𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
The sun sat high in the sky, the afternoon heat creeping in from behind it's clouds as I watched from afar while Elaena led Cregan Stark to the dragon pit. She was going to try and scare the poor lord off was she? Proudly, I grin to myself.

Following close he reaches for her necklace, twirling the jewel I'd gifted her in his hand. My nostrils flare with silent rage, growing more when his knuckles brush across her chest. The Stark lord might as well have been holding my very heart in his hands and he had no clue but I was going to show him.

Reaching for my dagger I snake my fingers around it's grip eager to send it through his palm when Elaena pulls away him, placing her petite hand over the necklace protectively and my heart couldn't be prouder of her.

They exchange a few words before she jogs up the remainder of the steps, leaving him to watch after her not even realizing I'd been watching over her too.

Using the steps underground, I take corners carefully in the dirt as to not be heard.

Elaena's voice beats off the stone walls and my footsteps freeze. Clinging to the shadows I follow the melodic sound when I spot them.

Seasmoke stirs from his sleep, seemingly happy to see it's rider though Cregan takes a step back, his hand on his sword as if his steel was any match for one of our dragons.

Elaena however is ecstatic to see her silver scaled companion, her radiant smile enough to light these dark caves. Seasmoke must not be used to these conditions. At Dragonstone their dragons fly free in the open air basking in the sunlight like the worldly creatures they are.

My heart longed to visit her there when she'd left for years time, but now the thought of her leaving without me was unbearable. I'd go anywhere she'd ask, hell included.

Staying back Cregan watches from afar still unsure of the beast before him and Seasmoke senses it, rearing open its jaws fire rising up from his throat but Elaena places her palm against its scales, speaking calmly and the dragon takes her command bringing itself protectively between the two of them and he's blocked from sight.

Elaena seems to notice this, taking a glance around before crouching to back away stealthily. Hiding in the shadows she doesn't see me at first, she's too preoccupied with sneaking away from Cregan.

"Elaena?" He calls out, but she's crouched behind a dark corridor just across from me.

His footsteps are hard to make out from the dirt but he gives up rather quickly, surely terrified of the beasts that surrounded him and no one to protect him. 

He returns the way they came but Elaena remains for a moment longer, afraid he'll find her sneaking away.

Biting at her lip she peeks around one last time before tiptoeing down the back hallway as I had.

Sneaking up behind her, Elaena's steps slow before she spins around pressing me against the wall with a dagger pulled against my already sore throat.

"Aemond?!" She breathes, her purple eyes wide in shock when she realizes whom her follower had been but she doesn't remove her blade.

"This didn't turn me on when your father did it. I quite like you holding a blade to my throat, my love." I smirk, my body humming with anticipation now that we'd been reunited. I wanted her, again, now.

"My father? What are you talking about?" Withdrawing her weapon she doesn't move away and I'm thankful for her closeness, I'd missed her all afternoon even more severely when watching her with another man.

"He put a dagger to my throat and told me to stay away, so I told him the truth of it."

"Which is?"

"That I can't... and I won't."

Even in the dark halls of the dragonpit I can still see the deep blush that washes over her innocent face.

Reaching for her necklace I take the opportunity to brush my own knuckles across her chest moving away her hair so I can see the marks I'd left, admiring my handy work.

Turning her head up sharply, it suddenly occurs to her I'd been watching.

"Have you been with us this whole time?" She asks.

Nodding, she laughs to herself and I'm relieved she's not angry with me.

"Where were you keeping that dagger?" I ask, impressed she heard me approaching to begin with. If I had any doubts my song would be able to handle herself before they were a thing of the past now.

Lifting up her dress she slides the knife back into its holder strapped around her thigh and I can feel my dick twitching to be inside of her at the sight.

Letting out a sharp breath she notices, bringing her dress higher while I watched, my mouth going bone dry as she exposed inch after inch. Kneeling at her feet I worship the only way I know how, with my tongue.

"It's as if the gods created you with me in mind." I grin, starting just above her knee I leave a kiss, than another, trailing towards her inner thigh.

"Aemond," She shudders beneath my mouth, throwing back her head when I reach her most sensitive bud, tasting her sweet desire that pooled between her legs.

Her free hand throws off my hood so she can see me, and I look up at her, our eyes locking as I lap my tongue in a steady rhythm but a taste is not enough I want to be inside of her.

Standing up I take her face between my hands, pressing a hungry kiss to her lips.

Barely pulling away from her I mumble against her mouth, "Watching you with him is pure torture," I admit. "So now, I'm going to fuck away even the memory of his name. Do you understand, Princess?"

Turning her to the wall I hesitate when she doesn't respond until her shaky voice whimpers, "Please," lifting her dress I push down the waist of my pants.

I bend her over and in one graceful motion I thrust my throbbing dick inside of her the relief blissful and building every moment she tightens her muscles around me.

Her soft moans were music to my ears straight from the mouths of angels, it was no wonder she sang to damn beautifully. 

"Deeper," she urges and I'm seconds away from coming undone at her command gripping her waist to get a better angle.

As soon as I do we both feel it, our bodies moving as one teetering at the edge of ecstasy together. There was never any hope for another love, Elaena asked me to ruin her but it was me who was truly ruined.

"Let go for me, Elaena. Take me with you," reaching around her body my index and middle finger slide in between her soaking wet folds and she gasps unable to help herself against my quickening pace.

Spilling into her with a guttural growl her own climax demands every drop of me and I give it to her.

Dazed from my own pleasure I press a hand against the wall holding myself up above her watching like a possessive animal as my seed dripped down the insides of her thighs. 

"You'll put a child in me at this rate," She breathes while I slowly pull out of her, all energy gone from my body. 

Pressing my sweaty forehead to hers I leave a gentle kiss to her lips as if to remind her how important she is to me.

"What if I do?" I ask. The idea of Elaena carrying my child was a dream I saw often. Training our children in combat and as dragonriders they'd be heirs to the Iron Throne and they'd have anything this world had to offer.

Taking my hands in hers she looks down at our interlocked fingers, a small smile peeking out from beneath her long blonde hair and my frozen heart beats faster still.

"Than you'd have no choice but to wed me, my prince." She teases, but I shake my head. "I'll wed you right now, Elaena." At my admission I all but say that I'm in love with her and the words are on the tip of my tongue. 

"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? SHOW YOURSELF!"

Without turning to see who was calling after us I grab her arm, "Run, now!" 

Taking off into a sprint I keep Elaena close, only turning to ensure our escape. Breaking out of the dark tunnel system into the city I can admire her nervous excitement, smiling up at the sky while her skin absorbed the rays of sunlight.

Keeping our fingers locked tight we lose the city watchman in a crowd of people, her laugh infectious and I wonder if I've ever been so happy in my entire lifetime. I'd give anything to keep this, to keep her. 

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