CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
❪ devils tongue ! ❫

Aenemera stood anxiously in front of Aemond's door while rubbing her hands together and picking at the skin around her nails.

She didn't think she would ever reach this moment in life but Lyra managed to convince her through time.

She could hear the ruffling on the other side of the door and some clanging, assuming he was dropping his weapon lazily on the floor like he normally did.

When she finally got the courage to knock, she waited a few heartbeats to pass before coming up with the consecutive decision to walk away and not embarrass herself.

But before she had the chance to make her escape, Aemond opened the door and revealed himself to the princess, almost in shock to see her standing before him.

He still wore his eyepatch and his shirt was halfway buttoned down with his pants nearly hanging off his waist. It was clear he was getting ready for a late night bath.

Aenemera opened her mouth wide to speak but the words were catching in her throat as she picked so hard at the skin around her nails, it began to bleed. Aemond noticed this action and furrowed his eyebrows worriedly, just about to reach out to her until Genevieve called out his name from behind.

Aenemera slowly gazed over his shoulder and watched the girl exit the bath room with a large cloth in her arms. She must've been preparing him for the late evening and even though the act was normal upon kings and queens, it had anxiety twirling in the princess' stomach.

"Leave us," Aemond stated towards Genevieve without taking his eye off Aenemera.

Genevieve tightened her jaw and locked her teeth together as she placed the towel down on the table for the prince. "Of course, I'll come back."

Aemond and Aenemera stepped to the side as the dark haired girl walked out of the room quickly.

Aemond invited Aenemera inside afterwards, closing the door behind them both then remaining still in place while he watched the princess shuffle to the center of the room.

She continued to pull and pick at her fingers like it was the only thing keeping her from falling apart.

He so desperately wanted to beg her to step destroying her beautiful hands and kiss away the red marks.

"She seems nice," was the first thing Aenemera could conjure up pathetically.

Aemond raised his eyebrow at the girl but remained still by the door. He couldn't understand why Genevieve was the first thing on his mind, nor could he care less about the girl.

Aenemera tucked her hair behind her ear and turned her gaze down onto her hands. "I'm sorry for disrupting your evening, im assuming you were preparing for a bath."

"Don't apologize," he whispered softly. "You could never disrupt me or my work."

When she looked back up at the prince, her eyebrows were furrowed with confusion and she was beginning to find her voice as she stumbled off a series of questions.

"You've never had someone help you during your evenings before. And everyone seems more determined to speak of you when you're away, like they all know something I do not. Have you given up?"

Aemond tilted his head to the side curiously as she continued to ramble with fear. " — forgotten? I know I haven't been so kind lately but I'm still your wife. I've never taken you as a man to — "

"Aegon gave her to me," Aemond spoke quickly as he began to make his way closer to Aenemera. "He wanted to 'keep me busy' during our separation, and it was in my best interest not to deny him at the time."

Mera's head lowered sadly before Aemond quickly lifted her chin back up to hold eye contact. "Do not think so little of me, I beg." Aemond muttered softly. "All these changes mean nothing."

She couldn't help but think about the girls from the garden, how they spoke of Aemond like she wasn't even sitting there.

It was the first time anyone spoke out of formalities in front of the princess that concerned her own husband.

It made her disgusting guilty of evil thoughts.

"They speak so highly of you," she hinted at the other women in the castle. "Like they've known you for years."

Aemond shook his head and immediately corrected her. "You've known me for years."

He reached for her now by holding her arms and giving them a gentle squeeze. "You do not know how badly I've wanted to speak with you and continuously apologize for everything wrong I've ever done. My heart aches for you Aenemera, this separation has not been easy but it was well deserved. I respected all your wishes."

"But while I was in pain you surrounded yourself with women and acted like nothing h —- "

Aemond pressed his lips together firmly and shut his one good eye as he tried to keep his patience in tact. "I did not surround myself with them. I close myself off to others but anyone closest to me would know I've been suffering." He quickly took her hand and placed it over his chest where his heart continuously beat. "I swear to you that not for a moment did I have the displeasure to think about others when my heart yearned for you."

Aenemera's gaze drifted towards the towel that laid against the table, calling out for him to be used while he had help.

Aemond follows her gaze to the fabric silently before dropping his voice lower by clutching onto her hand. "If I didn't know any better — some would think you're jealous."

"I'm not a jealous person," she bit out, her eyes snapping back to his.

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards slightly. It was so easy to get her to switch gears and shift back into her stubborn defensive mode.

"How shall I prove my loyalty?" Aemond questioned.

Aenemera glared at him now and watched as he pulled his hands away from hers then slowly begin to drop to his knees right in front of her.

"I would spend countless of hours pouring my aching heart out to you if that's what it took — but I could also use my time wisely in other parts."

Aenemera visibly gulped as Aemond gazed up at her from the floor, his hands now slowly reached up to caress his legs from underneath her skirts.

The princess clutched onto the edge of the table as she found herself leaning back into it. "What does that entail?" She whispered with a hint of cautious on her tongue.

"Whatever your heart desires."

It was him, it was always Aemond Targaryen.

The princess quickly started to pull at the strings that tied her to her corset from behind. The sleeves from her dress started to fall down as Aemond eagerly helped her loosen her from from the skirts.

Once when the red fabric didn't have her confined, he lifted her skirt and gently leaned her back onto the table; in which she had several things dropped to the floor by her arms.

Aemond didn't waste time to dive in where he craved her most, his lips attaching to her own from below before grazing her core with his tongue.

Her head immediately went back against the table as a straggled moan escaped her lips from the sudden pleasure.

Aemond's hands gripped at the meat of her thighs, his ring covered fingers leaving indents as he continues to assault her cunt with his tongue. Like a starved man that hasn't had a drink in seven days — the act was so sinful that Aenemera felt herself growing more wet.

She dropped her hand over her mouth to keep herself from moaning too loudly, but when Aemond caught her trying to confine her sounds of harmony, he gently smacked the inside of her thigh. "Don't you dare," he muttered across her lips. "Let them hear you. Let them know who my heart belongs to."

Aenemera felt her eyes being swallowed up by tears of pleasure as her vision suddenly went blurry and her fingers gripped the edge of the table.

He would go from licking strips up her core to gather wetness before sucking violently on the sensitive bud that had her feeling like she was sinking right into the wood.

Before she could announce her orgasm making an approach, Aemond suddenly pulled his mouth away and she whimpered at the loss of contact.

"Why —" She muttered down to the boy as she lifted her head to catch his sinister stare that was filled with love.

She didn't have the chance to get her question out completely until Aemond had two fingers shoved into her tight cunt and had a string of moans drawing from her lips.

Aenemera was resting her head against the table again as Aemond started licking and sucking at the little bud before rocking his hand in a gentle motion.

Mera felt like this was drifting into pure bliss and couldn't keep herself from moaning loudly by the pleasure.

"My Mera," Aemond whispered against her core. "Let them hear you."

He was drawing her closer to her end as her knuckles were turning white from the firm grip she had on the table. A mantra of pleads had Aemond quickly pulling away before she had the chance to even reach that sweet release.

"A-Aemond, no," she mumbled out to him while she tried to pull him back to where she needed him most.

He started making quick work of removing his shirt and throwing it down on the ground somewhere. "I'm not done with you yet." He then pulled her up by her waist and started to discard the dress, kicking it off to the side of the room as she eagerly reached for his face and crashed their lips together hungrily.

His large hands caressed her face gently as he bit down on her lip then pulled back in for a more passionate kiss. Their few weeks apart felt like a whole century and the entire castle was about to know how badly they missed each other.

"Take me, right now Aemond." The princess demanded the boy while tugging his face closer to hers.

Aemond grinned happily at her words then quickly had his arms underneath her thighs to carry her to the bed. He dropped her down onto the warm blankets then dropped his own pants as she held her hands out for him.

"You're so beautiful," he shook his head with a yearning groan as he dipped down to capture her lips again.

Aenemera immediately wrapped her legs around his waist and had him locked in. The desperate act almost had him fumbling right then and there — he always loved her eagerness.

"Do you want me to fuck you, princess?" He whispered against the girls lips. "Or would you rather me make love to you?"

There was no time for love making, Aenemera thought. She felt like she was going to implode and needed that release — she needed to feel him and didn't want to waste time dancing around it.

Her thumb rubbed across his bottom lip before she used her freehand to remove the patch covering his blue gem. "I want you to fuck me, my prince."

A possessive groan traveled up his throat as he tangled their lips together once more while clutching onto one of her thighs with his hand. "As you wish." With his free hand, he lined himself up with her core before thrusting into her roughly.

They both let out a string of moans simultaneously while she kept him caged to her, allowing no space between their bodies as the sweat quickly started to build.

Aemond gripped onto the blankets by her head while he roughly pounded into her like his life depended on it. He was embarrassed by how desperately he needed her but there was not a single soul on this earth that could make him feel or crave the way he did.

"I shouldn't have let you go," he grunted into her ear. "I will never let you go again."

Visions flashed through their minds during the correlation when Aenemera escaped on Meleys. It was the first time Aemond felt completely heartbroken by the women he loved.

"Aemond," she called out to him as she started to tighten around his hard clock that continuously assaulted her cunt. The pleasure was overwhelming and if anybody had asked, Aenemera felt drunk off of it.

"Release with me," he begged while pressing a gently kiss upon her cheek. "Together."

His free hand clutched onto her thigh that would surely leave fingerprints by tomorrow — only enough for him to see.

The princess rolled her head back then off to the side as her pleasure was becoming overwhelming and she couldn't keep herself from holding back.

Her cunt spasmed around him and her release was heavier than the very first as Aemond quickly followed after and released himself inside her. His gaze was locked down on hers as the sweat had her blonde locks stuck to her forehead and neck.

Her breathing was irregular but her fingers still continued to rub his face as her legs remained latches around his waist.

Aemond gently turned his face and pressed kisses into the palm of her hand before resting his face into it as he gazed down at her.

There was no doubt in anyone's minds that these two souls were connected.

No amount of pain could cause them to ever drift apart.

❪ dylan ❫
my readers: IS HE GOING TO CHEAT?!
me: they're literally going to fuck

MUAHAHA