CHAPTER NINETEEN
❪ devils tongue ! ❫

Aemond and Aemenera left the castle and the guards behind for the evening, walking a long and quiet path towards the dragon's den and where Vhagar rested on top of the tallest hill on her own perch.

Aemond held onto Mera's hand gently, occasionally rubbing her knuckles with his thumb as he guided her up the mountain where the sleeping dragon was resting.

When they reached Vhagar, Aenemera came to a halt once they were sensed and Vhagar awoke from her slumber. Aemond turned to Mera and shook his head. "Don't fear her, my love. She's grown quite fond of you."

Aenemera hummed with a small smile tugging at her lips. "I believe she's grown more fond of Baeselyx than me."

The corner of Aemonds lip tugged upwards in a smirk. "Soon enough Baeselyx will need a perch as big as her's, he's growing incredibly fast." The princess nodding knowling and gently Aemond held her elbow, guiding her towards Vhagar in slow motions.

Vhagar tilted her head curiously but without much movement as she acknowledged Aenemera's presence with her riding.

"See? She's unbothered," he spoke calmly while taking her hand now and placing it upon Vhagar's side. "Feel her — hear her heartbeat, just like Baeselyx."

Aenemera smiled at the old dragon, gently grazing her palm against the dragon's rough scales. "Good to see you again Vhagar, looking stunning as always."

Aemond smiled wide at the princess. "Let's go for a ride."

She looked up at him briefly before looking back towards the castle. Without a fuss, she took his hand and allowed him to guide her up to the saddle where he joined her.

He took space behind her and had them both strapped in securely while grabbing onto the reins. "Hold on," he whispered to the girl before ordering Vhagar to fly off.

Riding a dragon was not a mundane task to the princess. Her rides with Baeselyx were always a personal favorite and form of freedom no one could take away from her. But she couldn't doubt that riding Vhagar took a different time of bravery.

She was the largest and oldest dragon compared to the rest. She spent decades fighting in wars and sharing different riders throughout the ages.

The size of her body and wings brought more wind to the couple, Aenemera's blonde locks whipping around and occasionally hitting Aemond in the jaw — in which he laughed in response.

Aenemera held onto the front of the saddle for dear life, but giggled and laughed along the way as they traveled above the clouds and passed the bright moon several times.

Aemond would occasionally watch her tilt her head back to gaze up at the night sky. Stars were reflecting off her eyes and the light of the moon shone across her face, giving Aemond perfect availability to peer at her.

When they landed back down on the outskirts of Kings Landing on the beach, Aemond and Aenemera started making their way towards the ocean – hand in hand.

Vhagar made herself comfortable on the sad, falling asleep once more while the couple took their own little stroll in silence to admire the view of the night sky. It was one of the things Aenemera admired most that wasn't just the gardens or the library.

Aemond placed his hand upon her waist and slowly turned her towards him. Her gaze fell down from the moon and met his, a shy smile falling on her lips.

Moment's like these felt the most precious to Aemond.

The sound of the water washing up on the sand, the small breeze floating around with clear skies above their heads. Not a single soul in sight to bother them – just two lovers traveling towards infinity into one another's eyes.

He reached up and softly brushed across her bottom lip before pulling her chin up into a slow chaste kiss.

She reached up and held his face, her fingers tucking behind his hair to stroke his neck. He closed his eye with a peaceful hum then drifted his forehead against hers. "Aenemera."

"Hm." She hummed softly, her fingertips still stroking the back of his neck quietly.

"Sīkudi nopāzmi." ❪ i love you ❫

Mera opened her eyes quickly and caught Aemond already staring down at her. His thumb caressed her lip again and her eyebrows furrowed with admiration. "I love you," she whispered to him ever so gently.

His heart swelled with joy and he felt like he could combust from the overflowing love he felt for the girl.

She pulled him down for a much needed kiss and his arms immediately made their way around her waist, pulling her chest closer to his front as he held her with grace and delicacy.

Their noses would every so often bump into one another as the kiss grew more heartedly and eagerly for each other. Hungry and determined to taste each other a bit more between each other's lips.

Their souls felt like they hadn't connected for eternity although it had only been a single day without each other's touch.

It felt excruciating.

Aenemera started to quickly make work of the buttons on his black jacket, their lips drifting apart briefly as she eagerly tried to push the fabric from his body.

Aemond aided her in the action, letting his jacket fall to the sand as he helped her with his dark tunic next. But once it was off, Mera latched her lips to his throat and chest. She wanted to reach every inch of his skin and give it tiny red marks from her swollen lips.

He breathed in heavily and gently grabbed her face, pulling her face back to his lips. Her desperate nature to feel him and be close to him had his cock already bulging through his pants.

He loved the way she acted like a dragon. Desperate and needy to achieve what they want most — she refused to waste any time.

"Slow," he whispered against her lips but she shook her head with furrowed eyebrows. "Can't — want you right now."

The corner of his lips tugged in a smirk and he had to force her to tilt their foreheads together in order to breathe. "You will — or else I'll strip you bare right now and we won't have time to enjoy the moment." Aenemera pouted her lips outward and he placed a chaste kiss upon them with a smile.

"I want to take my time with you," he whispered against her lips. "I want to feel you – make love to you."

She swallowed the small lump down her throat and gripped onto his wrists before he removed his hands and started to untie the ribbon at the front of her dress. "Not only is my eye on you, but the moon and stars as well."

He never spoke above a whisper as he continued to undress her. Almost like this moment was meant to be kept secret and she had to slow down her mind to take in the moment. Her eyes fluttered close as he finished untying ribbons and the corset, letting the dress pool around her feet.

He reached up for her face again, the tip of his nose brushing against hers. "So beautiful."

He removed his pants right after then guided her gently down onto the pile of clothes. Keeping her bare back from being fleshed up against the bumpy sand. He refused to let an inch of her beautiful skin get damaged by the earth.

Their lips remained locked and intertwined in passionate kisses, Aenemera barely realized her undergarments were gone – as well as Aemonds before he held one of her thighs and perched it up against his waist.

"I love you," he repeated with a soft groan flowing up his throat once the tip of his cock gained entrance to her drenched cunt. "Always so wet for me."

Aenemera's head subconsciously landed backwards as she allowed herself to release a throaty moan from the feeling of his cock. His size would never be able to adjust to her blossoming hole, but the tightness always added extra pleasure for them both.

Aemonds head drifted down as he began to slowly snap his hips against hers, placing gentle kisses along the skin of her breasts and collarbones while she moaned out his name.

"I so desperately want to run away with you," he spoke to her in whispers while he continued to pull his cock out gently before slowly pushing back in.

Mera was currently incoherent, tipsy off of pure bliss but nodding her head ever so slightly so he knew she was listening. Her soft moans floated through his ears like a beautiful siren and he raised his head to look at her again.

"Take you away from the politics," he spoke to her while keeping his thrusts at a slow pace. "Raise our children on a farm — just the two of us. We live our lives out with no pain or worry."

"Aemond," her moan came out as a whimper as she eagerly grabbed at his face, pulling him closer so she could taste his lips. "I love you so much." Their lips crashed together hungrily as Aemond used his free hand to grip the sand forcefully.

Her cunt flexed around him, silently begging him to go faster but it was a precious moment he didn't want to spoil. Her blonde hair sprawled out around her like a halo, her skin sparkling underneath the moonlight like a forbidden angel.

"You're mine," he promised. "Not a single soul can hurt you while I'm alive."

She nodded her head knowingly and bucked her hips upwards in hopes to gain a faster trust, but he only groaned out in response and gripped her waist in warning. "Aenemera."

She tilted her head upwards with her lips dipping into a frown. "Please."

"The princess can't always get what she wants." He tsked while pulling his hips backwards then snapping them against hers forcefully in a warning, in which she moaned out loudly and spasmed around him.

"God's," he dipped his head into the crook of her neck with a soft groan.

The slow pace was killing Aenemera. It would build up her orgasm, only for it to be ripped away when he would pull out ever so gently. She felt like she was going to explode — so she did what she knows best.

Her cunt clenched around his cock once more while her hip trusted upwards. In response, Aemond moaned loudly and immediately grabbed her waist with both hands. "Byka minx." ❪ little minx ❫

He hungrily crashed his lips against hers before flipping her over onto her stomach, wasting no time to slip back inside her forcefully so he could be felt deep in her pelvic. Aenemera stretched her arms outwards and moaned loudly, his back straightening out as he held a firm grasp on her waist.

Her breasts created rough friction across the leather of his clothes, her face twisting with pure pleasure from the change of position. Her delicate fingers reached out to grab onto something, anything, but was only met with the dry sand slipping through the fingers.

Aemond picked up the pace of his hips slapping against her bare skin, earning a soundwave of moans and whimpers from the princess. Her face pressed into the fabric now, hiding away from the intense amount of pleasure but Aemond wanted to see all of her — including the faces she made when he was making love to her.

His chest hovered over her back while he left lingering kisses on her shoulder blades. "Look at me, princess." He would whisper in her ears before pressing a soft kiss to the shell of her ear. "Let me see how I make you feel."

Mera tiredly opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder towards Aemond. His strong lilac gaze pierced through her skin and made her feel ten times hotter — a million times more full as he stretched her wider with his cock.

She adjusted her lower half by leaning up on her elbow, turning her head to capture his lips with her own once more. "My stars," he mumbled against her lips, eyebrows furrowing from pleasure and the band in his stomach getting ready to snap.

"My moon," she whispered back to him as he placed more kisses on her shoulder blade then traveled his lips down her spine.

He reached around and connected the pad of his fingers to her throbbing clit and began caressing it eagerly. "Come undone with me," he let out a mere beg as his thrusts started to grow more exuberant.

Aenemera's eyebrows twisted together with a string of moans leaving her lips and her body giving herself no warning to fall apart completely.

He felt the tightness of her cunt wrapping around him followed by the rush of wetness surrounding his cock and immediately followed after her, falling into his own bliss.

His head tilted down onto her back as his hand caressed her spine lovingly, keeping them connected and still just for several moments before pulling out and allowing her to adjust on the ground.

When she rolled over tiredly to look up at her prince, he was already staring down at her with admiration; raising his hand and pressing some strays of hair away from her forehead before planting a kiss there.

"Don't ever leave me."

"I promise," she whispered.

❪ dylan ❫
me: smiling through the pain knowing i'm about to break 38k hearts in the next few chapters