DEFILING HONOR - aemond targaryen (DISCONTINUED)

iv. a maid

Kiyara started crying anew. However, she did not move her gaze away, she was still focusing on the prince before her. She felt so dirty. The cover on the bed was scratching her, her ears were ringing, and the whore's mouth was absent of any spit. She couldn't stop her hands from shaking. His brother... Aegon was the same as the Lord, who took her maidenhood. He was the same as all of them. Was the same as all of the men. And who is to say Aemond was different?

Who is to say he cannot kill her? Because he saved her life once before does not mean he can't kill her now.

Kiyara looked at the prince differently for the first time, she never dared to think anything evil about their royal family before. But for the past few weeks of living in the palace, she got to hear so many atrocious rumours. She could not allow herself to be vulnerable anymore if she wanted to keep her sanity. Living in the whorehouse was safer than here, she realised.

Kiyara's thoughts were running all over the place. Aemond carefully stepped forward, checking the marks on her neck and chest while wondering what the hell was going on with her. He was never in a war but he read about it, the shock the person goes into when they go through something they are not ready to experience. 'Such a weakling.' Aemond thought.

Oh, but how he loved that she cried. How he loved that she finally got her eyes opened. The only reason he saved her was for her to ultimately realise what of a shithole she was living in until now. He loved ruining people's unrealistic fantasies. He wanted to show her all of the bad. He wanted to make a true whore out of her.

'Did you enjoy it?'

'I-I am sorry, my prince, I do not think I understand-'

'Did you enjoy my brother touching you?' Kiyara was speechless. Of course not! But she did not dare to say it out loud. Was that what he wanted to hear from her? The girl repeatedly opened and then closed her mouth, with no sounds coming from her. Aemond was still holding her chin in his hand.

'I asked you something,' the prince harshly tugged at her chin, making her fall forward onto the floor. She hissed. 'Did you like when he sucked on your neck? Did you enjoy his hands fondling your body? Was your cunt dripping? Let me check...' the one-eyed prince started to tuck up her skirts when the ex-whore did something unimaginable. This was the highest of treasons!

She slapped him. So hard his eyepatch had gone undone. Her palm stang, a new kind of pain flooded her head. She looked at him underneath her brow, frowning, huffing, feeling uncomfortably hot. How dare he?! Aemond stood before her eyes wide, then he smirked.

The smirk woke up the conscience in her. She suddenly felt the urge to apologize, realizing her doings. But she could not do anything other than cry.

The nobleman kissed her roughly, his tongue penetrated her mouth. Kiyara responded even though she could not keep up. He roughly grabbed her neck just under the jaw, making her choke up, trying to reach for air. He tore off her nice uniform, she stood before him in her underwear, which was taken off quickly too. She thought about biting his tongue off but decided against it. For her safety. He pushed her onto the bed, she obediently laid down, she spread her legs wide open for him to admire her beauty.

Instead, he put his cock in her in one go. He did not hang back, he rammed her while still making sure she had her airways restricted. It stung, Kiyara could not find pleasure in the act at first but satisfaction truly came later.

With his other hand, he grasped her hips, he made sure her body thrust against that body of his. Kiyara could not moan like she wanted to, she could not even breathe, that was all Aemond's plan. The Targaryen turned her around, she was on her knees and hands instead now. He did not waver, he entered her once again, this time more forcefully if that was even possible. His hands were on the whore's breasts. Now she could moan. She was crying instead.