Ashes In The Castle ||| Aemond Targaryen

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The moment Aemond felt her touch his cock, he opened his eyes and grabbed her hands. As if she was going to force him to fuck her.

"Relax," she whispered, leaning forward to kiss his neck. "If you do not want my maidenhead, you will not have it. But I will not let you leave without something from me."

Aemond trusted her. So he let her have control, using his hands to caress Naerys' sides. He rubbed the back of her neck as she began to do many of the same things he'd done to her only moments past.

She kissed his jaw and neck, her nails raking down the length of his chest and back respectively.

Naerys made him shift around, so he was sitting near the edge of the bed, his legs hanging off of the side.

And when he was where she wanted him, Naerys mounted him. She chose to straddle him there, her arms hanging languidly over his shoulders.

Aemond let his hands travel up her back as she continued to kiss and suck on his neck. She smiled when she found the sweet spot, right in the crook of his neck. A groan from within his chest let her know she had it.

He had tortured her. Kept her in a state of desperate arousal. Naerys decided she would like to return the favour.

She was propped up on her knees at first, using it as leverage to kiss the upper half of him. Slowly, though, Naerys lowered herself onto him.

It felt nice for her even if she was still sensitive from what he'd done moments prior. Naerys felt him tense when she was pressed against his trousers and suppressed a smile.

Naerys let him feel her there for a moment before she began to move. Purposeful and painfully slow. She swivelled her hips over him, teasing him with what he wouldn't take.

At that point, she couldn't blame him for what he did to her. Because she greatly enjoyed listening to him try and keep himself composed, feeling him swallow thickly and shift underneath of her.

He put his hands on Naerys' hips and pulled her down, needing to feel more pressure from her. Aemond almost couldn't take it. He wanted to rip his trousers off and fuck her until she couldn't think.

But he made a promise. To her and himself. So he took his hands off of her hips and pulled her upper half closer, breathing her in.

Naerys could tell he was folding. And despite everything, she wouldn't force him to do something he was adamant not to. No matter how much she wanted it.

Carefully, she leaned backwards and lowered her feet to the floor. Naerys slid off of him and sunk down onto her knees in front of him, her hands still touching his abdomen and playing with the hem of his trousers.

She hooked her fingers through the top of them and pulled. Aemond helped her, pushing himself up off of the bed so she could fully remove the last of what he was wearing.

As soon as his trousers were pulled away, Aemond sprang free. Naerys could see him fully for the first time and regretted his commitment to faith even more.

He was perfect. Everything was.

Naerys took him in her hands and began to stroke him. Like everything else she'd done it was slow and purposeful, she paid close attention to the head, enjoying the delightful hum he gave.