when you glare at her through tears. "He was going to be a stillborn. You are lucky he got cut out before you had to tell Aemond that his precious son had died. I am not sure he would've taken that well." She chuckles to herself, but you are silent. There is truth in that.

You see the truth now. Your mother is a witch. "It was you, wasn't it? Who saved my life all those years ago? When I was ill?" They called it a miracle. You know better now. It was dark magic.

She caresses your face. "Yes, my darling. I did." She speaks sweet as your sigil, but her eyes are full of warnings and threats.

There is another thing you don't understand. If she cared enough to keep you alive, why bring back the man that hurt you time after time? "Why did you revive Aemond?"

She sighs dramatically. "I like the idea of my daughter sitting that throne. The king is not bright. He is unloved, and tragedy is not done playing with them yet. Move at the right moment, and the throne will be yours."

"What if I don't want the throne?" She shrugs at your choice of words.

There is one last thing to be asked. "Who paid that price when I was sick?" You ask. "I died. Who saved my life?"

You already put two and two together, but you need to hear it from her lips. She grabs your face to manipulate you further into thinking that she loves you. "Your brother did." You just know whom she is referring to. Her own boy of four summers old died mysteriously the same winter you were born.

She killed your own brother. Her own flesh and blood. "You killed Mychal?" You can't believe it. He was only four summers old and innocent.

Your mother rolls her eyes whining a bit. "Do not look at me like that, Willa. I was raised differently. Men are incapable of carrying on our tradition. Therefore, we either must give them away or put them out of their misery." You think of Brand. Your other brother. Was she planning to kill him as well?

You let your tears fall. "I will never use this magic." You vow.

She sighs as if she pities you. "Willa, that is good because you can't use that magic. You were born during the northern full moon during a snowstorm. It clouded the bloodtree. Our sigil."

She takes two steps back. "Take good care of your husband, Willa." She vanishes yet again.

---- You slept terrible. Nightmares of the assassins haunted you. But also nightmares of Aemond and your stillborn son. Of Your mother and her dark magic.

When the first few rays of daylight shine, you sit up in the bed. Aemond is gone. Your first instinct is to panic, but you know he is safe and already up.

You get dressed, accepting that you won't be sleeping anymore. The door of your room is opened. You sit up straight and proper like a lady. Your husband enters.

You wish him a good morrow, but you notice there are new walls between the two of you now. His voice cuts through you as if it is a blade made of steel. "We are leaving." Leaving?

You shake your head, terrified of that thought. "Aemond, wait..." You rapidly get out of the bed and rush to him. You pull him into your arms and just feel his heartbeat. "It is early."

There is a dark smirk on his lips. A smirk you haven't missed at all. His hands reach for your ass squeezing it tightly beneath your gown. "O, I am well aware."He groans in your ear. "Grab a small bag. We are leaving this frozen shithole." You gawk insulted.

You can't bear the thought of leaving home. "No. We will talk about this." You promise him and yourself. "I am not your plaything. I am your wife. You will listen to me as well." You two made too much progress.

He chuckles, amused as he slowly steps forward. "I see how it is. One little act of kindness, and we are right back where we started with your training." Fear grows in your belly as well as excitement and wetness.

You force yourself to be brave and to glare at him. "Aemond, I understand that you are scared..." You try to see it from his point of view. He was attacked here. He died here. He lost his son here.

He growls before taking hold of your throat. He applies more pressure than usual. He wants to hurt you. "I am not scared!" Aemond raises his voice at you when you try to break free. He leans in and whispers in your ear. "You are. You always have been. I bet you never set foot outside these woods! You have no one left but me, little wife. You will obey me and follow my orders!" He is so angry that there is a bit of spit in your face.

You whine pathetically. "Aemond, you hurt me." You mutter, and you know it is no good.

He finally drops you as if you are something dirty. Something rotten. He clicks his fingers at you as if you are a dog that he tells to lay down. "Good. Bed. Now." He commands you, slightly narrowing his eyes when you do not obey right away.

You do not move an inch. Your mouth tells him something dangerous. Something disastrous. Aemond hates setbacks. Aemond hates disobedience. Aemond hates everything that might interrupt his perfect plotted plans. "No!" You speak. "You will not have me. You will sit down and we will talk about this as is the right and healthy thing to do!"

There is not a single muscle in his face that moves. No smirk is made. No smile is cracked. No eyes bat or blink. He just stares at you calmly. Without any emotion. "Undress." He says as if he did not hear your protests. He folds his hands on his back and waits for you to strip. He thinks you will do the right thing and yield.

Perhaps you can distract him. He was on the edge of dead. "You said you wanted to leave? Shouldn't I pack?" You ask him.

He pins you down on the bed. You struggle. You try to fight him off as he pins you on the matrass. He rips off his eyepatch and forces you to kiss his scarred socket. You whimper weak and terrified. "The only that you should be wrapping is my cock when your whore mouth takes it in." You struggle as he keeps pressing you down, bending your arms causing tears in your eyes.

He smiles and makes sure his erection is known to you. "You feel that, little wife? You feel my cock press against your little legs? You must be so fucking pleased. You are exactly where you want to be, aren't you? You want to get fucked. You want that little cunny sticky and dirty." He rips the gown open; revealing your breasts. Your nipples tell enough. You lower your head in shame and cover them.

He leans in closer to your breasts and takes both of your hands. He rips them from your breasts, exposing your nipples to him. He chuckles as he sees the effect he has on you. "My little sinful pet. Your cunt must be wet too. I think, I think I'll take a little look myself." You are wet. There is no denying that. You won't make this easy for him.

You are, however, pinned down easily, and your gown is ripped from under now, too. You feel the cold air from the window tickle your sensitive cunt. He leans in closer and closer until his lips leave a soft teasing and core shaking kiss. There is a weak sound leaving your mouth.

He is amused by you."Yes, I bet your little cunt just cries for gentleness. I haven't been gentle with you, have I now, pet?" You think of the fucking and the spanking. Gentle is not a word to describe him.

He grins at your anger and your pouting lips. He knows you are well stimulated and ready for his cock. He is waiting on purpose. "How does your master fuck you?" He whispers in your ear. "Show me. Show how beautiually you can obey me." You shiver at his requests. He begs for you in a way.

But you won't bow. He licks his lips, tasting your wetness as he moans."O, a silent pet. I like silent pets. Father used to discipline me when I was a child. You know what he told me when I once ripped a page in his old history book on accident?" He grins. "He told me that everyone has a breaking point."

Your legs are spread as you end up on your ass, legs in the air. Your legs are spread as wide as possible before he slowly blows hot air at your entrance. Your body likes that.

Aemond chuckles. "Keep them spread." He warns you with a soft slap on your cunny. You want to tear up in pain but instead keep obeying him like a good girl, keeping your arms wrapped around your legs.

He returns briefly. Your cunt clenches when you see your husband again. He holds an exciting new toy, a pair of handcuffs. But they are not for your hands. He clicks them with a smirk, causing you to flinch.

He smiles. He chains your feet together so you can't close them anymore. And your hands are next. He watches you intruged. "How does my little pet feel?" He asks, gently stroking your entrance, dipping just the top of his finger in. You feel your wet hot cunt swallow it eagerly and you fight every instinct to roll your hips to let him sink in deep. To statisify that need deep inside of you.

His finger makes little circles. "I am upset with you. Your defiance is disappointing. Especially since I granted you such a big reward..."

Your scoff is interrupted as he eases the finger down slowly stroking you, eagerly scrapping you out as if you are bottle of honey he can't wait to taste. He brings his soaked fingers to his thin lips and licks off your drips. You moan at the sight.

Aemond does not allow you to enjoy it for long. "Yield, little pet." He tells you instead.

You lower your head. He is pleased with your surrender. "Good girl. Do you accept me?" He asks, taking off his belt. He drops it before working on his pants. You start to pant and nod.

Your response is weak. "Y-yes, I accept you."

He laughs as if he has gone mad. "Good. But now I need to hear one last sentence." He rubs his cock. You watch in awe. You should be doing that. With your tongue. You should taste his precum and you should be the one to make him come.

You beg, once more. "I accept you, my master. Please fuck me." You beg. You are still angry. Of course you are. But you need him. He smiles. He has won.

He takes off his coat and his vest. You watch as his expensive clothing ends up on the floor. "I will fuck you. Close your eyes." He tells you. You wonder how he will do that, with you in that position. He takes hold of your chin and releases only when your eyelids are closed obediently.

You hear nothing but the silence. The wind blowing outside and your own breathing. Until you hear something rapidly being swinged and the sound of leather cracking on skin.

The pain is unrecognisable and humiliating.Your cunt hurts as if someone lit it on fire. "Ow!" Your eyes burst open as tears fall down your cheeks. Aemond has taken his belt and it howers over your cunt. He hits again and somehow seeing it happen makes the pain even worse.

Aemond grins when you sob in pain. "I never wanted to fuck you. You like that. You deserve to suffer." He tells you. "Now, my little pet. I have seen enough of this hell. You will pack a bag, because we will leave before sundown." He promises you when putting his clothing back on. He is going to leave you here. Like this.

"H-husband? Aemond? You forgot the cuffs." You remind him awkwardly. He smirks.

"Your maids can help you with that. I like the sight of your little cunt red and swollen and just begging for me."

He leaves with a heartless chuckle.

--- Bertha finds you. She has unchained you like you asked but she is clearly judging you. You tell her that Aemond wants to move back to King's Landing and that your heart tells you to remain here. "My lady, you should flee him. Just run." She tells you when you pack your favourite dresses for the journey. You also pack your stuffed little fox.

You dryly point to your sapphire eye tattoo. "Yes, because that went well the last time. Aemond will find me no matter where I go. He is determined and stubborn."

You watch as hope and light die. You are handed a familair blue leather covered book. "Your drawing book, my lady. You always were drawing." You haven't glanced at your drawings for years.

The first few pages are full of attempted foxes. It was the first animal you wanted to draw. The next page is full of hearts and stars and other shapes. You smile as you watch your artstyle improve and quickly browse the pages.

Until you see it. Your smile dies. The final page of the book resembles a terrifying drawing. You try to make sense of it as you sit down watching the book. You see a large bloodred tree. You never saw it before. But you know that is your mother's sigil.

You ignore it for now slapping it shut. You shelf the book. "I don't need my drawings in King's Landing." You at least hope so. The drawings are not good enough to even ask stones for.

-- Aemond waits for you by the carriage that evening. You have a bag with you and wear your favourite fox coat. He opens the carriage for you and helps you in. He follows inside himself. Guards escort the carriage. The carriage is an old heirloom from your family.

Your husband either does not know, does not care, or has no desire to wait for a Targaryen carriage to arrive.

You put your bag by your feet and sit down on the cold fabric of the carriage. Aemond sits on the other bench. "I asked Bertha to keep an eye at the house." Aemond tells you. "A few guards will remain here as well. We don't want that whore to take this hell." You know he refers to his sister. The Queen Rhaenyra.

It is odd. The assassins said she was behind this. They said it themselves. But you have the feeling, based on what your father told you about her grace that she would never even entertain such a horrible thought to kill a child.

That is more Aemond's style. But you know he wanted heirs. He can't shut up about it whenever you two fuck. He boasts about impregnating you as if you are his little pet and fucking you until you birth him seven sons, for every kingdom a son.

You saw his surprise. You saw him bleed and die. There is no way he could have planned that.

Or could he?

He breaks from a lusty stare at your breasts. He puts his legs up, and with just his knee, he stimulates you through your clothing. He winks and pats his knee. "I am glad she finally has learned some manners. Now, will you show me what you learned, or do you like the spankings?" You are still wet with desire. You know he can make you feel delirious with lust.

Your cheeks burn with shame and desire. You want to crawl on his leg and feel that knee fuck you through your clothes. You want to feel him softly slap and spank your ass. "It's alright to admit it, my little pet. Just tell me that you love my spankings, and I am more than happy to spank you." You won't make this easy.

You think of how he spanked. How hard he smacked you with a belt. "You already spanked me." You remind him with a eyeroll.

That was a mistake. Aemond's good eye narrows in displeasure. "Ah, she talks." He smirks slyly and victorious. "I thought I married a mute for a moment there." The mute and the half blind. You would make a lovely couple.

Another silence follows. The carriage ride is unpleasant and uncomfortable. Aemond uses this time to make up for what you refuse to do in the morning. He oggles you as if he is a little boy with his hands in the sweets he can't wait to taste. You look at your hands and refuse to pay him any mind.

Hours later, Aemond suddenly sits up and watches you as you play with your necklace. You are nervous from his gawking. "I bet you never been this far from home before. Have you?" He asks.

You are surprised by that. Why does he even care? You shake your head, letting go of your necklace. "No, I have not."

He eyes the window. "Hm. What do you think of the view?" What is there to think of? You passed hundreds of little villages and countless trees. They will never be home. The air, the clouds even the way the carriage rocks is different than WyldeCrest.

You do not respond. He growls. "Shall I tell you what you think?" You like to see him try. He does not understand anything about you.

You scoff. Let's see him try "You are welcome to try."

Aemond looks out the windo, judging the better clothing of the people that have come out to see what is happening. "You think: This is far more civilised than my own home. You worry you will stand out. You will stand out. We are from different kingdoms, you and I." You do your best to not sigh scoff or roll your eyes.

He smiles at that. "But, if you keep being a good pet and shut up that little mouth of yours, I might be able to sell the story to my family that I finally tamed you." He says. You will not be paraded around as his pet.

He notices your displeasure. He reads you as if you are a book. He sinks back on the bench and pushes his crotch up a bit before slowly unlacing his trousers. You gulp.

You watch anxiously as if a monster can come out any moment now. "I am a little bored. We have hours left. I think I have a fun little task for you to keep you occupied." You once were innocent but not anymore. You know what he thinks of.

You grab a book from your bag and show him the cover. The pirate princess. "I brought a book for me to read." You tell him excitedly. Aemond takes the book from you, pretends to read it, and throws it out of the window. You yelp, staring at your beloved book as it lands within your reach.

You open the door. "My book! Please get me my book!" You beg the guard riding close to the carriage. "Please, it's a heirloom." The only thing left from your grandmother.

Aemond chuckles amused as you panic and start crying as a little helpless girl. "You are begging the wrong man for your book." Him. You should beg him. You would rather not, but you want your book.

What is more important: reminding him angry you are from moving or getting your book back?

You swallow your pride and fears and beg him. "Please, husband, return me my book. Please." You beg pathetic just as he likes. Aemond clicks his tongue and points to his feet. You sink off the bench, begging at his feet. "Please, my good sweet master. Return my book to me."

His voice is heavy with lust and arousal as he smirks, slowly unbuttoning your vest so he can see your breasts poke through your gown. "What do I get in exchange?"

You have nothing left for him to take. "My gratitude and a kiss?" You ask.

He scoffs, getting in your face with his own. Your nose is pressed against his as he forces his lips on your left ear. He hisses. "I am Prince Aemond of house Targaryen. Do you think that will statisify me?" No.

It was all the ideas you had. "No." You admit, hanging your head, eyes stinging with little tears. You avoid looking at him when the tears roll. You know it's stupid, but for a while, that book was your only friend. And he threw it out as if it was nothing.

He sighs. "I would act quick if I were you. You can pick up your little book, and when you get here, I will collect what you owe me." He tells the guards to stop the carriage, and they obey him.

You rush out of the carriage, jumping out and running down the road following the traces of the carriage to find your beloved book.

You find the book near a river. It is not soaked, but there is sand on the cover. You whipe the cover clean before rushing back to the carriage. You quietly wonder as you approach if Aemond is that cruel to tell his horses to speed it up so you end up running behind him.

You don't see him near the guards near the carriage. Your heart sinks. Until you spot him lecturing a guard. The guard seems embarrassed as Aemond grabs him by the throat. You overhear just a little bit, but it's enough to understand. "Do not fucking dare to aim your pathetic crossbow at her, unless you want to have it showed down your throat, you scum." He warns the guard.

The guard is quick to nod and even drops his crossbow. He trembles. You remind your husband you are back. "My prince. Shall we continue our journey? Surely your time is better invested elsewhere?"

Aemond chuckles as if you challenged him. You quickly mutter. "His commander should discipline him. You are above him." He nods as if approving that. He sees the book in your hand. You clutch it tightly.

He smirks, scoffing. "Ah. The little book that is worth so much trouble." He says. His brow briefly twists with confusion before rising slightly above his socket. He rereads the title and the author. "I think I know this one." He says, finally.

You hand it over. "You do? You read?" You ask, surprised. You know he can read. But you did not know that it was a hobby of him.

He flips the pages and eagerly reads the words. "Of course. Reading is combat training for the mind, little fox." He stops reading halfway in the book, and a small sly smirk grows on his lips.

You remember reading the book when you were little but also when you were a woman grown. You remember the tingles your belly made when reading how the pirate and the princess finally made love.

Judging his smirk, he is reading that right now. You worry what he'll think of it. He must think you are improper and a slut.

You receive a soft spanking on your behind, causing you to yelp as Aemond grabs you. Guards respectfully turn their heads away, granting you as much peace and privacy as you are going to get.

He leans in before kissing your mouth, muttering something in your ear. "O, you dirty minded little thing." It is an insult, but you feel praised and loved.

You blink. "What are you talking about, husband?" You act as if you do not know. Aemond sees your shaking legs and your trembling hands. He notices the change in your voice and the way you play with your necklace, avoiding his eye.

Aemond chuckles. "There's profanity in here. Quite the inappropriate reading material for any lady, especially highborn ones. I will think about this."

You find it unfair. He gets to fuck with any woman he wants and you are punished for reading a book. "We'll talk in the carriage, little pet." He warns before forcing you in. You hang your head and obey sitting down as Aemond holds the book.

He pats his leg. You sit down on his lap as he holds you close, sighting deeply. "My naughty little pet. You keep surprising me." That does not sound good.

He is going to throw it out. "Please don't throw it out, Aemond. This book is maybe sinful and against what you want for me, but I am quite attached to the story." You beg him.

Your fox coat is pushed off your shoulders. He takes off your necklace, too. He makes sure you sit comfortable before rubbing your back. "Did it make your tummy tingle when you first read it? Was this the first time you felt as a woman?" He groans darkly in your ear.

Your mouth opens, but you hold back the whimpers. He wants to know about the first time you enjoyed the book more than you should have. You nervously touch your dress, pulling a loose treat. "As a woman? You confuse me, husband.' You lie smoothly.

He knows you are lying and avoiding his question. "Let me simplify: Did this little book make your little cunny wet for the first time?" He sings softly in your ear, enchanting you and turning your mind to dust with every single tune.

You do not dare admit it out loud but nod with an ashamed red blush on both your cheeks. He likes hearing that. "Describe that experience to me."

You bite down on your lip. "It was confusing and scary at first. But it felt good..." Your voice is soft as a whisper. You doubt he even heard it.

He rubs your knees to comfort you. "Yes, it usually is, isn't it? Tell me, when you picked up the book, did you know you would stumble upon that filth?" You would never even dare to look at books that improper.

You often blushed and felt uncomfortable as your Septa prepared you for marriage life by telling you patiently what a man does with his wife on his wedding night. She did not prepare you for Aemond in the slightest.

You shake off that memory. "N-no, it was a surprise, and It shocked me, husband. I hoped they would marry first and perhaps defeat their foes and live happily ever after." You confess. You feel foolish right after that confession. He must think you are not only lusty but also stupid.

Aemond smirks. "Tell me, did you know what a cock was when it was described to you?" He firmly rubs your back. "Did you learn another word for it?"

You wish. Your father used that word a lot to insult man who would not listen."No, husband. My father had a..foul mouth. I am afraid I know more improper words than a sailor." You admit softly.

You expect him to lecture you but instead he laughs at that. You allow yourself to smile as well. He becomes serious again. "Did the pirate ever disciplined his princess?" He wonders.

You think he did not. Not once. Not ever. Not the way Aemond disciplines you. "Why would he, husband? He is her true love." You say. "He loves her too much to hurt her."

You want to say something else, but Aemond silences you as he leaves a trail of kisses on your neck. You shiver. He sucks on your collarbone before leaving a bit of possessive little kisses. "Oh, little pet. So deliciously naive." He moans.

You nod but stop that the moment he possessively bites in your neck, leaving a mark. You whimper and moan at the same time. You like the pain but love the pleasure.

Your husband makes sure you understand why he disciplines you."Sometimes we don't discipline people because we hate them, sometimes we discipline them because we love them." He gives you a lot to think about.

Your husband leans back and pulls you on top of him before gently tapping your nose. "Now, my little pet. Your master wants his promised reward for giving you your book back."

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Dark!Aemond x oc (Snow falls chapter 15: Fire & Blood)

CONCEPT: You are Willa Wyldewoods, lady of Wyldecrest. After being denied your hand in marriage, Aemond murders your family and makes himself Lord of WyldeCrest, out-powering you. He claims you as his wife and spoils, He commands and goes over your home now and as you will learn right now: No one is safe under his reign. Not even you.

WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER ALONE: Death, blood, lose of child.

You find the Maester in his study rooms. Aemond did not kill and replace him. You wonder why, but it is likely due to the fact that Maesters are hard to come by. He would need to get a new maester and likely can't risk waiting for one. He is hated in the kingdom. Any replacement can be a spy or worse a assassin.

Maester Erner helped deliver you into this world. He is pleasantly surprised when you enter his office. "Lady Willa. What a lovely surprise." He steps forward, his chains dangling. He has kind and loyal eyes.

You greet him back. "Maester Erner. We need your help, if you please. My husband needs help." You turn around and drag Aemond by his arm to the Maester.

Your Maester gulps when your husband approaches slowly slouching before sitting down in the chair by the window. You take off his coat for him and kiss his cheek. Aemond mumbles softly in your ear. "I can get used to this." He smirks. You sigh a bit, but instead of becoming furious, you slowly touch his face and run your fingers through his long silver hair. You really hope he will be fine.

Maester Erner approaches Aemond. As you would expect, Aemond turns away stubbornly. "Husband, Aemond... please, let him help you. For me?" You ask. Aemond sighs but accepts. The maester inspects Aemonds fresh burns.

The maester opens the left window in his office and puts a bit of snow on a fresh linen cloth. It is pressed against Aemond's burns, who groans slightly as it cools him and eases his pains. You gently take the cloth from the maester. "Let me, Maester Erner." You press the cloth against Aemond's burned hand. You deb the sensitive red skin.

Aemond endures it for a few moments before trying to stand up. You push him back in the chair, surprising both of you with your strength. The maester chuckles gently. "He will be just fine, Willa. With you by his side, he can handle anything."

You help Aemond up, but he manages just fine. He pokes your nose with his finger and grabs you by your hips with both his hands smirking as you slightly flinch at his cold hand. "I can manage just fine, little fox. Thank you for being so loyal to me." He speaks before gently kissing your lips. You lean into his touch and caress his face. He lets you. He actually allows you to touch him.

There is a soft cough as the Maester reminds you both that you are guests in his rooms. You blush before exiting with Aemond close behind you.

Aemond takes you with him to the courtyard. By the big gate are two big bonfires. Children laugh when dancing around it or throw snowballs at each other. A few, that is. You notice a big group of people keeping far away from the festival, anger written in their eyes. When Aemond goes off to find yet another waffle, you make your over to them.

You wave enthusiastically. "Good morrow! Why are you all standing in the cold shadow? Please join the others." You gesture to the different stands with vendors selling goods. "You can all get as much waffles as you like, as much delicious hot coco and more! Curtsy of my husband."

With your encouragement, a few children drag their mothers with them. You barely see any fathers. None; in fact.

A small boy with bright eyes speaks up suddenly. His voice is very soft but has a rough edge to it. "I don't want to go near the prince." He growls when glaring at you. As if he judges you.

You chuckle a little nervous by his piercing bright eyes. "Aemond? He is not as scary as he appears. His eye is a bit ... Unique Yes, but -" the boy cuts you off.

He gets in your face. "I am not scared of that one eyed fuck." Your eyes widen as you quickly look around for any guards that may have heard him.

His mother hushes him. "Leewan! You should not say such things. The prince is a powerful man. He can hurt you. Look what he did to your father." Your head spins as a memory you tried to suppress comes flooding back.

When Aemond was doing the executions, a small boy rushed to him and picked up a sword. He challenged Aemond to a duel. You remember little of it as Aemond laughed in his face before suggesting that if he could pick up a sword, he should be fighting in the war. The boy backed away, terrified.

He is not terrified anymore. "He killed my father. He called him a traitor before slashing his head off. I don't want to throw snowballs. I don't want his food. I'd rather starve." He says much to your horror. Food is everything for villagers. Food means survival. That they reject it, and a child especially...that kills you.

"O," you foolishly mutter. "That..." You try to find the right words.

The mother of the child gasps before protecting her son, steering him away from you. "You have forgotten how he slaughtered your people already? It is true what they say about you, Lady Willa. You may be born in a castle, but you belong in a brothel." She and the other people take off, leaving the festival less populated than other years.

You blink back tears as you remember all the horrors Aemond committed here. You walk past the statue of your sigil. The snowfox. You did what was right.

Or did you just do what was easy? You and Aemond are on better foot now. But for how long? And how long until this war tears you apart?

You find Aemond by a jewellery stand. You overhear him haggling with the vendor about a beautiful necklace with a little fox attached to it. "O, there she is. My love. Come; I want you to pick something." He says, dragging you with him with a grin. You feel even more horrible as he tries different jewellery on you. You are just a pet.

You might be his wife, but you are also just a toy. Once he is sick of you, he'll cut your throat and throw you away. He stops the moment he looks at your face. "You seem upset."

You do not want to answer that. A few tears escape as you try to keep strong. Other people should not be bothered by your dramatics. They are here for the festival. This should be fun for them.

Sadly, Aemond follows you, worried. He grabs you by your arm. "Please talk." He begs you.

You shrug, trying to hide your emotions. "I am just remembering some things. I used to attend these with my parents." You say shaking.

Aemond response kills you. "O..." it is a nonchalant little o. Careless. Emotionless. Without any regret.

You huff. "Is that all you have to say? O? You killed them in cold blood. You were invited into their home, and you killed them, Aemond."

He thinks before speaking, and you hope that whatever he says is good. "I am sorry for killing them. I am sorry." He says. "I am not sorry for following my duty. For protecting my kingdom and dealing a blow to that whore-"

You huff before walking away. You do not need to hear the rest of that sentence. You enter the festival grounds again. A vendor is selling wine just near the study rooms. That is just what you needed.

You head to the man. "Lady Willa!" You already cringe frightened for the insults he will yell at you.

But he smiles, reassuring. A smile tells says he won't hurt you. "My lady. May I offer you a fine cup of wine? You seem like you can use it." You do. You nod, waiting for him to pour a cup for you.

You take the cup from him. You grab a copper coin, but he pushes it away. "No, my lady. This is my gift for the North." He says with a small twinkle in his eyes.

Aemond rushes back to you, regret written across his face. He grabs your hands and knocks the wine cup out of your hand on accident ruining your dress. "Willa, I am sorry for what I did. I am." He says, and he sounds sincere.

You stare at your ruined dress. He must mean that. "It is just a dress." You reassure him.

He sighs. "It is not about your bloody dress. I am sorry. I wasn't your husband then, but I am now. I will protect you." He promises before kissing your forhead.

You kiss him back. You embrace him and hold him tightly. He rubs your back. You chuckle warmly. "I can't wait until our child is grown. I want to learn them how to ride dragon, but I want to have many days on festivals just like this." Aemond murmers in your ear.

You chuckle a little nervous. "May I have another cup?" The man smiles. His green eyes sparkle.

He grabs two cups. "Of course, my lady. Does your husband like one as well?" He asks. You look over to Aemond. He nods.

You see, Maester Erner leaves his chambers. He walks to the doors to the festival grounds and closes them behind him."How do you call this wine?" You ask, out of pure curiosity.

The man smiles, and you see a few rotten teeth. "It's not something a Northern girl can pronounce. This recipe is from old valyria."

Aemond looks closer and closer to the illustration at the stall. "Is that..." He sinks to his knees to study it closer.

A servant boy walks to you both. You pay him no mind. "My lord? I have a special message for you." That voice. You recognise it. You see the hatred burn in the kid's eyes. Leewan. It's a trap.

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Aemond has no idea and smiles, answering his questions. You rush over, but the boy is faster. He unveils his hidden dagger and rapidly stabs Aemond in the stomach. You scream in horror as he collapses to the floor. The vendor that helped you jumps from behind the stall, and instead of helping Aemond, he grins. "A son for a son. I bet you wished that dragon whore of yours was here to save you now!" He taunts Aemond before ripping his eyepatch off. He takes out his sapphire eye.

You panic. A guard approaches with a mean smirk. He grabs you by your arm and pulls you to his chest. "Watch, you one eyed freak. Watch as we kill your precious little pet and your precious little bastard." Bastard? What is he talking about?

The air is pushed out of your lungs. A knife is placed against your throat. The servant boy has stopped attacking Aemond. Aemond is forced to sit up and watch the knife go through your clothing, closer and closer to your belly. The guard that holds you smirks. "Hello. We haven't exactly met. I am Blood. Nice to meet you." You whimper terrified.

"And that there is my colleague, Cheese." He says with a smirk at the vendor. You whimper.

Aemond weakly grunts. "Do not..hurt them. It is me..you want. Kill me. Be done with it."

Cheese chuckles. "That would make you a hero, wouldn't it, Kinslayer? You are going to suffer the exact same fate as our Queen. You gloated and boasted when you took her son. Now you will lose your own child." He promises Aemond.

You think back of the last time you had your time. You can't recall. Your moodswings. It all makes sense. Aemond avoids your eye. He knew.

You realise it. You stumble on your feet. You are with child. Aemond's child. And they plan to kill you and your child.

You tear up. You open your mouth to scream. For anyone. "Do not bother. Your little servants were so eager to help us. That is what happens when you rape and kill their friends. You dumb fucking cunt." Aemond is kicked in his bleeding gut. He cries out in pain.

You want to rush to his side but can't. "Do not hurt him!" You beg them in tears. "Please don't hurt us. Aemond has changed."

Cheese and Blood laugh. "Changed? What, are you stupid girl? Aemond is a monster. A child won't change him. I am doing you both a favour. Aemond will he be a horrible father. He never had a good father himself." That takes you by surprise.

Aemond lifts his head. "T-true. I never.. but I will..protect.. " Aemond mumbles something else. You see the blood rapidly spread on the tiles.

Cheese is cruel. "You can't even stand. You're pathetic. Centuries from now, no one will remember you. The Queen will sit that throne, and your little bastard will be a sweet comfort for her grace." You need to escape, or they will cut your child out.

"My father bended the knee to her grace. He told me Rhaenyra embodied the Mother. You should not upset her grace by murdering another child." You beg Cheese. He seems the logical one.

He shakes his head, chuckling as he selects a dagger. "You are just as much of a coward as your husband. You will suffer the consequences. Look at what he did to your face, you whore."

Aemond grunts but nothing else. He can't do anything else.

The little servant watches as Aemond bleeds out. "Leewan." You see him watch in regret and horror as he realises he has become a killer.

You do not back down. You do not yield. "You hate him. You claim you hate him for making you a orphan and what do you do?!" You scream at him. Blood tries to silence you but it is too late. They heard you.

The doors of the hall are kicked open. Armed troops wearing green rush inside. Blood and Cheese run off, going for the stairs. But not before stabbing you in your belly. You collapse to the floor before crawling over to Aemond. You hold him as he silently cries. You kiss him goodbye.

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The majority rushes after the assassins when the other half try to get you and Aemond to the maester's rooms. You are not a priority. Aemond needs it more. Commander Stone has seen a lot worse but also a lot better wounds. He helps Aemond lay down and tells you that he will do his best. But there are no guarantees.

Maester Eren comes back in his studies. "My lady...the baby..." You look down and see a large puddle of blood at your feed. You let out a laugh. The laugh becomes only louder and louder. Aemond's wounds are cleaned firmly and his flesh is stitched together.

You watch every moment of it. The hours become later and later. Sometimes a servant tells you that the festival has ended or that dinner is served. You do not care. You remain at Aemond's side, braiding his hair.

The maester strips you bare with your ladies and help to stitch up your own minor wound. It was small enough to kill your baby. That was the important thing to them. They should kill Aemond but you need to live with your burdens.

Commander Stone stops after hours of working on Aemond. It is dark outside. He bows to you. "I did what I could. I will let the king know. My-" You interrupt him, screaming. You fall to your knees, and your world shatters.

He is dead. He is gone. You are alone. "No, no, no!" You scream it out in one long breath.

"My sincerest sympathies." He mutters before leaving to tell a family that their son and brother have died.

You shake Aemond. "Wake up, Aemond, wake up. I need you. Our baby needs you. I love you, Aemond. Wake up. I don't want to be alone. I...I can't be alone." You sink to the floor next to where his body is laying and close your eyes. You clutch your knees, throw your head against the bed, and he lies on and scream until there is no sound left.

You rush out of the room. The first you see is a mirror. You rip it from the wall and smash it in little pieces. In the reflection of the broken glass, you see a few maids staring at you. Guards look uneasy, but no one tells you to stop.

You enter the commanders' rooms. A few of Aemonds soldiers look up to you. One of them, a boy barely old enough to wield a weapon, stands. He walks to you and sinks to his knees. "My lady. My sincerest sympathies. Prince Aemond was a good man." He wasn't.

But you take it. "Commander, I'd like to formally ask where you are keeping the prisoners suspected of working with our attackers." You say as innocent as possible. He reads you easily.

He grins murderous."They are yours, my lady. If you will save one for me. I like to teach the soldiers who helped in this some respect. Men, escort her ladyship to the dungeons. Anyone who comes back without the head of a prisoner or a clean sword will be hanged."

You feel calm and numbness when he makes that horrifying threat. Aemond has died, but so did you. "Thank you, commander Stone. You were always kind." You say smiling.

He nods before leaving you. "My lady." He says.

You return back to your husband rooms for his dagger. You want to make them all pay with his blades. You will cut their wrists and make them bleed out. You will castrate them, the filty animals. They took your child. Your husband. Your love. And they took you from yourself. They made you a monster. An empty shell of the girl you once were.

When you enter the room where Aemond is prepared by the silent sisters, you gasp. Two silent sisters hang from the ceiling, their wrists cut. They dangle from the lamp, causing blood to drip everywhere in patterns. Your husband is gone. The bed is empty.

You heard tales of white walkers. But that is just a children's tale. Right?

He did leave his dagger; so you take that just in case.

You find a trace of blood and follow it into the wyldewoods. By the entrance, two beheaded silent sisters await you, spikes impaling their bodies from their feet until their head. You enter the woods anyway. You feel silly and unprepared.

You rush into the woods where bright fires burn. Your feet hurt, but you keep running. You run out of breath and your muscles sting but you keep running.

Aemond lays naked in the middle of a stone circle. Strange runes are drawn on his chest with blood. Three more silent sisters can be found, and their blood is used to coat Aemond. A hooded woman makes the drawings complete.

You wield his dagger and rush at her. "What are you doing to my husband's body? Let him be!" You slash at her arm, cutting it. She hisses before vanishing into the night. You hear a melodic voice and watch as the moon breaks through the trees.

You feel something grab you and scream. You turn around and look into Aemond's pale face. He is standing on his feet. "W-willa?" He asks confused. "What are we doing here? Where are the assassins?" You pinch yourself. You close your eyes. When you open them, he is still there. In front of you. You rush over and hug him tightly.

"Aemond, never leave me again." You sob into his shoulders. His hands feel your stomach briefly... until he drops them next to his body, meaningless. He sniffels. "Our baby..." He breaks into heartbreaking sobs realising he lost his child.

You cry with him as sobs rock your body. "W-we can make a new one." You say and hate yourself for saying that.

Aemond pinches his nose before becoming even more pale. He looks at his wounds and the blood. The dead silent sisters and the moon rising over your heads. You look up and see that it has turned bloodred.

"Willa...I don't... feel so good..." He collapses to the ground again.

You scream, shaking his body. There is another hand touching your arm. "He will be fine. But you and I need to have a conversation." A familair voice groans in your ear.

The hooded woman takes off her hood. You stumble to your knees over Aemond's body. He feels as if he is suffering a fever. "No...." You mutter, seeing her face.

The same dark hairs she had before. The same dark eyes. But by her neck is a stitch of a terrifying memory. A memory you rather forget. She had left behind her jewellery and fancy silks. "Hello, daughter. Did you miss me?"

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