Aemond needed this so bad.
He needed his mind somewhere else, somewhere he had control.
He couldn't stop thinking of what to do. He didn't know what was right or wrong. Was it wrong to leave. Was it right.
Would they find him here.
Now he was worried about this girl.
What if she sold him out.
What if he wanted her.
Was he supposed to go with her. Meet with these people. Her brother.
What would happened after they met.
Would he ever see Jaelis again.
What if he was in prisoned.
So many what ifs.
And here he was about to fuck the princess.
The Princess of nothing apparently.
He smirked to himself.
This was probably the only chance he had with her.
That fact had them both hungry.
She was kissing the prince. Full of hunger, loving the way his hand ran down her side.
A dragon rider.
A dragon rider. She thought again.
What would he think of her.
Here she is kissing him. Acting like she has no dignity.
She didn't care, not when the gods sculpted him themselves.
His sharp features and sharp stare running chills down her spine.
She never gave him any hints. It was all his doing.
There lips connected almost perfectly. Tongues messaging each other.
Aemond squeezed her hip while pulling her foward onto him. She swung her leg around him understanding what he wanted.
The position bringing her back from her daze. She looked down on the prince. His member hard and pressing on her.
She gulped, her pussy soft and growing warmer by the second.
A sudden wave of exit ent washed over Jaelis.
Here she was on top of a dragon, who was willing to do as she commanded.
He watched her swollen lips gasp for air. He couldn't have enough of her. Grabbing her by the neck demanding more of her tongue.
"I can't." She tried telling him.
He didn't listen to her. Kissing her again. Bucking his hips up hungrily, Jaelis letting out a small whimper at his sudden roughness.
"You can't what?" He asked her.
Looking her in the eyes.
She kissed him, enjoying his lips and enjoying the feeling.
They can kiss for a little more.
She softly tan her fingers through his silky white hair. Warning her a small groan from the man.
Aemond broke away from her "so you can?"
Jaelis shook her head looking at him. She wasn't that nervous anymore. The feeling was mutual. Though she was still shy.
Aemond had fucked his share of whores, only for his pleasure.
It wasn't ever for their pleasure.
He didn't care if the whores came, if they felt any form of pleasure.
They were paid to pleasure him, he didn't owe them anything.
Not like Jaelis.
He wanted to see her begging for him.
He wanted to beg for her too.
Aemond hummed sliding his hands up her sides roughly, growing impatient again. Her skin was soft and intoxicating.
