Ashes In The Castle ||| Aemond Targaryen

twenty-six

You know what time it is

Naerys was bored to death in her quarters. She'd been smuggled books by Aemond but they could only keep her occupied for so long. She tried to keep a routine, jogging in place every day. But even that wasn't very stimulating. Naerys didn't appreciate being stuck with her thoughts. About betraying her family, unable to help Rhaenys.

She couldn't escape even if she wanted to. Guards outside her door at all hours, no weapons in her room, the windows lead to nothing. She couldn't pull the same trick she had in Dragonstone. Naerys was a prisoner.

The only thing that kept her sane was Aemond. When he came to see her under the guise of questioning. She needed something, for him to do something to her. To rid herself of the mental anguish, to feel good. But he wouldn't, not while she was healing.

He would kiss her. Sit on the bed with her and let his hands touch her. But the moment she wanted more of him, he would deny her. Tell her she needed to recover first.

She was pretty damn recovered. The only thing that needed to heal was the burn on the side of her neck. It would scar but it was healing nicely. If he didn't touch it, she would be completely fine.

It took days, maybe two weeks, of being denied him for Naerys to hatch her own little plan. He usually came to see her around the same time, once he was finished with his duties. No one else ever entered, only to bring her meals.

And when she knew he would be the next person to enter her chambers, Naerys got to work. She undressed herself completely; dress, shift, stockings, and all.

She situated herself in the centre of the bed, leaning back against the headboard. Naerys parted her legs and let her hands travel from her chest to her thighs, pausing on the inside of them.

The girl sighed, gently beginning to touch herself. She could feel the desire there, the wetness. At the mere thought of Aemond finding her like that, of him finally having his way with her after months.

Slowly, her fingers passed over her clitoris and Naerys hummed. She was already sensitive from the days of teasing touches she'd endured. It would be quick if she wasn't careful.

She continued to move ever so slowly. Circling the spot where she was sensitive as her breath picked up and that feeling in her stomach began to make itself known.

Naerys knew she couldn't be loud; the guard beyond her door would hear. She kept the noises that slipped from her lips as quiet as she could.

Her free hand travelled along her upper half, her breasts. Naerys used it to squeeze them, to give herself pleasure in more places than one.

In her mind, Naerys went back to the first night she and Aemond were together. When he used his mouth on her, praised her. She let her hand travel lower, to her entrance, and inserted one of her fingers. Then two.

She alternated between internal and external pleasure, her breath becoming ragged.

And then the door opened. Naerys vaguely registered it from the depths of her own pleasure. But she didn't open her eyes, not yet. She let her head fall back and the moment the door closed, she let his name fall from her lips.

Naerys heard his footsteps, heard him stop walking. She heard him curse lightly under his breath, the ruffle of his jacket.

"Look at you. Touching yourself to the thought of me." His words came thickly, through his own sudden arousal. Naerys opened her eyes and met his gaze. He picked up one of the chairs in her bedchamber and brought it closer, seating himself in it.