Purity
Aemond Targaryen x Innocent Niece OC
OC name: Amelia Targaryen first of her name, heir of Driftmark
Your innocence drags me closer to my madness, instead of an eye for an eye, I shall take you as my bride.
Warnings: Cursing, smut, death, murder, dagger, knife kink, corruption kink, innocence kink
King’s Landing is a once lively and beautiful place of freedom. Where lords and ladies could walk the halls arms linked, giggling and talking aloud of gossip. An area the royal family of House Targaryen had raised their families with peace and alliance of love and family. The sun would shine down on the kingdom, encouraging the dragons to soar through the skies with their riders. But now it was nothing but a darkened hole of depression, no longer filled with life, but instead covered in the faith of the seven. The seven-pointed star haunted the halls of the Blacks as they entered, staring at the unfamiliar halls that brought an uncomfortable shiver to the children.
The only daughter of Rhaenyra and Harwin Strong stared up at the star in confusion, her brother’s having run off to the training grounds. “I do not get it. What does it mean?” she whispered. Her guard shifted from beside her staring up at the star, then looking down at the princess. “It is a religion of the seven gods princess,” he answered. She hummed, turning from the star and walking in the same direction her brothers had walked mere minutes ago. Walking down the steps of the court, holding her dress seeing her brother standing at the weapons table. “Luke!” she called out. The younger looked away from their older brother smiling at his older sister, his arm lacing her when she stepped up beside him.
It amazed Luke how happy his sister was. The only reason they were back in Kings Landing was to push the claim of Driftmark to another because she is deemed a bastard. But she smiled without a care, too naive to come to terms with the title bastard. She was named heir of Driftmark the moment she was born after Jacecerys and that is the reason they are here; to be pushed down and away from the throne of Driftmark, where she will sit. Jace led towards a crowd that surrounded two wielders, one that tall with long white hair, and the other was Ser Criston Cole, or as Daemon called him, Ser Crispin. “Aemond..” she whispered to Jace. “Could be Aegon,” Jace muttered back. Her head turned growing more interested in the others surrounding the two, her guard standing tall behind her watching the prince and king's guard. “Well done my prince.” Ser Criston spoke. Her head turned back seeing it was indeed Aemond, a smile spreading across her features; while Jace and Luke looked uncomfortable. “Aemond..” she whispered. “You’ll be winning tourneys in no time.” Criston complimented. “I don’t give a shit about tourneys. Nephews, niece.” Aemond spoke, slowly lowering his sword with a spin. “Have you come to train nephews?” he asked. “Kepus..” she spoke, but Jace grabbed her quickly turning her away from their uncle. She was far too innocent to understand the conflict between the two families, being hidden away and under-knowledged all her life.
Her smile faded quickly when the gates opened presenting Veamond Valerian. Her guard stepped forward, hand pressed over the handle of his sword when Vaemond stopped his pace staring at the princess. Her heart sped up in her ears, breath froze in her throat nearly choking her. Jace and Luke stepped up beside the guard, watching as Vaemond looked away without a word escaping him. “Asshole..” Jace muttered. “Don’t say that,” she whispered. Her guard didn’t let her move until Lord Vaemond was out of view, then gently ushering her forward, back towards the kingdom. Luke looked back towards Aemond, noticing the way his uncle watched his sister, a look of hunger and lust hidden behind his lilac eye.
Aemond wanted to corrupt his little niece and watch her fall apart beneath him. He wanted her cheeks to be soaked in tears, eyes filled with nothing but pleasure and want. He wanted to hear her beg and plead for him to fuck her til she no longer had a voice to beg with. He was tempted to drag her away, take her into a brothel making her look upon the world's sins of sex. Force her to listen as the women and men moan out in pleasure, profanities leaving them. Make her smell the strong scent in the air that filled the pleasuring halls. Aemond wanted to watch her break and fall, pleading for him to pick her back up and fix her, making her his in every single way possible; then toss her aside watching her mind break as no other is able to please her the way he was able to do so.
Her head turned back looking at her younger brother and then at him, her brown Hughes meeting his lilac one. She smiled gracefully, then called to Luke who quickly turned and followed after his siblings. They re-entered the Red Keep, the girl splitting from her brother’s going for her own chambers, guard following as always. She entered her old chambers, humming at the lack of change, making her way over towards the lounge in front of the fireplace, quickly sitting and lifting her legs. Her guard smiled sheepishly at her, the soft whispers of words leaving her didn’t bother him. She had visions just like Helaena did, Daemon had started calling her Amelia Velerion the pure Dragon Dreamer. It was a title that always made the princess smile, which would earn her a head pat from the Rogue Prince. “The strong that strikes the green wishing power will fall to his knees..” she whispered.
A knock on the door made the guard turn and unlatch it, pulling the door back and coming face to face with the one-eyed prince. “Prince Aemond, princess.” her guard informed her. She turned resting her chin on the back of the lounge and smiling at her uncle as he entered the room. “You can go, I wish to be alone with my niece,” Aemond ordered. The guard looked towards the princess for confirmation to which she nodded with a kind smile. He bowed, turned, and walked out closing the door behind him and taking a post beside the door. Aemond walked towards her, to which she watched him with a naive gaze. “I didn’t get much of a hello in the courtyard, dear niece.” he rasped. “My apologies uncle,” she whispered. She lowered her legs, standing to her full height, which wasn’t that tall. She was tiny compared to him, his hand reaching out and grasping at her right arm pulling her closer to him. Her innocent dough eyes stared up at him, her hand curling around, wrapping around his forearm as he did with hers.
He slowly stepped forward, making her take a step back waist hitting the lounge chair’s armrest. He leaned forward, his other hand moving to her waist pulling her into his chest and pressing against him. A small pitched yelp escaped her, hand grasping at his tunic, heartbeat speeding up. His hand moved from her arm, wrapping her in his strong grasp. She lowered her arms and wrapped them around his torso hugging him back, smiling softly. To her this was innocent, but to him, it was a cage that she was slowly falling into. She smelled of golden roses with a hint of lavender incense, also a small hint of dragon stench sitting on her skin. She relaxed in his hold, tucking her head into his shoulder, listening to his calm heartbeat.
“Let me touch you,” he muttered. She was confused, hands moving to sit against his chest. “You are touching me kepus..” she whispered. His knee moved to push her legs open, one hand moving down and beginning to pull her red golden laced dress up, til it bunched at her waist. “No. Let me truly touch you,” he muttered. “Aemond no..” she gasped. “It’s okay sweet girl. I’m only showing how much I’ve missed you.” he pushed. She looked uncertain, whining as his knee pushed into her covered cunt, eyes linked to his uncovered one. “Move your hips little one, it’ll make you feel good,” he whispered. She looked down at the connection between them, slowly grinding her hips down onto his knee, a strained gasp escaping her. “That's a good girl. Keep going, grind your pretty little pussy down on my knee,” he ordered. She whined obeying his words, hand pressed into his arm grinding herself down on him. Every 3 movements, he would flex his thigh, which would push into her clit causing a louder moan to escape her lips.
She looked up at him, lips parted, hands moving forward grasping at his waist pulling him closer. Pitched whines escaping her, while he watched her with a hazy gaze. She leaned up, nose pressing to his, heated breaths escaping her, and falling onto his own. Finally, she pushed forward, glossed lips molding with his, but he didn't kiss back. No instead he grabbed her throat pushing her back, a confused look forming in her eyes. "Aemond.." she moaned in disappointment. Pushing forward once more, only for him to lift his chin stopping her from kissing him.
Once he realized her want for control, his wanting lust slowly disappeared. He saw a look that matched Daemon's gaze of control, the eyes of a true Targaryen wishing for power. Those innocent eyes disappeared the further she got into pleasure. "Aemond.." she whispered. He moved away, pushing her back against the armrest, her hand catching herself so she wouldn't stumble. "Aemond." She repeated. But he just let out a deep hum, turning, and walking away no longer interested. He opened her door and walked out, listening as it shut behind him. She looked down in confusion, letting her dress fall back into place, teeth cutting into her lower lip. Her guard re-entered her room, head turning towards him quickly standing up straight and straightening herself. "Are you alright princess?" he softly questioned. "Yes.. Yes I'm alright." she stumbled.
She looked at him closely, standing straight and tall with confidence. His armor was black as night itself, his brown hair was pushed back leaving a few strands to frame his face. His eyes were the colors of emeralds, reminding her of her own dragon's eyes. His jaw was nearly sharp enough to cut paper, body lean but muscular even more noticeable beneath the armor. He had two swords by his side, one black with silver linings and a crown embroidered to the cover. The other golden laced with the same gems gems that sat on her neck, pronouncing him as her personal guard, her knight in shining black armor.
She didn't know what came over her, possibly it was hazy arousal Aemond had left her in that gave her a large amount of confidence to tease her guard. She grabbed the helmet from his hand, quickly stepping back and hiding it behind her back. He looked confused, eyeing her closely slowly stepping forward to take it back, but she stepped back once more. "You must earn it." she whispered. "How would you like me to do that princess?" he questioned. His deep voice sent chills down her spine, goosebumps gathering beneath her dress. "Touch me." she whispered. She could see him tense, then take in a deep breath and release it, replaying her words in his head. He walked forward, a large veined hand moving to sit against her left arm, slowly moving down to sit against her waist. Her eyes never moved from his, the helmet falling from her hand clashing with the stone flooring. "Please.." she whispered. The desperation in her sweetened tone made him give in. Leaning down, their lips mere inches from one anothers, breaths fading into one. Slowly she moved forward, placing her soft lips against his, muscled arm wrapping around her waist pulling her closer to him.
Her arms moved up, wrapping around his neck pulling him closer to her smaller frame. His hand slowly began to undo the dress atoning her figure, pulling the strings of the corset loose then carefully pulling the dress down her arms. His lips pressed to her cheek, her jaw, her throat, her neck, her shoulders, then right above her breasts. Every inch of skin he uncovered, he worshiped, kissing, licking, biting, but never once leaving any marks. Soon he was on his knees, his emerald faze lifting to her loving brown Hughes. "Grey.." she whispered. A deep hum escaped him, carefully lifting one of her legs resting it over his shoulder placing kisses along the inside of her thigh. Her head fell back against the wall, his kisses getting higher and higher, until finally they reached her cunt.
Pulling her panties aside, he dove in like she was his last meal. His lips wrapped around her sensitive mound, sucking at it causing moans to escape her glossy lips. Her back arched, fingers pulling him in further. Grey's tongue probed at her tigh hole, fucking into her, thumb pressing to her clit pushing and rubbing it in circles. Slick dripped from her cunt, moving down her thighs. The fingers in his hair tightened, pulling him closer, pleading for more as the knot in her stomach grew and grew, pleading for it to let loose. He licks and sucks got quicker, harder, feasting on her, tasting the sweetened dessert that sat between her legs. Then it burst, her back arched head falling back into stone, a loud pitched moan escaping her lips. Slick poured from her cunt, to which he drank in seconds. Her thighs shook against him as he licked and cleaned her, drinking every drop, not once letting it go to waste. As he lowered her leg she stumbled forward, making him catch her slowly standing and lifting her up. "Do you feel better princess?" he softly questioned. "Yes.. I thank you Grey.." she whispered. He laid her down gently, kissing her forehead in a loving manner.
He walked over grabbing a towel, wetting it then returning carefully cleaning her up. She watched him with a soft smile, the aftercare comforting her sensitive body. After he finished with that he placed another kiss on her forehead, pulling the fur blankets up and covering her, allowing her to slip into her dreams.
He left the room quietly but the sight of Rhaenyra made him freeze in worry. Her lilac gaze sat on him, then smiled softly knowing exactly what happened. "Do not fret, I was the same way." she softly spoke. He let out a sigh of relief, head lowering slightly. "I didn't take her maiden your grace." he whispered. "I know." Rhaenyra softly replied. "Don't let Aemond enter her chambers alone. The same with Aegon. The only males that should be alone with her are you, her brothers, or Daemon. I don't trust the others in this castle." Rhaenyra ordered. "Yes, your grace." Grey replied. Rhaenyra bowed her head, then continued her way towards her father's room.
Amelia walked through the gardens the next morning with Luke and Grey, awaiting Daemon to retrieve her for the petitions. Usually she'd take Cannibal out, but her mother thought it to be a bad time due to the early morning duties. "The flames will burst due to the lack of control.." she whispered while holding a rose. Luke looked up at her in confusion to her words. He's heard Daemon calling her visions a gift but a nightmare. She had Helaena where both dragon dreamers as Daemon called them, Helaena's being more invasive than Amelia's.
Amelia turned, seeing her mother's red dress in the corner of her eye. "It's time, you two." She softly spoke. Amelia lowered the rose slowly releasing it to lay on the grass, making her way to follow her mother to the throne room. Grey walking directly behind, hand clasped over the golden laced sword. Her heels clicked aling with her mother's along the stone floor, Daemon gently taking his step daughter's hand placing her in front of him, Luke standing beside her along with Jace on the other side. Grey stood beside Daemon, green eyes pouring into Aemond's one eye. The older males gaze darkened, making the Targaryen boy look away in annoyance.
Her head turned to stand front, seeing Otto sitting on the throne made her physically uncomfortable, her family seeming to share the same thoughts. She could feel Veamond's hardened gaze on her, but she never once gave him the satisfaction of her looking at him. Her dress was black with red lace, dragon scale detail was present along her shoulder and down her back. The necklace she was wearing was the same necklace Daemon had given her mother when she was younger, along with a silver dragon scaled collar that wrapped around the back of her neck, the tail springing in all sorts of directions.
"Though it is the great hope of this court that lord Corlys Verlaryon survive his wounds,we gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As Hand, I speak with the King's voice on this and all other matters. The crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Veamond of house Verlaryon." Otto spoke down on them. She could see Daemon's look of annoyance and the way he eyed her and Rhaenyra.
Vaemond looked at her, then stepped forward with his hand clasping in front of him. "My queen. My lord Hand. The history of our noble houses extends beyond the Seven Kingdoms to the days of old Valyra. For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Verlaryon has ruled the seas. When the doom fell on Valyrian, our houses became the last of their kind. Our forebearers came to this new land, knowing that were they to fail, it would mean the end to their bloodlines and their name. I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my brother's seat. I am Lord Corlys' closest kin, his own blood. The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins." Vaemond spoke at the beginning of his petition.
"As it does in my son's and daughters, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon." Rhaenys defended. "If you cared so much about your house's blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and for your own ambition." Rhaenyra insulted but informed. Amelia's hand wrapped around her mother's wrist, Alicent speaking up with her smart tone, making the blacks send her a sharpened glare. "You will have a chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra. Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard."
Vaemond turned away from the queen and looked at the blacks with a smirk. Rheanrya looked away, but Amelia lifted her gaze holding him. Her gaze was dark, eyes almost black, making his gaze shift in the slightest. His gaze then moved back towards Rhaenyra regaining his smirk. "What do you know of Velaryon blood, princess?" he questioned. "I could cut my veins and show it to you, and you still wouldn't recognize it. This is about the future and survival of my house, not yours." he smoothly spoke. Rhaenyra kept her face ahead, head nodding holding in any remarks or harsh emotions ready to spill out. Vaemond looked back down at Amelia, then turned away annoyed when he didn't get a shocked look like he got from her brothers, instead turning back to the queen and the hand. "My queen, my Lord Hand. This is a matter of blood, not ambition. I place the continuation of the survival of my house and my line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brother's successor. The Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the tides." he spoke.
"Without Lord Corlys' here I doubt you have the right to consider yourself successor, when he has already named an heir." Amelia spoke up. "Without proper notice from your king, the Lord of Driftmark and the tides here you can ot call yourself successor, Lord Vaemond." she snapped. There wasn't time for naivety or innocence, she placed her mindset in the view of a queen, the heir of Driftmark. Daemon looked away smiling with pride, Rhaenyra looking at her with a look of pure shock, while Luke and Jace smirked. "You cannot call yourself Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the tides, Lord Vaemond. You are of kin, a second son, and you should know your place." she coldly added. "As should you princess." Alicent spoke up. Just as the princess was about to add a snarky comment towards the queen, the doors opened, the king presenting himself with two guards by his side. Vaemond couldn't snap at the girl like he wanted, especially when the king entered the throne room.
The knights introduced him, as he walked down the isle. The princess turned her gaze back towards her mother who smiled softly, touching her shoulder. "He's here to defend you my dear girl." Rhaenyra whispered. The princess turned her head, bowing to the king who looked at her, pride could be seen in his eyes. He then walked forward, head turning up to Otto Hightower. "I will sit on the throne today," he whispered. "Your grace." Otto muttered, bowing his head. Viserys began walking the steps, showing obvious struggle leaning forward, the crown falling from his head. She moved past her family, walking directly towards her grandsire, walking up the few steps kneeling and lifting the crown from the floor. "Here grandsire, let me help you." she softly spoke. He looked at her, nodding allowing her to help him up the rest of the steps, carefully sitting him. She leaned forward placing the crown on his head, bowing her head. "Thank you my dear child.." he whispered. "Of course my king." she whispered. Turning she walked back down the steps, taking her place beside Daemon and Grey once more. "Thank you." Rhaenyra whispered.
"I must admit my confusion." the king began. "I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession. The only one present who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys' wishes, is the princess Rhaenys." the king spoke. "Indeed your grace." Rhaenys replied. "It was every husband's will that Driftmark passed through Ser Leanor to his trueborn daughter Amelia Verlaryon. His mind never changed. Nor did I support him. As a matter of fact Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her children Amelia, Jace, and Luke to Lord Corlys grandson and granddaughter; Jaehaerys, Baela, and Rhaena. A proposal to which I heartily agree." Rhaenys informed.
The three children turned their heads towards the three Valeryon children, each smiling innocently at one another turning and looking away. "Well… The matter is settled. Again. I hereby reaffirm Princess Amelia of House Velaryon as Heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood throne, and the next lady of the tides." the king spoke. Amelia nodding, along with Rhaenyra each keeping their eyes forward on the king.
"You break law and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir. Yes you dare tell me who deserves to inherit the name Verlaryon. No. I will not allow it." Vaemond spat towards the king. "Allow it? Do not forget yourself, Vaemond." the king muttered. Vaemond glared at the king, then turned and pointed at the princess, to which Daemon shifted, grabbing her shoulder. "That is no true Verlaryon, and certainly no niece of mine." Vaemond growled. Amelia swallowed watching him, her mother ordering her to go to her chambers while remarking to Vaemond. "Amelia is my true-born granddaughter. And you are no more than the second son of Driftmark." the king spoke down on him. "You.. May run your house as you see fit, but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the doom, and a thousand tribulations besides. And god's be damned… I will not see it ended on the account of this.." he muttered staring directly at Amelia. Grey pulled her back seeing the way Daemon was shifting Dark Sister. "Say it.." the prince whispered. "Her children.. are BASTARDS!" he yelled. Amelia and her brothers flinched, Rhaenyra quickly covering her children glaring at Vaemond. "And she is a whore… And her daughter will follow in her footsteps." he whispered.
Amelia's heartbeat sped up quickly at the mention of her being a whore, head turning away in shame feeling like the Lord in front of her knew of her doings. The king stood pulling the kings dagger from his side. "I will have your tongue for that.." he muttered. But Daemon got Vaemond first, Dark Sister cut through Vaemond's skull like it was butter. The sounds of gasps and yells escaped the crowds, the sounds of Vaemond's body slapping to the floor, blood spilling on the stone staining it red. Amelia looked, lips parting, quickly turning away eyes wide in fear. Grey's arm wrapped around her, stopping her from looking at the horrid scene. "He can keep his tongue." Daemon spoke down at the body. "Unarm him!" Otto ordered. Guards moved forward to do so, Daemon lifting Dark Sister, cleaning it muttering a 'no need' and rejoining his family.
Grey held the princess' head, Rhaenyra ordering him to get her out of here. To which he immediately obeyed, leading her away, turning her so she wouldn't see the body. Whispers escaped her in a panic, hands shaking as they sat against her ears. The greens watched the princess be removed, Alicent holding her stomach feeling ill with the scene in front of her.
Amelia was led far from the throne room, and taken to the gardens so she could get some fresh air. Grey kneeled in front of her, watching as she whispered to herself, breathing heavily. "Hey little one.. I need you to look at me okay, just me, just hear my voice." he softly spoke. She looked down at him, shaking in fear. "Deep breath in.. Good girl, now slowly let it out.. good. Keep doing that okay, with me." he softly spoke. She obeyed following his breaths with her own, hands lowering to her sides. "Good, good," he whispered. He slowly stood to his full height brushing a few dark strands of hair back. "The green will take and take til the black submit." she whispered. He wanted to question her words, but he knew she wouldn't have an answer so he held back.
Grey lifted his gaze from her lowered one seeing the one-eyed prince standing in the doorway. The princess didn't look up, still doing the breathing exercise, despite the small whispers of visions escaping her lips. "My prince." Grey spoke up. His soft tone was gone when he addressed the man. Aemond moved towards his niece, taking her chin in his hand and lifting her gaze. "Quite the panic niece, are you okay?" he questioned. She nodded slowly looking up at him, memories of him leaving her in desperation coming back. "Answer properly." he ordered. She took in a heavy breath, the exercising disappearing in seconds. "Yes.." she whispered. Her voice was shaky, hand reaching out for her guard, but Aemond caught lifting it to his lips. "I must congratulate you on your betrothal dear niece." he rasped. He released her hand smirking at the panic he put her in, turning and walking away forcing Grey to go right back to addressing her regained panic.
Before dinner had started or even announced, Aemond had his niece pinned to the stone walls of the red keeps halls. Her back to him, his hand hidden beneath her dress, fingers thrusting in and out of her. "You're enjoying this aren't you? You tell me to stop yet you drip over my fingers.." he whispered hotly in her ear. He had placed her right back into a panicked state, using it as an advantage to manhandle her into the position he wanted.
She had been on her way to get her brothers for dinner, when Aemond had stopped her with a dagger twirling in his hand. He got her against the wall, the blade pointed at the middle of her throat, chest rising and falling at a quick pace pleading for him to leave her be. "Beg more niece." he had whispered. He pressed the blade to her throat ordering for her to turn and lift her skirt, to which she had obeyed despite her pleas for him not to do this out in the open.
"Aemond.." she whimpered. Soon her head fell back giving into his handlings, the blade no longer an issue as it pressed into her skin. She could yell out, and Grey would be by her side in seconds, ripping the prince from her and beheading him; but she didn't, she just whined and moaned into his neck. Her hand moved up grasping at his wrist, not pulling or moving it away, but merely holding onto it. Her Targaryen blood showed the want for any ounce of control she could gain from the moment. Her arm soon raised wrapping around his neck pulling him down closer to her. She pulled his hand from her throat that held the dagger, his fingers moving out of her. Just as he was about to walk away she grabbed him, pulling him back by the leather tunic, her back now pressed into the wall. "Why run away?" she whispered. He looked down at, putting the dagger back into its sheath staring down at her. "Don't tell me you're scared of me uncle." she whispered. "Do I look scared?" he questioned. "Yes." she slowly answered. "You ran away last night, leaving me to handle myself." She lied. "That's quite rude." she whispered. "Kiss me." She whispered. "Make me." he rasped. "If I must, I will." she replied.
She leaned closer, pulling him down to her, lips fanning over his slowly pressing forward. Their lips molded together perfectly, his arm wrapping around her waist. He allowed her to turn him so his back was to the wall, her heeled boots allowed her to meet his height in the slightest. He pulled her into him, pressing her body closer to his, but no matter what it wasn't good enough. He wasn't close enough, their bodies weren't pressed together enough. They needed more, their hands exploring one another in ways the gods would turn their heads to disappointment. She moved away whispering his name, to which he hummed deeply. He leaned down once more kissing her once again, this time his tongue pushed past her lips and inside of the tavern of her own. A soft moan escaped her, tongue pressing into, tasting one another, slowly becoming addicted to the tastes.
Moving away once more gasping for air, tongue sneaking out tasting him on her. Her brown eyes were blown with lust, body flushed and overheated, her dress now becoming a very heavy layer of clothing. His eye searched for her own, taking in every emotion soaring through them. He could see the innocence flooding her eyes, but the want for control was also there. They both wanted control in their own ways, which is why he left her last eve. She wanted him just as he wanted her, but she wished for control, something he only wanted. He wanted full control over her, which is why he put her into a panic in the first place. But even that didn't last long, the lust and wanting pouring through her body took over.
"Aemond.." she whispered. Their lips molding together once more, each fighting for dominance. Dinner was no longer an option, the two already far too gone in each other's want and pleasure. They barely made it back to their chambers, finding themselves inside of the throne room instead. High-pitched moans and deep groans filled the hall, skin slapping skin echoed off of the walls. Taking her maidenhood marked her as his, their families would have no other options but to marry her to him.
'The green will take and take til the black submit.'
