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“I’d Probably Still Adore You With Your Hands Around My Neck” - Sou Hiyori | Shin Tsukimi x Fem Reader

You've got something Sou wants, so you offer a trade. The stress of all that's happened really starts to pile on two horny young adults who have a lot of heated tension.

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he's addressed as sou bc this is before his name reveal and you're in the game blah blah, takes place chapter 2 part 1, enemies to enemies with benefits, Barebacking, Creampie, Doggy Style, Wall Sex, Riding, Cowgirl Position, Vaginal Sex, Breeding, long intro with equally long sex scenes, Begging, he's vocal, Whining, Reader-Insert, he calls you "miss", Female Reader, Vaginal Fingering, Hickeys, Bruising

6,620 words

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37517044

full fic under cut

The ruined corridor was extremely eerie. You hated being in there alone, especially with Kanna's trial room at the end of the hallway, disturbingly similar to your own. It felt as if you were presented with the puzzle ages ago, and when because of you that stranger you were paired up with…

You trudged one with heavy steps. You had a mission and you were determined to go through with it.

You heard the confrontation between Keiji, Sara, and Sou a little while ago. You were in the dark about a few things, but some eavesdropping let you in on the gist of what was going on… Kai's laptop found on the first floor was discovered again. Keiji, Q-taro, and Sara lost it and Sou got it back somehow, and he had the charger for it. Keiji and Sara seemed to be having some conflict with each other, which could be a real issue for everybody since they were the backbone of most operations.

Everyone else tended to float to their side. Sou was a bit of an instigator, with the suspicion upon him that he influenced Joe’s card in the last Main Game and generally being an asshole to everyone who even tried to converse with him.

You felt terrible for Sara. You couldn’t even get close to imagining what it felt like to lose your best friend to something that was uncontrollable. Just having to see a complete stranger die brutally was sickening itself, but your best friend? She was so young too.

Regarding who was on whose side, you were more in the middle of the bunch. Sure, you agreed with Sara and her group’s ideals; everyone ought to work together to get out of this hell hole. But your distrust of the others, especially that shady Keiji guy, made it hard to stick around with them. You were definitely not on Sou’s side, that was for certain. Just thinking about how he’d been manipulating poor Kanna to do his bidding made your teeth grind. He was shrewd, rude, and had even convinced you that he was a good guy when all of you first met. His change in face hurt you more than you’d like to admit; you’d taken a real liking to him and considered him a close companion… at least, as close as you could get to someone after knowing them for only a short time.

The introduction of the Me-Tokens enticed you, especially with the opportunity of uncovering Sou’s secrets. You had formulated a plan to get some of his Tokens, which required you to give him a taste of his own medicine. Your excellent snooping skills provided you with a boon that he would without a doubt try to get from you. He knew more about this terrible game than he was letting on. Maybe his Sou-Tokens could give you some insight?

All this is what led up to you wandering through the ruined corridor, seeking out Sou.

The creepiest room, but also the most likely one to find him in, was the room with its entrance covered in rubble. No light came from within it, but there was an odd buzzing as if something electrical was powered on. As you carefully edged around the corner, you began to hear the clicking of typing on a keyboard.

It had to be Sou, no doubt about it. It was too dark to see anything clearly, but the outline of a person hunched over a laptop was sitting in there. You had to be quiet and cautious. If he caught wind of you sneaking up to him, he’d run out and your plan would be foiled.

It would require some physical strength to hold him down so he couldn’t escape. You weren’t worried about that part because Sou was surely not capable of fighting back against you. You were mostly concerned that he would yell out and scream, but that wasn’t likely because he wouldn’t want the others to come in, considering a certain group of people may join in with you by holding him immobile as they stole the laptop, leaving your own end of the scheme unresolved.

You crept slowly, making sure you wouldn’t accidentally trip over any rubble, which got easier as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. You suspected Sou would be more alert considering everyone hated his guts and letting his guard down could mean life or death, but he didn’t turn around as you approached slowly, your calves aching as you tiptoed agonizingly slow.

Once you were close enough, you observed what he was doing. He was on the lock screen of the laptop, trying to guess the new password. He sat with his head resting on his chin, deep in thought.

This was your chance, and it might be the only one you get.

With swift movements, you tightly snagged his wrist and pushed his shoulder against the back of the chair, making him unable to turn and see who his attacker was.

“Fuck!” Sou’s tone was one of complete shock, but he was smart enough to hush himself down. He was cunning and good at smoothly talking his way out of things, but that wouldn’t work now if someone walked in considering most of the other participants would rather see him dead.

“Listen, don’t yell. I wanna talk to you,” you mumbled. His shoulders seemed to untense a moment after recognizing your voice, or he was so weak that he couldn’t put up a fight anymore after only a few seconds of struggling.

“Talk to me? Sure,” he replied. “If you’re trying to get the laptop back, don’t even bother.”

You eased your grip on his shoulder and he sucked in a breath through his teeth as he rolled it. “I’m not interested in the laptop. Like I said, just a talk is all I’m looking for,” you said.

Sou laughed, but it was a bitter one and you anticipated a snarky comment to follow it. “Yeah, just a talk. Right.” He turned his head up to look at you, eyes narrowed in a scowl. You caught a glimpse of his collar tucked under his scarf.

“If you want a talk with me, let go of me. You’re gonna leave bruises,” he said as he yanked his arm and you complied. He shut the laptop, standing up and shaking his now-freed hand in the process.

He leaned in closer to you as he talked as if to intimidate you. It didn’t work very well, considering you were surrounded by taller-than-average men ever since you got to this game who were much more unnerving with appearances alone. Sou was unpredictable and cunning, which was menacing in its own way. At least he had that going for him.

“Are you here to be Miss Sara’s little spy? Interrogate me on what I know? I told you all already that I’m just as much in the dark as the rest of you,” he sneered.

You wanted to slap him silly, tell him to back up a little. That would get you nowhere though. Instead of responding, you pulled out the smartphone from Kanna’s trial room from your pocket. Sou’s aggravating smirk quickly changed to a frown and he lunged for the phone. You were quicker than him, however, and kept it out of his reach.

“I knew you wanted this,” you said. Earlier, you witnessed Sara and Kanna heading to the sickening trial room at the end of the hallway and Sou arriving with Alice. That was suspicious in its own right, but after seeing Sou and Sara each eye the room as they passed, you went in on your own to try and figure out what was in there.

From the exclamation Sara gave when she went in with Kanna in tow, you expected to see her sister’s mangled body or traces of it. Luckily, the room had been cleaned up. However, you spotted the smartphone under the bed with a disturbingly horrible message meant for Kanna’s eyes: a goodbye message from her sister telling Kanna to go to hell for ditching her.

You figured this is what Sou wanted and snatched it up before anyone else could enter the room. This is how you ended up with it, and you were evidently right about your assumption. Sou stared at you in distaste, accepting that he couldn’t steal it out of your hand and avoid any bartering.

“You’re real sneaky. Someone like you has a real chance of winning this game, huh?” He paired this comment with a slight smile, the same one he gave you when he first introduced himself as the timid job hopper.

Whether you had the skills to win or lose wasn’t your top concern, although it would come up eventually, wouldn’t it? It was unavoidable. You felt a pit in your stomach when you realized this is how he so easily got people to trust him; snide comments that hit you right in your weak spot.

“I want to make a trade. Your Tokens for the phone. How about that?” You said.

Sou’s eyebrow cocked. “You just had to get yourself into something that didn’t involve you, Miss (y/n).” He readjusted the laptop under his arm. “Alright, I’ll trade you some. Don’t expect me to fork over all—”

Voices from the hallway grew louder as they got closer to the room the two of you were in. You recognized Q-taro’s booming voice and Keiji’s smooth mumbles.

“Look, I know y’all probably don’t wanna talk t’me right now, but I just wanna say I’m sorry,” Q-taro said.

You couldn’t hear Keiji’s response, but it seemed to aggravate Q-Taro since his tone got considerably louder.

The air left your lungs as Sou swiftly pulled you against him, hiding behind the wall so that the men wouldn’t spot you two if they decided to check the room. His hand covered your mouth as his other wrapped around your waist, holding you close.

His palm was sweaty against your lips which made you grimace in disgust, but the pressure of his chest rising and falling against your back and his quick breaths tickling your ears made your heart pound. You hated Sou, you really did, but being this close to anybody would naturally get a reaction out of anyone. You could smell the scent of the communal bath's shampoo, he was incredibly warm, and your body held against his with no discomfort or awkward angles.

He didn't move an inch as he listened to ensure Keiji and Q-taro weren't in the corridor anymore. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you flush against him.

Sou emptied all the held air in his lungs with a large sigh and moved his hand away from your mouth once he judged that the coast was clear. "We'll talk in your room. If anyone asks, say we're trading our Tokens. Do not mention the laptop or the phone. If you do anything to mess with our deal…" He paused to give you time to assume what he meant.

You pulled away from him and gave yourself a few feet of distance. Goosebumps remained on your arms and you tried to calm your heart from exploding out of your chest. You realized how cold the room was now that he wasn't holding you tight against him. "What're you gonna do?" You mocked.

“Don’t play around with me,” he replied. “We’ve got another Main Game coming up.”

The fact that he could say such heartless things without hesitation made your stomach twist. Sou was more determined to get out of here than anyone and was prepared to drag everyone down with him if he couldn’t win. You thanked whatever cruel higher power that was watching you that he was the only one who seemed to have such evil intentions out of all the people here.

The walk back to your room was silent. You trailed behind Sou, making sure he didn’t try to do anything suspicious. Now and then he’d turn around to scoff at you or see if you were planning something, but otherwise, he kept quiet. The two of you didn’t encounter anyone on the way to your room. You opened the door for him and nodded his head as thanks.

You locked the door and sat on the bed while Sou took a seat on one of the chairs. He removed Kai’s laptop from the inside of his jacket and took out his wallet, jingling with Tokens. You held the phone tight in your hand.

“Tell me why you wanted my Tokens,” he said. “Otherwise I refuse to give them to you.”

Wasn’t it obvious? What else are they for? “Take a wild guess, Sou.”

“I have to make sure you’re not in cahoots with that damn policeman and his little friend,” he said. He tugged on his scarf to adjust it.

“When’s the last time you saw me talking with them, hm?” You stood up in front of him. “I’m not trying to trade them to anyone else. Give me fifty for the prize exchange.”

Sou cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, you wanna know what my profile says about me? I’m just as curious as you.”

Good, you thought. He seems to be open for a trade. “I’ll show you what’s on it if you trade the Tokens for the smartphone. Otherwise, I’m keeping the phone.”

You had no idea what his intentions were for the phone. Did he want Kanna to see the message her sister left for her? Another way to break her and command her to do his bidding? He seemed to want it pretty badly; he was eyeing it in your hand through the entire conversation.

“I can’t let you see what's on my profile,” he mumbled. The sudden change in his tone made you wary of him.

“Why not? Maybe you’re tied to this game in some way. We already know our kidnappers are capable of creepy realistic dolls and accurate AI. Who’s to say they can’t give you some kind of amnesia so you forget what you knew about them?” You said.

“Aren’t you at all suspicious as to why Kai had Sara’s family name as the password? The emails? If you want to know something about the Game, get her Tokens. I won’t have anything about it in mine.” Sou stood up now to match your position. He leaned close, head tilted to the side. The laptop was placed on the chair, so even if you did try to lunge for it, he could easily reach it before you.

He was being logical about that. But Sara’s profile wouldn’t have anything about her family, other than where they lived maybe. It’d only have information about herself. Unless she was a crazy good liar and as willing as Sou to let people die, especially her very own friend Joe, you didn’t expect her to secretly know anything about the game either.

“You’re being pretty stupid,” Sou said bluntly. “Give me the damn phone. I’ll make sure to not throw you under the bus later on. Unless… you’re willing to put Gin’s life on the line too? Maybe poor Sara's?"

At first, you paused to make sure you heard him right. The realization that he meant what he said forced a shocked laugh out of you. “Don’t bring them into this! They're just kids!”

“Oh, I shouldn’t bring them into this, huh? You’re saying this to me and not the sick fucks who put us and innocent kids into this Game?!” He brought his hand up to your chin, gripping it hard to make sure you wouldn’t turn away from his gaze. He stared into your eyes, the corners of his mouth upturned in a malicious smile.

You could feel your heart drop into your stomach. You could easily pull away from his grasp, but you were struck with such strong unease that your body wasn’t responding to your brain’s signals to move! Push him away!

Bringing your hand up, you gripped his wrist and clenched your jaw. “Don’t try to scare me with your silly little threats,” you replied.

Your response caused him to cock an eyebrow. He let out a huff. “‘Silly’, Miss (y/n)? You think I’m talking out of my ass?” He slowly turned your face to the side, then to the other as if he was observing you and getting a good look at your features for the first time.

“Sure, you got away with it in the first Main Game, but are you strong enough to do it again this time? Or are you gonna pussy out of it?” You managed to give him a smartass smirk to really push in your point.

The next few events happened so fast and so unexpectedly that you couldn’t process what was going on until it was well underway. After his features flashed with abhorrence, just for a split second, Sou moved his hand from your chin to the back of your head, fingers intertwining in the roots of your hair as he pulled back. Not hard enough to cause severe pain, but enough where you cried out with a yelp and thought, what a fucking dick! Playing dirty! Is he seriously going to get physical just because I called him a pussy?!

His face leaned into the crook of your neck and you felt the unexpected pain of his teeth biting down on the sensitive skin, then suckling on the same spot.

Your pained cries forcefully turned to staggered whimpers, because although you had no idea what the hell he was trying to accomplish with this, you were begrudgingly enjoying it. His other arm wrapped around the small of your back to steady you, more like keep you from pulling away, as he burrowed his face into your neck and shoulders, nipping and sucking till you were sure you’d have a big ugly patch of red and purple trailing down the right side of your neck.

You knew you’d eventually collapse if he continued his attack on your skin. Your legs felt like jelly and your gut was twisting with giddy butterflies. Sou suddenly pulled away and shoved you to the side against the wall. Your palms met the wall with a smack, and you felt the ebbing pain similar to that when you fall on your ass and use your hands to catch yourself. He gave you no time to turn around and retort because he was upon you again, his fingers interlocking with yours above your head as he held you pressed against the wall.

You realized that you had dropped the smartphone by this point, but that was the least of your concerns right now. His knee nudged and pushed against your clothed cunt from behind, giving it just enough friction to cause your breathing to come out in quick, heavy huffs.

When you craned your neck around to try and look him in the eyes, he moved in, smashing his lips against yours fervently and rather rough. His hands pushed down on yours, making your wrists ache and skin sting.

Sou pulled back for a breather and looked at you with a dumbstruck look on his face. His eyes trailed the bruises on your neck, then he met your gaze.

You took this opportunity to finally voice the thoughts in your head, although you didn’t actively try to pull away your hands. You very well could, if you wanted to. Curiosity of what was to come and his intentions got the best of you. “What the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to get me to admit something?! Y—”

“Oh my god, just shut up, Miss (y/n). You’re so noisy. Too damn noisy,” he said with a chuckle under his breath. The feeling of his breath hitting the nape of your neck sent a dizzying shiver of arousal to your cunt. He leaned in again, and you could tell this time he tried to not be so rude and pushy with his kiss, waiting until you initiated the movement and prodded your tongue against his lower lip before he continued. His hand trailed down to get under your shirt, making his way to your tits, thumbing your pebbled nipples and squeezing the flesh tight. His hand was cold and provided an interesting sensation that you guiltily enjoyed, clearly, with how you couldn’t help but grind against his thigh pushing up between your legs.

The smartphone was nowhere to be seen, neither of you paying any mind to it now considering the situation presenting itself. You’d gotten into this intending to get something useful out of it; gaining his Tokens, any information Sou had been withholding from the rest of the group, or even an answer on why he wasn’t collaborating with the others. But all that escaped your mind as he fondled your breasts, fingers tracing over your sensitive nipples, his lips pushing against yours as if you’d back away if he held off even a bit. He pressed against your ass, the growing pressure of his cock insistent and pushy as the two of you got more intimate.

You bit his lip, demanding him to go deeper, farther with the kiss, but he pulled away, leaving you hot and bothered. Either he was teasing you or didn’t know what he was doing, but it was getting really annoying having to stop when it was just getting good.

Sou moved his hand down to unbuckle his belt, tossing it to the side without care as to the noise it made when it hit the floor. He unzipped his pants and lowered them, and you suddenly felt shame at what the two of you were doing.

Just a bit ago you swore you wanted to punch his stupid face in. Now, you could feel your cunt anticipating his entrance, fucking you hard against the wall, hearing his annoying voice whine your name with an affectionate “Miss” before it. Even the mere thought of what he could do to you in such a compromising position caused your legs to clasp together as your pussy clenched with delirious lust. Sou was leaning his head against your shoulder, watching your eyes slowly shut as your imagination ran amok.

“What are you waiting for?” You heatedly asked. “Is this your sick idea of a joke?”

“Yeah, ‘cuz I’d be pinning you against the wall and groping your chest as a joke. You’re real dumb, Miss (y/n).” Sou reached to grab your hips and pushed his growing hard-on against your ass, burying his face into the crook of your neck with a jagged sigh as you cooperated and pushed back against him.

His fingers slowly moved to the front of your pants, where he unbuttoned them and began to pull them down along with your panties. He let them fall to your ankles, but before his hands returned to your hips he dragged a knuckle against your throbbing clit, forcing a strained whine from your throat.

The whole situation wasn't very romantic, rather a step-by-step process as he grew more adventurous and pushed his boundaries. Sou reached to grab the meat of your ass, nails digging into the crease of your thighs. You couldn't do much except stare at the bare wall in embarrassment, sure that if you were facing him you wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes.

“What happened to you giving me daggers, hm?” A slight jiggle as he clutched your cheek in his hand, but you held your tongue. “You weren’t afraid to talk back. What happened?”

He smacked your ass without warning, making you suck in a quick breath through clenched teeth. He laughed at the reaction and gripped it once more before he slid his hand to your soaking cunt, two fingers pressing tentatively at the entrance.

You eased your feet apart, although you didn’t do it consciously, to give him more room as he pushed in, the slick from the prolonged tension making it an easy task. His fingers were slender and he prodded your walls, gauging your reactions with each push. When he got a quiet moan out of you, he began to finger-fuck you vigorously and you gripped the wall for support to no avail.

“You take it so good, (y/n). So wet for me. Was it from the arguing? My pervy touches? Do you like being cornered like this?” He paused to breathe, the action of fingering your tight pussy taking a lot out of him.

“You’re so annoying. I could say the same about you. I can feel how hard you are when you're grinding against my ass,” you whispered as the tips of his fingers careened against the bundle of nerves, sending a fresh wave of lustful intoxication to your head. He favored the spot after that and moved his other hand to press down on your clit and rub small circles over the bud.

Your inner thigh muscles began to strain as you approached an orgasm. You reached for his wrist to try and steady yourself, feeling distressed at how much you enjoyed Sou’s fingers spreading open your cunt.

“You're gonna make m- me… cum,” you said, your voice warbled with the pressing build-up of your orgasm, coated with a thin layer of shame at how easy he brought you to it.

With no control over your body anymore, your thighs snapped shut as you came, slick coating his fingers as he fucked you as best as he could while your walls clenched around his digits. You squeezed his wrist tight in an attempt to cull his motions on your sensitive clit, the feeling borderline painful as you rode down your climax and he pulled out his fingers.

You panted heavily, wiping at your mouth to make sure you hadn't drooled during your delirious state of mind while you only focused on the feeling of Sou's fingers curling up into you. He left you winded as your pussy slowly clenched around nothing, waiting and begging for more.

Behind you, Sou was pulling down his underwear, stroking himself with your cum still on his fingers. He didn’t give you a chance to rest before he prodded your pussy with his tip, leaning in to bite the lobe of your ear.

“Bend over for me more, ‘kay?” He mumbled, slowly rubbing his cock as he pulled back on your hip, trying to make you push against it and meet him halfway.

Rather than a response, you brought your hand back and began to pump his cock quickly, making him stutter out an exclamation. He dug his nails into your hip, trying to keep his cool and hold down any urges to whine.

“Ah, fuck,” he whispered, having the ability to pull away from your grasp but choosing not to. “Qu- quit it, or else I’ll tell them how you begged me for this, begged me to fuck you.”

You figured it would only be fair to get him off without the help of your cunt surrounding his achingly hard cock, but a flash of thought about him pushing into you made you decide otherwise. As much as you hated to admit it, the only thing you were craving right now was him thrusting into you, his snide comments mumbled into your ear as you took it like a good girl, just as he wanted. He sure was good at manipulating your own feelings; he made you hate him one moment and desperate for him to fuck into you the next.

You were sure he wouldn't tell the others about your little get together, but you wordlessly complied, moving to place your hands up on the wall, jutting out your bottom slightly to give him a better vantage to fuck you, and it took it as an invitation to get right to it. Lubing up his cock with your juices, he dragged in along your folds, making you let out an exasperated huff.

You were getting impatient, the teasing almost unbearable. If he kept this up, soon enough the others would start to look for you two and you’d have to part ways for the time being. Who knew when you’d get a chance to be alone again? And would he be willing to do it again?

The fact that you even thought that bothered you, although you weren’t surprised anymore. By this point you realized you liked him, really liked him, at least in a sexual way.

Which was a real shame, considering how much of an asshole he was.

You were about to turn around and complain to him, sarcastically tell him to keep taking his sweet time, but he pushed into you without notice and you felt the air you didn’t realize you were holding leave your lungs.

Sou mimicked your exhale, taking a moment to bask in the feeling before he slowly bottomed out, watching himself disappear into you. He held his hands on your waist, holding you in place. After a moment, he raised his head to look at you, a smug smile on his face.

“You feel awfully good, Miss (y/n). I wouldn’t complain if we happened to be alone again and you were up for it,” Sou said.

It’s as if he read your mind. “Oh yeah?” You mused. But that was all you would say to encourage him.

He slowly moved your hips against his as he worked up to the pace he wanted, sliding in and out of you with ease. The position he had you in made it so his cock slid against your front wall as it pushed in, making your clit jolt slightly as your spongey G-spot was gently massaged with each thrust.

Sou adjusted once more; he wrapped his right arm around your pelvis as if he was hugging you from behind, and the other snaked up to grip at your tits. He gave your nipple a small pinch and you whimpered at the touch.

That seemed to trigger something for him because he picked up his pace, his newfound arm position allowing him to pull you against his own thrusts, your ass meeting his thighs as the skin slapped with hollow claps. He rested his head into the crook of your neck once more and you could feel his hot breath fan against the skin on your nape, a million nerves lighting up at the sensation.

He rutted into you without care as to how you felt. The searing ache of being fucked hard with reckless abandon was dulled by the surge of hormones you were feeling, your pussy being stretched out for the first time in a while. You were sure you’d be aching by the time you went to sleep. Lewd squelches came from you as he pumped into you, and your deep breaths turned into strained moans as his cock continued to brush past your frontal wall.

Moving his hand from your tits, he brought it down to your clit once more and rubbed his fingers against your sore bud, begging for some kind of attention. Your muscles were aching and weak from the constant strain of being near orgasm for so long, your head dizzy from the haze of arousal.

You could hear hints of whines under Sou's breath as he exhaled against your neck. The realization that his uncontrolled utterings were your doing made your cunt squeeze around his cock, which caused him to moan, his lips brushing against your neck.

“Damn it,” he said. “You’ve already got me close.” He paused to take a breath. “Y- you feel so good. So good, (y/n).”

He continued to rut into you, but his pace began to get sloppy as he neared his own climax. The irregular, rough thrusts into your G-spot paired with his slim fingers attacking your swollen clit, along with his soft mutterings of your name against your neck brought you over the edge and you came once more, coating his dick with your creamy release.

The tightening of your pussy dragged him to his climax, and he tightened his grip on your pelvis with a heavy moan as he fucked into you once, twice, three times, pushing his hot load deep into you.

He remained in you for a bit, panting against your skin, although now he moved to rest his forehead against your shoulder blade. He didn’t have the strength in him to make a clever comment. He pulled out after his breathing returned to normal and began gathering his clothes.

You stood against the wall for a moment before moving towards him, grabbing his arm and pulling him to the bed.

“What do you want now?” He questioned, but he followed you and let you move his body.

“Lay down on the bed,” you replied.

Sou raised an eyebrow at you, moving to lay down and adjusting the pillows behind his back. You moved in, positioning your knees next to his hips. He suddenly had a bashful look on his face, although he kept up his cocky tone.

“You’re taking the reins now? You sure you can handle it?” He teased.

In place of a response, you lowered yourself down onto his dick, grinding your wet core against his shaft. He gaped as you slowly dragged in between your folds, moving his hands to your hips to give himself a better vantage to push up against you.

Sou struggled to keep his composure, biting his lip as his fingertips pushed into the flesh of your hips.

“You don’t like the teasing very much, do you?” You braced your hand on the headboard behind him. A particularly deep grind had both you and him releasing a gasp.

He shut his eyes and tilted his head back. “Please, Miss (y/n). Don’t make me wait any longer.”

That did it for you. Lifting yourself up, you reached between your thighs to align his hard-on with your entrance before slowly lowering yourself down.

The sound he uttered as he entered you was heaven to your ears. It made your cunt flutter with anticipation, and you hurriedly settled your weight on top of him.

You were hyper-aware of how he felt in you, from the slight curve and pressure in your lower gut. He kept his eyes shut, his fingers pinching the skin of your hips. You wanted to tease him and make him wait just as he did to you, but a primal urge to let his dick slide into you was overwhelming. Using your hands on the headboard and his chest to balance yourself, you began to move on top of him. The bouncing was already making your thighs sore from exertion, but you ignored it. You paused now and then to grind down on him, your clit rubbing against his pelvis, slick with a mixture of your natural lube and his load from before slowly leaking out of you.

Sou groaned with each thrust, and you could feel him pulling down on your waist to help aid your pace. After you arched back once more to grind down on him, he let out a deep moan and adjusted his legs behind you. He pulled you down for a kiss, tilting his head to the side to deepen it. With you leaning down to meet his mouth, he thrust up into you. His arms hugged your waist as he rut into you, his tongue pushing against yours. Your hand moved to grip the roots of his soft hair, plastered to his forehead from the sweat. In any other situation, it would’ve been pretty gross. But now, it intensified your lust, and you probably looked just as disheveled as him.

The slap of skin on skin echoed in the room, and your moans accompanied it as he increased his pace, nails digging into your sides. His cock pushed and dragged against your walls, stretching you painfully. You didn’t care about much else except reaching an orgasm, having his hot seed coat the inside of your cunt, already layered with his load from before.

He pulled away from the kiss and you rested your forehead on his. “Fuck, (y/n), don’t stop,” he whined. “I’m close, I’m really close. Don’t stop, please let me cum in you again.” His voice was strained, interrupting himself as he panted and huffed. “You feel so good.”

Sou’s vocal praises were enough to bring you to your climax, letting out a whine as your vision went white with heavy arousal. You couldn’t move anymore, your thigh muscles twitching and aching as your cunt squeezed around him, attempting to milk out all he had in him.

“Just like that,” he muttered. “Oh, Miss (y/n).” With a few more unpatterned thrusts, he yanked you down so you were flush against his hips as he came in you, his cum spreading in your pussy.

You felt it drip from you, the sheer amount of it too much as he pulled out of you. You laid on top of him, your head in the crook of his neck. Your chests met as you heaved and panted, the heat of his body almost overwhelming combined with your own. His scarf had been tossed away somewhere in the moment, although you weren’t sure when. It was all a blur, heavy desire blinding you and focusing your thoughts on one thing only.

He rubbed your back slowly as the two of you calmed down. After a bit, he gently slapped your back to tell you that he wanted up, and you rolled over to let him get up.

You lay atop the covers, watching him get dressed. You felt gross and sticky, but you were way too tired to care about that at the moment. He shot you looks as he dressed, but not the same ones he had given you before: rude ones meant to piss you off. He watched you stare at him.

"Don't think this was some kind of favor," Sou said. His voice reminded you of when the two of you first met; calm and timid, a little bit shy at the prospect of talking to a girl. "I think we both needed some kind of release like that. I'd rather you go to me for it than… Keiji, or Alice, or Q-taro." The last part was hushed as if he didn't want you to hear it.

If you two hadn’t been in a killing game, you’d be offering to let him stay the night. Tell him you’d call him soon for another meetup. Promising to make him breakfast in the morning. In another life, you really wished that was true and that you two were having a normal hookup, not a horny fuck prompted by the heat of the argument. The stress piling on and on from this sick game had a strange effect on people, and evidently, sex is what you and Sou demanded to help ease it.

But once he got everything together, he went to the door and let himself out.

Before he completely left, though, he turned to you one last time. “Listen, Miss (y/n). Don’t try snooping for information about me. You won’t find anything worthwhile,” he said. “And try asking Safalin for something to help with…” He gestured to his neck, and you suddenly remembered the barrage of bites he laid on your neck in the beginning, no doubt large bruises by now.

He shut the door behind him, and you realized that in his hand was the very same smartphone that you were going to use for your end of the bargain.

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Inviolable Bindings

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Chapter 24

The room was dimly lit, the flickering candles casting shadows across the walls. Viserra took a moment to compose herself as she waited for Aemond to join her. The room seemed untouched since the last time she had been there but she now had the time to walk around and study the little details where he found his solace.

As the minutes ticked by, she found herself growing increasingly restless. The walls seemed to close in on her, and she couldn't shake off the anticipation of what this confirmed information would mean for their next move on the warfront.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open and Aemond stepped into the room. His expression was unreadable, his one eye fixated on her. The air between them crackled with uncertainty for a moment before he finally spoke.

“The council members are being notified, we will meet this afternoon.” His tone left little for interpretation.

“That is good news,” she replied, “I believe we are overdue taking more serious action.”

Aemond approached her and she turned towards him in response.

“You defied me,” he spoke, his voice low and measured. “Your actions were rather reckless and impulsive.”

Viserra studied the seriousness of his eye, the darkness and warning that came from his statement. For a moment, she almost wavered in the confidence of her own decisions even though it was not in her nature to do so. Narrowing her eyes, she looked back to him, a burning irritation building in her chest as his words sank into her.

“I do not believe you are one to lecture me on reckless and impulsive behavior,” she hissed, watching as his jaw clenched in response to her words. “Do not forget the blood on your own hands, Aemond.”

He took a step forward, his voice low and now seething, "Do not presume to lecture me," he retorted, “I feel the burden of my actions each waking moment, but I will not tolerate your impertinence."

Viserra stood her ground, her own anger simmering beneath the surface. "Impertinence?" She snapped in defiance. "You speak of impertinence while somehow sitting upon an imaginary high horse, judging me for my actions? I do not see a crown upon your head. I am not yours to command. "

Both of them remained still, a heavy silence hanging in the air as their words echoed in the dimly lit chamber.

Aemond's gaze bore into her, his anger almost palpable. He had always been the one in control, someone who commanded respect and did not usually have difficulty obtaining it. But in that moment, faced with Viserra's defiance, he felt it slipping through his fingers.

“If you are to fight alongside me, this will not be the only time we disagree on such a thing,” she spoke, breaking the silence, her tone still firm but slightly softened. “You must find a way to work with me, to trust me, or our strength together will fall apart on the battlefield.”

Aemond’s eye narrowed again, his anger still smoldering within him. But beneath the anger, a flicker of understanding seemed to spark. Their shared goals should overcome any minute differences, though it was clear both bore egos that would make it difficult.

"Very well," he replied, his voice calmer but still tinged with apprehension.

"But know that I will not be silenced, nor let my opinions be dismissed,” she warned.

A flicker of relief passed through her when he did not contest her words. She watched as he took another step towards her, closing the distance between them. Taking a breath in and holding her ground, she showed she would not be intimidated by his presence.

Aemond brought his hand up and placed it to the nape of her neck. His thumb tracing her jawline before it brushed the bottom pout of her lip. The sudden change in his demeanor took her by surprise. Her breath caught in her throat as she attempted to gather her strength and remain steady. His eye still stared down to her with a certain degree of hardness, something she found both unnerving and provoking. Their clash of wills somehow seemed less significant now.

Aemond’s proximity brought her both desire and the conflicting urge to flee. His touch lingered on her lips, thumb tracing the curve of her mouth once more. The air between them seemed to be thick with tension, yet somehow within it all there was a need to let their fires burn together.

The flame that surged within them, pulled each to the other, blurring the lines between duty and desire. Aemond had an almost paralyzing effect on her, which was unlike what she felt with his brother. With Aegon, she led, in contrast to the invisible bindings that seemed to hold her to Aemond’s will.

Viserra's heart began pounding in her chest as she met his gaze, he had been studying her face as she sorted through her racing thoughts. When she spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. "What is your intention?"

Aemond's touch lingered on her lips as he continued to regard her with intensity. "I intend to have you," he confessed, the words hanging in the air between them.

Her breath hitched at his confession, her body responding to the surging desire that ran through her veins. This was a game for him, she thought, a grasp for control that he felt he had momentarily lost.

“And if I decline?” She asked, pushing back against his proposal solely to see his reaction.

Aemond’s hand dropped from her neck and he looked to her with an unreadable expression. The sudden loss of warmth from her skin almost made her reach out to pull him back to her.

“You would not have come to my chambers if your intent was to decline.” His words dripped with confidence, leaving no room for argument.

He was not wrong.

“As a man so tightly bound to duty and honor, I am surprised you feel this way after my actions in the dungeons,” she teased. Even though he could feel him gaining the upper hand, she wouldn’t let him win without a fight.

Aemond's gaze hardened as a flicker of irritation flashed across his features. She pushed back with each chance that was given. "My duty and honor do not negate my desires as a man. And the image of you there with your dagger in hand, passionate and unyielding, only fuels that fire,” he replied.

“The dutiful man would not prefer a woman like his betrothed?” She asked. “A delicate, graceful, true lady that represents their house with honor?”

Aemond's jaw clenched at the mention of his betrothed. He thought of the quiet, soft natured woman in stark contrast to the fiery spirit that Viserra possessed. The reminder of this duty to honor the arrangement was not one that brought him joy. His true desires ran much deeper than societal expectations.

"You do not understand the effect you have on me," he said through clenched teeth, his voice laced with frustration. Viserra's lips curved into a knowing smile, the power she held over him in that moment was undeniable.

"You are a perfect rendition of a prince born with the blood of the dragon," she spoke, bringing her hand up to rest on the side of his face. He flinched in response as her hand came close to the patch that laid across it.

No matter if she had seen it before, his injury was a sensitive subject, a constant reminder of his past and the pain he had endured. In that moment, however, he found himself drawn to her touch, despite his initial pull from her.

Locking his eye with hers, he felt the connection between them cinch tighter. "You embody the fire of house Targaryen as well, Viserra, " he spoke, his hand moving to gently grasp at her wrist. “Do not compare yourself to simpletons here at court.”

A smile appeared on her face as she took in the flattery. “I assure you, I do not,” she said, inching herself closer to him until she could feel the heat radiating off of his body. The tension between them grew even thicker. She could feel the pull, the magnetic force that seemed to draw them closer each time they shared moments like this.

His voice dropped to a low whisper, "Watching your fire rage with relentless brutishness there in the dungeons, your utter lack of fear… it is not something I have seen in a woman before..”

Her smile widened at his words. Leaning to him and rising up on her toes, she came as close as she could to his ear. “I believe we still have much to learn about each other.”

The playful, teasing manner of her voice seemed to light his primal side. Tightening the grip on her wrist, he swiftly brought it down and pinned it behind her back. At the same time, his other arm slipped around her waist and pulled her body flush with his.

“I am eager to learn all that you are capable of, Viserra,” he avowed, holding her firmly even as she made a poor attempt at pulling away. “To join you on the battlefield will be an exhilarating event.”

The message that he was sending was loud and clear. He acknowledged her own defiant, strong will, but wanted to show her the power and dominance that hid under his quiet and dutiful front. There was a part of her that resisted, but another that yearned to surrender to his control.

Her eyes locked with his, the desire that was now slowly pulling her into intoxication seemed to make her mind spin. "You will not tame me, Aemond," she spoke, “But I am willing to let you see a part of me that others do not.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Aemond’s lips came crashing down on hers. Her body melted against his as the flames of their desires consumed them both. The forcefulness of the kiss left her breathless, the passion overriding the stubbornness of their egos. His grip tightened once more on her wrist, fingers digging into her skin. The sensation was uncomfortable but the intensity of it only spurred her desire for more.

Without breaking their union, he walked her a few paces backwards until she was pressed against the large wooden post of his bed. Pinning her body to the firm surface, he brought her entrapped wrist in a position above her head. The combined passion seemed to light her inner fire completely ablaze and at that moment, she realized her rational mind was no longer in charge.

Teasing the hem of her shirt with his free hand, he began to inch the fabric up over her stomach. It became apparent that undressing her hastily would require more than one hand and he temporarily released both her wrist and her lips.

Careful fingers loosened the laces on her shirt before bringing the whole piece of clothing up and over her head. The cool air that immediately blew across her skin caused it to respond with gooseflesh. In turn, she brought her arms down across her chest to shield the sudden coldness that assaulted her sensitive nipples.

Aemond's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her exposed form, her arms hiding her breasts in a poorly executed attempt to shield herself from the cool air. With a gentle motion, he reached out and gently moved her arms away, exposing her skin to the room.

“Do not hide yourself from me,” he breathed. His fingers traced a path along her collarbone, down between her breasts, before finally coming to rest where his eyes had lingered. His hand cupped the full mound perfectly, taking her nipple in between his thumb and finger and giving it a quick squeeze. He watched with a smirk on his face as her body responded to the sensation, her breath catching right before a soft moan escaped her lips. “Do you trust me?” He asked, bringing his eye back up to look at her now flushed face.

The question seemed to pull Viserra out of the daze she was in. Looking to him, she narrowed her eyes and thought about it for a moment. “That entirely depends on why you are asking,” she spoke, the smirk on her face matching his own.

He did not answer with words but brought his hands to the belt sitting at his waist. Without hesitation, his fingers unlatched the buckle and he quickly slid the leather sliding off of his doublet.

There was a moment that Viserra’s heart seemed to skip a beat. She had a certain amount of hesitation and uncertainty without knowing what his intention was. He looked to her as she studied the piece in his hands, her own arms coming back across her chest.

“Raise them,” he directed, his voice low and firm. He watched as she hesitated once more, her eyes giving away to the suspicion she was feeling towards their interaction. “I want you to place your trust in me, just as you have asked me to do the same for you.”

Viserra could tell that his voice was filled with sincerity. She had asked him of this, and at some point she may actually have to trust him with her life.

Taking a deep breath in, she slowly unwrapped her arms from her chest and brought them up and over her head. Keeping her eyes narrowed, she watched for any sign that he had ill intentions. His eye was locked to hers as he brought his hands up to her wrists, holding them there and pressing himself up against her body again.

“If at any point you wish for me to stop, simply say the words and I will release you,” he breathed. Bringing his lips to hers she felt the slightest bit of tension release into their kiss. Without breaking their union, he brought the belt around her wrists and pulled it tight.

Viserra was the one who pulled from him and looked to the binding that now secured her to the bedpost. Part of her felt panicked, realizing that she was truly at the prince’s mercy and in a position she had never been in before. The other part found excitement in the unknown and sudden loss of control.

Aemond could sense her conflicting emotions. She was teetering on whether or not to let him proceed with whatever he intended to do. In the end, it was her ego that had the final say in the matter, not wanting to show him fear or weakness.

Taking a risk, he moved to unfasten the belt that held her blades to her hip. His hands disarming her with ease as she watched on intently. The weapons were an extension of herself, her protection. To relinquish them to another, even temporarily, was an act of vulnerability.

Closing her eyes, she took in another deep breath and forced herself to relax. The tension pulled at her shoulders as the anxiety began to fade from her body. Though she would not admit it out loud, she did trust him. Whether or not it was because of the intense connection they felt, she did not know.

Watching her ease into the restraint, Aemond brought his lips down upon her exposed neck, leaving a trail of kisses along her skin. She took comfort in the familiarity of his lips and let the back of her head lean onto the wood post behind her.

“Close your eyes,” he instructed, his hands tracing a line down her body. There was part of him that was surprised she relinquished control without much of a fight. Though something within him thought she would revel in the chance to let down her tough exterior and the responsibilities she held.

It was more difficult to follow his request than she anticipated, opening her eyes and looking at the man who seemed to be taking in her body as one would an exquisite painting. Catching her looking at him, he brought his attention back up to her. He realized she could not fight the curiosity and desire to observe his actions.

"Close them," he repeated, his voice now more firm than before. He had wanted her to surrender to pleasure without the power of sight, something that would enhance her other senses in return.

Reluctantly, she closed her eyes again, focusing on slowing her breathing. When it had been longer than she expected for him to return to her body, she disregarded his instruction once more and looked to him. She had not even noticed that he had stepped away, but he now returned with a smirk on his face.

“You cannot help it, can you?” He asked, holding out a piece of fabric for her to see, “This will help remove the temptation but you are to let me know if it is too much.”

Bringing the fabric up to her face, he watched for any indication that she was uncomfortable with his intentions. Her steady breathing and fiery demeanor only continued to stir the own desire within him.

Gently guiding the fabric over her eyes, Aemond tied it securely behind her head. The sudden darkness almost immediately heightened her senses, leaving her acutely aware of every touch, sound, and breath. It was only then that she felt that she had given up total control. For the first time in her life, she was truly placing her trust in someone else’s hands. A realization that almost took her breath away.

Aemond's hands began to explore her body again, his touch slow and calculated. Fingers traced along her curves, before running them back up her spine. Her skin again riddled with goosebumps and each place he had touched seemed to leave a hot trail in its place.

The slight ache in her shoulders was barely noticeable at this point, the rest of the sensations taking priority. A wet mouth closed itself around her hardened nipple, the sudden motion startling the blindfolded girl. Firm hands at her back pulled her to him, securing his mouth onto her breast.

He had been right about the lack of sight only enhancing everything else she would feel. It was overwhelming and she found herself completely lost in the moment. As his lips and tongue continued to lavish attention on her breasts, he began to trace his fingers over the contours of the rest of her. She felt the slightest tugging on her pants as she realized he was loosening the laces that held them on.

As he broke the suction from his mouth, she suddenly felt neglected as all attention ceased on her exposed body. Careful hands brought the hem of the pants over her hips and down her legs. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, she felt him remove both pants and boots with ease.

Finally exposed to the fullest and still bound and without sight, Viserra felt her heart start to race again. She attempted to slow down her breathing but found that it was much more difficult this time.

It was only when Aemond’s touch returned to her body that she felt as if she could ground herself. His hands danced along her abdomen, tracing the large scar she bore there. They slowly made their way down to her hips and then inner thighs, teasingly close to her center but not quite reaching it.

A soft grunt escaped her lips, a mix between pleasure and frustration. The desire for him to find her core seemed almost overwhelming. Firm hands found their way around to hold each curve of her bottom, soft lips making contact with the flesh below her navel.

“Be patient,” he breathed in between kisses that seemed to only move millimeters closer to the soft patch of silver hair that rested between her legs.

The anticipation was maddening. She could feel the heat building in her lower abdomen and the intensity of the ache in her groin only grew stronger. It was clear Aemond knew exactly how to drive her mad, proving that he did in fact have control over her in this moment. His lips moved to her upper thigh, skipping over the area that she wanted him to pay attention to most.

Straining against the belt that held her tightly bound to the bedpost, she instinctively arched her hips in an attempt to bring him closer to the area that so desperately needed to be touched.

Aemond chuckled softly, his warm breath and the vibrations of the laugh teased her even more. She felt one of his hands grip the back of her thigh, suddenly pulling her leg up and resting it on what felt to be his shoulder. Immediately after, the other leg was pulled out from under her and placed on the other side.

It was easy for Viserra to confirm their placement once both legs had found their way to each other again. She immediately noticed the slight strain from the suspension as a result from the shift in positions. Though just as before, the discomfort did not last long as strong arms wrapped around her thighs. Holding her there firmly, he reduced the pull that gravity had on her. Both of his hands reached around to grant him better access to the place he intended on focusing on next. She felt his breath again, this time hovering just millimeters away from her core.

Finally, he relented. As he brought his mouth to her, a gasp escaped from her lips. His own mouth closed around her sensitive bud as he began with gentle sucking. The waves of pleasure that coursed immediately through her body were almost too much for her to handle in that moment. It was the direct result of his skilled mouth in combination with the anticipation that had been built just moments before.

Instinctively, she used her legs to secure him close to her. She worried he would pull himself away, leaving her desperate and needing his attention once more. Several moans escaped from within her as he worked her body with a devoted determination. He had explored every crevice and lapped up the wetness each time it pooled at her entrance. Whenever he returned to her bud, it caused her body to shiver and soon he focused solely there.

Her hips moved to his rhythm and her breathing became increasingly labored, something that told him she was beginning to near her peak. Sensing this, he continued to pleasure her with no less intensity.

“Gods, Aemond,” she groaned, her voice revealing the overwhelm that she felt. “Fuck.”

As soon as she felt the waves crashing down through her body, she tightened the grip she had on him with her legs. After a few moments, she could not take the sensation of his mouth anymore, attempting but failing to bring her legs down off of him.

The grip on her thighs had loosened some, but Aemond knew she might feel weak upon standing. He gave her a little resistance with his strong arms, holding her trembling legs as she finally began to catch her breath.

“Aemond,” she breathed, feeling him carefully guide her feet to the ground and trying to find her bearings.

He did not answer her, but by the sound of it, had also brought himself back up to stand. There was a brief moment of hesitation where she was unsure of what was coming next. But before she knew it, Aemond had adjusted the belt at her wrists and she suddenly felt her full weight test gravity.

A yelp escaped her mouth as she was caught off guard, unable to perceive the sudden change in resistance. Her sight was still unavailable and her other senses betrayed her, but before she could anticipate falling, she was being supported by the man in front of her.

Her own fingers quickly pulled the blindfold from her head. Though the room was dimly lit, it still took her a moment to adjust from being in utter darkness. She brought her eyes up to Aemond, noticing that he was looking down to her with an unreadable expression on his face.

“You might need a moment,” he suggested, somehow maintaining his tall posture.

Viserra’s head seemed to feel fuzzy and instead of responding to him, she nodded and leaned into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, supporting her weight as he guided her just a few feet to the large bed. Gently easing her down on the edge, she immediately drew her knees up to her chest once she sat.

Aemond watched her for a moment, taking in the sight of her disheveled appearance. Her braid had come loose and her silver hair began cascading down over her shoulders as a result. Her pale skin was still flushed, mostly pink in her cheeks and the angry marks on her wrists stood out from where the belt had bound her.

Seemingly without a second thought, Aemond began to unlatch his doublet, disrobing with a certain carefulness that was his normal. Viserra observed him folding and placing the remainder of his clothing on the back of a chair, returning to her on the bed as soon as he was undressed.

His movements felt purposeful as he climbed around to her back, feeling the weight of him stop just behind her. His fingers brushed the hair out of his way and she felt his warm lips place a small kiss to the round of her shoulder.

“Are you alright?” He asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.

“Quite,” she replied, though she could not conjure up any more words at that moment. The experience had been new and exhilarating, something she would need to process with more time.

She felt him shift once more on the bed behind her, this time settling her in between his legs and wrapping his arms around her figure. Silence surrounded them for a moment, the air heavy with the weight of the shared experience.

He placed another kiss to her shoulder, this one lingering a bit longer and followed with just the slightest bit of suction.

“It is an honor to have your trust, Viserra,” he spoke in her ear, the words sent shivers down her spine. “I will not deny that I have had my doubts about you,” he continued, “Though I believe much of it had to do with the complexities of not knowing why my fire is so drawn to yours.”

Turning for the first time to look at him, she only blinked and waited for him to continue on.

“I felt it on the first night of your arrival,” he paused, seeming to struggle with how to continue his words. “It was overwhelming and it angered me. When you came to the library that night, it was as if I felt your presence before you had even walked through those doors.”

“If I remember correctly, you happened to be quite rude,” she stated matter of factly.

He released his arms from around her and looked to her with a sharp eye. “You do not understand,” he spoke, his tone stern, hinting that he was offended by her words.

Viserra raised an eyebrow, continuing to hold his gaze. "Then enlighten me," she challenged.

Aemond's jaw tightened as he seemed to struggle forming his answer. "I do not know if I can put it into words. Your presence seemed to unravel my self control. I had believed you would be a hindrance to us.”

Viserra's eyes widened in surprise. Even though he was speaking of the past, it didn’t do anything to dull the sting that the words brought.

“It frightened me,” he continued, his arms coming back to her body in another embrace.

"Frightened you?" she repeated, her tone questioning but still tinged with offence.

His gaze shifted away for a moment before returning to meet hers. "I have always been in control, able to keep any urges or distractions at bay," he confessed, voice barely above a whisper, “but your presence threatened that.”

Pushing out of his grasp and letting go of her knees, she turned and looked to him with stern eyes. “Is that why you did this?” She pressed, glancing at the bedpost that she had been bound to just moments before. “To restore the control you feel I have taken from you?” Suddenly, she felt as if the whole situation had been manipulated.

Aemond's eye widened as he realized her misunderstanding. A look of regret crossed his features as he thought how to carefully continue. "No, Viserra," he said. "I would not use you in that way simply for my own gain.”

She studied him for a moment, her anger slowly waning but not leaving entirely. “Then for what?”

Taking a breath in before responding to her, he reached out to move a strand of stray hair from her face. Though before he could touch her, she had reached out and snatched his wrist mid air.

“You have asked me to trust you more than once, but I watch as you mistrust all others here. Though you have bent the knee to Aegon, it is as if you do not serve under him. Your decisions seem to be made for your own self preservation,” he spoke, making no attempt to pull his wrist from her grasp.

The words that he spoke were not untrue. In fact, she was rather surprised at the accuracy of his observations.

“It is not quite as simple as that, Aemond,” she uttered. “The impossible pull that I feel towards the lot of you prevents me from acting simply in self preservation,” she paused for a moment, the rawness of their shared words making for strained conversation. “But each decision I make is for our survival.”

Aemond pulled his wrist from hers and continued on with brushing the hair from her face. This time she did not make any attempt to stop him.

“You and I share many similarities from our Valyrian blood. I see greatness in us, the possibility to hold an indefinite amount of power,” he spoke, his voice laced with conviction. “You would not deny this.”

There was truth to his words, she had indeed put much thought into the power of their combined forces. She leaned into his touch, her eyes searching his face for any sign of deception. "I would not deny it," she admitted.

A slight smirk formed at the corner of his lips and he began to trace his fingers along her jawline. “I needed to know that you would place your trust in me if given the chance,” he confessed. “It is not about taking back control, it is about showing us that we would place full confidence in making decisions for the other..”

Viserra was continually surprised with his level of intellect. Though quiet and reserved most of the time, his mind was always observing and scheming. Studying his face, she reached up with her own hand to remove the patch covering his disfigurement. He did not stop her, letting her slip it from his head and toss it aside.

Aemond looked to her once more, the sapphire catching light from the candle nearby. “You asked me to put my trust in you,” he spoke, “And now you have it.”

Author's Note:

Here you go you Aemond fiends, I am so sorry it has taken so long to get here again. I promise, there will be two chapters back to back with Aemond goodness. He is my favorite, after all.

Muah. <3

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