CHAPTER FORTY FOUR
❪ devils tongue ! ❫

Aenemera laid flatly on her stomach, her head cushioned with warm fabrics and feathery pillows, her long golden hair completely ridden of braids and tangles.

She slept peacefully beside Aemond with her face towards the opened balcony. The sun was beginning to rise finally but it took them several hours to finally stop touching each other and allow each other's bodies to rest.

Except Aemond could do anything but rest.

He perched his elbow over his own pillow, resting his head into the palm of his hand. He silently watching Aenemera's back rise and fall softly, brief sounds of her exhale could be heard ever so often. Her breasts were pressed into the soft bedding underneath her body and the blanket barely covered any of her skin as it weighed just below her hips.

He carefully reached over and pulled the blanket further up her body so she wouldn't catch a chill from the outside breeze.

His large body purposefully blocked hers from any potential eye contact coming through the door. He always climbed the side of the bed nearest to the their bedchamber door. If someone was going to break in — he wanted to be the first to jump up and protect her.

The tips of his fingers danced across her shoulder blade before trailing down her spine. He watched the motion quietly as his lips dipped downwards into a small frown.

"I don't know what I'd do with myself if you leave me again," Aemond whispered quietly to himself.

She didn't stir in her sleep and her breathing remained the same, allowing Aemond to speak towards her without worrying she'll wake.

"You've left me so many times now, I'm unsure what I'll do the next time it happens. It may be the last time I ever see you." His fingers stilled over her back as hovered carefully over her warm skin. "I can't replace you Aenemera. If you die — so will I. My entire soul belongs to you and a life without you is a life I do not wish to live."

His gaze never strayed from her sleeping figure as he continued to speak into the existence of nothing but his own satisfaction. "If there's any chance I sit at the head of the table or on the iron throne — I will make sure nobody crosses you. Every act done against you will be met by my sword." His fingers slowly began to curl into a tight fist, not a moment forgetting the brutal scene in the forest. "Their bodies will hang along side the ones who killed my nephew."

The room slowly fell silent again. He dropped his hand onto his bare chest but continued to watch her sleeping figure — afraid to close his eye and wake up to her missing again.

The princess suddenly lifted her hand to brush the strays of hair from her face when she finally awoke from her sleep. The same hand reaching upwards for a long stretch, a satisfied moan leaving her lips after sleeping in the same position for a long time.

Aemond smiled and traveled his hand up her arm slowly before capturing her hand in his. She smiled brightly, beginning to roll over just as he brought her hand towards his lips and kisses her knuckles.

"Morning." He hummed softly.

"Hi." She smiled tiredly, a soft gaze falling upon him to see her in such a drowsy state. She reached up and cupped his jaw with her palm — her thumb brushing over his scar. "Have you been awake long?"

He turned his face into her palm and kissed the soft skin of her hand with a low hum. "No, just the past hour."

The princess smiled at him once more before bringing both hands to her face and gently wiping the sleep away from her eyes. "I want to see the girls, we should get them for breakfast."

Just before she could rise up in bed, Aemond secured his arm around her waist tightly and brought her back into his chest. "Not yet," he closed his eye and laid his chin on her shoulder. "Want to hold you close for another moment."

Aenemera turn her chin to look at him lovingly. "We have plenty of time to do that tonight as well."

"I'm not worried about tonight — I want to focus on right now." His lips trailed soft tender kisses down her arm as his hand slid underneath the blanket to grip her waist. His fingers dug into a sensitive part of her body which caused her to frail forward with a voluntary giggle.

She was quick to turn into his body, all previous exhaustion suddenly left her body as she glared at Aemond with a warning. "Don't you dare begin that."

"I'm not sure I understand what you're talking about," he shrugged it off by placing a kiss on her shoulder. "I was only trying to hold you closer to me."

"You know exactly what you were doing," she whispered nervously as she tried to get comfortable in his arms again.

Aemond slowly grinned when she wasn't looking and only waited a few heartbeats to repeat the same action; except this time he had his other arm secured around her body as well. Her body lurched upwards with determination to escape but he had her caged into him.

"Aemond— please — don't!" She shouted each word in between laughter.

His hands wouldn't let up as her body continued to move around against him like a fresh fish pulled straight out of the water. It was almost ridiculous to see — the first time he ever accidentally tickled Aenemera, her until body went as limp as a rag doll.

He laughed with his entire chest as her own laughter turned into panicked screams. Only then would he finally release the grip he had on her waist to allow her a chance to breathe.

"You promised me you wouldn't do that anymore!"

"I promised I wouldn't do it in public. You should be more precise about what you want, my love." He was grinning ear to ear. Purposely waiting for her to take a chance to breathe before hovering his hand back over her waist.

She felt his fingers graze across that sensitive area again and panic settled in as she grabbed his hand. "Don't you dare!"

But Aemond was a ruthless lover the same way he was a ruthless fighter. He would normally never show anyone this fragile side of him but when it easily made Aenemera smile or laugh, he would do it absolutely every time they were alone.

Their hands wrestled but her own wrist was beginning to grow weak against his obvious strength. Years of dedication to sword fighting made it nearly impossible to ever shake out of the man's grip — let alone stop him from getting what he wanted.

She managed to force his hand downwards in an act to try and tuck his grip in between her legs, but the game turned into something more sinister as a thought crossed his mind.

"You really want to play this game?" Aemond whispered into her ear. "We couldn't gotten out of this bed in the next several minutes but now I'm tempted to keep you in this bed for the next hour." He crooked his fingers and they grazed against her bare cunt from under the blankets.

Her body arched directly into his and his arm around her chest tightened. "I'm beginning to think you're doing this on purpose."

Aenemera look at him again as she glued her gaze towards the balcony. The idea has her pressing her thighs together more closely with his hand still in between her legs. It caused his fingers to move inches closer towards her center and she forced herself to withhold a moan.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she whispered, suddenly breathless with his burning gaze centered on her shoulder.

He briefly smirked at nothing before planting a gentle kiss on her shoulder blade. "I don't believe you," he mumbled against her skin while dipping his middle finger in between her folds slowly.

Her head voluntarily fell back against his chest as a breathless moan fell past her lips. "Fuck you."

"Oh, I plan too." He grinned devilishly down at the girl before entered another finger. He began flicking his wrist and assaulting her — very much still sensitive — tight cunt. The moans she casted out while grabbing onto the arm he had secured around her chest for stability made his own chest tighten. The way her body visibly relaxed before tensing once his fingers would brush against her sweet spot — he knew her body like any map of Westeros.

Each moan would change pitch the closer she got to her breaking point but he would never allow his perfect rhythm to falter.

He grazed his teeth across her shoulder before biting down on her soft body — his canines breaking down the first layer of skin by drawing small spots of blood. The pain was easily identifiable but was the last push she needed before accepting her release and cumming all over his hand.

Not only would his mouth continue to hold her sent from the amount of times he's licked the juices from her cunt — but her body now held a small price of love.

Aemond and Aenemera reunited with their daughters again shortly after their much desired time in bed. They washed away all of their sins from the morning and long night — as well as making love once more in the tub before the water turned cold.

Helaena spent most of her time alone already with her children but with the absence of her son and the king growing mad during the night —- she felt at her lowest. So when her younger brother arrived with Aenemera, a glimmer of hope sparked inside her to see the couple basking in each other's comfort. 

Aenemera gently kissed the top of Helaena's head while cradling her soft face. "I'm so sorry," she whispered to the queen.

Helaena allowed the rare affection from the princess and offered her a pained smile. "Your daughters are beautiful."

Both women turned to see Aemond situated on the floor with Jaehaera at his side playing with some toys. Delaenya was gathered in his left arm while Rhaenerys was sitting in front of him on her back. Both daughters watching Jaehaera playing with a small figure shaped like a beetle.

Aenemera smiled softly at him but turned back to the queen. "I wish there was more that I could've done."

"What could you have done?" Helaena asked innocently. "Your children were an unfortunate victim as well." She grew silent just has her now tearful gaze shifted to the floor. "They want to parade his body around the city — I don't believe I have it in me to do such a thing."

The princess' chest tightened and her hand reached for Helaena's. "I can be there with you, if you'd like."

The queen squeezed Aenemera's hand silently as the girls shared a similar glance. An understanding between mothers and how showing themselves bare to the world does nothing for them but somehow brings peace to others.

dylan
thinking and planning how i'm going to make aenemera and alys the craziest best friend duo possible. the most weird girl in westeros haunting harrenhal and her scary dog privilege, aka the targaryen princess that would feed any male to her dragon.