𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
11 years ago,
The sun on my pale skin filled me with life and with the constant rain on Dragonstone I was beginning to miss Kings Landing more and more by the day, though I would not admit it also had something to do with my Uncle who hadn't written me once in the years since we'd parted at Driftmark.

But then again, what was I to expect when I was just a worthless bastard in his family's eyes, the sister and blood of the very boy who took Aemond's eye?

And yet I still missed him sorely.

"Pay attention, little dragon. If you're not careful your brothers may surpass you."

I about jumped from my skin when I heard my father's voice mere inches from my ear and he chuckled at my reaction, making it quite obvious how distracted I was.

"I'm sorry, I just-"

I almost tell him about my nightmares, the words on the tip of my tongue of how I'd been up all night with only the dragons song to keep me company.

So many dragons and yet I hadn't found my own. Even Aemond had claimed Vhagar but I was still alone.

Was I even a dragon at all? 10 years old and still without a dragon.

"Let's take a break, shall we? Hang up the swords for the day, hm?" Daemon suggests, urging me to move quickly from sight.

Running from the training yard we take to the shoreline where Caraxes and Syrax lay peacefully, absorbing the heat of the sun. They were a beautiful sight, their gold and red colors complimenting one another just as mother and father had.

Father.

I'd known for some time now that I wasn't the kin of Ser Laenor just as my brothers weren't. Though the timing of my birth had coincided with the night of their wedding I was no fool.

See Laenor had loved us unconditionally just as a father should in Daemon's absence but I'd always known deep down in my heart of hearts the rumors were true whether or not he'd come to admit it.

Some even questioned how Jacaerys and Luke's eggs had hatched but mine never had no matter how well I'd taken care of it.

"Do you think I'll ever claim a dragon? Truthfully?" I ask him, well aware of my father's brash honesty but when I ask him that question he looks at me in shock not hesitating for a moment.

"Of course you will. Has Jacaerys been teasing you again? Your mother told you to come to us if-"

Shaking my head I smile up at my father adoringly, "No, no! I've only grown impatient is all. Jace knows better now that I filled his bed with dragon droppings,"

I brace myself for a lesson learned but my father throws back his head in a fit of laughter, "Of course it was you. Your mother wouldn't be pleased to know you're the reason the keep has smelled for weeks,"

My eyes widen in panic but my father puts a finger to his lips, "I won't tell, little dragon. I'll take it to the grave,"

At the mention of death, I wiggle my nose at the sudden offputting smell of smoke and burning bodies.

"Now come, I have something I wish to show you." He clasps his hand on my small shoulder and leads us closer to the pair of dragons just shy of the lapping waves.

"Do you know who rode Caraxes before I, Elaena?" My father asks me and though I know I should have his answer I'm not quite sure, having mixed up a handful of ancestors over the years and who could truly blame me with all the repeated names over history.

"It was Aemon Targaryen who hatched Caraxes. He rode alongside his siblings my mother Alyssa and Baelon Targaryen who rode Meleys and Vhagar."

Just as Grandmother claimed Meleys and Aemond had claimed Vhagar, not hatched them.

So perhaps I wasn't alone in not having hatched an egg but that changed nothing of my situation, I was wasting time that I would never get back.

"Elaena, what I think you're forgetting is that your grandmother didn't claim my mother's dragon until she was thirteen, three years before she married Lord Corlys."

Stopping in my tracks as we come closer to Caraxes and Syrax my father turns back, his lips tipping up in an amused grin. "Come little one, don't you want to give her a visit?"

My ears perk up at the thought of riding dragonback and not just around the island but on an adventure nonetheless.

"To Driftmark?!" I ask, waiting for his nod before busting out in a full sprint toward the dragons with an energy I've never felt before as my father follows closely behind with a prideful smile.

It felt like a lifetime ago and now, these memories were all I had left of my grandmother, brothers, and father. I wondered if they would fade with time and the thought alone terrified me.

It was that trip to Driftmark where I'd claimed Seasmoke for my own, taking my grandmother's advice on a sunny afternoon just like this one.

It had been a week since we'd received a raven from Luke explaining the ins and outs of my father's death but he'd insisted on securing Harrenhal before returning home in hopes that when he did, we would take Kings Landing.

For Father, for Jacaerys, for Rhaenys, and the innocent Aegon, Visenya, and Viserys.

My mother had been a ghost, floating the halls as she cried silently from the endless loss she'd endured.

If I lost Aemond I couldn't imagine...

Tears welled in my eyes yet again realizing our children would never meet their grandfather. My mother would rule alone, having sacrificed nearly half of our family for it.

A soft knock at my chamber door frame draws me from my thoughts and I don't have to turn from the window to know who it is that comes for me. I could feel his electricity from miles away, our eyes connecting as they always do even in a crowded room.

"My love, Luke should be home soon. Would you like to meet him at the dragon mount?" He addresses me tenderly, worried one wrong word could send me down the brink of insanity but I wasn't the only one who'd lost a loved one at The Blood Bath Of Harrenhal.

Aemond had lost his youngest brother, Daeron whom I'm sure he had held out hope for until the very end. He could've taken the black, perhaps lived his life as a prisoner in the keeps with Helaena had he begged forgiveness and bent the knee but we'd both known there'd been no chance of that.

"I doubt my mother will be up for leaving the keep so it's best we accompany Rhaena." I agree, taking to my wardrobe to pick from one of my cloaks.

Baela had taken to the town ale house when she'd heard the news, insistent we take Kings Landing just as our father had said and for once on the Black Council there was an astounding agreement.

Unhappy with my formal tone Aemond closes the door behind him to meet me in front of the mirror. Taking the fine fabric from my hands he motions with his finger to turn and I do as I'm told, watching him as he clasps the cloak around my neck.

The tension between us is thick with all that was unsaid hanging in the air and pushing past the lump forming in my throat I'm the first one to speak.

"I'm sorry... about Daeron. I'd quite enjoyed his company when we were children."

"Hmph. But not as much as you enjoyed mine," He smirks, catching my eye in the mirror.

Eager to end the conversation Aemond heads for the door but I stop him, giving his hand a tug.

"That's not all I'm sorry about," I confess, my stomach twisting at the fierce tension in his jaw.

"What could you possibly have to be sorry for?" He moves closer to graze his finger across my bottom lip and I notice the uncharacteristically pink shade of his eye, my heart sinking in my chest.

He'd been crying.

"We'd thought it would come to this but... that doesn't make the death of your little brother any easier," I whisper, silently begging him to meet my eyes but instead, his gaze remains fixated on my lips.

"He would've killed you or I just the same. He's made that quite clear," He replies his voice resigned from the matter but I know better. For months he'd been strong for me allowing me to lean on him whenever I needed but just like I this war had changed him.

His nephew, now his brother... and when we take Kings Landing the rest of what he once held dear. Perhaps none of us had given him enough credit.

"He was still your little brother, Aemond... even I held hope it wouldn't come to this."

He brings my knuckles to his lips to press a soft kiss against my hand and he knows he can't hide from me, his walls tumbling if only for a moment and if only for me.

"You aren't to blame, my song. Perhaps I should've tried harder... begged him to see sense." He mumbles, his voice broken and wrecked with guilt.

"When we'd fallen in love I couldn't have imagined it would be this way." I breathe feeling my own sense of guilt for tearing him and his siblings apart.

At my words Aemond stiffens beneath me, his frown deepening, "Would you have married Stark had you known?" He's afraid to ask and I wonder how many times he's asked himself that same question.

"No," I answer easily and his violet eye snaps to mine. "Does that make me a terrible person? To know what pain came with my decision and to choose it anyway?" I ask him, a bit of the weight lifted when I verbalize it.

"No path is without its difficulties but I would choose the path with you no matter how treacherous, again and again, if I had the chance."

His reassurance in the face of this storm was the shelter I needed.

Lifting my hand I trace a finger down his scar and his eye flutters closed, leaning the weight of his head against my palm.

Standing on my tiptoes I capture his mouth with mine shocking him for only a moment before he responds with his strong arm snaking around my waist.

I felt like a doll in his grasp, willing and waiting for him to bend me to his will.

We would always find solace within one another, resting in the comfort of each other's embrace.

His slick tongue whips across my lips forcing our kiss deeper, the hunger he holds is different but I recognize it just the same.

My one-eyed prince searched for validation just as I did.

Aemond cradles my face with one hand while the other slips down my waist to grab a handful of my ass, pressing me up against him and his growing erection coaxing a deep chuckle from his throat.

"Is it too soon to be dreaming of filling you with another child?" He asks, peppering kisses down my neck too nervous to see my reaction but at first I don't reply, dreaming of it myself.

We'd always wanted our children close in age, to grow up and train side by side just as we had but with the war still in full swing was it such a wise decision?

Lifting his chin from my chest to get a glimpse of my reaction he frowns, an apology already on his perfectly shaped lips but I shake my head, clamping a hand over his mouth.

"I'd prefer to wait until after we take Kings Landing but it's never too soon to dream. After all, how else am I going to get that daughter I've always wanted?"

Slowly Aemond's hungry smile returns and he's leaning down to claim my mouth once more, "I can show you exactly how."

"Aemond-" but his soft, warm lips silence me.

Leaning into his tender kiss I rest my palms on his chest, taking hold of the leather material of his tunic.

He pulls me incredibly close, his rough hands roaming my body beneath my cloak and I have far too many layers of clothes between us.

Breaking for air he trails his lips down my chest, lightly sucking and biting fresh marks across my pale skin.

I throw back my head giving in to waves of need that threatened to drown me any time he was near but I whine itching to take off everything I'd just put on.

Aemond backs me into the bed and just as I fall back with his lips locked with mine a dragons roar shakes the mattress, a roar that could only belong to Vermithor.

"Hmm, your little brother always seems to have impeccable timing," he growls, pouting adorably with the bottoms of my skirts in hand.

Unable to help myself I laugh almost hysterically at our luck and he wasn't particularly wrong.

Straightening my skirts I run a hand through my hair and yank Aemond out the door much to his and my own dismay.

"You know we could've made that rather quick, you didn't have to interrupt me," he finally perks up beside me having no regard for the guards that came to escort us.

I take a glance over my shoulder at them and Aemond only chuckles at the light blush that came to my cheeks.

"You blush like it's the very first time I've kissed you, my love. Do you remember? That afternoon in the library?" He continues.

It felt like so long ago when he'd lifted me atop a desk and confessed I was all he wanted.

"How could I ever forget?" I reply shyly, giving his hand a squeeze.

With our unplanned distraction, Luke has made it through the front doors, and Rhaena is already in tow with their hands locked like ours.

My little brother seems to grow an inch every time I see him, reminding me he's a man grown who has seen more treacherous adventures than me.

We would have to change that soon.

When reading Luke's letters I couldn't help but imagine if we'd lost him too. My father had saved his life, allowing Luke to dodge death once more and I wondered if maybe this had been my father's hope for redemption.

Brushing away the lone tear that spilled down my cheek I run to my brother's open arms.

"Seven hells sister I was only gone a couple of weeks," he chuckles but I hold him tighter.

"Nothing good comes from our family being apart. I'm only glad to have you home where you belong. Maybe when you have children you'll understand,"

"I understand plenty sister. Now come, Daemon left something... for all of us." Luke pointedly shoots Aemond a look and my husband raises an eyebrow, his already locked jaw clenching with unease.

Locked arm and arm Aemond walks beside me in silence, hanging his head deep in thought but Luke drones on about Vermithor and the amazing glory they'd both brought our house and he was right.

Luke had put us in the perfect position to take Kings Landing. What men of the Greens were left wouldn't be able to protect the capital so that would mean they'd be forced to focus on the Red Keep alone, but with the impending finale to this war, Aemond grew more and more on edge.

Even our sex life had changed into something more of a rough, lustful dance. Whether it be in the hallway, or in the library, wherever he could take me he would have me and I gave myself begging and willing.

At the thought, a hot blush comes to my cheeks, and my palms grow sweaty in his huge hand that swallows my own.

"How's Mother been holding up?" Luke asks, bringing me from my thoughts and I'm forced to meet his tired chocolate eyes.

Frowning in response I'm not sure what to say so I just tell him the truth, "Not good. I want to believe all will be well when we take back her throne but I'm not so sure." I keep my voice low, unwilling to let even a single guard overhear our troubles.

Luke's lips set in a thin tight line, again looking to Aemond for any tell but my husband doesn't give one, staring straight ahead.

Poor Luke had always looked up to Jacaerys, gauging his older brother's reactions but it now seemed Aemond had taken that place.

They both may have lost brothers but they gained a different kind of brotherhood though it would never replace what was lost it perhaps made the gaping hole of loss that much smaller.

When we break through the double doors of the great hall my mother the Queen remains seated where she'd been since she'd heard the news of my father.

With her back to us as she looked out the window the color from her cheeks had long gone and the happy curves she'd gained from years of childbirth had slowly withered away, leaving her a shell of the woman she was only months ago.

There had to be something we could do, something to pull her out.

But if I were in her place would there be any consoling me? Even from the children we'd shared?

"Mother," Luke calls out to her, rushing through the length of the great hall to reach her.

"My son, you're home thank the gods." My mother crushed her now eldest son to her chest and the frown that tugged at the corners of my lips deepened.

"I'm sorry I wasn't a stronger warrior. Perhaps if I didn't constantly need saving-"

"No, sweet boy you were brave and Dae-... your well-being was his last parting gift to me." My mother smiles sadly down at my brother struggling to even mutter my father's name and none of us are sure what to say to fill the uncomfortable silence.

Clearing his throat Luke thankfully does, "That reminds me, he had a few other gifts to go around." My little brother muddles through his bag and only then do I notice he's carrying two swords, not one.

"He's written letters for everyone. But...where's Baela?" He asks Rhaena and his betrothed looks out the window in reply, her teary eyes a shock to Lucerys who likely hadn't seen her cry often.

"She spends most of her evenings with Alyn at the tavern and her days with Moondancer on the beaches just as..."

Just as Daemon had with the gold cloaks and Caraxes.

Rhaena's disappointment is contagious, and without a second thought I step forward to take her hand, "I'll find her and bring her home tonight I promise,"

Aemond clears his throat from beside me but I cut him off, knowing full well what he was about to say, "If the ale houses are safe enough for my sister then they're safe enough for me."

My husband crosses his arms over his chest, his wide shoulders even more broad and I know this conversation isn't over.

Luke passes out everyone's respected letters and the parchment in my hands practically stings my skin from the unknown sentiments that reside inside.

When Luke hands Aemond his own letter the room stills.

"You're sure this is meant for me?" He asks, his stare unwavering from the seal.

"I'm sure, Uncle, but that's not all."

Luke reaches around his waist and I suck in a sharp breath recognizing the hilt of the sword instantly. I had to admit that as a child I'd dreamed of fighting with my father's sword.

Dark Sister was the very Valyrian steel blade that Visenya, Aegon The Conqueror's sister and wife carried years ago when they first paved the way in Westeros for generations of Targaryens to come and that was putting it lightly.

Aemond's eye along with his sapphire, sparkles in disbelief, reluctant to reach out and take it from him at first, but Luke urges him on. "My father wished for you to wield this. He believed you'd need it to properly fulfill your oaths to his daughter and her mother the Queen."

When my mother turns to meet my eyes the sadness returns to her expression and I realize why she's been so distant this past week.

I must've reminded her of him, after all, I was the only child of his she had left.

Aemond however looks at me with a mix of emotions waiting for a sign of my approval.

It's only when I give him a small reassuring smile that he takes Dark Sister in his hand.

He twists the sword around in his hands, growing accustomed to the weight it holds and the pride that swells in my heart is overwhelming.

It was meant to be, after all, Aemond had even claimed Visenya's dragon but if that meant Aemond was my Visenya, was I his Conqueror?

My mother however has to look away at the sight of Aemond wielding my father's sword and it doesn't help that my father and Aemond looked strikingly similar when he was younger.

Fresh tears well in my mother's violet eyes but she hides from us, turning away to take her seat back by the window where I imagined she waited for any sign of the blazing red Caraxes in the sky with her beloved coming home to her.

Aemond frees the Valyrian steel blade from its scabbard and holds it up in the sunlight, marveling at its beauty and the significance it holds.

"And fulfill my promise I will." He mutters more for himself but due to our closeness I hear him, his words settling deep in my chest.

Taking cautious steps toward my mother I'm careful with extending my hand, inching our fingers closer together until she moves her hand to clasp mine.

"This war will end Mother... and we will bring you your crown just as Father intended."

***

For hours we'd gone over possible strategies to take the capital with minimal damage to all who resided inside, neither my mother nor I would rule over a kingdom of ash.

At the first word of Jacaerys's death, Cregan had begun his march south without so much as a word from my mother but he was just as ready as the rest of us to draw blood for all that had happened.

However, with the sun down and still no sign of Baela I kept true to my promise and went on my search for her.

As expected Aemond didn't want me going anywhere so late at night by myself and I would never find my sister if I had a group of guards on our tail.

We'd been careful hiding our hair, tying back our blonde locks to ensure the hood kept our identities secret, and for the first time in a long time Aemond donned his eyepatch covering the beautiful sapphire I'd grown so accustomed to losing myself in.

"Did you truly think I'd go on an exciting night out without you?" I giggle, taking Aemond's hand as we adventured down a dark alleyway but he seems to be more on edge about our endeavor than me.

"If you wanted an evening out my love all you had to do was ask," He smirks, taking another glance around nervously when he spots the ale house, a glowing beacon of life on a late somber evening.

"If I have to ask it's hardly romantic is it?" Stealing the grin from my lips Baela and Alyn walked inside hand and hand, hardly being discreet but I supposed it didn't matter anymore. Her betrothed was dead, she was a free woman to do what she pleased.

Without another word Aemond and I follow them into the homey establishment but I lose track of them instantly in the thick of the crowds. I could see why Baela enjoyed it here, there was plenty of noise and happiness to drown out any negative thoughts that might've lingered in her mind.

Hell, I wish now she would've invited me.

"I wouldn't be half surprised if we found Aegon lying around here somewhere," Aemond jokes and I motion the barmaid for two jugs of ale.

When the woman places the pales in front of us Aemond arches an eyebrow in question, hardly expecting me to be interested in joining the festivities but I'd be lying if I said I hadn't yearned for a night of distraction.

After downing half of my pale Aemond has already spotted the couple at the table farthest away in the corner and with a lack of gracefulness I start towards them.

"Elaena, wait-" He calls out from behind me but feeling more myself with a belly full of ale I ignore him, pushing through the people to find my sister while leaving Aemond to follow me with our drinks.

"Sister!" I call out to her, breaking through the crowd and Baela nearly snaps her neck turning around at my voice.

Frantically she turns back to Alyn and then back to me, her eyes widening when she notices Aemond come up from behind me.

I smile at her sheepishly when I realize she isn't the happiest to see me so I reach for an extra drink from Aemond and offer it to her in way of a peace offering.

"What in the seven hells are you doing here?!" She asks, roughly yanking me down to the table along with them and Aemond follows, wrapping an arm around my waist to save me from falling but not without shooting my sister an irritated glance.

"Rhaena's worried sick about you and Luke's returned home. I promised I'd bring you home,"

Baela scoffs, taking another swig of her ale, "Why would you make a promise like that? I'm quite content here."

"Content? Baela, our father has... died of course you're not content here,"

"I'm mourning how I see fit, El. We're grown women now, I have no need for you to look after me."

"I think quite the opposite. I'll be looking after you and the rest of our siblings until the day I die. I'm the eldest it's my right,"

Aemond and Alyn grow uncomfortable at the tension rising between us, both of them finding the bottoms of their cups rather interesting.

"And I think you need to loosen up, sister. All of that weight doesn't fall on you just because you're the eldest... Besides, I'd like to believe our father would want us drinking to his memory not bickering."

My sister pulls down her hood and her beautiful brown curls spill across her shoulders, Alyn is stunned by her beauty in the dim-lit alehouse but when I turn to gauge my husband's reaction he's already staring at me, waiting for my reply.

"Perhaps just a couple of drinks and we'll head home?"

My sister lights up at my moment of weakness but by the warm fuzzy feeling that grows in my stomach, I would bargain that I would have plenty more.

A couple of drinks turned into a handful and before I knew it we had a tableful of empty jugs after hours of stories about Baela, Jaces and Alyn's adventures in town but I wasn't the only one who had sorrows to drown.

Aemond had had his fill as well, his hazy lavender eye trapping me in his stare whenever our eyes met.

Baela and Alyn have occupied themselves in a deep conversation but I don't bother trying to hear over the noise, turning my attention to the very person whose hand was clasped possessively on my thigh.

For most of the evening, he'd kept quiet with the exception of exchanging a word or two with Alyn, allowing me to enjoy the time with my sister but the soft drawing of shapes on the sliver of bare skin at my back had been winding me up for hours, tempting me with each flick of his finger.

"You're quite adorable when you're flushed from drinking. We may have to take evenings like this more often," Aemond keeps his mouth close to my ear so I can feel the brush of his lips against my neck with each of his drawn out words.

Shivering against him he reaches just below my chair to scootch me closer. Once I'm closer to him he takes the opportunity to tuck a stray piece of blonde hair behind my ear and under my hood.

For a lingering moment, we watch one another, speaking without saying a thing until he turns my head once more to whisper in my ear.

"I've been waiting all evening to finish what we started earlier, Princess, and the ale isn't helping such... matters." His eye drops for half a second and I realize what he means.

My poor husband has had aching balls for hours it seemed.

"How awful that must be, my Prince. Does your wife not satisfy you?" Beneath the table, I trail my long fingernails up his thigh dangerously close to his stiffening member.

Unsure how to react at first he spots the challenging look in my eye and his demeanor changes, relaxing against my wandering touch.

"Quite the opposite, she satisfies me in every conceivable way." Taking my chin between his fingers he brings our mouths dangerously close continuing in a rough lust filled voice "I'm afraid it's the very reason I can't get enough of her,"

What he says is enough to have desire pooling between my thighs. Drawing my lip between my teeth his gaze snaps to the action mesmerized by my mouth.

Sliding my hand further up his thigh he turns his body only slightly to give my hand better access beneath the table.

Aemond tilts his head back the closer I get until finally, I palm his straining cock through his trousers.

Gods, he's so big.

I ached everywhere imaginable to have him inside of me, unaware of the people that surrounded us. If anything, no one paid us any mind, for all they knew we were a lovestruck couple of nameless travelers and they'd be half right.

"Elaena," he growls in warning, his lips parted slightly but I use my free hand to unclasp the button at his waist and his fingernails dig into the wood of the table hardly able to control himself.

Slipping my hand beneath the waistband he's a rigid stone in my hands and the heat that's coming off of him brings a sweat to my brow.

"You're teasing me, love," he hums, pressing his soft lips at the arch of my neck.

"I only mean to remind you of your promise," I breathe, finding the tip of his dick already dripping with desire.

Aemond's whole body goes stiff against mine, his words a struggle through gritted teeth, "And which promise would that be?"

"That I'm yours to take wherever, and whenever you'd like,"

If he was a tense ball of nerves before, he's practically frozen in time now, watching me as I withdraw my fingers slick with his precum and stick them between my pursed lips.

I wanted him now and a princess would have what she wanted.

His eye burns into me and I revel in his undivided attention, swirling my tongue around my finger until he reaches out to take my small wrist in his grip, "You know as much as I'd like to take you atop this table-"

"Sister, Aemond will be escorting me to relieve myself. I'm dying for a pee," I giggle shooting her a look but she and Alyn are already far ahead of us. Both of them are locked in an embrace while Baela practically sits in his lap, her arms snaked around Alyn's neck.

"I'm beginning to think there was something in the ale," Aemond smirks sweeping me away through the people and up a flight of rickety stairs.

Coming to a hallway with a handful of closed doors Aemond hesitates, pondering what door to go through but I find the closest one, yanking it open and pulling him inside.

"Fuck-" he mutters, stumbling backward over a bucket and crashing into some shelves housing cleaning supplies but I have a one-track mind that's dazed by alcohol and need.

Pushing up his shirt with one hand I yank down his trousers with the other and drop to my knees before him. Without warning I run my tongue across his swollen head and sink his thick erection through my lips and to the back of my throat, both of us moaning at the tight fit.

Throwing back his head, blonde wisps of hair peek out from under his hood and his violet eye is nearly black looking down at me in wonder as I sucked him deeper into my mouth.

Amidst Aemond's moans, he throws back my own hood, his face brightening now that he can see all of me taking all of him only further turned on by the gags of me struggling to keep up.

"Gods, you're beautiful like this,- fuck," He pants, but what I do with my hands stops him midsentence. Adding a hand to the base of his cock I quicken my pace, lifting off my knees to get a better angle but that only lasts for mere seconds before Aemond is lifting me up to crash his warm needy mouth to mine.

Our kiss tastes of cheap ale and salt from the near climax he had in my mouth but I hum in sweet ecstasy hardly noticing Aemond's arm around my waist and fingers at my waistband.

"Nyke jorrāelagon iemnȳ hen ao, Elaena, I won't cum anywhere but in that pretty tight pussy of yours,"
*I need inside of you

Keeping his word he works at the ties around my waist, pulling down my pants only enough to delve his fingers through my need, probing my aching entrance with his middle finger.

The moment he touches me I turn into a blubbering mess, whining at the mere graze of his finger and he relishes it, just as I had earlier.

"So ready for me," He purrs bringing the finger to his mouth and licking it clean. "Now bend over, princess. I'm going to make good on that promise,"

He was so very good at keeping his promises.

Aemond turns me himself, knotting his fingers through my hair to guide me down while his thick member brushes against my thigh, and he lifts my hips, slipping inside of me like a tight glove.

"Fuck, Aemond,"

He slams into me again and again, each time filling me so deeply I beg for more, the pressure building but never crashing, my release just out of grasp.

All that was heard in our closest away from the world were my desperate pleas and the slapping of skin on skin. The moment his fingers find the sensitive bud between my legs I back up even further into him, inching up on my tiptoes.

Realizing what I mean to do Aemond snakes an arm around my waist and angles me higher, just when I think I've taken all of him, his cock finds that heavenly spot of sensitive flesh, "Right there isn't it?" I feel his smiling lips against the back of my neck and I can only manage a hum in response, praying he didn't choose now to start teasing me.

"I'm so close, Aemond, please-" I beg, snapping what restraint he had left.

I back into him giving him no place to go but inside of me once more and he chuckles at my eagerness, continuing his brutal pace.

With each thrust, I whined a bit louder, my muscles tightening around him and I knew I was moments away.

"Cum for me, Elaena. Let go,"

Like a switch is flipped by Aemond's words my orgasm crashes around me. Grabbing hold of the door frame for support he takes care of holding me up against him and I know by the sound of his strangled breathing he's filled me to the brim but neither of us is anxious to move away from the other.

Without pulling out of me Aemond turns my head and captures my lips in one last sweet kiss, something far different and tender than what we'd just shared and I sigh against his mouth, the strength slowly leaving my body.

"I'm already beginning to regret having such wild sex out of bed. What I'd give to fall into our royal sheets right about now," I sigh, earning a tired chuckle from my husband who stared down at me completely and utterly in love but I imagined I looked the same.

"Hmm, I'd have to disagree. I've grown to miss this adventurous side of you, but that's not to say we can't reenact what happened here in our spacious apartments."

Adventurous side of me.

I supposed I had lost a bit of myself to this war... to my fears to my anxieties. I used to be so free such a rebellious warrior.

What had happened to that girl?

She became a woman.

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