Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Female!OC
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, degradation kink, choking, vaginal sex, fingering, enemies, hate fucking, CNC if you squint, overstimulation, dominant!aemond, brat!oc, punishment, possessive, they've been wanting this for a while but they'd never admit it, slightly public (they're in the dungeons), face painting (iykyk), handmaiden!oc, slapping, spitting, hair pulling
Note: this is inspired by my upcoming Aemond fic, 'Blood Sport,' which has been posted on Wattpad and ao3 and will be updated regularly soon! I have changed the OC's name and a few characteristics just so it's not too spoil-y of the actual story/scene, since I won't reach this point in the actual fic for a long time. Just know that this is what this fic is going to be like, so if you're interested, go check it out!! (same username on WP and ao3!!)
THE DUNGEONS reeked of piss and human waste, the sharpness of the foul scents stinging Aemond's nostrils. He crept through the winding corridors with ease, his footsteps soundless against the damp stones.
Prisoners moaned in agony, their hushed whipers of mercy and compassion falling on deaf ears. Aemond wasn't in the dungeons to pay attention to weeping prisoners. He was searching for her.
He knew she was down here. He had watched her slink into the darkness, her face concealed with a thin shawl as she descended the winding staircase, a small torch held between her slender fingers.
What reason little Eyva had for visiting the dungeons was beyond Aemond's understanding, but he would soon find out.
He wove through the corridors without a torch, relying on his memories of the layout as he searched for his half-sister's most favored lady-in-waiting. How a lowborn bastard with no family ties and a past shrouded with mystery came to be a princess's lady-in-waiting was utterly baffling.
Of course, Aemond wasn't well versed in the selection process of a lady's handmaidens, but he knew enough to know that a girl like Eyva should have never been chosen. And yet she was.
His brows furrowed as he slipped into the chaos of his thoughts. Eyva was a mystery. She came from nowhere and yet it was as if she was everywhere. Ever since her arrival to the Keep with his sister and nephews, she was always there. Lurking around corners, trailing Aemond down the corridors but disappearing into the darkness when he turned around to confront her.
She was keeping tabs on him. He didn't like to be spied on, but even more so, he didn't like to be beat. She was quick, intelligent, and thus far, she had successfully avoided encountering Aemond.
His eye widened as he came upon a crossroads, the flickering torchlight at the end of the corridor to the right catching his attention and dragging him from his tumultuous thoughts. Eyva’s foosteps were nonexistent, but Aemond knew that it was her.
With a huff, he floated down the corridor, careful to remain as silent as possible as he trailed the bobbing torchlight. He rounded a corner, his breath hitching in his throat when he spotted Eyva peering around a corner, her torch extended far ahead as she inspected whatever was on the other side of the hallway.
Aemond crept forward, his breath caught in his lungs as he got closer and closer. The scent of her parfume flooding Aemond's nostrils. If she was going to slink around the castle and spy on his family, she ought to do so in a more subtle manner.
The floral scent flooded his nostrils as he reached out and curled his hands around her biceps, yanking her away from the corner. His hand clamped around her jaw, muffling her frightened yelp as he slammed her into the wall, both of her wrists trapped beneath one of his hands. The torch tumbled to the ground, casting a garish, flickering shadow over their faces as they glared at each other.
He pinned her wrists to her stomach as she struggled, her gaze filling with a hatred so potent that it darkened her green eyes until they were almost black.
"My, my," Aemond purred, his smirk sharp as he crushed Eyva against the stone, pinning her struggling body to the wall with such ease that he almost laughed. "What have we here?" His head cocked as his eye roved over her features, taking in her changed appearance.
"A little vixen slinking in places she ought not to be," he hummed. He let out a slow chuckle when Eyva growled into his hand, though the laugh quickly morphed into a hiss when she widened her jaw and wrapped her teeth around his palm, biting down with as much force as she could muster.
With a curse, Aemond yanked his hand out of her mouth, the hot sensation of tearing flesh ripping up his arm as Eyva attempted to escape. With a growl, he snatched her shoulders and slammed her into the wall again, this time, his hands pinning both of her wrists above her head.
"Let go of me!" she snarled, her voice gnarled and aged.
Aemond eyed his bleeding hand before his gaze shifted to the blood that coated Eyva’s lower lip. "You bit me."
She smirked. "I'll do far worse if you don't unhand me right now, Aemond."
He huffed out a laugh. "Tell me what you're doing and I'll considering releasing you." Eyva’s eyes narrowed as she struggled again, but it was just too easy for Aemond to keep her trapped. "Or perhaps you'd prefer a stay in one of the many cells you were investigating"
Eyva’s cheeks reddened from the effort she was exuding in her attempts to escape. "You wouldn't dare," she hissed, her chin lifting defiantly when Aemond lowered his head. "Princess Rhaenyra wouldn't allow my imprisonment."
Aemond clicked his tongue as he considered Eyva’s words. "True, but my sister cannot always get what she wants." He tightened his grip on her wrists, smirking when she hissed in pain. "Tell me what you're doing and you won't have to visit a cell."
Eyva’s jaw tightened as she glared up at Aemond. She stopped struggling, her chest heaving with breaths, but she did not appear to be willing to share her information with Aemond. Stubborn, he thought to himself as his eye wandered.
She wore typical handmaiden attire, but even with the unflattering red and cream gown, Aemond could still see the subtle curves of her body. His gaze roved across her waist and down her hips, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as his gaze shifted up and over the swell of her breasts.
"My eyes are up here," she growled, and when Aemond's gaze returned to her face, he was amused to see how red her cheeks had become.
"How you've grown," he purred. "How long has it been, Eyva? Six years?"
She huffed out a breath as Aemond slowly loosened his grip on her wrists, allowing her arms to fall slightly. "I wish it were longer,” she sighed. “I see you haven't changed.” Her jaw tightened as she continued to try and pull her wrists from Aemond's grip. He wasn't stupid. He knew Eyva had absolutely no problem with striking him despite his superior status.
She was fierce and he learned a long time ago to never underestimate a fox. He still felt the ache on the left side of his face when he thought of that night, his eye drifting to the scar that curved around Eyva’s own cheekbone.
"You have,” she exhaled sharply as she met Aemond's gaze, her eyes shifting to his scar. He tried to ignore the way her lips curled in satisfaction, but he couldn't tame the burning anger that twisted his gut.
"Still hiding it, are you?" she mused, her lips tugging into a lazy smile as she leaned closer to his face. "Have you told anyone the truth?" Her voice was breathy, her tone dipping as she brushed the tip of her nose against Aemond's. "Does anyone know that it was a bastard girl who stole your precious eye?"
Aemond cracked the back of his hand across Eyva’s face before he could stop himself. She gasped, her hands rising to cup her cheek, but it wasn't long before she devolved into a fit of hysterical laughter.
Aemond glared at the girl, his cheeks burning hot with indignified rage. "Oh, Aemond," she tutted, her laughs still echoing throughout the corridor, "you ought to get a grip on that temper. It is not comely for a prince to strike a lady."
“You are not a lady,” he hissed as he leered in her face, earning a delighted grin from Eyva. What an insufferable brat. He flexed the hand he had struck her with and made the mistake of looking away, his jaw cinching as Eyva continued to taunt him. But admist her teasing, she broke out into a run, startling Aemond as she suddenly darted down the hallway. He didn't hesitate to launch himself after her, and though she was swift, Aemond had the advantage.
He reached her within a few seconds, his hands digging into her shoulders as he slammed her chest into the wall, pinning her to the damp stone with ease. “Not so fast, lanty,” he hissed into her ear as he pressed his body against hers, trapping her wriggling body.
Evya snarled she uttered a string of foul curses that surprised even Aemond, but after a moment, she suddenly stilled. Aemond kept his hands wrapped firmly around her wrists, pinning them to her lower back as he cautiously watched the side of her face. Her chest rose and fell with laboured breaths, but she said nothing.
And then she ground her rear against Aemond.
He jerked in surprise, his grip slackening just slightly, but not enough for Eyva to break free. He thought, perhaps, that it was an accident, until she did it again. But this time, harder.
He grunted, his jaw tightening as she rolled her hips, her rear grinding deliciously against his groin. "Stop that," he breathed, his brows furrowing in confusion. Eyva turned her head, her cheek resting against the stone as she peered at Aemond out of the corner of her eye.
She didn't say anything, she only rolled her hips. With each grind, Aemond's cock twitched, a fire igniting in his abdomen. Her rear was so perfectly rounded, her flesh moulding against Aemond's groin as if she were made for him.
He let out a sharp breath when she pressed against him even harder, his cock straining against the confines of his leather trousers. "What are you doing, Eyva?"
She smirked. "Nothing," she mused with a rather innocuous tone, her eye wide with innocence.
She ground again, and this time, Aemond pressed into her, his cock digging into her soft flesh as he pressed her hips against the stone. "Careful," he whispered into her ear, his lips dragging along the curve of her cartilage. "You don't know what you're doing, Eyva."
She said nothing for a moment, as if she was contemplating Aemond’s words. Slowly, she slid her tongue across her lips, her pupils dilating as she stared at the floor. "Don't I?"
His eye fluttered shut as she rolled her arse against him, a wave of pleasure rolling through his body. Aemond dared to release one of Eyva’s wrists, his hand snaking around her abdomen and in between her thighs, seemingly to her surprise, as she sucked in a sharp breath when he curled his fingers against her cunt.
Even through the fabric of her dress, Aemond could feel how hot she was. "Do not tempt me, fox. I am not like the dear princes you serve, so chivalrous and proper." He slid his lips along the curve of her neck as he inhaled deeply, her scent flooding his nostrils and imprinting itself on his brain.
Eyva gulped as Aemond curled his fist in the fabric of her dress and began pulling it up. "Maybe I don't want chivlary and propriety," she breathed. Aemond froze, his eye opening. He wasn't even pinning Eyva down anymore, but she wasn't trying to run.
He pressed a kiss into her shoulder as he continued to bunch up her dress, revealing more and more of her slender legs with each curl of his fingers. "Is this why you're down here?" he murmured as he slid his hand around the curve of her thigh, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "To lure me into a dark, private place?”
Eyva huffed out a laugh that quickly turned into a gasp when Aemond teased his finger at her cunt. He almost groaned when he felt how wet she was. She didn't say a word as Aemond slid his finger into her, sliding along her wetness until he found that spot that nearly brought Eyva to her knees.
Her legs opened further as he pressed his finger into her clit, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he began to teasingly slide his finger back and forth. She trembled, her eyes fluttering shut as she pressed her forehead to the stone. Aemond was holding onto her hip now, his cock still pressed firmly against her rear as he lazily stroked her clit.
"Is this what you wanted, lanty? Hmm?" His chest rumbled with his hum. "Do you want me to fuck you against this wall?" He pressed harder against her clit, earning a whimper from Eyva before he resumed his lazy circling. When she didn't respond, his finger stilled. "I asked you a question, Eyva."
Her eyes cracked open, her lips parting as if to speak, but when she met his gaze, she smirked instead. Aemond's eye narrowed, his smile morphing into a frown. "Such a brat," he breathed as he withdrew his hand from her cunt, his middle finger glistening. "You don't deserve my cock."
Eyva held eye contact as she rolled her hips against his, her hands fisting in her dress as she straightened her back until it was flush with Aemond's chest. "And are you worthy of my cunt?" she breathed with another grind, her head falling onto Aemond's shoulder as she pleasured him with nothing but the curve of her arse. "Do you think that I'd ever give you what you want?"
Aemond curled his hands around her waist as he shoved her back into the wall, eliciting a gasp from her. "Do you think you have a choice?"
Eyva’s eyes met his, her lips parting as Aemond gently massaged her rear. Something glimmered in her eyes as she held his stare, her throat bobbing with a heavy swallow. He was not toying with Evya. He was not going to let her leave this dungeon until he had his way with her.
"I suppose you want me to beg for it?" she mused as she slowly turned around in his grip, her hands still bunched in her gown. Aemond stepped forward until he had her trapped between his outstretched arms.
"You know me so well," he purred with a gentle brush of his lips across her scarred cheek.
Eyva smiled and something flipped in Aemond's stomach. "I will never beg before you, Aemond."
His hands found the curve of her neck as he closed the gap between their bodies, his lips hovering just inches away from hers. "You will," he hummed. Eyva stifled a gasp when Aemond crashed his lips onto hers, his hands curling around the back of her neck as he pulled her closer and closer.
It took only a moment for the shock to wear off and for Eyva’s hands to begin wandering around his body, her lips parting for his as he swiped his tongue into her mouth. She was so eager, her body pressed tightly against his as she slipped her hands beneath his tunic and raked her nails down his back.
He broke the kiss with a hiss, his teeth bared as Eyva grinned up at him through hooded eyes, her pink lips glistening with their shared saliva. She wanted this, he realized as he stared down at her. Her pupils were so vastly dilated that their darkness swallowed the emerald color of her irises, and when his muscles tensed to pull away, her fingers curled into his flesh, pulling him back against her body.
She would never admit it, and neither would Aemond, but they both wanted this. No- they needed it.
Aemond crashed his lips back onto Eyva’s, her taste filling his mouth as he roughly yanked her dress around her waist, his fingers sliding across her wet cunt. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers fervently loosening his trousers.
It wasn't long before his cock was freed and he had Eyva’s left leg lifted, her thigh pressed against the wall as he lined up with her entrance. He didn't dare break the kiss as he slowly pushed in, his entire body shivering as hot pleasure coursed through his veins.
She whimpered as he stretched her wide, his teeth sinking into her bottom lip. "So tight," he grunted against her lips, his eye screwed shut. Eyva whimpered in response, her head falling against the stone wall as Aemond continued to push in, his teeth bared. He stopped when he was about halfway in, his eye cracking open.
He drank in the sight before him: Eyva’s legs spread wide for him, her cunt wrapped tightly around him, her lips parted as she braced herself against the wall. After a moment, her eyes opened and her full lips tugged into a pout.
As much as Aemond to see her beg, he couldn't take it any longer. With a grunt, he slammed into her, his cock sliding deep as his hips snapped against hers. Eyva yelped, her hands grasping Aemond's shoulders for support, her leg quivering.
"F-Fuck you," she grunted, her teeth bared as she adjusted to Aemond's size. He smirked as he slowly pulled out and rammed back into her, eliciting yet another yelp from her lips.
"With pleasure, darling."
He didn't give Eyva the chance to respond. He began driving his hips into hers, filling her so perfectly with each harsh thrust that she didn't know what to say or do. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Aemond snapped his hips into her over and over and over again, the sound of skin slapping skin bouncing off the walls around them.
"O-Oh, fuck," Eyva breathed, her jaw hanging open as she struggled to maintain her balance. Aemond was practically holding her up, his muscles straining as he kept her perfectly positioned for him.
She looked so delicious, spread so wide for him...
"You like that?" he breathed as he nipped at her lower lip, his nails digging into the flesh of her thigh and hip. Eyva offered a meager nod, earning a harsher bite from Aemond. "I asked you a question," he growled, the force of his thrusts increasing as Eyva glared at him.
"F-Fuck yo-ou," she repeated, her voice catching in her throat so many times that it took almost a full minute for her to utter the curse.
Aemond huffed in irritation, sweat beading along his brow. With a grunt, he hooked his finger into the neckline of her dress and yanked, pulling it down just enough for her breasts to spill from their enclosure.
Hot pleasure coursed through his veins as he took in the sight of her breasts bouncing with each harsh thrust into her needy little cunt. "So stubborn," he grunted, his other hand rising to pinch her hardened nipples.
Eyva gasped, her grip on his shoulders tightening as Aemond continued to abuse her sensitive nipples with flicks and twists until they began to glow a soft red and tears brimmed in Eyva’s eyes. Aemond slowed his thrusts when he felt the way her walls began to tighten around him, pushing deep into her with an achingly slow deliberation. "Do you like this?" he repeated, his voice a mere rasp in his throat. Eyva’s jaw slackened as Aemond slid into her again, his own body trembling from the pleasure.
"I bet you do," he whispered as he pressed a wet kiss to her jawline. "I bet you like to be fucked in dark corridors like the whore you are."
Eyva grunted as she shoved Aemond away. His cock quickly slipped out of her and she just barely caught herself on wobbly legs as he stumbled back, his brows raised in surprise. "I am not a whore," she snarled, much to Aemond's amusement.
He grabbed her by the waist and flipped her around, his cock sliding back into her throbbing cunt with ease. "No?" he mused as he thrust into her, one hand holding onto the curve of her waist, the other wrapped around her full breast. Eyva tried to hide it, but Aemond heard her little moan when he rammed into her again. "You certainly aren't a lady, are you?" He thrusted again, eliciting a pathetic moan from her lips. "A lady wouldn't take my cock like this...so needy, so wet."
He slid into her slowly, his eye fluttering shut as he threw his head back with a groan.
"And what of you?" she panted between breaths, her hips rocking back against Aemond's, much to his surprise. He stilled, his eye cracking open to peer curiously at Eyva as she began fucking him herself.
"Here you are, the proper, dutiful prince, your cock buried in a girl you claim to loathe." Her neck rolled back as she bounced against him, her arse rippling with each bounce. Aemond's lips parted as Eyva began toying with her breasts, her eyes locked on Aemond's, one hand planted against the wall for support as she continued to fuck him. "You're fucking the very girl who permanently disf-"
He snatched Eyva’s throat, silencing her mid taunt, a wave of rage ripping through his chest. "Easy," he warned, his tongue swiping across his lower lip. Eyva didn't seem threatened by his anger. Rather, she seemed excited, and with a frown, Aemond realized what she was doing.
She was goading him. Taunting him so that he would fuck her exactly how she wanted to be fucked. His eye widened. He was being used.
Clever girl, he thought to himself as he tightened his grip on her throat, pulling her back until her shoulders touched his chest. Just this once he would give in to her antics.
He began snapping his hips into hers with enough force that even he could hardly breathe. Eyva’s mouth opened in a wide 'o', her breathing ragged as Aemond choked her. He grunted as he gathered a wad of saliva in his mouth, Eyva’s eyes widening as Aemond spat directly into her mouth.
He almost came on the spot when she rolled it around her tongue and swallowed, her gaze never leaving his.
He would not cum first. He would absolutely ravage her body until she couldn't take it anymore, and only then would he cum. He forced the image of his seed splattered across Eyva’s eager face out of his mind as he let go of her throat and hooked his fingers into her mouth.
"Gods," he groaned, his other hand digging into her hip as he drove into her. "Such a pretty sight." His voice was nothing but a rasp as he reached around her abdomen and pressed his finger to her clit. Eyva’s entire body jerked as a ragged moan ripped through her throat.
"Yes," she whined, her nails raking down the stone wall as Aemond began to mercilessly roll his finger across her clit, matching the speed of his wild thrusts. "Fuck-gods-yes!"
It was as if she couldn't decide what she wanted to say. Her words tumbled from her lips with increased fervor. Aemond, spurred by the moans that were now rolling unashamedly from Eyva’s lips, reached up and yanked the bonnet from her head, desiring to curl his fingers in her locks and yank her head back so that he could see the look on her face as he fucked her raw.
He stared at the sea of her long black hair, his fist balling in her beautiful curls. With a decisive yank, Evya’s head was thrown back, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull as Aemond drove into her over and over again.
Her walls tightened deliciously around his cock, her moans coming in short pants as her knees trembled and buckled. She was close, but Aemond was not quite finished with her yet. He stopped, his cock buried deep in her quivering cunt. Evya’s eyes flew up, her full lips tugging into a pout as Aemond slowly eased his grip on her hair.
"Do you want to cum?" he braethed as he slowly pulled out and pushed back into her, his lips tugging into a smirk when she trembled. Eyva choked on a moan, but she said nothing. Aemond’s eye was drawn to the way her hand began to sneak between her legs. He snatched her wrist before she could touch herself, twisting her arm behind her back as he slowly thrusted into her again. "Answer me, little fox. You know I can give you what you want."
Evya whimpered, her jaw tightening as Aemond continued to tease her. She remained silent for a moment longer, her desire to remain a stubborn little brat almost outweighing her desire to experience the pleasure she knew Aemond was capable of bestowing upon her.
His gaze darted back to her hair as she finally cracked. "Yes," she breathed.
Aemond's finger stilled inside of her. "Yes, what?"
Eyva opened her eyes, her humiliation at finally being worn down evident in her gaze, but even then, she relented. "Yes, please, Aemond. P-Please let me cum."
He needed to hear nothing more. With a pleased sigh, he flipped her around again, his cock sliding into her cunt with enough force to make her cry out as he wrapped her silver and black locks around his fist and yanked.
Eyva cursed, but her words quickly gave way to utter nonsense as Aemond began fucking her at an absolutely relentless pace. Aemond never wanted this to end... He wanted to see Eyva sprawled out on every surface of the castle, her needy little cunt wrapped around his cock as he fucked her in a way only he could.
"Fucking whore," he growled, his hand coming down hard on Eyva’s arse, his fingers digging into her reddened flesh as he watched himself pummel her. He slid in and out so easily. She was practically dripping for him. "Godsdamn slut." He spat on her rear before he slapped her again, the sound of her moans driving him closer and closer to the edge.
"Beg for it," he snarled as he reached for her breast again, his fingers roughly pinching her peaked nipple. Eyva cried out, hot tears rolling down her cheeks as she wept with pleasure. Aemond slapped her tit, the force of it causing her to jerk in pain. "I said beg for it, you lying whore."
Eyva twitched violently as she began mumbling incoherent nonsense, but the moment Aemond slapped her rear for the third time, she finally obeyed. "Please!" she cried with a rough sob, her hands bracing herself on the wall. "P-Please let me cum, Aemond, gods, I c-can't t-take it any-anymore!"
Aemond was rapidly nearing the edge himself, but he needed to hear one thing before he tumbled over it. "Admit it," he panted.
Eyva whimpered. She knew exactly what he wanted to hear and there was absolutely nothing she could do but give it to him.
Her voice was small and wobbly as she finally uttered the truth. "Y-Yes,” she breathed. "I-I knew that you-that you were watching me.” Her voice was shrill, her tits bouncing beautifully as Aemond mercilessly rammed into her. “I kn-I knew that you’d-fuck!" Aemond slapped her arse again, prompting her to continue. "I knew that you’d follow me and, gods, yes, I wanted to fuck you!"
Aemond grinned, satisfaction filling his chest with warmth. “I wanted to fuck you the moment I stepped out of the carriage and saw you in the courtyard.”
“Good girl,” he praised as he slid his hand around her thigh and pressed his finger to her clit. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Evya looked like she wanted to curse at Aemond, but he began to rapidly circle his finger around her clit before she could. It wasn't long before the sheer overstimulation climaxed into an orgasm. Eyva screamed, her cunt spasming so ferociously that Aemond had to rip out of her before he spilled his seed into her womb. She collapsed onto her hands and knees and the moment Aemond saw the way her cunt was spasming, he came.
He dropped onto his knees, his fists curling in Eyva’s hair as he yanked her head back and came onto her face. She gasped, her eyes rolled far into the back of her head as her orgasm continued, her moans so unashamedly loud that Aemond had no choice but to join her.
The chorus of their moans echoed in the corridor as Aemond rapidly pumped his hand up and down his cock, spilling every last bit of his cum directly onto Eyva’s face. Her mouth opened, catching his seed in her mouth as she slowly came down from her high.
He had never fucked anyone so relentlessly before. Every muscle in his body burned, his joints aching as he collapsed. His throat was burning as he stared at Eyva, who was slumped on the ground, her hair spilled around her head.
With a trembling hand, Aemond reached out and curled a lock of her inky hair around his finger. "I-I never thought I'd say this," he rasped as Eyva rolled onto her back to peer up at him, her face still painted with his sticky seed, "but gods y-you are amazing."
Satisfaction swam Eyva’s green eyes. Lazily, she swiped his seed onto her thumb and sucked it into her mouth, her eyes never leaving Aemond's face as she savored his taste. If he wasn't so worn out, he would have climbed onto her and taken her right then and there.
All she offered in response to his comment was a cocky, "I know."
Aemond couldn't even say anything in response. He wanted to know more about her hair, about the mystery of her silver locks, but he simply did not have the energy to press right now. He needed a bath and a long, long night's rest. And so, it seemed, did Eyva.
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