House Of The Dragon One-shots & Pics

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Jacaerys Velaryon couldn't deny the intense hatred he felt for Aemond Targaryen. Their bitter rivalry stretched back years, fueled by their contrasting ambitions and personalities. Yet, in the midst of their disdain, a strange and perverse desire had taken root in their shared animosity. It was a twisted connection, one that found expression in the darkest of fantasies.

For two years, they had been indulging in their illicit tryst, each encounter more intense than the last. The rules were simple: absolute secrecy and anonymity. No names, no personal details - nothing but their primal urges and the volatile, seething tension that crackled between them.

Tonight, Aemond sat in the chair, his legs spread wide. He leaned back, eyes closed, lips parted ever so slightly in anticipation. The faint glow of candlelight cast long shadows across the room, casting an erotic hue over the scene. Jace's heart pounded as he approached, his eyes locked on Aemond's exposed form.

Jace knelt down, positioning himself between Aemond's spread legs. Slowly, he traced the outline of Aemond's hips, his fingers ghosting over the warm, soft skin. Aemond let out a soft moan, his eyes fluttering open to meet Jace's gaze.

"Shh," Jace whispered, his eyes dark with lust. "We have to keep this quiet, remember?"

Aemond nodded, his face flushed with desire. "I hate you," he whispered hoarsely.

Jace grinned, a wicked glint in his eyes. "I know," he replied, his voice low and seductive. "Now, let's see how much you really hate me."

With that, Jace leaned in and began to wildly eat Aemond out. The taste of Aemond's arousal sent a jolt of desire straight to Jace's core, his tongue skillfully teasing and exploring, drawing out more and more pleasure from the reluctant partner.

Aemond's breathing quickened, his hips bucking involuntarily as Jace's tongue danced over his most sensitive spots. He gripped the chair's arms tightly, his knuckles white with the effort of holding back his moans.

"Fuck," Aemond hissed, his eyes clenched shut. "You're so good at this, you bastard."

Jace smirked, the corners of his mouth curling with satisfaction. "I know," he purred, his tongue flicking over Aemond's clit. "That's why you can't resist me, isn't it?"

Aemond let out a strangled groan, unable to deny the truth in Jace's words. Their mutual hatred only served to heighten the intensity of their encounters, driving them both to new heights of pleasure and desire.

As Jace continued to expertly pleasure Aemond, the tension between them grew. The air in the room seemed thick with their lust, their shared hatred fueling their passion. Aemond's whispered curses and Jace's whispered taunts only served to fan the flames, driving them both closer and closer to the brink.

Finally, Aemond could take no more. With a strangled cry, he reached his climax, his body shuddering with the force of his release. Jace continued to lap at him, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until Aemond's legs began to tremble.

As Aemond's breathing slowed, Jace rose to his feet, his eyes locked on Aemond's flushed face. The hatred that burned between them was as potent as ever, but for now, it was overshadowed by the raw, unbridled passion that they could not deny.