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thegreatestsandwich · 1 year

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My hips are the temple and your hands a prayer (Aemond Targaryen x f!reader)

(This is my apology fic for dissapearing for a week)

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Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Word count: 3.1k

Summary: Aemond has to leave for some family buisness just to come back and be surprised by your announcement.

Warning: Mentions of cringy sex, voyeurism, read if you want, but if you are a minor, leave! why are you here?!

A/N: Sorry for dissapearing but this week was so horrible that I only wanted to curl on my bed and cry :( I also was surprised that I got to 300 followers? how? I mean thank you so much but I guess I didn’t actually expected it! By the way, I saw the few requests you guys send me and I will get to them as fast as possible, I’m trying to finish A guiding sea so after that I will start them!

In the few weeks you been married, there was no moment your husband wouldn’t have you on your bed. Aemond made his mission to let you discover what beautiful and graceful sex was and to be honest, you really didn’t mind, you enjoy the type of emotions that man could give you.

This morning wasn’t any different as his hands wrapped around your tights as he help you ride him. “Just like that.” He whispered against the skin of your breasts, the tightness that surrounded him was an aphrodisiac feeling he would never get tired of it. Several loud knocks broke away that erotic ambience that surrounded the both of you.

Aemond grunted in annoyance as you halt your movements, your forehead softly hitting his shoulder, he held you tighter to his body as he answered. “What.” His annoyance present on his voice. He kissed the side of your head as you cunt tightened around his cock for a second.

“My prince?” The voice of Lillen, the lovely maid his mother so annoyingly asked him to take under his command decided to interrupt him. She waited for his answer and for a moment he thought she finally left them alone.

One of his hands tapped your thigh as the other hold your waist, motioning you to continue with what was rudely interrupted. “Come on, my little wildflower, show me how much you enjoy riding your husband, how much you love how only I fill you with my seed.”

You moaned against his neck, slowly picking up your pace once again. Aemond moaned when you began riding him with a new found strength. “That’s it, you look so beautiful being fucked by me.” He grunted. “By your husband.”

“My prince, are you there?” Lillen interrupted once again. He wanted to kill her with his own hands, not caring if he was naked, he would kill her and continue fucking you until you were completely satisfied.

“State your business Lillen, I am quite occupied.” Aemond began thrusting upwards, his hands slapping your ass as your cunt began contracting against his cock. “That’s it, milk me dry wife, milk me completely.” He was almost there, he could feel that fantastic feeling, he was reaching closer and closer. You demanded his lips against yours. A messy kiss that only your lips could offered, a kiss that always drives him mad.

His tongue demanded control against yours and you let him. You let him have anything he ask.

“My prince, your mother is requesting your presence at fast as possible.”

He didn’t listened to her, his hands harshly grasping your waist, both of you knew the marks that will appeared within the days. You threw your head backwards, your sweaty hair sticking at your back as you began cumming with force. His eye watched you with fascination, how that beautiful sheer of sweat covered your whole body, how it took what it wanted from him, how you used him to seek pleasure. Your nipples hard and tempting that he close the distance and kissed one of them before sucking it. Your hands grabbed his hair, gently tugging the silver strands as the pleasure consume you completely.

“My prince?” Lillen tried again. “Did you listen to your mother’s request?”

Aemond’s thrusts became sloppy as the tightness of your cunt made it almost impossible to keep fucking. Gods, how perfect could you be? The knocking began once again but he ignored as he was finally chasing that feeling. He came hard and long, his hands holding your hips tightly against his as he force you to rotate against him. You grinned down at him, little hairs sticking at the side of your face. You looked glorious and he couldn’t help it and his hands guide your face towards him. His lips demanding to be kissed once again.

“My perfect little wildflower.” He hummed against them, the knocking starting to register on his mind. “My perfect little wildflower is finally satisfied?” He quietly asked you, giving you a small peck, his teeth biting your lower lip. “Or should I continue until your body is satisfied?”

You whimpered at the thought, the feeling of his cum leaking from your cunt reminding you how deep he still was. “I am satisfied.” Your voice was still lost on the pleasurable feeling of having him inside you. “I would die if you continue.” You whispered against his lips, a beautiful smile adorning them.

Your finger brushed away his hair from his face, stopping for a moment at that beautiful sapphire he wore now without any shame instead of the eyepatch.

“My prince? Can I enter?” The voice of Lillen finally made you snap back into reality. Your eyes widening. You gasp as you tried to get off of Aemond and cover your naked form, but he didn’t let you, kissing your nipples leisurely. She didn’t wait for an answer and the doors opened. She gasped as she saw the position of both of you.

“What is what you want Lillen?” Aemond began sucking the skin of your neck, your eyes inevitably closing at the feeling. “I hope it is worth it.” His gaze turned towards the shameful maid at the door, his hips thrusting upwards softly. “Speak.”

“Oh.” Her eyes turned to the ground, not daring to watch the prince fuck you. “Your-your mother is asking…for…your presence, my prince.”

You tried to suppressed a moan against his shoulder, your teeth biting it softly. Aemond almost smile in triumph, knowing that the eyes of others was turning you on.

“What for?” He asked, his hands caressing your back, trying to exposed you a bit more to the wandering eyes of the maid. “As I say, I am quite occupied attending my beautiful wife, as my mother has kindly demanded for a grandchild.”

“I…” She muttered ashamed. “She did…she did not said.”

Aemond hummed. His gaze never leaving the girl. “Is it important? Should I just stop?” He sarcastically asked, finally turning his head to you, seeking for your attention. “Speak Lillen, you are interrupting us.”

“Yes!” She exclaimed as the thin sheet that was covering your ass slipped downwards, finally revealing how hard he was fucking you. “Yes! It is important.”

Aemond stopped his thrusts, you protested but he didn’t listened to them, “How important?”

“She said it was an urgent manner!” Lillen wanted to turn, but she couldn’t, he didn’t give her permission.

Aemond nodded. “Leave, I will be there shortly.” Lillen nodded and quickly left. He let you slowly get down from pleasure, softly kissing everywhere he could reach, he knew how frustrated you must had feel listening to the words of the maid, how his mother demanded his presence. And even he just had fucked you, sometimes it wasn’t enough.

“You have to leave now?” You quietly whispered against his cheek, his eyes closed at the question, not really wanting to leave you in need. His nose traced your jaw. Inhaling your delicious smell after sex.

“You know I have to, when mother demands something, it must mean it is quite serious.” He answered you gently, he felt you sighed in defeat. “You know I hate this as well.”

“What if she asks you to leave once again?” You questioned him tiredly. “What if this time you won’t come back?”

His fingers tracing your spine. “Don’t you trust me to come back?” He questioned you instead. “Don’t you think I will come back for you?” Your head hiding on his neck.

“You must think I a fool.” You mumbled against his skin. “A foolish girl.”

Aemond laughed. “Never.”

At it was expected, his mother asked him to deliver a special message to the Longbow Hall, he didn’t say what it was but with a kiss goodbye, he left on Vhagar, promising to comeback as soon as possible.

The firsts weeks without him weren’t so bad, you often spend your time next to Helaena, exploring the highest grass in search of the most curious insects, it wasn’t how you wanted to spend your days, but her company offered that sense of peace you were searching.

Other times you accompanied the queen, it didn’t matter if it was to just walk or sit in silence, her company, same as Helaena’s, it was comforting.

It wasn’t until one morning, as you were being helped in getting dressed, the maid made a comment about how harder it has becoming to close the dress. You didn’t think about it until more into the night, as you carefully watched yourself on the mirror. Your hands caressing that noticeable bump. You gasped finally noticing how long it has been since you had bled.

You didn’t know how to feel.

“It is not that bad.” The princess tried to reassure you, carefully placing her hands on your belly. “The first few weeks where the hardest for me, but I am sure you could handle it.”

You tried not to think about how Aemond would react, the weeks after you finally realize you were pregnant made you nervous. Letting the queen know was hard enough, what would Aemond think?

“You think he would want the baby?” You asked her, not fully looking at her. Your eyes glued to her twins.

Helaena hummed, her face turning to her children, a soft smile graced her face. “I always thought Aemond would be the better parent from all of us, he always took care of what the family needs, I am sure he would be an excellent father.”

You nodded distractedly. “I guess I am afraid of what his reaction would be, it’s been weeks from his departure, I guess I’m just scared of how he will take this.”

“My mother asked me not to tell you, she wants to avoid the stress for you but Aemond most likely arrive soon.” Her smile widened when one of her twins gave her a flower before turning their gaze away. She gave you the flower. “I believe you would be a great mother, you just need him here to be part of this experience.”

Aemond did in fact came back the next week, when he passed you on the hall, he gave you a smile, carefully grabbing your hand, squeezing it softly before resuming his way towards his mother.

The nauseous feeling came back as you made your way to your room. You began pacing, your arms hugging yourself, not noticing him enter.

He watched you for a few seconds before hugging you from behind. “What happened?” He asked you carefully, his body tired from the journey. “You are nervous.”

You close your eyes, not knowing how to respond at his question, there were a million ways you could answer it but none of them came fast enough. Your hands grabbed his and gently tugged them down pass your breast. He hummed along the way, feeling your body once again, even though it was over your dress.

Your hands guide his against your stomach, the bump a little bit more noticeable. “Feel.” You whispered.

His brows scrunched in confusion at your request. His hands now freely roaming across your stomach.

He felt it.

Aemond stood quietly as his hands rested on your bump, he needed to feel it without any restrain. He took a step backwards, you tried to turn but his hands didn’t let you, so you stood still. His fingers traced the lace that hold your dress together before carefully undoing every knot of it. You help him undress you, neither of you saying a word but you felt the heat of his body at your side, hugging you once again.

In a quick movement, he carry you towards the bed, carefully laying you on the soft sheets. His gaze finally looking at the perfectly rounded bump, still a bit tiny but noticeable. His hands softly caressed it.

You licked your lips and his gaze quickly went to the movement. Inside your head, you pleaded for him to finally kiss you, and as you pushed yourself a bit to finally sit, he didn’t let you. Pushing you a bit until you were laying once again, his forearms taking all the weight. Trying not to let it fully over you.

“Don’t.” Aemond whispered as he lowered his head, slowly, too damn slowly. His lips finally made contact and oh how much you had missed their softness of them. A shiver ran across your body, his touch was electrifying. And even as the fatigue was trying to control his body, he didn’t let it. Fuck, how much he needed you at the moment.

He increased the pressure of his lips, alternating his kiss with some bites and stroke of his tongue. He wanted to possess you once again. You moaned and his tongue found its way inside your mouth, demanding control. Gods how much you had missed him.

Your tongues met quickly, tangled as he deepened the kiss, his hand gripped a handful of your hair and you clung to him, your fingers digging harshly on his shoulders, trying to push away his clothes, wanting to feel him fully.

He backed away for a bit and began to undress quickly, you tried to help but he didn’t let you, pushing your hands away, touching once again the bump before resuming his undressing.

After you became content with his skin touching yours freely, your hands hold his jaw and gently guide him to your lips, his hands wrapped around your thighs, opening them carefully as he prostrated himself completely flush against you. His breath becoming ragged, just like yours.

You began grounding yourself against his cock, losing yourself on the hard feeling. His hand slid up against your ribs until his fingers began playing with your nipple. “(Y/N).” His breath fanned against your skin. You hummed in pleasure. “I need you, I waited far too long.”

His hand left your breast and made its way in between your legs, his fingers working into your slit, you moaned and your hand join his. His thumb circle your clit but you pushed his fingers to enter you. “That’s it.” He kissed you hungrily. “Fuck yourself on my fingers.”

He pushed two fingers inside you, working you soft at first and then harder. Your hips moving alongside his fingers, riding his hand. “Please.” You whispered. “Please fuck me.”

“Not yet, give me what I want.” His thumb circling your clit with more pressure. And before you know it, you began cumming, your tights closing around his hips and he began smiling like a mad man. “That’s it.”

“Aemond please.” You sobbed. “Please, please, please.”

He took out his fingers, bringing them to his mouth, licking away everything. He moaned before kissing you, his lips kissing every part of your body. Your jaw, your neck, your chest, your nipples. Stopping for a moment before kissing softly your bump, his nose caressing it with adoration. Your hands caressed his hair and that brought him back. His way towards what he wanted to taste the most.

You arched your back as he brought your cunt towards his mouth, his tongue flat against your slit, gathering all the slickness your body had produced moments ago. “Sweeter than ever.” He whispered against it before sucking your clit with pleasure. You rolled your hips and he let you, silently encourage you to use him as you needed. Your pleasure was his and he would let you lead this time only.

He began thrusting his tongue as far as he could inside making you bucking against his mouth, gasping for air. He growled against your cunt, taking his tongue out as he suck your clit, his fingers substituting his tongue, creating a rhythm that made you crazy.

You cummed once again and everything around you began to spin because of the ecstasy he made you feel. Aemond kissed his way back up, his hands closing at either side of your head, the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance. “I missed the way you come.” He whispered against your lips, his tongue playfully licking them. “You are loud for me, how I had missed you.” He peck your lips.

Your breath caught at your throat as his words registered in your brain but you didn’t have the time to be embarrassed by your loudness as he began rubbing his cock against your folds, coating it with your slickness.

“Aemond.” You whispered.

He hummed at the sound of his name before plunging into you. Both of you moaned loudly, his head hiding on your neck, your legs wrapped around his waist as he began pounding onto you. His hands gripping your thighs, his teeth sinking on your shoulder, marking you. Your climax was close and you could feel his too, the way his thrusts began to flattered its pace, the way the sounds he tried to suppressed against your shoulder made its way to your ears. You grabbed his hair and tugged it, he moaned and began fucking you even harder.

Your orgasm almost blinded you by the intensity of it and the way you clench around him provoked a grunt of pleasure, his body convulsing in ecstasy as the warm of his seed made its way inside you, filling you completely.

He collapse against you, his face next to yours. “I missed you, my little wildflower.” He kissed you gently, moving away from you, sitting on the bed against the headboard. He tugged you against him and you carefully sat on his lap, your face facing his. His hands dragged you by your jaw and kissed you once again, this time with more softness.

You broke away the kiss as you felt his hands tracing your bump. “I wanted to tell you but…”

“I know.” He whispered against your lips. “I know.”

“I’m not sure how far along am I.” You responded.

“Doesn’t matter, my mother has told me she does not wish me to leave your side until our child is born safely.” He hummed when you place your hand over his. “I wonder…”

“What?” You whispered, not wanting to disturb the feeling of his hands.

“I wonder if she will have your smile.”

You smiled at his words. “She?” You questioned him. “I believe we are having a boy.”

He shook his head in denial, pouting slightly. “I believe you are incorrect, my little wildflower. I believe you are giving me a beautiful daughter.”

“And why makes you think that?”

He maliciously smiled. “Oh, you are having a daughter, my love. Your taste has become even sweeter than before.”

You opened your mouth to object but he didn’t let you as he kissed you once more, and in that moment you couldn’t wait for this baby to be born so you could rub it on his face how wrong he was.

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thegreatestsandwich · 2 years

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I’m too wicked, I want to take all of your heart (Aemond Targaryen x f!reader)

(I can’t with this man, by the way, this is completely free of spoilers as I am saving myself from them as well, so I might be off until monday.)

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Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: An act of jealousy made you want to possess your husband in every sense

Warning: Mentions of cringy bathtub sex and then the bed, but still cringy, really possesive behaviour from both parts, also jealousy from your part, read if you want, but if you are a minor, leave! why are you here?!

A/N: I’m kinda angry that the final episode that was leaked, so I’m planing to just go off tumblr until it airs. So this is spoiler free and a thank you from my part as I have reached 200 followers, that is crazy guys! thank you so much, hope you enjoy this little thing I made instead of my homework.

It was way into the night, you knew it perfectly as you made your way across the almost empty corridor. You knew this was beyond your agreement, but you didn’t care, you needed to see him. After many days without any news from him, you needed to see with your own eyes he was unharmed.

Your bare feet made no sound as you carried yourself to your destination. You enter without knocking as there was no need for formalities.

You glanced around, a few well-placed lit candles illuminating the room. It wasn’t bright and the occasion didn’t demand it. You walked towards the bathtub, your fingers caressing the gold edges of it, feeling the heat of the water that was already there, waiting to be used.

You closed your eyes, slowly inhaling the aroma of the room, a few herbs made contact with your senses and everything screamed of him. The scent of your husband already penetrating your persona: sandalwood, lemons and smoke.

“My lady? Is everything alright?” The sound of Lillen, the girl in charge of bathing your husband asked you in confusion. She was filling the bathtub with hot water.

You stayed put, your hands carefully tidying your night dress. “You are dismissed.”

“Dismissed?” She asked you. “My prince will need me to bathe him.”

You chuckled. “I am perfectly capable of doing that.”

Lillen’s eyes sparked with amusement at your request, almost laughing at your ridiculous words. “The prince will still need me to undress him, I cannot leave yet my lady.” She turned and continued her task of filling the tub. “It is late, my lady. You must go and rest. Do not worry about the prince. I will take care of him.”

Your brows twitched with anger, hands curled into fists. You tried so hard not to explode with anger at her innuendo. You took a deep breath to calm yourself. “I believe I have not made myself clear.”

“Is the bath ready?” Aemond, your husband asked without looking at you or Lillen, too busy throwing his coat on the floor.

“Yes.” You answer softly, ignoring how the girl turned at you with anger, your eyes scanning his full body, trying to locate any wound he could have. Aemond turned at the sound of your voice, his face not showing any emotion but you could have sworn his eye opened a bit more in surprise. “You must hurry, the water might turn cold in any second.”

He nodded at your direction. “My wife, I apologize but I didn’t expect you to be here, I thought you might have been already asleep.” You smiled at his words, you could understand the tone he was using. He didn’t want you here.

“My prince, I was telling my lady she needs to go back to her room and rest.” Lillen stood next to Aemond, her hands touching his arm, tugging him a little towards the bathtub.

“Leave us.” You firmly told her, your eyes staring at Aemond’s face. “I can take it from here.”

Your husband’s eye sparked with amusement at your tone.

“I apologize, my lady.” Lillen continue arguing. “But I am capable of doing my job.”

“My wife has order you to leave us.” Aemond stared at the girl. “Do not question her authority in front of my persona.”

You felt the knot between your shoulders loosen in relief at his support. Lillen shot him a look with complete shock but said nothing as she made her way out of the room, her shoulder colliding with yours as she left. You sighed in relief and began walking towards Aemond.

Aemond stayed quiet as you began to unbuttoning his shirt. You tried to calm your temptation as his proximity demanded to be touched. You could feel his warmth throught the layers of clothes he wore. Your mind began wandering back to the Lillen for a second, her resistance to stay told you one thing. She hoped for something more from your husband.

How many other women had the privilege of undressing him? Of touching him?

You didn’t want to know the answer.

You didn’t like the answer.

Your eyes looked up, Aemond was watching you carefully. “Yes?”

“You seemed distracted.” His hand grabbed yours, feeling it shake. “Is everything alright? Has something been bothering you?” You looked up, meeting his violet eye. Your hands touch his stomach, carefully sliding upwards until both of them rested against his chest. Aemond quickly covered them with his. “What is it?”

You shook your head, a soft smile made its way onto your lips, your gaze returned to the open shirt. Had he been with another woman tonight? Weren’t you enough? You pushed that thought away from your mind and glanced up. “Please.” You whispered.

He help you slide the shirt from his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground without care. You were aware of his intense stare. His breath stirring your hair, there was a faint smell of wine. You didn’t know where he went these past few days. Perhaps his mother asked him for a few favors. Who knew, they never let you know their affairs.

Your fingers fumbled on that last thought and then you felt it. Jealousy. You knew before he married you, before your father offered your hand to his house who his brother was, so it was completely understandable that he might be the same. You believed you could be happy with whatever small part of himself he could share with you. You knew and you tried to prepare yourself for the other woman that could came to him in secret, you thought you could simply ignore it. But having him away from you, not knowing what could happened to him or what he would have done without your acknowledge could destroy any preparation you had.

But now. Now in this moment, now that he was in front of you, supporting your orders towards the servers, letting you undress him. You understood perfectly. You wanted him, you wanted all of him. You wanted to make him yours.

The warmth of his skin surrounded your fingers. The scent of his skin was hot and masculine, completely delicious as you breathed in. You almost close your eyes to savor him. “You don’t have to.” His whispers brought you back to reality.

“I know…but I want to.” You reply silently.

He straightened for a moment and you almost forgot how to breathe. Aemond was a tall man, your head only reaching his chin. He was slim but his body demonstrate the hours he put to train. Long, lean muscles corded his arms and shoulders. You knew how hard he work to be perfect, you saw him in the secretness of the shadows. You had the urge to touch him, to trail your fingers across his body.

You glance up and he was still watching you, his face still not showing emotion. Your hand reached up and touched his eye patch, your fingers carefully traced the borders of it but didn’t reach far as Aemond’s hand grabbed yours, slowly pulling it down, softly kissing your palm before placing it against his cheek.

“I don’t want you to see it.” He whispered. “I don’t want to scare you.”

You sighed and gestured it towards the bathtub. “Please enter before it gets cold.”

He nodded silently, quickly undoing the rest of his clothes. Aemond entered the bathtub, closing his eye for a moment before offering you his hand. “Come.”

“I believe my job is to help you bathe, my husband. That was the servant’s job, wasn’t it?” You sat at the border, your hand placing a strand of silver hair behind his ear.

He smirked for a second. “Jealousy does suit you.” He tugged at your hand. “But at this moment, the only wish I have is for my wife to bathe with me. Come.”

You hesitated for a moment.

“Do you trust me?” He asked you.

You watched him in silence before nodding, his hands grasp your waist and dragged you carefully into the water. The hot water made you hissed at the feeling. Your night dress began sticking to your skin but neither of you bothered to take it off…yet.

“You had me worried for your safety.” You stretched for a second, your hand grabbing the silver bowl at your side. You filled it with water and Aemond tilting his head backwards, so the water didn’t enter his eyes. “I thought the worst.”

“I apologize, my mother send me to resolve a few problems my brother has caused.” He close his eye at the feeling of your hands massaging his scalp. “You could come with me if it bothers you.” He muttered contently. “You could ride Vhagar with me.”

You chuckled. “Your mother will have my head if you allow me to accompany you to these quests.”

“Ah, so my mother is the one who forbid you to meet Vhagar?”

“I did not say that.” Your fingers tugged his hair a little bit making him chuckle. “There are other factor that intervene in riding your dragon.”

Aemond open his eye, stopping your hands. “And which are those factors, my wife? Perhaps I can help to dissolve them.”

“Well, there’s the possibility of your dragon eating me.” Aemond smirked. “There’s also the possibility of me falling to my death.”

“I see, Vhagar won’t damage you as he would see your connection to me and be assured that I will always catch you.” Aemond smiled, his hand caressing your cheek. He leaned towards you, his breath brushing your lips, making you shiver. “Do not listen to my mother, you marry me, not her.”

You tried to hide your smile. “Are you wooing me with your words?”

“Am I?” He returned your smile, his hand trying to make you go closer to him.

“I’m already your wife, there’s no need to woo me.” You whispered against his lips. He moved his hands around your body, carefully raising your wet night dress, you raised your arms and let him took it away from your body.

“I believe you are in the wrong, my little wildflower.” He said. “I think there’s every need for it.”

Aemond closed the distance as his need to feel your mouth against his overpowered his senses. He needed to feel it, need to mark it as his own. Days apart you had said earlier, he felt them as well.

Your cheeks blushed at his forwardness, he felt you submit at his actions. He loved how sensitive you were, how responsive to the smallest actions. His hands gripped your hips and force you to close the nonexistence distance between the both of you. If he could make you cum by simply kissing you, he would spend hours and hours doing so.

Your hands reach for his eye patch. Aemond stop abruptly.

“Then let me woo you as well. Allow me to do it.”

“Why bother at all?” he asked you. “I’m yours.”

“Let me love you.” You kiss his cheek, Aemond closed his eyes at the feeling. “Let me cherish you.” Kiss. “Let me possess you.”

“Possess me?” He allow you to slip off his eye patch. You softly kiss his scar. The beautiful sapphire showing itself. “Do you want to possess me?”

“Yes.” Your nose bopped his. “I do it in front of the king’s eyes, I do it legally.” You softly said. “But I don’t know if you truly are mine.”

“I’m yours.” He said again. “I’m yours the same way you are mine.”

His hands slid down your back, his eye open and he groaned when your hand wrapped around his cock, slowly sliding it up and down the shaft. “Ride me, my beautiful wife. Ride me until I fill you with my seed. Show me the way you want to own me.”

Your hands went to his shoulders, gripping them tightly, your nails digging at the skin. You slowly sank down his cock, soft panting breaths escaped you as he slid as far as he could.

Aemond was in heaven hearing the beautiful sounds you made as you began to ride him, you went slow and he didn’t want to take charge, not yet as he wanted to do it slowly, do it with care, with reverence, he wanted you to feel he was willing to submit to you. But Gods, you were tight, so fucking tight and it was impossible to stay still. He began moving with you, forcing himself to take his time with each thrust. He put your hands around his neck before hugging your figure. His eye opened, wanting to see your expressions.

“(Y/N),” He whispered. Your eyes opened at the sound of your name, he never used it. “That’s it, feel me. Feel how hard I am for you, only you.” He kissed you quickly. “Fuck.”

Your hands slide into his hair, beautiful strands of silver across your fingers. With a growl, you clash your mouth with his. The way he tasted was something else, it was strong and masculine, it made you feel hot, wanted, needed.

“Aemond.” You breathed against his lips. “Please.” You lifted your hips, trying to take him deeper. “Please, my love, please.”

“Tell me.” He grunted. “Tell me what you want, wildflower. Tell me, I will give it to you. Only to you.”

“Faster.” You moaned and his control finally snaped. He grasped your legs tightly and stood up. The water moving wildly at his actions, completely wetting the floor. He step aside of the bathtub carefully and made his way towards his room. “Aemond!” You gasped as he moved both of you naked. “Someone will see.”

“I’ll kill them if they see you.” He grunted. “I will show them no mercy.”

You moaned.

He walked rapidly to the bed, carefully placing you on it, not caring if you were wetting it. He grasped your legs and put them around his hips, entering you quickly. Both of you moaned. He stood still, savoring the how wet and hot your cunt was around his cock. He kissed you and began pounding into you with so much force.

“Yes.” You moaned. “Yes, yes…please…please Aemond, please.”

“Take it, I’m yours.” Your slick walls contracted around him at his words. You arched, pressing your breast into his chest. Your tights clenching hard around his hips as you came. Aemond sloppily kiss you, biting your lip. “Another, give me another.” He demanded.

“Faster…harder.” You reached back and buried your fist on his hair, clinging to him, forcing him to kiss you.

“That’s it, take me.” His thrust became harder, his expression intense and wild. Your hips met every thrust he gave you. Your soft cries fueled the insanity he was feeling. “You won’t ever doubt me, you are mine. I’m yours. That’s how it was meant to be.”

“Aemond, please.” You cried against his lips.

Pleasure washed over him. An addicting euphoria took over his body. He wouldn’t last as your cunt was tightening again against his cock. “I will show you. I will show you.”

He gasped. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” His head burying into your neck. His breaths were harsh as he pound even harder. “So perfectly mine. Only mine.” You held him tight against your body as he began cumming. You felt it fill you completely. Gods, how you love that feeling. “Mine. Mine. Mine.” He repeated as his hips slowly began pausing his thrust. “Mine.”

“Yours.” You answered against his temple. “And you are mine.”

He stayed there for a few seconds, savoring the feeling of your body against him. With a grunt he rolled off you before tucking your body at his side. His legs intertwining with yours. His hands slowly caressing your side.

You closed your eyes. “I mean what I said.” Aemond kissed your forehead. His hand brushing away your sweaty hair. “You are mine and I am yours. There’s no changing in that.” A smile broke against your face, your eyes slowly opening. He smiled softly at you. “Erase your fears from that beautiful head of yours, there’s nothing to fear when I’m at your side.”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing, sleep. I have tired you enough already.”

“You will be here when I wake up?”

“I will not leave your side, my beautiful wife.”

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