ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ - House of the Dragon

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Alicent had decided one meal was enough.

I knew she had somehow expected I would run to Stormy's saddle, fly above the Narrow Sea and look for my mother's protective wing on the wooden ship. In reality, I would have ran to his saddle only to rain fire upon them and make her regret Larys Strong's invitation to that dine.

I was glad Aemond hadn't gotten too mad about the whole Stark clear teasing. Only the right amount to punish me in his own way and teach me other ways of seeking pleasure. And so should she, because if whatever my uncle and I had started would have ended due to her decision and Strong's comments, I would have slowly kill them both.

Nonetheless, the night had been eventful to say the least.

Full of pleasure and praises and discoveries. Soft moans overshadowed by lips and tongues and mouths, whispers in ears and mouths, hisses and groans, kisses and touches.

Aemond had left as the sun began to rise, neck slightly red with a mark of the side and shape of my hand, messy hair, lips swollen, chest and back covered in purple marks, teeth marks, nails marks. And a smile he didn't even try to hide.

I wasn't any better either. Sore thighs, breasts and neck and collarbones covered with his lips and teeth, inner and outer thighs covered with his nails. And a glow in my eyes I knew he could recognize.

He had hesitate before he left, cuddling with me and humming one of the songs I knew too well. And complained about his own mother and grandfather as the Keep began to wake and he remembered his family's devotion of eating altogether. He didn't understand why they did it, they still were a dysfunctional family, and it only made everything more awkward since they barely spoke during the meals.

"I enjoy eating with you." He had said, hiding his face in the space between my neck and shoulder and smiling against my skin after briefly kissing it. "Though I should say I enjoy more eating you."

I had stirred away, covering my naked and mistreated body with the blankets and staring at him from the other side of the room as I tried to not show any emotion on my face and eyes even though my gut burnt itself down with the fire inside of me. I knew he wouldn't leave if we were laying together, naked and very much sexual excited.

Aemond took his time dressing himself up, eyeing me from the corner of his eye as if he expected I would force him to stop and stay with a 'fuck your family' before kissing him and fucking him again. I would have, if I didn't have plans myself. Yet I remained beside the close doors of the balcony, staring at the still slightly asleep city below Aegon's Hill and completely ignoring his quiet groans and murmurs.

We slightly fought during the hour of the wolf, whether we should leave the doors open or not. He said I always shivered with the cold wind of the night, coming closer to him and, somehow, always managing to leave us both merely at the end of the bed, leaving the entire mattress for the wind to cold as well. I thought you liked it whenever I come closer to you, I had fought back. He had smirked, briefly kissing my lips before standing up and closing the doors with his gaze fixed in mine. A tease. A silent threat. If I hadn't felt the necessity to curl my toes at his amethyst iris, I would have stand up as well, opening the doors and threatening and teasing him back.

Once he finished dressing up, dramatically sighing and standing up, he made his way to stand next to me, brushing his fingers against mine and lowering his head to romantically kiss my lips. Then he left, and the only remaining thing of him was his strong scent and the black eyepatch carefully left above the nightstand.

He had said he had more, always too careful and too paranoid to anticipate himself to any event, and that he had noticed how I looked at it. He wasn't as wise as he thought, for me to not being looking at the eyepatch, but remembering the jewel under it. If it were for me, I would have forbade him to wear it any longer, for the sapphire to be as beautiful as the rest of his face.