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Death Becomes Her Part 2

Summary: It did not matter to Aemond that he met Adrian once he was already married to Floris Baratheon. He fell in love with her the moment she bumped into his arms. Aemond was determined to have her as his. He only needed to rectify the situation with his frivolous doe wife first, and he knew just how.

Warning: Extreme dub-con, non-con, drinking, drunk sex, oral sex, forced blow job, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, kinda spit kink? I mean no actual spitting but once you read you understand what I mean. 18+ only though. MDNI. Aemond is an asshat. That's all folks.

Death Becomes Her Part 1:

Tagging: @wolfanddragon98 @sepherinaspoppies Enjoy! Excuse me while I go hide under a rock now xD

Aemond found Adrian drunk and crying in the cave they came across together not that long ago. He approached her in silence until he was close enough, kicking a rock to the side with his boot to alert her.

Adrian’s reaction was slow, enlightening Aemond on just how inebriated she happened to be. In her hand was a bottle close to joining the other three bottles that were empty and tossed by her feet.

Aemond thought back to the times he would find Aegon in a similar drunken state, prior to him getting burned. The stench of wine on his breath and clothes, rendering him barely coherent. Except there was a difference between Aegon and Adrian. While Aegon drank, behaved brutishly with the serving girls, and wept his complaints about how he was treated unfairly by mother and grandsire, Adrian drank out of sorrow.

A fortnight had passed since Floris’ death and Adrian was still grieving the loss of her dear friend. She cried more than Aemond, though he made it seem otherwise. It was fairly easy to act the role of a heartbroken husband when a few days later his own brother died.

The pain from the severe burns on Aegon’s face and the rest of his body could no longer be treated by milk of the poppy. And no medicine by the grand maester could stop the infection from spreading all over. Ultimately it was the fever that ended what little life Aegon had left.

Aemond utilized the anguish he felt from Aegon’s death. He fooled many, including Adrian. Although he was truly saddened at losing his eldest brother, his sadness was pushed down when he’d been crowned in front of the masses. His dream had finally come true. Well, one of his dreams.

Adrian had been present during the ceremony, standing next to his mother and Helaena. She held Jaehaera’s hand while Helaena held the other, watching the Crown of the Conqueror be placed on his head with Blackfyre on his hip. It felt right, and Aemond knew for certain the crown looked a lot better on him than it ever did on his brother.

And now that Aemond was King the council expected him to remarry. A Queen was needed to be by the King’s side. A Queen who would support, love, and give him heirs.

The council made suggestions, such that he should marry another Baratheon girl to honor the alliance between them and House Baratheon.

Aemond did his best to not lose it in front of the council members. He’d just gotten rid of his frivolous doe wife after carefully planning her death to make it seem like a sickness. He wasn’t about to be wed and bed another woman he did not love. Aemond didn’t tell this to his council, just that he needed time to think.

Truthfully there was no need for thinking for he already had the perfect woman in mind.

“Adrian.”

“What are you doing here?” Adrian hiccuped, holding the bottle of rum. This was her fourth bottle, and she was almost done with it.

Aemond walked closer to where she laid on the sandy part of the cave. The lit torch he carried made it easier for him to get a good look at her intoxicated state. “When I went to visit your chambers you weren’t there. I became worried.”

Adrian furrowed her eyebrows. “But how’d you know I’d be here?” She was so drunk she didn’t question why he’d gone to her chambers, only about how he found her.

Unknown to Adrian, Aemond had been aware she’d been going to their special cave on her own at night. He made sure she’d been fine those other times, watching from a far so she wouldn’t see him as she mourned Floris but tonight he would do things differently. Aemond’s patience had reached its end, and he wanted nothing more than to make Adrian his. He was determined for tonight to be sensational.

“Call it a hunch.” Aemond replied, stopping to plant the torch deep into the sand. He found a spot nearby to spread the blanket he'd been carrying in his other hand before taking a seat. He patted his right side, suppressing a smile when Adrian walked over with unbalanced legs. She needed to hold onto his shoulder as she sat down so she wouldn't fall over.

“Want the rest?” Adrian’s question came out slurred, another hiccup escaping her.

Aemond’s indigo eye looked at the almost finished bottle and then back at Adrian. His lips curled upwards. “No thank you.”

Adrian shrugged, unmindful to the way Aemond was staring at her heatedly.

“How many bottles have you finished?” Aemond questioned, already knowing the answer. He’d seen the three empty bottles that had been by her feet before walking over to sit next to him. He could also smell the rum coming off her.

Adrian waited until she chugged the remainder of the rum before attempting to answer him. She slowly raised three fingers up but then looked at the now empty bottle in her hand. She managed to throw it away from her. “Uh, four actually.”

There was a pause during which Adrian mistaked the look Aemond was giving her as one of disappointment. She rubbed her eyes, feeling the tears. “I’m sorry for being such a mess. Here I am drinking when you’re the one who’s lost the most.” A few sniffles escaped her. “I’m being stupid and selfish.”

Aemond shook his head. “I don’t think you’re being stupid or selfish.” He said, choosing words that would soften her resolve for him. To his benefit the four bottles of rum she already drank would make what he had in mind go much smoothly. “You’re hurting.”

“But you’re hurting too and you’re not getting shit faced late at night.” Adrian stated dismally, no longer rubbing her eyes to stop her crying.

Aemond wanted to lean over and kiss her tear stained cheeks but he forced himself to remain still. He only needed to wait a bit more and then he could have her. As much as he wanted to claim her he wanted to do it slowly, gently, and with romance. He cleared his throat, fixing his expression to be one of sadness.

“Yes, I’ve lost my wife and my brother in a short amount of time. And yes, I feel like a part of me has died with her.” Aemond told her, purposely wavering his voice. “The list of people I care about is becoming nonexistent it seems.” His indigo eye then stared directly into her dark brown eyes. “But I still have you.” He reached for her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. “Adrian, you make things better.”

“I do?” Adrian muttered, fluttering her eyes to make herself more responsive. All the rum she’d drank was making her feel sluggish. This conversation almost didn’t feel like a real one.

Aemond nodded his head. “Yes, you do. You also make me happy.” He let go of her hand to cup her cheek while his other tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Adrian sober would’ve pulled back immediately, thinking this type of closeness to be weird. However she was four bottles drunk on rum. So the twenty-three year old merely tilted her head.

Aemond hummed, a smile escaping him. “Perzys hen ñuha prūmia.” He whispered before taking the final leap and closing the space between them. A moan worked its way out of him at the feel of Adrian’s soft lips. The kiss was incredible, mind-blowing, but it was cut short by her.

When Aemond opened his eye he saw the look of horror and guilt on Adrian’s face. She was shaking her head, hair becoming disheveled. He didn’t panic, he had no reason to. Aemond watched as Adrian tried getting up only to fall onto the blanket again after trying to walk. He carefully lowered her onto her back, ignoring her protests. They were weak and all it took for him to subdue her was to lie on top of her.

“What are you doing?” Adrian’s head felt like it was full of water, and her vision was not the best because of the alcohol. It also didn’t help that it was nighttime and they were inside a cave.

“No, wait stop.” She tried again to get through to Aemond but he remained on top of her. “This isn’t right. Aemond, you just lost Floris.” She added, eyes welling up at the mention of her close friend.

Aemond stared down at Adrian, enjoying her glassy dark brown eyes. Her hands were holding onto his shoulders, thinking that would stop him. How silly of his love to think so. He took joy at the sound of her gasping when he put his knee between her thighs.

“Floris would want me to be happy.” Aemond began saying, moving his knee until it was under the skirt of Adrian's dress and pressing over her smallclothes. “She’d want you to be happy as well.”

Adrian shook her head. “She wanted to be happy with you, Aemond. She wanted to love you. She wanted you to love her.”

“Yes, she wanted all that but she’s gone now.” Aemond fired back before softening his gaze on her. “You’re the one that makes me happy, you’re the one I love.”

Adrian imagined a bunch of question marks over her head. Love? How could he love me? Aemond was her friend. Maybe in all of Adrian’s drinking she had fallen asleep and was having a weird ass dream.

As Adrian got lost in her own drunken mind, Aemond’s knee moved so he could lower himself enough in order to get his hands under the skirt of her dress. Aemond then swiftly pulled down the stockings she wore and bunched up her dress to her waist. He kissed the inside of her right thigh the moment he saw skin and he smiled against her softness when he heard her gasp again.

“I…I don’t want you.” Adrian stammered, the rum and the way his fingers felt caressing the inside of her thighs made her feel so hot. The way her heart was beating her seemed way too fast and unnatural.

Aemond chuckled, low. “You're not telling me the truth.” His head came out from between her thighs, and went up her body to whisper in her ear. “I know you want me as much I want you. I also know you’re already wet for me.”

Adrian didn’t have time to argue as his hand ripped off her smallclothes. She felt a chill down there but that wasn’t what made her expression drop. Aemond had two fingers touching her folds, with this thumb caressing her clit. His fingers had barely done anything but she realized late in her drunken state that she was already wet.

An excuse tried making its way out of her but it was shoved down her throat the second Aemond inserted two of his fingers inside her, his thumb rubbing her clit a bit faster now.

Adrian shut her eyes, her hands leaving Aemond’s shoulders to cover her mouth. Aemond used his other hand to remove them, wanting to hear the sounds of pleasure he was getting out of her. And he listened and enjoyed it. He was successful in making Adrian forget about her earlier objections and sorrow.

“Oh!”

“I told you. You want me just as much as I want you.”

Adrian was not in the right mind to respond. She was too drunk and too overwhelmed by this new kind of pleasure she was experiencing. Her lack of a verbal response didn’t matter to Aemond. He only cared about how wet she was, and how she kept getting more wet by his ministrations.

Aemond could tell she was almost to the point of peaking. So he forced himself to stop his fingering and rubbing, wanting the first time Adrian peaked to be when he was inside her. He was quick to undo his breeches, pulling them down to his ankles.

When he looked back at Adrian he noticed the frown on her face. He almost chuckled. She didn’t need to be upset because what he planned to do next was going to make her feel amazing. She only needed to handle a bit of pain in the beginning.

Apparently he did a good job with his hand even without throwing her over the edge of ecstasy. Perhaps it was the rum but he liked to believe his skills rendered her speechless and unmoving. She didn’t even complain when he started taking her dress off, ripping apart the shift she had underneath.

Her breasts were now in the open for him to see and they were glorious. He took off his own clothing, eyepatch included minus his breeches that were still around his ankles. He was too eager to finally have Adrian to kick them off. His bare chest pressed against her breasts. Her eyes slowly opened, showing how unfocused they were.

Aemond kissed her long and soft. “I love you.” He earnestly told her, and with one hasty thrust he made his way inside, breaking through what he believed was her maidenhead. In the morning he’d be happy to see the small stain of blood on the blanket confirming it had indeed been that.

“Ah!” Adrian yelped, reacting to the pain by wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Her tear stained face hid in the crook of his neck.

In a few hours Adrian was going to wake up not only with a terrible hangover but also with the feeling of soreness between her thighs. She would feel so much guilt as she cried in the arms of the man who refused to let her go. All while they laid on the evidence of their coupling, which also included the evidence of losing her virginity.

Aemond closed his eye, willing himself not to spurt his seed in Adrian yet. She wasn’t Floris, he wasn’t going to pump a few times and then leave her unsatisfied. He needed to make Adrian feel good first as she already was with him.

“You feel so much better than in my dreams. So superb, so perfect.” He bit his bottom lip before letting go, a hum escaping him. “It’s like the Gods made you for me”

Adrian moved her face away from the crook of his neck so he could see her better. She looked so confused. “What?”

Aemond smiled showing his perfect teeth. He leaned down and kissed her, slowly moving his hips against hers.

The initial pain Adrian felt was fading and there was a tingle spreading all over her body. Her brain shut out any rational thoughts that lingered even with the alcohol in her system. She felt herself begin to move her hips along with Aemond’s as she found herself kissing him back. Her hands held onto him for support and her legs spread out enough to make room for all of him.

“Something’s happening to me.” Adrian suddenly stopped kissing him, whimpering at the sensation of tightening in her lower belly. She didn’t experience pain, just the increasing feeling of pleasure that her drunkenness made her susceptible to it.

Aemond knew what was about to happen to her from all the tomes he read, and his body was trembling from excitement. He hit deep with his thrusts now, using a hand to rub her little pearl of nerves faster. “You’re about to reach your peak, my love.” He kissed her softly on the lips, smiling down at her. “Let go and enjoy.”

Adrian’s whole body shook as pleasure she’d never felt before tore right through her. “Ah fuck!” She shrieked, throwing her head back on the blanket.

The feeling had been so intense Adrian didn't realize she had run her nails down Aemond’s back, leaving red marks until reaching his rear. That triggered his own release, and he cried out of her own name while a few tears streamed down his face.

When Adrian came back down to earth whole her body felt weightless, her face the hottest it had ever been. Her thoughts were becoming a swirling mess again, but even she was able to understand the few orgasms caused by her own hand before this night couldn’t be called that anymore. What she just experienced was an actual orgasm. It magnified her insobriety and momentarily extinguished the guilt that tried to take over.

Aemond’s trembling didn’t end even after filling his love with his seed. He didn’t get off Adrian either, opting to snuggle against her soft breasts that were moving rapidly because of her breathing. His hands caressed her smooth thighs while his cock remained inside her tight warm cunny. He was still achingly hard for her, and he didn’t want a single drop of him to go to waste.

Tonight would be the night their child would be conceived. Inside the cave they had found together while walking the beach and collecting seashells. He thought it was perfect. And there would be a child, a child that was a perfect blend of them.

Selfishly he hoped for more than one child. It wouldn’t be surprising to him if he planted two children in Adrian already because of how heavy and drawn out his release had been. But he knew that was not necessarily correct, although he sure wished for it to be

Aemond could’ve stopped then but he had no intentions of ending their love session just yet.

Adrian’s eyes were closed, meaning she could not see the look of devotion on Aemond. She only opened her eyes briefly when he started kissing down her body to be in between her thighs again.

Aemond started tasting her delicious cunny, licking her glistening folds and twirling his tongue on her pearl. This time he didn’t stop until Adrian was moaning and digging her hands into his hair. He ended up making her climax so hard her slick covered the whole bottom part of his face, dripping from his chin.

In fact, so much slick cascaded out of Adrian it not only painted Aemond’s bottom face but it made its way onto the blanket as well. Aemond could feel a huge wet spot beneath them and the smell of peaches was strong as ever. He growled, licking his lips before diving back in, his tongue paying more attention to her swollen bud of nerves, gently grazing it with his teeth. It didn’t take him long to get Adrian to climax again, her slick like a delicious waterfall to his face.

After getting her to finish twice by his own mouth, Aemond thought it was only fair for his love to do the same to him.

Aemond kissed his way up Adrian’s body. He kissed her softly, disregarding her whining. He untangled himself from her to stand up, quickly tossing aside his breeches that were still caught on his ankles. He made Adrian get on her knees, lifting her chin up to look at him. Her expression showed how blitzed out she was from her excessive drinking but Aemond decided it was because of the powerful climaxes he’d given her from his undying love.

Aemond traced her lips with his thumb, stopping to pull her bottom lip with it. His heart wanted to jump out of his chest, and he could feel his body burning with desire. Already his cock began to get hard again. His voice husked out what he desperately wished for.

“My love, I need you to open your mouth for me.”

There was a look of confusion mixed with nervousness on Adrian’s face that Aemond ignored. He put his hands behind her head, stroking her hair until he could feel her start to get relaxed.

Adrian was ready to speak or at least try to, but whatever she wanted to say was lost as soon Aemond forced her mouth to wrap around his hard member.

“I’ve tasted you, now you get to taste me.” Aemond sighed, spreading his fingers into Adrian’s hair as he guided her mouth further onto his member. He only stopped when he felt her hands on his thighs. When he looked down he saw Adrian looking up at him, blinking with watery eyes. Her mouth was stuffed with his cock and she looked absolutely stunning.

“Your mouth is so soft around me, just as I knew it would be.” Aemond sighed, chest rising faster and faster. “Oh, you take me so well.” He hummed, using both of his hands to move her again, ignoring the way she tried speaking while full with him. He could feel her saliva drooling from her mouth on the sides of his cock, making him shudder. He stopped long enough to assure her. “Don’t worry, perzys hen ñuha prūmia. I’ll do the guiding. You just taste me when I release inside you. Taste my love for you.”

Seeing Adrian’s dazed eyes was what he needed to pull her off his member just a bit only to shove himself back into her warm mouth. Aemond kept doing this for what felt like a very long time, during which his cock became harder than it already was.

Every now and then there’d be low choking noises coming from Adrian, along with weak pushes to his thighs but Aemond would only stop very briefly to caress her face while looking down at her. She looked so out of it, so drunk on booze and on him. He took great joy in that.

His length was covered in her saliva and the sight made him bite his bottom lip. He was so close to finishing but he wanted her to do one more thing before he gave her his seed to taste and keep inside her belly.

Aemond pulled Adrian off his cock, watching a trail of saliva fall down her lips. He smiled, using his thumb to clean her up before forcing her mouth open. “Lick my tip with your tongue.” That was all he said before sticking his tip inside her mouth.

Adrian moved her tongue, not on purpose but out of puzzlement. She barely licked him and that had been enough. From below she heard Aemond moan loudly. Adrian felt his hands in her hair tightening as he pressed her closer to his groin. Startled, she made a muffled noise at being stuffed again. She then felt a surge of thick warmth fill her mouth followed by the taste of something salty.

In Adrian’s drunkenness she didn’t think it was a bad taste, just one she was not familiar with. She tried to move away but Aemond’s hands behind her head made it impossible to do so.

Weakly Adrian pushed against his thighs again but he gently shushed her, forcing her to stay on her knees with his dick in her mouth. She began choking, struggling more than ever before. Although worried Aemond kept her in place, encouraging her to swallow.

Due to her lack of mental and physical strength, Adrian didn’t think she had any other choice but to swallow everything Aemond had given her.

The saltiness made its way down her throat and into her belly where Aemond wanted. This was no way to make a child but it was a way for him to mark her. He now had the knowledge that another part of him was inside her.

Aemond got on his knees after pulling his cock out of Adrian’s warm mouth. He kissed her fervidly, not at all disgusted that he was able to get a taste of himself. Adrian’s lips were unresponsive against his, but he was able to get her to react when he began sucking on her tongue.

Adrian only got a few disgruntled noises out before Aemond had her on her back again. To keep her silent and submissive until the rum took over again, Aemond covered her mouth with his hand. She blinked with somewhat wide eyes, arms hitting his shoulders in such a frail manner.

“Shh, it’s okay my love.” Aemond cooed, using his free hand to grab one of hers in order to wrap it around his cock. He took the lead by making Adrian jerk him until he was hard enough to take her again.

By now Adrian had stopped with her weak attempts of fighting him off. Her head lolled to the side on the blanket, with some of her hair covering her face. Aemond didn’t like that, so he removed his hand from her mouth and made her face visible again. Her eyes were droopy, and her golden skin even in the dark looked as if it were glowing.

Aemond thought she was very beautiful. He told Adrian so kissing her on the lips and then began making love to her again. It did not matter to him that everytime he told Adrian he loved her all she responded with was a whimper and furrow brows. He didn’t stop his ardent thrusting until he felt her gush around his cock, the smell of peaches filled his nose. When he finished his mouth wrapped her right breast and he suckled, wishing they were filled with milk.

They would be once she became pregnant with their child. The very thought of her heavy with their little dragon made Aemond ready to go at it again. He didn’t even pull out, just resumed his thrusting.

Adrian felt her body moving in a rhythm. Her unfocused eyes saw Aemond on top of her, sapphire eye shining down at her. It felt like such a struggle reaching up to trace his scar. She frowned when the movement stopped.

Aemond grabbed her hand and kissed her palm before making her hold onto his hair. She gasped when her body began moving again, taking notice that Aemond was moving with her and of the now familiar sensation forming in her lower belly.

A few seconds later a rush of euphoria passed through Adrian and she felt wetness from between her thighs where she was the most full. Her drunken mind made the connection when she heard Aemond moan her name, his own warmth releasing in her.

It became quiet after that, only the sound of the waves and the wind filling the cave. Despite somewhat understanding what occurred, the alcohol running through Adrian made her helpless. She could barely feel her legs and her mind was not in the best state.

After a while of just lying down, Adrian was startled at the feeling of Aemond moving inside her again. She tried hitting his back with her hands to get him to stop but all he did in return was kiss her cheek.

“Aemond.” Adrian called out, moaning with a perplexed blissed out face. “Stop, please.” She sniffled, words slurring. “I’m too sensitive. It hurts.”

“One more time, my love.” Aemond wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, the soles of her feet digging into his lower back. He pinned her arms, hands digging into the sand as he began snapping his hips against hers. “Just one more time.”

He took on a much faster pace than any of their previous love sessions. The sound of skin slapping made Adrian scrunch up her face in discomfort. A few moments later a cry escaped her, and then that cry turned into an earth-shattering moan.

With him in control and the copious amount of alcohol in her system, Adrian couldn’t push him back. She found it easier to just lie back and let Aemond take what he wanted. It felt like a dream almost, an intense dream that had her orgasming repeatedly. In this dream the euphoria pumping in her veins was overwhelming, but the small part of her that enjoyed it would wake up later to feel immense shame.

Except this was no dream as Adrian would find out the following morning. The shame would be real, and by then it would be too late.

“I’m never letting you go.” Aemond promised, panting like a man thirsting for water against her breasts before finishing inside her again with a guttery groan. “Gods, I love you.” He declared, tuning out Adrian’s noise of bewilderment from having shot his load into her and his love confession. She felt like a boat out in the ocean trying to survive a horrible storm.

Aemond took a moment to catch his breath, kissing her breasts and suckling on her nipples until each bud hardened beneath his tongue. He proceeded to rub her sensitive pearl a few times to force a climax out of her. It didn’t seem right not letting her reach her peak.

Adrian released a soft squeal he found adorable as she finished on his hand, slick covering the whole thing. He licked his hand clean not wanting her peachy nectar to go untasted. Adrian squinted her eyes at him, not entirely sure if she had seen that correctly. She quickly lost the thought once Aemond maneuvered them so he could hold her better in his arms, his half-hard cock sliding its way back inside her. He kept his promise and did not make love to her again. Aemond only wanted to hold her while being as close to her as possible.

As the newly crowned King stroked her hair he began speaking of marriage and having a child together. By this point Adrian was way too exhausted, not to mention drunk to even utter a single word.

Aemond’s hold on her was not entirely comfortable for her, nor was the feeling of his seed mixing with her slick sliding down her thighs. She could do nothing about that, and she couldn’t stop Aemond from collecting their release with his fingers and rubbing them against her lips before kissing her messily.

The sounds of the waves crashing on the shore and Aemond proclaiming his love for her again was the last thing Adrian heard before passing out.

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