[ warnings: kissing and fluff, just weird teenagers ]
[ description: After the events of her childhood, despite her best efforts, her neighbor and the younger brother of her friend Helaena, Aemond, does not want to know her. This state lasts until a house party organized by his older brother, Aegon, during which an incident occurs that will change their relationship forever. Slow burn, angst, toxic ex-Alys, rough Aemond. This is several anon requests combined into one fic. ]
WARNING: The main plot between the characters takes place in high school.Yes, in high school. The belief that teenagers wait with an intimacy when they are in love in high school is ridiculous to me. Aemond and the character here are the same age. Don’t ask me how old they are, in my country you are of the age of consent in your first year of high school and an adultin the last year of high school, so if it is more convenient for you, think about it that way and decide for yourself. In this story, I am not following the trail that they are magically friends right away, but how they become friends and what that even means. I’m writing this fic to give the perspective of young, lost people, not adult women who want to see exactly themselves in everything they read. If that’s all you expect, this isn’t the fic for you.
I don’t want whining about this in my comments or asks. I will delete these and block you. You have been warned.
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* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *
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She and Helaena lay side by side, watching the second and first parts of Shrek, laughing out loud, speaking their favourite dialogues from memory, however, her thoughts kept running back to what happened a few hours earlier. She clenched her eyelids at the mere mention.
They kissed.
She had no idea if that was good or bad.
Did he now think of her as easy to get?
Did he despise her now?
She had a lot of doubts swirling around in her head and for some reason she felt like crying again, even though the experience itself turned out to be incredibly pleasant for her.
It was her first kiss ever.
During the night she couldn't sleep, twisting from side to side, restless, listening to hear if perhaps he was up or walking down the corridor.
There was complete silence.
She shuddered when, a few hours later, her phone's display lit up and vibrated loudly, waking her up and blinding her; for a moment she struggled to open her eyelids and adjust to the light.
After a while she succeeded and unlocked the keypad. She saw with a pounding heart that she had received a message from him.
She swallowed loudly, feeling the rapid pounding of her heart, the cold sweat on the back of her neck.
Fuck.
She wrote him back quickly, deciding that just 'no' would sound too dry and might let him think she was angry with him.
He didn't write back for a long time and she was afraid of what he would reply, that he would write back to tell her that it all made no sense, that it was a big mistake and that he regrets that they did it.
She felt like she was about to cry and vomit from stress and fear at the same time, all she could hear and feel was the hard pounding of her heart.
She jumped down on the bed next to Helaena when a notification suddenly displayed on her phone that she had received a new message from him.
She drew in a loud breath, tightening her lips and swallowed hard.
She rose silently, slipping the duvet off her, walking slowly barefoot towards the door. She furrowed her brow as she grabbed the handle and pressed it, the door began to open with an unpleasant creak of wood.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She glanced out of the corner of her eye at Helaena, horrified, but she merely turned in bed, sleeping on.
She left without closing the door, afraid that another sound like that would surely wake her, and ran on tiptoe through the corridor towards his room. She knocked quietly feeling that her whole body was quivering in terror.
She thought he preferred to tell her what he thought of her to her face.
He opened it for her and looked around the corridor to make sure no one had seen anything, letting her in and closing the door behind him.
The only light in his room was his lamp standing on his desk, surrounding the whole space with a pleasant, warm glow.
She stood in place playing with her hands, staring at the floor, afraid to look at him.
"Did you want this? You know…what we did." He muttered wearily, his fingers rubbing against each other in a nervous gesture.
She looked at him surprised, his face stony, she had no idea what he was thinking. She swallowed loudly, not knowing what to answer, looking at him with her lips slightly parted.
"Yes." She admitted with shame, feeling herself tremble all over.
Silence.
A long one.
She felt like she was about to die.
"Me too. What now?" He asked, as if he wanted her to tell him the result of a maths equation.
She looked at him in disbelief, not believing he had said that. They both seemed extremely surprised by this discovery, by what had happened.
She licked her lower lip, which was almost burning with nervousness, having no idea what to answer.
"I... I don't know. It's probably too soon to… you know." She muttered, and he stared at her in silence, she felt that she couldn't very well convey what she was feeling, what she was realising.
Good God, she was attracted to him.
She really was, but it was too early to talk about a relationship, they barely knew each other.
What was she supposed to tell him?
"I…I just wish I could spend some time with you occasionally. Or just text you. If you feel like it too, of course." She said quickly, lowering her gaze again, feeling like she was in kindergarten when she couldn't express herself properly.
"I like the way things have developed between us over the last few weeks. I don't want to ruin it with unnecessary haste. But I don't regret what we've done." She said finally, lifting her uncertain gaze to him.
She saw him nod and swallow loudly, letting the air out of his lungs, as if he felt relieved, as if he didn't know himself what to make of it all, what to think of it, how to behave towards her now.
"Mmm."
They stood like that in silence, looking away again, not knowing if they should add anything more, she could feel the tension growing between them again, his hands clenched into fists.
"Do you want me to go back to Helaena now?" She asked uncertainly, scratching her shoulder, feeling with embarrassment how much her hands were trembling.
He looked at her and hesitated for a moment.
"…Yeah." He muttered, lowering his gaze, sliding his hands into the pockets of his black sweatpants.
She nodded, feeling an ache in her heart for some reason, knowing, however, that it was the right thing to do. She walked past him and glanced at him standing next to the door.
"Good night." She said softly, looking over her shoulder, his lips tightened.
Silence.
He looked like he wanted to say something else and she didn't know if she should leave or not.
They stood like that for a moment, she heard him swallow loudly, he wasn't looking at her.
"Do you wanna kiss again? Before… you know. Going back to normal." He grunted out in a low trembling voice with difficulty and embarrassment, as if he didn't believe those words had left his mouth.
She stared at him with her eyes wide open, feeling her heart pounding fast, heat spilling over her lower abdomen.
Oh God.
She didn't know whether she was more terrified by his request or by the way her heart squeezed with joy, a wave of heat flowing through her body.
"Y-yeah. Okay."
She muttered embarrassed at how desperate she was, how hot she was at the thought that he wanted to touch her again, that he liked it too.
She swallowed loudly as he drew his hand towards her, looking down at her with his lips slightly parted, his gaze dark and hazy. She gently grasped his fingers and approached him feeling her heart pounding hard, feeling butterflies in her stomach and a pleasant tickle between her thighs.
For a moment they just stood looking at each other, his trembling hand gently slid her hair off her shoulder behind her back. She felt a pleasant shiver at that touch, close, intimate, filled with some kind of affection.
She felt his thumb on her cheek as it dug in and ran over her soft skin, his healthy eye looking at her as if half asleep, dreamy, his warm breath enveloping her face.
He leaned over her and their foreheads touched, she parted her lips slightly in a hastened breath feeling as if they were burning with the desire for him to touch her already, to relieve her.
It seemed to her as if he had read her thoughts, his lips clung to hers in a soft, warm, calm, loud kiss. She closed her eyes and sighed, reciprocating his gesture by placing her hands on the sides of his neck, her fingers trailing along his jaw.
He groaned and kissed her deeper, suddenly clamping his hand in her hair and pulling her tighter, surprising her completely, making her sigh loudly into his mouth, throwing her hands over his shoulders, wanting to feel him as close as possible.
The tips of their noses rubbed as their lips danced and brushed against each other, sinking into each other's soft texture, spreading each other's moisture and saliva, both of them panting quietly, his pleasant, warm breath, his closeness calming her.
She knew she should pull away, that this was supposed to be just one kiss, but instead their lips found each other again and again, their hands stroking each other's hair and cheeks.
He pulled away from her for a moment, pressing his forehead against hers, not letting her go from his embrace.
"− maybe − maybe stay with me, just for a little while longer − if you want −" He whispered in a low, trembling voice, as if he was afraid of what he was saying and of her reaction, that she would laugh at him, that she would spurn him.
Hey, Cyclops, do you have a girlfriend?
She pressed her lips together at the thought that he might have thought he was repulsive for her.
She nodded her head.
"− do you want to lie down? − I - I won't do anything to you −" He muttered, adding a second sentence quickly, afraid she might misunderstand him and get scared. She felt her throat dry up and couldn't get anything out, so she nodded again.
He took her hand gently and set himself down on his bedding, laying on his side, facing her, his head on his pillow. She lay down right next to him, looking up at his face.
He put his hand on hers, stroking it with his thumb, and just looked at her, sighing heavily, as if what was happening now required a lot of effort on his part. She smiled at the thought, and he blinked.
"What?" He muttered, wrinkling his brow, embarrassed, his hand stopped in mid-motion.
"I like you." She said softly, sincerely, warmly, feeling wonderful and safe, never had anyone been close to her like this before, no one's touch gave her such pleasure.
She heard him swallow hard and lower his gaze, embarrassed, his thumb began stroking her hand again.
"I like you too." He whispered softly and looked straight into her eyes, there was something intimate, private about it.
She lifted her hand slowly and touched his cheek, running her fingers over his face as if she were treading water with them, she heard him sigh quietly and closed his eyes, drawing in air loudly.
She moaned as he leaned closer, their lips naturally clinging to each other in a hot, wet kiss, he pulled her to him, she could feel the warmth of his body, the trembling of his hands, his restless, laboured breathing.
She blinked when she felt something in his trousers pulsate hard, hitting her stomach. He drew in a loud breath and pulled away immediately, looking at her shocked.
"− I − I'm sorry − I didn't mean to −" He mumbled out embarrassed, and she looked at him surprised, not knowing what he was actually apologising to her for.
"What was that?" She asked amused, raising her eyebrows and he looked at her with parted lips, she had never seen anyone so embarrassed and horrified before in her life.
He licked his lower lip in a nervous gesture, she had a feeling he was never going to get out what he wanted to say, complete chaos in his mind.
"− I − I think I just like you a bit − too much now − you know what I mean − right? −" He asked uncertainly as if to see if she knew what he was talking about, not believing that she could have been that unaware.
She blinked and pressed her lips together, opening her eyes wide when she realised what he meant, felt her cheeks turn all red and swallowed with difficulty.
"− I − if you're uncomfortable, then go − I'm sorry, I didn't mean to − fuck, God, why −" He growled, pressing his face against his pillow, unable to look her in the eye, clearly embarrassed that he was unable to restrain his physical instincts.
She looked at him in disbelief.
He desired her.
"− no − I mean − nothing happened − I felt good about kissing − I know you won't hurt me − it's okay, really −" She mumbled out sincerely believing her words.
He pressed his lips together, looking at her as if in pain, and sighed heavily, lowering his head back down, pressing it to her forehead, stroking her cheek and hair.
They lay like that without saying a word, just looking at each other, breathing quietly, she felt her eyelids growing heavier as she drifted off into sleep, her fingers trailing over the exposed wrist of his other hand.
"Sleep. I'll carry you to Helaena later." He whispered softly, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers, and she hummed quietly under her breath and closed her eyes, concentrating only on the pleasant touch of his warm hand, his thumb stroking her skin.
She felt safe.
She shuddered, not knowing where she was or what was happening when she felt someone lift her, darkness all around her.
She squealed quietly and he hushed her, stroking her back, grabbing her under her hips, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist and throw her arms around his neck.
"− shush, Foxy −" He whispered, opening his door quietly, walking slowly towards Helaena's bedroom. He stepped inside trying not to make any noise and placed her gently on the bed beside her, looking at her for a moment longer.
He just ran his thumb over her cheek before lifting himself back up and leaving, closing the door quietly behind him.
She fell asleep feeling a pleasant heat in her heart.
[ description: Aemond, on the orders of his brother, arrives in the Red Keep and notices that a new, young girl has appeared among his servants. Wanting to fill his time, he summons her to his chamber and forces her to read to him. His time to return to Harrenhal is approaching, and he is less and less willing to part with his new property. Sexual tension, angst, very dark Aemond. ]
* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *
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Ever since the war began he had felt that piece by piece he was losing parts of himself, the deepening emptiness in his heart and soul oozing with darkness. Even the knowledge that Alys would bear him his child, his bastard son didn't brought him joy or solace. He felt both contentment and disgust at the thought of his heir from an illegitimate bed.
He thought the gods were laughing at him from the heavens, mocking his hypocrisy.
After Luke's death, there was no turning back.
He returned to King's Landing reluctantly, at his brother's request. He preferred to stay in Harrenhal, pressing Alys with his body against her bed, the brutal thrusts of his hips pushing apart her hot, sticky interior, always welcoming him home.
Alys was an intelligent, witty woman, and her visions made her mysterious and disturbing in his eyes.
He was attracted to her.
There was a darkness in her as deep as his own.
His brother, however, decided that he was to attend the next meeting of the Small Council and report personally on how the battles were going, what their situation was like in the north of the kingdom.
Therefore, he arrived on Vhagar late at night and informed his servants that he wanted to take a bath.
His order meant that his other servants who were already asleep had to clothe themselves in haste and rush to him, filling his tub with hot water.
He watched their movements with a blank stare, his pupil narrowed like a cat's when he saw some new young girl, clearly just being apprenticed to her job, her gaze drowsy, struggling to listen to what the other, older woman was saying to her as the other two ran around them.
In her haste, she had forgotten to put on her white coif, her hair pinned around her head in a tight braid, short strands of her hair framing her soft, flushed face.
She did not look at him once.
He saw her the next morning too, this time already dressed appropriately, she was helping other girl to place the dishes prepared for him on silver platters.
She was completely focused on her task and paid no attention to him, so he had no fear of being caught closely observing her long eyelashes and eyebrows, her flushed cheeks and her full, fleshy lips, her pleasantly rounded chin and her softly shaped nose.
She smiled a lot even though her companion was terrified, as if she did not understand well who sat before her.
It seemed to him that she lived in a world of her own, detached from his worries.
He waited like a predator for an opportunity when she would come to him alone and it happened two evenings later.
He commanded some books to be brought to him from the library that he wanted to return to and read again. He sat in front of his fireplace in his richly decorated wooden chair and glanced out of the corner of his eye towards the door when he heard it open, his new servant holding three thick volumes in her hands walked up to the table next to him, placing them there in complete silence, then bowed, wanting to leave.
"My Prince." She said softly, warmly, lightly, and turned away immediately, he heard his low voice echoing in the silence of his chamber.
"You should ask if I need anything else." He said coldly and matter-of-factly, his pointing finger tapping rhythmically against his armrest. He sat with his legs crossed, sprawled comfortably in his seat, looking at her expectantly.
She stopped in mid-step and then looked at his face for the first time. He saw terror in her gaze, but not caused by him or his appearance, but by what he had said, by the fact that she had committed a discourtesy, that she had done her job badly and her superior or he could punish her for it.
She swallowed loudly, turning to face him, folding her hands in front of her in a gesture of humility, lowering her gaze to the stone floor in front of her.
"Forgive me, my Prince. I am just learning. Is there anything else you need?" She asked softly, she was breathing nervously, her breasts hidden beneath the thin material of her top gown rising and falling quickly, her lips clenched into a thin line.
He liked how humble and submissive she was, how much she wanted him to be pleased with her. He hummed under his breath, lifting his chin higher, curious.
He thought he would have a little fun at her expense for his own entertainment.
"Can you read?" He asked in a low, deep, slightly hoarse voice. He saw that she gave him a quick, surprised glance, but then lowered her eyes again, apparently reminding herself that she was not supposed to do that.
"Yes, my Prince."
"Mmm. Who taught you that?"
"My father."
"The same one who sold you here?"
He saw her brow furrow in pain, her body flinch, her eyes big, she began to breathe through her mouth.
"Yes."
"Mmm."
There was silence between them. He stared at her, rubbing the fingers of his hand against each other, and an idea occurred to him.
He liked her voice, soft, girlish, warm, calm, light. She was very young, younger than he was. He squinted his eyelids at the thought that she appeared to him to be the complete opposite of Alys.
"I want you to read me the fourth chapter of the Great History of the North. Take the book and sit on the floor next to me." He commanded, and she looked at him in shock, then lowered her gaze thoughtfully, her face red with stress.
They both knew it was indecent, that she shouldn't stay so long in his chamber if she didn't want to arouse suspicion about the nature of their relationship, however, he didn't give a fuck.
He tapped his finger loudly on his armrest, impatient that she had hesitated so long.
"I'm waiting. Do you want to annoy me?" He asked coolly, and she shook her head quickly, clearly horrified by this vision, and walked on her trembling legs to his table, the scent of grey soap and some other scent, her own, coming to his nostrils.
Alys always smelled of oils, lavender and cloves.
She picked up the right book and, with an uncertain slow step, sat down by the fire opposite him, sitting on her knees, opening the book on her thighs, her hands trembling as she flipped page after page looking for the chapter he had mentioned.
"Pull off your coif." He commanded and she gave him a frightened, pleading look, only now did he see how large her eyes were, surrounded by a veil of her long lashes. He thought they added to her charm and innocence.
"My superior said I must not…"
"Pull it off."
She lowered her head obediently, swallowing loudly, breathing heavily through her nose, her trembling hands raised uncertainly, pulling the white cloth off her head.
Her dark hair was tangled in a braid wrapping around her head in the same way it had been before, unruly short strands at the sides of her face.
She didn't dare look at him, all red, her eyebrows arched in horror and helplessness, she was obviously afraid he would do something more to her, she must surely have heard stories of what his brother did to his servants.
"Read." He ordered, and she nodded, going back to finding the right page. When she found it she grunted loudly, licking her lower lip dry with stress as she tried to calm her breathing.
"It is well known that Winterfell was built not as a re...representative castle but as a fortress, s-so the construction of its walls is several layers, that is, consisting of three hoops, the last of them the thickest, composed of stones. The windows in it are not large, giving the enemy no chance to assault with their help or to be the target of cross...crossbow...crossbowmen. For this reason there is only one gate leading into the fortress, protected by several layers of thick oak wood, reinforced with iron fittings, impossible to be destroyed by infantry or armed army."
He closed his eye, spreading himself out comfortably, feeling that somehow her warm, soft voice soothed him, the strong pounding of his heart began to slow down. He listened to her, analysing what she was reading and at the same time falling asleep, the fire burning in the fireplace enveloping him making him feel safe, his muscles slowly beginning to relax.
She had read to him every day since that evening, at his request.
He would always call on her after the meeting was over, pouring himself some wine, and she would take the book from the table beside him without a word, sitting down in the same place as always. Always before she got down to reading she would pull off her coif and place it beside her feet, no longer even waiting for his order.
Subconsciously, she knew that he derived some kind of pleasure from this essentially innocent negligee of her body.
It seemed to him that after he had let her go on the first evening without touching her or taking her by force she was no longer afraid of him, he even had the impression that the fact that she could read gave her pleasure since she had no time for it on a daily basis through her duties.
He didn't care who she was, what was her story.
He just wanted to get through time somehow before he returned to Harrenhal.
However, one evening as he sat, waiting for her, drinking wine thoughtfully, a completely different girl appeared in his chamber. He furrowed his brow, furious.
"I do not recall summoning you." He growled harshly, the girl lowered her gaze, ashamed and humiliated.
"It is the queen's order, my prince, I −"
"− bring her here. Immediately."
After several minutes she stood again in his chamber. However, she did not approach him but looked towards him, trembling all over.
"My Prince, please, I cannot −"
"Come here."
"I can't, my Prince."
"Come here, I said."
"I can't, my Prince, the Queen specifically ordered me to −" She paused and jumped in place, horrified when he pulled up suddenly, his eye wide open, within a moment he was in front of her, towering over her, and she lowered her gaze, terrified.
"I fucking hate to repeat myself. Do you understand?" He hissed, her breasts rising and falling in rapid, uneven breathing, tears of helplessness in her eyes, she was shaking all over playing with the fingers of her hands in a nervous gesture.
"I beg you, my Prince, have mercy." She mumbled, falling to her knees before him, humbly lowering her head, on the verge of sobbing.
"Get up." He said coolly, and she cried out loudly, burying her face in his hands. He pressed his lips together, looking down at her, her small, helpless figure curled in fear.
"Get up. You are mine. I decide your fate. Stop crying." He commanded, and she drew in a deep breath through her mouth, looking up at him with those big, terrified eyes, seeking reassurance that he would protect her, that he would not let her get hurt.
She sniffed loudly with her nose, wiping her cheeks red from crying, her face all swollen from tears, almost resembling the intense colour of her top dress, she rose with difficulty, not looking at him, standing in front of him as if waiting for a verdict, staring at his chest.
"Mmm."
He turned away, returning to his seat, taking a sip of wine, gazing into the fire. She moved behind him, repeating their ritual, sitting down by his feet, closer than usual, pulling her coif off her head, opening the book.
The next day he made it clear to his mother that she was not to interfere in the affairs of his servants ever again.
His own mother was afraid of him.
She who had always seen him as her greatest support could not look him in the eye.
He felt nothing at that thought.
The time for his return to Harrenhal was slowly approaching. When she came to him again he took a deep sip of wine before surprising her with his words spoken in a calm, deep tone.
"Get ready to travel. Tomorrow you leave with me for Harrenhal."
She looked at him in shock and swallowed loudly, shaking her head. He threw her one cool, menacing look and she curled into herself, looking at him again with those big, shining eyes.
She was so innocent.
"Lady Rivers will murder me. Please." She mumbled pleadingly. He grinned under his breath and snorted involuntarily, she flinched all over and blushed as his hand went to her head and combed her hair as if he were stroking the fur of his beloved pet.
"Do not be afraid. I won't allow it."
As he flew on Vhagar, she travelled in one of the carts, like the rest of his possessions.
She was his property.
Alys greeted him with reserve, her abdomen on which she held her hand firmly rounded. He stroked it with a gesture he might call affectionate, thinking of the fact that inside her was his child.
His bastard offspring.
He saw her gaze fixed on the girl who stood far behind him, looking down at her legs.
"You let her into your heart." She said to him regretfully when they were alone in her chamber, standing over him by his chair, his hand wandering involuntarily over her pregnant stomach. He hummed at her words, amused that she was jealous, but did not reply.
He didn't need to explain himself to her.
She instead let him between her thighs, moaning and panting along with him, hurting him with her nails driven deep into his skin, between his brutal thrusts hissing that she hated him only to sob a moment later that she loved him. He came inside her hard, clenching his eyes, feeling relieved.
He stayed with her for the night, but in the morning he returned to his chamber and summoned his servant, announcing that he wished to take a bath.
She entered his chamber ashamed, surely having heard the sounds Alys was making during the night as he fucked her. She couldn't look him in the face.
He wondered if she imagined herself in her place and felt his cock throb hard in his trousers at the thought.
Would she be very tight if he took her now? Would she stifle her sweet moans if his length with each thrust of his hips would stretch her fleshy insides and fill her with his seed?
She oversaw the other servants who poured water into his tub, and then personally poured the oils he used into it.
They were left alone.
She pretended not to see or hear him as he began to slowly undress. Usually he made the servants leave before he removed his trousers, valuing his privacy and intimacy, but not this time.
She knew she couldn't leave without his permission so she stood, looking sideways, trying to pretend not to see that he was standing naked in front of her.
With a slow, unhurried walk, he stepped into the tub and sighed low, feeling the pleasant heat relaxing his muscles. He was tired after travelling for hours on Vhagar and was sore all over.
"Massage my back and shoulders." He commanded coolly, lying with his head tilted back, his eyes closed, his breathing calm.
He heard her swallow loudly, terrified that someone would catch them, knowing she shouldn't do that. He glanced at her with a look of defiance and saw in her eyes that she had given in.
She approached him from behind, with a gentle, light movement taking his hair out of her way. He murmured lowly, feeling her warm, soft fingers dig into his skin again and again, surprised at how determined she was, that she could do this properly.
Her hands were pleasant against his skin, finer than Alys, she had longer fingers. He felt her warm breath on his head, felt her watching him, felt her scent, all around them just the quiet splash of water at his every slightest movement.
He thought of how pleasant it would be to feel that small, soft hand down there, on his cock.
He was completely hard.
They both shuddered, and he felt her move away from him quickly, terrified, as the door to his chamber opened, and he didn't have to turn to feel Alys' oils filling his nose.
"You may leave." She said to his servant, and he pressed his lips together at the thought that she dared to command her in his presence.
"Stay." He said lowly, standing up from the water, extending his hand to her.
He heard her quick movement and after a moment she handed him his chemise and trousers, which he put on with an unhurried, lazy movement, not caring that the mother of his future bastard son could see how ready his cock was to fuck this pretty little girl.
"What is it?" He asked matter-of-factly, without even giving her a glance, tying his trousers, pulling his chemise into them. He saw out of the corner of his eye Alys stroking her stomach in a nervous gesture.
"I wanted to talk to you in private. About my vision." She said lowly. He glanced at his servant, at her pale, terrified face, tears in her eyes, she was trembling all over, her hands folded in front of her.
"You may go." He said low. She bowed and left with a quick step, closing the door immediately behind her.
He walked over to his chair and sat down in it, looking at her expectantly.
"Speak."
Alys looked down at him, her lips tightened, her green eyes piercing him.
His lady, his Alys, his insufficient lover, his attempt to fill a void that could not be filled.
"I saw danger coming from the east, great and powerful like a storm cloud. I saw you in the skies. I saw you being devoured by water." She said in a trembling voice. He furrowed his brows, analysing quickly what she had said.
I saw you being devoured by water.
She knelt before him, laying her head on his thigh, and he stroked her long black hair.
"Don't leave me." She whispered.
The word that Daemon wanted to face him, that he was challenging him to a duel spread throughout the fortress.
He knew he could not refuse.
He was terrified.
He feared death.
He locked himself in his chamber despite Alys' pleas to let her in.
If she hadn't told him all this, he wouldn't have been so frightened.
If she hadn't told him he was going to die, he might have had hope.
He summoned her in.
As soon as she entered, he ordered her to lock the door behind her, which she did.
She stood before him, looking at him with her eyes wide open, tears under her eyelids, her body shaking all over.
Of course she knew.
"Spend the night with me or leave. On the table lies a sack of coins that belongs to you. You are a free woman. Take as your husband someone you deem worthy of you."
He was sure she would take the money and run away, as she should.
But she stayed.
She let him undo her hair, allowed him to undress her, to brush with light, butterfly kisses her soft, hot body.
First he kissed her on the mouth, gently and tenderly, barely touching her lips, his fingers entwined in her soft curls. She only sighed and stroked his cheek, he thought that this night, the last night of his life, they would be equals, that he would take her tonight like his wife, only to make her a widow tomorrow.
Never before in his life had he been so affectionate to anyone, his hands had never touched anyone with such reverence, never had he cared so much to do it slowly.
"Shhh." He hushed her as his mouth clamped down on her hard, swollen nipple, sucking and licking it. She squirmed beneath him and moaned sweetly, finding the courage to stroke his hair, his bare shoulders and back, driving him mad.
He sank his face between her thighs, forcing his tongue again and again between her folds, at this point she didn't care if anyone heard her, her sobs loud, helpless and full of pleasure, his nose and thumb with painfully slow, circular motions teasing her pearl, dragging out her fulfilment.
"− easy now − just a little more −" He hummed between the sticky, loud clicks of his tongue, her tiny fingers clenched in his hair, her thighs spread before him, locked in his hands hot with exertion.
"− please − please −" She mewled helplessly, her gaze clouded, her mouth wide open.
He pulled away from her, jerking his length already dripping with his precum of with a few light strokes, guiding his tip to her hot entrance, sticky and wet from her moisture.
She was painfully tight.
He felt like he was tearing her apart from the inside.
She was almost screaming as he thrust inside her, he was panting along with her, saying "just a little more"; "he's almost in"; "shhh, sweet girl".
They kissed tenderly as he with sure, deep, steady thrusts of his hips claimed her virginity, as he stretched with his swollen cock her tight muscles throbbing in pleasure, her blood and their shared juices running down his thighs and her buttocks, slapping loudly against each other.
"− gods, help me −" She mumbled beneath him, crying in terror and pleasure at the same time, not knowing what was happening to her body, all welted and sweaty, beautiful, innocent, vulnerable, her hands clenched tightly on his buttocks.
He looked down at her, panting and moaning along with her, never having experienced anything like this with a woman before, their bodies seemed to him to be one, clinging to each other, her soft breasts pressed against his chest, he could feel her hard nipples rubbing against his skin with each of his thrusts.
He sped up, forcing her body to give in, to not resist him, his forehead pressed against hers, his tongue deep in her throat.
"− such a sweet girl − hm? − my pretty little servant − makes her prince feel so fucking good − such a tight, hot cunt −" He exhaled, licking her lips, feeling how, at his words, her walls began to clench against him greedily, he heard Alys voice outside his chamber, heard her pounding on the door, heard her crying, but he only chuckled, neither of them was able to stop now.
"− let her hear how good you feel with me − I'm going to cum inside you a few times this night, hm? − just in case, to make sure I've filled you properly −" He growled, and she cried out loudly at his words, distraught at how strong and delightful fulfilment shook her body, she tried to push him away, her cheeks red from exertion and tears, asking him to stop, overstimulated, he came deep inside her at the sound of her sweet, helpless voice.
"− that's it − take it − just like that, don't fight me −" He murmured feeling her body begin to relax, no more sound or crying could be heard behind the door, only silence.
He had thrust his length into her core all night, turning her into a babbling mess, he felt like he had never been more of one with anyone, that he had never been closer to what he could call peace.
He only slid out of her in the morning, watching with satisfaction as a trickle of his sticky semen flowed out of her. He panted loudly as he looked down at her, tying his trousers, her gaze directed towards him hazy and absent, yet tender and warm.
"Don't think too much about me when it's all over." He said softly, her brow arched in pain, tears of despair in her eyes.
"Run away from here as fast as you can. With me gone, no one can protect you from her wrath." He said lowly, slipping his boots on his legs and walked out, leaving her alone, informing other servants to prepare his armour for him.
Alys bid him farewell with a tender, distraught kiss full of pain, hatred and love.
In response he kissed her forehead and stroked her stomach, thinking hopefully as he turned away, walking towards Vhagar to soar through the skies on her for the last time in his life, that his little servant was already far away.
(For a misunderstanding I will say this again. I only share this post, all of the rights and copyrights belongs to the rightful owners)! I’m not here to stole anybody work.
“In place of the Dark Lord you will set up a Queen. And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night! Fair as the Sea and the Sun and the Snow upon the Mountain! Dreadful as the Storm and the Lightning! Stronger than the foundations of the earth. All shall love me and despair!”
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