Toda esta flor | Alicent Hightower x oc female Tyrell | AU
advertencia: contenido sexual explĂcito
â MamĂĄ siempre pensarĂĄ en tu felicidad ÂżLo sabes, cierto? EstĂĄ bien si no quieres asistir a la celebraciĂłn de tu nombre. Podemos divertirnos juntos aquĂ, como siempre ÂżSi?â Violeta tomĂł el rostro de su pequeño hijo, coronado en flores hasta el cabello blanco. Ăl no la miraba a los ojos, se demostraba con suma pesadez como si estuviera arrepentido de haberse trepado en los brazos de su mamĂĄ rechazando a todos los vasallos que festejaban.
â QuerĂa tener una fiesta. Hoy fue un dĂa muy especial para su Majestadâ suspirĂł el niño mientras ella le quitaba cuidadosamente las florecillas engarzadas a la tĂșnica. En eso ambos vieron entrar a la abuela Olenna, con sus exuberantes casquetes, pero no le dieron demasiada atenciĂłn.
Desde que ese niño habĂa llegado a la vida de Violeta, era toda la luz de sus ojos. Nada mĂĄs importaba. Y eso estaba bien, decĂa su hermana Maegary comprendiendo cuĂĄnto deseaba ser madre.
â Garth, hoy fue un dĂa muy especial para ti, para mi... Para todos. El Rey Viserys te ha legitimado. Eso significa que eres un Tyrell como yo, como la tĂa Maegary y el tĂo Loras, como la abuela... Y todos estamos tan felices por eso. Es lo mejor que podrĂa habernos pasado, miel mĂaâ sonreĂa Violeta acariciandole las mejillas y llevĂĄndolo luego contra su cĂĄlido pecho para abrazarlo tanto como le gustaba.
â Ya no serĂĄ una verdadera fiesta, si es en AltojardĂn su Majestad, la reina Alicent, no podrĂĄ asistirâ murmurĂł dejando a su madre con el corazĂłn en la boca y las criadas ingresaron a la habitaciĂłn que habĂa sido asignada para Violeta allĂ. Ellas se llevaron respetuosamente a Garth para darle un baño, entonces Violeta se quedĂł a solas con su abuela.
â ÂżAbuela? ÂżEstĂĄs llorando?â Violeta alzĂł las cejas, sin siquiera acercarse puesto que una distancia se pronunciaba desde su cercanĂa con la reina, Olenna no perdĂa oportunidad para hacer comentarios inoportunos.
â No, querida. Gajes de la vejez. Aunque debo reconocer que, quien hoy casi llora es el Rey Viserys.
Olenna tan solo dijo una palabra y le bastĂł para sellarle la razĂłn y el honor.
â Todos los actos de amor son eternosâ le habĂa dicho relegĂĄndola a los Ășltimos rincones de la fascinaciĂłn aturdidora.
â Violeta, he venido a darte las buenas noches para no perder la costumbre. Garth ya estĂĄ creciendo y no duerme en tu misma habitaciĂłn. He ido a saludarlo, he ido a arroparlo pero no podĂa dormirme sin saludarte a tiâ la reina apareciĂł cuando ya los cielos oscurecĂan en el egocentrismo de la luna.
HallĂł a la muchacha de la casa Tyrell aĂșn vestida con esa fina ropa blanca que habĂa lucido en la misma ceremonia, aquella misma tarde.
â Su Majestad, merece usted la liviandad del alma. Su acto el dĂa de hoy con Garth, ha irrigado el jardĂn de nuestras almasâ sonriĂł ella tomĂĄndole dulcemente las manos, y esta vez como todas las Ășltimas noches la reina la besĂł justo en esas manos. Por encima del anillo de esmeralda que le habĂa regalado esa misma mañana, en secreto y sin saberlo ambas pensaban en un casamiento imposible.
â QuerĂa besarte las manos, querĂa saber cĂłmo te sientesâ insistiĂł intencionada desde el alma, acariciĂĄndole el dorso de las manos con lunares, observĂĄndola con tanto maravillar. Violeta la mirĂł como una doncella ha de mirar a su caballero, con toda la fuerza que las historias de caballerĂa Alicent leĂa en su adolescencia.
El silencio otra vez, sus corazones prometiendo aturdirlo.
Aquello fue deseado tanto tiempo por Alicent con la misma intensidad de su culpa. Su mano pequeña acarició lentamente la cintura baja de Violeta mientras su nariz respingada le respiraba en el extenso cuello floreado en accesorios.
â Del cuerpo nace la ausencia de virtudes, el desasosiego de la sangre, el ardor de la pasiĂłnâ predicĂł seriamente como si alguna dominaciĂłn primara por sobre todos sus principios, y un diablo le dictase en la oreja tal discurso.
Violeta callada, sin resistirse a la humedad de esa boca como veces anteriores, ahora cerrĂł los ojos. La saliva de la reina prontamente nutrĂa su piel a sabiendas de todos sus poros erizados. La menor respiraciĂłn hacĂa de sus miembros la coagulaciĂłn compacta y la suave orquesta de la boca de la reina desperdigando besos a succiĂłn divina sobre su piel, bendecĂa como ninguna otra oraciĂłn en la faz de la piel de los Siete.
Sus cinturas prontamente danzaron en lentitud, productos del espejismo que exigĂa traspasar realidades mundanas. QuerĂanse fundirse prontamente y era poco el entendimiento de ambas y la cortesĂa. Nunca habĂan deseado su cintura en otra como aquella vez. JamĂĄs.
'Honey, Are You Coming?' (Baby Said, Part 2) â Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader
divider is from @plutism
a/n: hello! i'm soooo so sorry for taking too long in doing the second part of baby said, college and work are driving me insane and i barely have time to write. i really hope you like this
Summary: After that mindblowing night after the bar, you find yourself waiting for Aemond's call, growing slightly disappointed.
Words: 4691
Warnings: +18 (minors dni), female reader, no use y/n nor specific physical description, swearing, dirty talk, hand kink, praising, tiddy sucking, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slightly dominant aemond, riding, no proof reading! english is not my first language, i apologise in advance if there are any mistakes.
Itâs been five days and you havenât heard anything from Aemond. Not a call, not even a text message. Nothing. You started to feel a little bit anxious and somewhat offended. Perhaps he didnât like you that much, or worse, he had a girlfriend and still had sex with you. You shake your head, trying to get rid of those thoughts, focusing on the task at hand.
A year before your graduation, you got a job in a small publishing house, working as an editor. You didnât earn a fortune, but it was more than enough to make ends meet and pay rent. Still, you were trying to find a job in a bigger place, freelancing didnât appeal to you and you were actually looking for a new flat, closer to the capital, which meant higher prices.
âFor fuckâs sake,â you hear Arianne curse next to you, making you startle. With a frown, you lift your head to look at her. âYou have been eyeing your phone for the last fifteen minutes, itâs quite annoying,â she says, half serious, half joking. The brunette tilts her head and places a hand on her hip. âHe hasnât called you yet, has he?â
You shake your head, pursing your lips. âI donât know why it affects me so much⊠it was just a one night standâ you explain, running a hand through your hair and sighing.
âPerhaps heâs busyâŠâ your friend tries to reason with you, seeing how defeated you looked. She gets on her knees and grabs your hands. âHey, I donât want you to feel like rubbish, you shouldnât feel like this, even if he was a mindblowing fuck.â She says, quoting the words you said when you told her about that night, giving her all the nasty details over a cup of wine during dinner. âHave you checked his socials?â She asks, to which you nod.
âYep. Private account on Instagram, no Twitter. Didnât even bother to check Facebook, no one uses it nowadaysâ you move your hand in the air. âAnd before you ask, no, I didnât ask a following request.â
âWhatâs stopping you?â She asks with a frown and clicks her tongue in annoyance when you shrug. âI swear to GodâŠâ she mutters under her breath before plopping down on her chair, opening an incognito tab in her browser, as if what she was doing was illegal.
You frown and move your chair next to hers. âWhat are you doing?â You watch as she types his name on the search bar. You read the first few results with narrowed eyes. They scan the many search results populating the screen, but they focus on one particular title. Meet the Targaryens: The Powerhouse Family Behind âValyrian Pressâ
Oh God. âClick that oneâŠâ you point at the title and Arianne immediately clicks. The webpage loads quickly and a big picture pops up on the screen. Your eyes fall to Aemondâs figure in the family picture. He was looking into the camera, a serious expression on his face, his hands into the pockets of his black suit. He wore all black.
Arianne turns to look at you. âYou didnât tell me this snack was the son of Viserys TargaryenâŠâ
âI didnât know!â You whisper-shout, shrugging. âI had no idea he was the son of Viserys Targaryen, though the surname did ring a bell.â Just when she opens her mouth to speak, you interrupt her, lifting your index finger in the air. âHey, it wasnât a date, it was a fuck, okay? We didnât just sit down to talk about our familiesâ you explain, defending yourself. She lifts her hands in surrender.
âDidnât say anything at all.â Your friend turns again and skims the article. âWell, my dear friend, you had sex with a single billionaire, son of the owner of one of the most important publishing houses in the country. If you donât send that Instagram request, I will do it.â Just when she finishes saying that, your phone vibrates. Your head jerks and you extend your hand to grab it, your eyes widening when you see the notification. Arianne frowns. âIs it him?â
You nod, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. Arianne gasps and chuckles as you open the text message.
Hi. I apologise for not writing sooner. May I call you?
You fight the urge of jumping up and down and screaming of happiness, and instead you take a deep breath to calm down the butterflies in your stomach and type an answer, your hands shaking in excitement.
Hi there :) Sure, you can call me.
Just a minute after you sent that message, your phone vibrates once more, and you take the call, eager to listen to his voice. âHi?â
âHello, gorgeous.â Gorgeous. You hear him hiss. âIâm so, so sorry for not calling you back. I have been quite busy these days, travelling and accompanying my father to so many meetingsâŠâ you can picture him moving his hands around, explaining things to you. âI meant to call you right after that night, but work got in the way. I hope you accept my apologiesâŠâ
You smile against the phone. âDonât worry, Aemond. Itâs okay, I suspected you were busy,â you reply, biting your lower lip to try to stop a laugh, seeing Arianne making faces at your words and mouthing âI told youâ.
âAnyways, Iâm in the city right now⊠are you at work?â He asks after a soft sigh and you find yourself twirling a strand of your hair like a high school girl. How pathetic, you think.
âYes, but I finish my shift at 5pm. We can grab a coffee or a sandwich, if you wantâŠâ you suggest.
âOf course, darling. Give me your address, I can pick you up and we can go to Honeyholt Bakery, they sell delicious lemon cakes.â You beam, lemon cakes were your favourites, but you never told him that. You give him your jobâs address before saying goodbye and hanging up.
You plop down on your chair, a dreamy look in your face as you look at the ceiling. You feel Arianneâs gaze on you, and you look down at her. She slowly shakes her head, a smirk making its way on her face. âI sooo envy you, lucky bitchâ she jokes, making you giggle.
Knowing that you were hours away from meeting Aemond was all the motivation you needed to get down to work quickly, going over the document you had to edit before sending it to the executive editor. You finish a bit earlier than expected and grab your jacket and purse, kiss Arianneâs head and head towards the exit to wait for Aemond. You leave him a message letting him know you were ready, and not even a minute later you receive his reply. On my way ;)
Less than ten minutes later, you see a black BMW with tinted windows steering around the corner, slowing down and parking right in front of the doors of the building. The driverâs windows roll down and you see Aemond, with his hair combed back and wearing sunglasses. Fuck me.
He smiles at you and you smile back. âHello, darling.â His voice is smooth and it makes you swallow hard. He steps out of the car, not before shifting the gear level into park mode and pulling the lever so that the car stays right in place.
âHi, Aemondâ you reply, your eyes sweeping over his lean figure clad in some brown polished shoes, black trousers, black shirt and black leather jacket. A lot of black. He looks delicious. He leans in to kiss your cheek, his expensive cologne filling your nostrils.
He places a hand on your lower back and indicates you to get into his car, opening the door for you, which you thank. He closes the door and walks around his vehicle to get inside, and you take a moment to look around, noticing how clean it smells. Thereâs music playing, the electric guitars and drums echoing in the small space. When Aemond gets inside and closes the door, he turns the volume of the radio down, but the music is still audible. You can recognize the song very clearly.
Meet me there where it never closes
Meet me there, I'll give you your roses
All is fair in love, oh-oh-oh
Honey, are you coming?
He takes his glasses off and begins driving the car at a normal speed as he talks. âHow have you been, gorgeous?â
âIâve been great⊠I have a lot more work now, but itâs so fulfilling,â you reply, your gaze falling to his hand on the steering wheel. He looks so confident as he drives, and you suddenly feel your cheeks getting hot, so you move your gaze to the window, watching the shops as you pass by.
Aemond smirks and glances at you. âIâm happy for you. The most important thing is enjoying and loving what you doâ you hum at his answer, showing your agreement. âYou work at a publishing house, right?â
âYeah, I work as an editor, have been doing it for a year nowâ he raises his brows and nods.
âSo I take it that youâre comfortable in that placeâŠâ his eyes are fixed on the road, concentrated on driving.
You purse your lips to the side, humming. âIâm actually looking for other publishing houses. Iâm thinking about moving closer to the capital, and the rent is obviously higher in those areas, so I need a better wage.â
Aemond nods, taking in your words. âWell, my father has a publishing house. Valyrian Press, you might have heard of it.â Your eyes widen in surprise âfake, of course,â at his words. âThere are some vacancies, and the pay is really good.â
âYour dad owns Valyrian Press?â He hums. âOh, thatâs why your surname rang a bellâŠâ What a big fat lie.
Aemond huffs a laugh. âYouâre telling me that you didnât google my name?â How the fuck does he know things?
âNot me, my friend did.â He chuckles. âIt never crossed my mind to google anything⊠but perhaps I did look up your social mediaâŠâ you trail off.
You. âUhm, a cappuccino and some lemon cakes would be fine.â
He winks at you and smirks. âExcellent choice. Iâll be back soonâ and with that, he exits the car. You watch him as he walks towards the bakery, biting your lip at the sight. You rest your head against the back of the seat, sighing and thinking about that man you barely know. You donât know why, but you feel so drawn to him and you want to kick yourself because youâve never felt like this for anyone. Not even your ex, for Godâs sake.
You see Aemond getting out of the shop with two cups in one hand and a small white box with a yellow bow on top on the other hand. You stretch to get the door open, making it easier for him to get into the car.
âThank you, beautifulâ he offers you a smile and you sit comfortably in your position. He hands you the coffees and sets the box in the middle of your seats before closing the door and starting the car. âWhere would you like to go?â He asks you, grabbing his cup and taking a sip from it.
âWherever you want, Aemond⊠is there any specific place you wanna go?â You ask as you look at him, your eyes momentarily drifting to his hand on the steering wheel, the other one wrapped around the cup. Fuck, how is it that his hands were enough to make you go wild, the mere though of having them roaming over your body, pushing your legs apart, grabbing your hips, squeezing your tits, choking you⊠and his fingers, God, his long fingers.
âHey!â He calls you, startling you. His glances at you once again, smirking when he sees you blinking and wide-eyed. âI asked you a questionâŠâ
You blink a few times more, frowning. âUhm, sorry⊠what?â Your voice comes out meekly as you try to gather your thoughts. He stops at the red light.
âI asked you if you wanted me to take you to your apartmentâŠâ when you donât answer, he huffs a laugh. âCat got your tongue, hm?â He murmurs in a husky voice. He places his cup on the cup holder and extends his arm, his left hand coming up to your face to cup your cheek. âYou like my hands, donât you?â Aemond looks at you, giving you a smug smile when you mutter something inaudible. âYou think I didnât notice how you were staring at my hands, love?â You swallow hard as his thumb grazes your lower lip and you take the opportunity to open your mouth slightly, the tip of your tongue licking his digit before sucking it, the sensation going straight to his cock.
You hear him curse under his breath, his chest heaving. He sees the light going from red, to yellow, to green out of the corner of his eye and, reluctantly, he pulls his thumb out of your mouth, fearing that if you did that again, he might lose control of the vehicle. Before he retreats his hand you take it and guide it inside your jeans, letting him feel you.
âFuck, youâre soakedâ he mutters as he feels your wet folds, his other hand gripping the wheel tightly, his knuckles going white. You keep him there, pressing his hand against your cunt to get some relief. âHoly shit, babygirl, waitâŠâ he retreats his fingers from your cunt and you whine. âShh, relaxâŠâ he shushes you, his fingers quickly undoing the button of your jeans and pulling down the zipper to get more space.
He hisses when he gets his hand inside your lace panties again, his middle finger trailing up your entrance, gathering some of your essence to rub your clit with his digit. âOh, fuckâ you curse, throwing your head back and closing your eyes as the pad of his finger rubs lazy circles over your bud.
âGod, love, youâre really wet⊠thinking about my hands turns you on, huh?â He taunts you, a low growl rumbling in his throat when he feels your cunt sucking his finger in. Aemond slides his finger inside you and you mewl as he starts pumping it. He continues driving, his gaze focused on the road ahead, his mind racing. âWant another finger, baby?â
âHmm⊠ngh⊠yes, Aemond- oh!â You squeak when he inserts his index finger. You grip the grab handle above the window, trying to hold onto something as his fingers continue his work. âFuck, right thereâ you moan when his fingers curl up, hitting your sweet spot with ease.
Aemond hums, curling them again and increasing the pace of his fingers. You were thankful the windows were tinted, otherwise passers-by would see what you were doing inside that car. Aemondâs grip on the steering wheel tightens as he feels your cunt tightening around his fingers, you are so close to cumming so he slows down the movements.
âN-no, Aemond, donât stop, Iâm so closeâŠâ you complain in a whine, and he groans lowly.
âBaby, Iâm so fucking hard right now and if you continue making those beautiful sounds I might cum in my pants and crash this vehicle. I need you to tell me where you wanna go, I canât focus on the road if I have you squeezing my fingers like thatâŠâ he explains, panting a little bit.
âPull over⊠drive to a parking lot, I donât knowâŠâ you plead, bucking your hips slightly. You donât know how long you can last, not when the heel of his palm is pressing against your clit, eliciting whimpers from you.
Aemond drives towards the nearest parking lot he finds, his fingers moving inside you again at a relentless pace, making you gasp. âFuck, baby, I can feel you getting closer, youâre squeezing my fingers so tightlyâŠâ He says through gritted teeth, smirking when you let out a high-pitched moan the moment his fingers reach that rough patch inside you, making you jolt. âCâmon, pretty girl. Cum all over my fingers, wanna feel youâŠâ he coaxes.
He grunts when you press your legs together as you come, head thrown back and jaw open, incoherent words and moans spilling past your lips. His fingers continue working inside you, helping you ride out your orgasm. He pulls them out, and you nearly choke as you watch him, through half-lidded eyes, how he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean and moaning at the taste.
âYou taste incredibly sweet, baby. You have no idea how much I need to put my cock inside youâ you moan in response, head spinning at his words. He enters the parking lot and rushes to find a spot, parking the car immediately. âCome to the backâ he orders, and he peeks around to check that no one sees you in the almost empty place.
Both of you get to the back of the car, almost throwing yourself at him. His lips capture yours in an intense kiss, his hand cupping your neck to pull you closer and angle your head to deepen it while the other rests on your waist. The tip of his tongue presses slightly against your lower lip and you gladly part your lips, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth. You can taste the strong coffee in his mouth.
Your hands trail down his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under your palms. Aemond growls into your mouth when one of your hands cup his evident bulge, palming him through the fabric. âHoly⊠shitâŠâ he mutters against your lips. You take the opportunity to leave open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, his neck, all the way to his earlobe.
âWant to suck your cock, AemondâŠâ you purr in his ear before taking his earlobe between your teeth, nibbling softly as you lower the zipper of his jeans, slithering your hand under his boxers.
âF-fuckâŠâ he curses through gritted teeth, closing his eyes for a moment as you pull down his jeans and boxers in one motion. Your mouth waters at the sight of his cock straining against his stomach and you move in your place, bringing your legs up to kneel next to him, your ass propped up in direction to the window. Your index finger grates the weeping tip, making him shudder. âDonât tease⊠put your mouth to work, needy girlâ he instructs, his hand landing on your ass with a loud smack, making you yelp.
You swallow hard and lick your lips as you lean forward, your right hand wrapping around his base. Like a lollipop, your tongue licks his cock from the base to the tip, eliciting a hiss from him. The hand that smacked your ass comes to rest on the small of your back, hiking up your blouse and rubbing circles on your skin.
Your lips wrap around his tip, sucking it gently and swirling your tongue around it. âGod⊠yes, like thatâŠâ he breathes out, his voice rough. You stroke his shaft with your hand in rhythm with the movements of your mouth, up and down his length. Your hair falls to the side but Aemond is quick to grab it, putting it in a ponytail as your head bobs up and down. He resists the urge to buck his hips up, trying not to hurt you.
You stop stroking him and move your hand to cup his balls, which ignites something primal in Aemond. He canât help but thrust his hips upwards into your mouth, making you moan. âFucking hell, youâre taking me so deep into that wet mouth⊠love itâ he coos, biting his lip at the sight of your mouth around him and your head bobbing up and down. His cock is covered in your saliva, glistening under the dim lights of the parking lot.
You hollow your cheeks as you go up, your hands wrapping around his base again, adding a bit of pressure. That makes him growl and pant, the sounds he makes going straight to your cunt. He continues praising you in choked, needy moans, telling you how good your mouth feels on his cock, how heâs going to wreck your pussy immediately afterwards, his hand guiding your head up and down his length. You feel him twitch in your mouth, the signal that heâs close to cumming.
âAre you coming, Aemond?â You ask, your hot breath fanning against his length before taking him deep into your mouth, gagging around him.
âY-yes⊠s-stop⊠Iâm so closeâŠâ he warns, the obscene wet sucking sounds that fill the car making him let out a strangled moan. He pulls you away from his length, a trail of saliva still connecting your mouth to him. You use the palm of your hand to wipe your mouth, licking your lips and looking at him.
âWhy did you want me to stop?â Your hand presses on his inner thigh, making him sigh deeply and let go of your hair.
âBecause when I cum, I want to do it deep inside your cunt, alright?â He explains as he leans his back against the seat, his words making your jaw drop. âNow, get rid of those jeans and ride me.â
You eagerly do as told, putting your legs down and shimming out of your jeans and soaked panties. You toss them aside and straddle him, your bent knees on either side of his hips, your chest pressing against his given the constricted space you are in. His hands immediately land on either side of your hips, guiding you to sink down on his cock.
Both of you moan at the contact, your eyes close as he lets you adjust to his size. When you open your eyes you find his hungry gaze on you, his pupils dark with lust. He licks his lips, bringing one hand to cup your neck and pull you down to kiss him. The kiss is slow but passionate, sensual. You find support on his shoulders and you start moving your hips, finding the right rhythm.
Aemond pulls back to breath, his lips hovering over yours as you rest your forehead against his. His fingers grip your hips tightly, certainly leaving marks. âHmmâŠâ he hums, feeling how your cunt sucks him in, engulfing him. âDâyou feel me deep inside you, baby?â He murmurs against your lips.
âY-yes⊠youâre so deep, Aemond,â you reply in a shaky whisper. You feel his breath against your face due to the close proximity, hearing the low grunts and whines that leave his lips. His hands move from your hips to your abdomen, lifting your blouse to feel your skin, his touch setting your body on fire.
âNo bra?â His eyes widen in surprise and he smirks. âNaughty girl, I might have to punish youâŠâ He taunts as he pulls the straps of your blouse down, freeing your breasts. He mutters a curse and dives into your chest, his hands bringing your tits together, squeezing as his tongue swirls around your right nipple, making you arch your back against him. âYou fit perfectly in my hands, babyâŠâ he squeezes your tits once more, making you throw your head back. Aemond leans forward and leaves wet kisses on your throat, sucking the junction between your neck and shoulder as his big hands knead your tits.
Your nails dig into his shoulders as you increase the speed of your movements, letting out desperate whines as the tip of his cock bullies the rough patch inside you. Youâve never been this wet before, the squelching sounds making you blush furiously in embarrassment. âFuck, youâre so wet⊠canât wait for when you soak my cock as you comeâ those dirty words he mutters against your ear have you gasping loudly and furrowing your brows. Aemond rests his forehead against your shoulder, the sounds escaping his lips coming out muffled.
âAemond⊠Iâm⊠fuck, Iâm so closeâŠâ you speak in a choked moan, your arms wrapping around his neck as you bounce on his dick.
You feel him smirk against your skin, his teeth nibbling your collarbone. âYeah, I can feel that⊠youâre so tight, love, you feel so fucking goodâ he praises, his voice hoarse and deep. Aemond lifts his head from your shoulder, looking up at you, his eyes roaming over your face. âLook at meâ he demands in an authoritative, stern voice. You do as told, locking your eyes with his. âDo not tear your gaze away from me, you understand?â You nod frantically, your brows knitted together in pleasure.
His hands lower to your backside, gripping your ass tightly, helping you as you move on top of him. He brings his legs together, plants his feet on the floor and starts bucking his hips up, meeting your movements. Your eyes close shut involuntarily, wanton and sinful moans spilling past your lips as he pounds into you. âI said, fucking look at meâ he says through gritten teeth, and you obey, as hard as it is to do so.
His eyes roam over your face, committing every detail to memory. âYâgonna cum all over my cock, hmm? Can feel you squeezing me.â You nod, unable to speak. His hands grip your ass tighter, his nails digging into your skin. âCome, baby⊠let go and soak me, câmon,â he gives your ass a loud smack, and that does it to you. His mouth is agape as he watches you come undone above him, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull and lips parted as you gasp for air. âThatâs it, baby⊠I got you.â
You feel blood rushing through your ears, your eyes flutter close and your legs tremble. You feel Aemondâs hard grip on your ass as he keeps pounding into you, chasing his own release. âFuck! Fuck, fuck, Iâm gonnaâŠâ his hips stutter and his arms wrap around your waist tightly as he cums deep inside your cunt, a guttural groan coming out of his lips, the sound muffled as he hides his head in your shoulder.
Both of you stay there, panting and holding each other as you come down from your intense orgasms. You feel like youâre walking on a cloud, feeling boneless. Once you finally catch your breaths, he lifts his head to place a kiss on your lips. He pulls back and huffs a laugh.
âShit⊠are you okay?â He asks, placing soft kisses along your collarbone, bringing you back to earth. You struggle to find the words, but eventually open your mouth to speak.
âYes⊠I feel amazingâŠâ he chuckles at your answer, your voice coming out croaky.
âIâm glad. Did I fuck your brains out?â He smirks when you nod, and places another kiss on your lips as his hands rub soothing circles on your back. He rests his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes. You untangle your arms from around his neck and place your hands on either side of his face, admiring his features. âI was serious, you know. About the vacancies,â he explains to you. âI can ask my father to arrange a job interview. Iâm dead serious, darling.â
You chuckle, the sound of your soft laugh making him smile. You tilt your head. âHmm⊠I think youâre just trying to get into my pantsâŠâ you tease, to which he chuckles.
âBut I already did. Twiceâ he replies in a low voice, making you giggle. âOh, and one more thing.â He adds, looking at you, his playful expression turning into a soft one. âWould you go on a date with me?â
Your lips curve into a smile. âYes. I would love to.â
"ÂżSi temiĂł porque nunca llegamos y estĂĄ muerto ya?" Tu llanto se agrava mientras te tomas el rostro dañado por la sequĂa de la arena y el verano, aĂșn asĂ es de noche y estĂĄs frente a una fogata porque el clima cambia rotundamente de noche.
"No seas tan trĂĄgica, Aemond sabrĂĄ que adentrarse en el desierto es peligroso" Aegon te envuelve en una manta de cuero que lo viste, a tu vista su gran espalda percudida por la arena y rasgada que simula no tener frĂo para abrigarte a ti.
"Pues serĂa muy tonto de su parte venirte a buscar a pie" sonrĂe burlĂłn y celoso mientras sus labios se tornan morados, al fin y al cabo es el Ășnico que habla tu idioma porque una comunidad de nativos los estĂĄ acogiendo en su tribu. Molesta pero conmovida lo cubres con tu manta y sus cuerpos prontamente comienzan a recibir el calor.
La Ășnica vez que habĂan olvidado que Aemond era tu esposo, habĂan emprendido por diversiĂłn un viaje al desierto y todo saliĂł muy mal. Entonces pareciera que ya no buscan olvidarlo. Ăl no se puede dormir, tus pechos junto a su pecho, tus muslos junto a sus piernas, la hebilla de su cinturon rozando tu vientre no le permiten pensar en dormirse. Y ahĂ piensas que se va a olvidar que su hermano es tu esposo, que se olvidarĂĄ como aquella vez que se emborracharon y se besaron con pasiĂłn desubicada. Pero totalmente ubicado, y a tu pesar porque lo quieres junto a tu cuerpo desubicado, se levanta.
Te le acercas, sus piernas lo piden pues se abren dĂĄndote paso y prontamente con la libertad que el desierto te dio, le besas los labios no sin antes observar y acariciar su barba dorada.
"Debemos irnos, nena. Estabas tan apresurada para volver" murmura entre tus labios buscando sostenerse y que todo quede en un beso como siempre, que no pasen los lĂmites.