Aemond One Eyed Targaryen and Elaena Velaryon had always had a soft spot for one another from growing up in the halls of Kings Landing, to soaring through the skies of Westeros.
It isn't until Elaena shares a late night flight on dragonback with th...
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𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷 The bathing house was one fit for the Red Keep and I would never admit that aloud but I would absolutely take advantage during our short stay here.
Smooth stones lined the large bathtub that I now had completely to myself as I waited impatiently for my beloved.
I sit back, stretching my arms along the back wall, and sink deeper into the steaming hot water, grateful for the scarcity of lit torches with the state of my head.
Whether it be the lack of food or the lack of sleep, my skull was pounding with a headache comparable to that of when I'd lost my eye, and the one thing I longed for was making me wait.
Finally, I hear her small steps padding down the hallway, hesitating just outside the door and my heart climbs to my throat.
Perhaps there was no reason to be nervous. We'd laid together time and time again, seeing one another as bare as our name days but this felt different.
Elaena timidly turns the knob and enters, her back to me at first, but even when she emerges, I struggle to see her in the dim light.
"Are you enjoying your bath, my prince?" Her soft voice reverberates against the walls and I know her moans will sound angelic in a chamber such as this.
The corner of my lips twitch up into a devilish grin at the thought and she takes another step forward into the sunset orange that spilled through the smaller fogged windows.
Elaena wore only her chemise and even in the dark my hungry gaze finds her nipples pebbling against the fabric, her growing belly a constant reminder of the future to come and the past we'd endured.
"I'll enjoy it far more when my beautiful wife joins me. You know how to keep a man waiting, my love."
Taking another step she begins on the ties, keeping a watchful eye on me as she did so.
Slowly, Elaena brings the fabric up and over her head, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth as her curvaceous body was consumed with a deep blush beneath my stare.
"I believe it was I who did the waiting,"
As her chaise pools to the floor near her feet I curl my fingers digging my nails into my palm and my cock twitches with need just beneath the water.
Elaena might've felt less desirable with the changes of her body but her skin glowed with the fire that burned inside of her. Every curve that graced her was another place for my hands, for my lips and I would assure her of that for the rest of our lives.
I didn't just want her, I needed her.
And desperately.
Without breaking the connection of our eyes she slowly takes the steps one by one and I can't help myself, closing the distance between us in the center of the pool.
