House of the Dragon. Imagines and One Shots

Lady of the city - Part 7 - Aemond x Reader

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(Y/n) pushed her way into her rooms, a small smile pulling at her lips, as she heard footsteps following her; the lady of the city turning, as behind her, the door was slammed. Her heart beating a little quicker, as she turned to see the scarred prince looking at her.

She knew that this wasn't a good idea; that two men from the same family taking up her time, was enough, or at least should be. Yet there was something different about the younger prince; something that was different from his brother and grandfather. An aura around him, that Aegon in particular, certainly didn't possess. Aegon, even on his best days, was still a petulant child, that would pout and whine when he didn't get what he wanted; (Y/n) just having learnt how to control him. Learnt how to make him behave, in order to have her favours. A part of her having to admit that she enjoyed having such power over the prince. That she enjoyed the same when it came to his grandfather, though Otto liked a very different type of discipline. It strange that a man like him would surrender himself; would want to be powerless when he was in her bed. But given that their first meeting was when she had come to kill him; that she had had that control from the beginning, it had become obvious that he found the whole experience quiet stimulating, in more ways than he might expect. And (Y/n) had to say that there was something quiet stimulating about punishing a man like Otto. Of having him call her 'Mistress' and beg her to take control. Yet with this younger prince, she could feel that there would be none of that. That it would be Aemond that took control, and the notion of that; the idea of for once being the one that was dominated, was incredibly arousing. The lady of the city not caring that she was already fucking his brother and grandfather. Not caring that she already had two lovers. (Y/n) sure that there was most certainly room for just one more man, in her life, in her bed.

Slowly she made her way to where Aemond leant up against the door; his eye never leaving her, as came to stand before him.

"Can I help you, Prince Aemond?" (Y/n) smiled innocently. Her heart fluttering, as he reached out his hand and brushed some strands of her hair back behind her ear.

"I think that it is I that I can help you.........." Aemond replied, as he pushed himself up straight.

"Is that right? And how do you propose to help me..........?" (Y/n) suddenly grabbed by the hair and her chest forced up against the door to the room. Aemond kicking apart her legs, before pushing himself up against her. His lips ghosting over her ear.

"I am going to give you everything that my brother cannot. Would you like that........?" Aemond hummed. The lady finding herself nodding as best she could, as he kept a firm grip on her hair. Her breathing becoming more erratic, as she felt her skirts being moved, and a hand slowly creeping up the inside of her thigh.

"Use your words, my lady........." Aemond growled, as his hand moved from her hair to firmly gripped her throat.

"I want you to tell me what it is you want. What it is, only I can do for you.........."

"P.......punish me.........please......." (Y/n) gasped in reply. A part of her hating that she sounded so weak, so needy, so desperate; but there again, the thought of surrendering her usual power to this prince, was proving to be beyond stimulating. The feel of his hardened cock rubbing up against her backside, making her stomach tie itself in knots, and her growing arousal trickle down the inside of her legs. (Y/n) sure that she might just explode, as his fingers finally reached her womanhood. And as those fingers moved inside her, her need to be used by this dragon, only grew. Soft moans leaving her lips, as his grip on her throat tightened, and those long fingers began to move in and out of her, at a pace; as they began to curl and hit the spot deep inside of her, that made her legs weak. The lady sure that at any moment, the tight knots, would unravel.

"It will be my pleasure to punish you........." The scarred prince growled again. The rumble spreading through her and forcing her to place her hands on the door, so that she didn't fall. Her mind spinning, her heart frantically thumping against her ribcage, as Aemond bit into her shoulder. The lady knowing that it would mark her; that she would have to conceal the mark from Aegon and Otto. But at this moment, she didn't care. At this moment he could leave his mark all over her body, and she would simply beg him for more. The prince chuckling as he pulled his fingers from inside her, and she whimpered.

"Not yet, my lady. I do not want this to be over so quickly. I am going to enjoy punishing you. And when I have punished you enough, I am going to make you beg me to let you cum. I am going to have you beg for me to cum inside of you." Aemond continued to chuckle. (Y/n)'s eyes growing wide, as she felt something cold and metallic touch the skin of small of her back, and slowly move up. The feel of the sharp blade easily cutting through the material that covered her torso, sending a shiver down her spine. It not stopping until the bodice fell to the floor. Until the blade moved to her skirts, and he cut at the waistband. The rest of her clothing joining the bodice, beneath her. (Y/n) happily surrendering herself to the prince, as the dagger was dropped, with a dull clatter, to the boards under their feet; a gasp leaving her lips as Aemond thrust himself inside of her, and his hand gripped at her breasts.