I Hate You More-Aemond Targaryen x Female Original Character-- Chapter 10
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This is part of an ongoing series. Click here for Chapter 9
Rating: Explicit, NSFW 18+
TW/Tags: Blood play, Orgasm Denial, Graphic Sexual Description
Annara grabbed a fistful of his hair and slanted his mouth over hers. He pressed her hard into the wall with his body as the taste of her blood filled his mouth. She moaned in his mouth as their tongues danced together. Her legs were wound tight around his waist and Aemond squeezed her breast hard enough to bruise. Something primal inside him was screaming for him to leave his marks on her for everyone to see. For her to see. He chose her and he wanted her to know what that meant.
She pulled away from him again and craned her neck back. His mouth found the soft spot on her shoulder, and he bit down hard. She grabbed the back of his neck and pressed his face into the mark. He pressed an open mouth kiss over it. Aemond pressed his aching cock into the warmth at her center and she moaned. He let go of her breast and covered her mouth with his hand.
Someone cleared their throat behind them and Aemond stepped away from Annara and turned. The wrath built inside him, and he could hear the blood ringing in his ears. Annara lost her footing and stumbled. She grabbed the back of his cloak to steady herself. He took a step back into her, to cover her from his brother’s prying eyes.
Aegon was standing there with his arms folded across his chest. A smirk bloomed across his lips as he looked Aemond up and down and then over his shoulder at Annara. He heard Annara breathe a heavy sigh as her clothing made rustling sounds behind him. He felt his brows pull down in a scowl as he looked at his brother.
“What was that you said earlier?” Aegon asked as he tapped his chin. Aemond clenched his fist. How dare his brother have the nerve to follow them. To watch. Did he see Annara? Aemond stepped forward and shoved his brother in the chest. Aegon laughed and splayed his hands out as if he was approaching a wild animal. Aemond thought perhaps Aegon was. Aemond was wound so tight, and the anger was coursing through his veins like dragon fire. “I mean no harm brother.” His voice sounded mocking, like he was biting back laughter. “Lady Annara. Good evening.” He nodded over Aemond’s shoulder at her. Aemond looked over his shoulder to see Annara smirk at Aegon and nod her head towards him. Aegon’s gaze slid back to Aemond. “Since tomorrow is your big day brother, I have a gift for you.”
Aemond didn’t respond to that. Instead, he asked, “How long were you watching brother?” Aegon smiled at him and shrugged. Aemond forced a small smirk on his own face as he leaned towards him. “I guess your days as king are too boring and you can’t run off and fuck peasants anymore. Boredom made you into a voyeur, brother.” Aegon’s smirk turned into a full smile. He stepped forward and clapped Aemond on the back. Aemond shrugged him off.
Annara cleared her throat then. Aemond turned to face her. She bowed at them both as she said, “Thank you for dinner. I must take my leave now.”
“It is our pleasure, Lady Annara.” Aemond didn’t miss the innuendo that Aegon emphasized. Annara’s dark eyes lingered on Aemond a few beats. He looked at her blood-stained lips and then back into her eyes. He nodded at her and turned to his brother. She stayed another second and rushed into the entrance. Aemond watched her back disappear down the long corridor as his brother slung his arm over his shoulder and dragged him back inside.
Aemond assumed that whatever his brother had planned for him as a gift was something depraved. Considering Aegon had wicked tastes and a history of depravity, it was a safe bet. Aegon surprised Aemond as they walked into Aegon’s chambers, and he handed Aemond a large box.
“What is this?” Aemond asked, confused.
Aegon walked over on the opposite side of the room and plopped down into a large wingback chair. “Open it.”
“I’m surprised you do not have a room full of people ready for debauchery, Aegon.” Aemond couldn’t say much about debauchery or having depraved tastes. He knew some of the things he wanted were dark and depraved.
Aegon laughed. “You seem to have taken a serious interest in your future wife. With you being so…” Aegon’s hand gestured up and down Aemond’s body. “You, I assumed this would better suit you.”
Aemond’s eye glared at Aegon. “I have not taken an interest in my future wife.”
Aegon rolled his eyes and hummed. “Seems that way.”
Aemond bared his teeth at his brother. “I do not have any interest in her. I des-”
Aegon cut him off with a sigh. “Yes, Aemond. All I am saying is that when I saw you in the garden with her, you seemed like you had changed your mind.” Aemond’s fists were clenching, and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. “Open it.”
Aemond looked down at the box in his clenched fist. He held it up and opened the lid. Inside was a dagger. Its hilt was inlaid with rubies and the metal shined. He lifted it from its case to inspect it closer.
“I thought you would like this more than a wet quim, although after I saw you in the godswood, I’m not so sure.”
“Yes.” Aemond said. His eye slid over to his brother. “Thanks brother.”
Aegon smiled and shrugged. Aemond continued to inspect his new blade. He ran his finger down the edge to the tip. It was so sharp that it made blood pool on his fingertip. An image of him dragging the metal down Annara’s heavy breasts flashed through his mind. He spun it around in his hands a few times, testing the weight.
A knock sounded at the door and a serving girl entered. She was robust and pretty, Aemond thought, and he didn’t miss the way that his brother’s eyes lingered on her tits as she bent over to pour him wine. Aemond took that as his sign to leave. He thanked his brother again before heading to his own chambers. As he walked down the halls, he realized this was the last time he would have to be there alone. Tomorrow, Annara would be his wife.
It was custom for him to wed Annara in the Dragon Pit. Aemond told his mother he didn’t care which Houses were present for their ceremony. Standing on the dais next to the High Septon and his mother, sister and grandfather, he looked around the large hall. There weren’t many people in attendance, not even Lord Baratheon was there to give his daughter away, the lazy twat. He fought the urge to rock on his feet. Aemond held still when the bells began to ring signaling the beginning of the ceremony. He looked to the right, where Annara was going to enter. His stomach was churning.
As he stood there waiting, he wondered again if he made the right decision. Maybe he should have waited or led Lord Borros on longer and chosen one of her sisters. No. Aemond knew that those bad manners could be something that was fixable. Lately, he even found himself looking forward to verbally sparring with her.
The bells quit ringing and Annara was standing in the doorway. Aemond swallowed hard. The gown she wore the night before made him feel things, but this one was different. It was yellow gold, similar to her house colors.
As she walked to him the details became more clear. There were dragons embroidered on the dress, and each one had sapphire eyes. Aemond clenched his jaw tight. He reached out and took her hand, leading her up the steps. She held his gaze and as he drug his eyes up and down her form, he saw pink bloom across her cheeks. His eyes stopped on her neck. Around it was a small golden collar, inlaid with sapphires. His eyes drifted upwards to her eyes and back to the neckband. She held his gaze and squeezed his hand. What did this mean?
They stood in front of each other and held their hands together as the Septon went through the ceremony.
The Septon lifted both hands after he tied his and Annara’s wrists together.
“I hereby seal these two souls, binding them for eternity. Look upon one another and say these words.”
Annara’s hands and voice were shaky as they said the words in unison to each other.
“Father, smith”
“Father, smith.”
He squeezed her hand and a small line appeared between her brows.
“Warrior, mother.”
“Warrior, mother.”
She pinched the palm of his hand.
“Maiden, crone, stranger.”
“Maiden, crone, stranger.”
He squeezed her hand tighter and bared his teeth.
“I am hers and she is mine.”
“I am his and he is mine.”
She put her foot on his boot and dug her heel in. Ill-mannered, vile, bitch.
“From this day, until the end of my days.”
“From this day, until the end of my days.”
He leaned forward and before he kissed her, he slid his hand around the sapphire collar around her neck. “You’re mine now. I will ruin you and then mold your pieces back together.”
Cheers rang out around them as he took her mouth with his. She returned his kiss but dug her nails into his forearms hard enough to draw blood. He pulled away from her, their hands still intertwined. He forced a smile on his face and looked over to make sure Annara was too. She was and when she looked at him, she squeezed his hand again hard, with a promise lingering in her eyes.
The feast following the wedding was just like any of the others except with more people and more food. Aemond sat next to Annara on the dais at the head of the room, watching everyone around them as they danced and laughed. Annara leaned over talking to his sister. They were whispering and laughing. Aemond admired her from the side, watching her neck every time she threw it back to laugh.
She looked over at him, catching him staring at her.
“Aren’t you going to ask me to dance husband?” She drank from her cup and winked at him. It was the first time she referred to him as husband. When she slammed it to the table, she leaned in and whispered. “Or would you rather I go out and dance with any of these men?”
Aemond made a fist on his knee. He hummed as he shrugged and leaned into her. “Depends on how much of a whore you want people to think you are, wife.”
They held each other's stare as Aemond stood from the table. He held his hand out for her to take and she grabbed it. He pulled her up and she tripped a little over her skirts and laughed. Her laughter made him grit his teeth.
Aemond was ready for this night to end. He wanted to get the bedding ceremony out of the way so he could focus on more of his depraved needs. That collar had been holding his attention and making his mind spin since she walked into the Dragon Pit.
Aemond spun Annara around the dance floor, the people swirling around them in blurs. He leaned into her as he slid his hand up her neck again, fingering the collar. “Where did you get this?”
“Wouldn’t you love to know.”
He wrapped his hand around her neck. “What is it for?”
Annara looked him in his eye as she said, “What do you think?” She shrugged. “You stole my freedom; I assumed I would just let the world know who my master was.”
Aemond squeezed her neck and bared his teeth. “Your master?”
“A wife is only a bed slave to her husband. A breeding mare.”
“Is that what you want to be?”
She laughed. “Really? Don’t play coy, Prince. You married me because you had to for your brother. I am nothing but your duty.”
He smirked at her as he caressed her jaw with his thumb, hand still wrapped around her throat. “What would you know of duty?”
“I am here, aren’t I? I have been a good Lady, like you so humbly requested of me.” She huffed and rolled her eyes.
He opened his mouth to reply but his grandfather appeared and let them know that it was time.
He led the way to his chambers that had been fitted for the ceremony. Beside him was Annara, facing ahead, shoulders squared. Aemond wondered if she was nervous. He doubted it. She acted like a slut for him whenever he forced her on her knees, and she swallowed his come. He couldn’t wait to use his cock to wipe that stupid fucking smirk off her face. He wanted to shove himself inside her and fuck her into obedience. She had everyone else fooled with her fake politeness, but not him. Never him.
They made it to the door, and he swung them open. The hearth was lit on one side and the servants had put up a sheer curtain on the canopy of his bed. There were fresh white sheets on it, to supply proof that she was no longer a maiden. His stomach began to flutter. This wasn’t his first time, so why was he feeling nervous? He noticed a large copper tub had been placed in a corner near the fire and servants were coming in and out, filling it with water.
He stepped to a side table where two wine goblets had been placed, filled them and handed one to Annara. Her eyes were darting between the bed and the tub then to the couch and back to the bed. She looked up at him then and smirked.
“We will be waiting outside, Prince Aemond.” the Maester said at the door.
“Out.” Aemond commanded the servants. They all turned and left. Aemond was alone again with Annara and this time, there wasn’t any argument or exchange of words before. Now it was an obligation. Aemond swirled the cup in his wine as he watched Annara take slow steps around his room, running her hands over the furniture and admiring the tapestries. She drank from her cup, and he did the same, neither one of them saying anything. Annara looked over her shoulder at him when she made it to the bed. He swallowed down the rest of the wine. Aemond slammed his cup down and stalked the few paces to where she was standing. He supposed they may as well get it over with.
“Remove your dress.”
Annara rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Why are you in such a hurry?”
He pulled his dagger from its sheath and approached her back. “If you do not remove it, I will do it for you.”
She looked down at his dagger in his hand and back at his face. She sighed. “Are you going to hold me at knife point to make me fuck you?” She shook her head as she turned away from him and drained her cup. “Right. It's you.” Another sigh. “Let’s get on with it then, you entitled prick.”
He had a white knuckled grip on his dagger. “You vile, foul-mouthed b-”
“Shut up.” She looked over her shoulder at him. “Just shut the fuck up and help me get this stupid gown off.”
Aemond pushed her face down onto the bed, one hand holding the dagger to her throat, the other pinning her down to the bed. He leaned over her. “I will rut you like the little beast you are. Dress or no dress.” He pulled back but still held her in a tight grip.
Annara tried to blow her hair out of her face. She said something but her words were muffled by the blankets. Aemond thought it was probably a good thing he didn’t hear it. He drug his blade from the side of her neck to the back, over the sapphire collar she wore. He pulled the blade further, making a long pinkish red scratch rise on her creamy skin. Annara was breathing heavy but wasn’t struggling against him. Aemond’s cock was stiffening in his trousers, and he pressed the growing bulge into her backside.
She pushed back. The feeling made Aemond’s cock harder. He drug the knife to the laces on the back of her dress. He notched the blade at the top of the gown and slid the knife down the back side, the fabric falling open to reveal the wide expanse of her back to him. The skin was pale and freckled. He drug the knife down her spine and goosebumps bloomed across. He hummed.
With the hand he was using to pin her down, he shifted it to the front of her neck, making her stand. Aemond kept the knife to her back, tucked tight between them as he pulled her back to his front. He craned her neck up with his hand and shifted his blade to her front.
“Off” he said. His voice sounded gruff, breathless.
She pulled the sleeves from the gown, and it folded over, catching on her hips. Annara tugged the sides down. Aemond licked a stripe from her collar bone to her ear. His cock was aching, a painful bulge in his pants. There was nothing between them now except the clothes covering his own skin and Aemond was struggling not to lose any more patience with her.
He kept the knife to her throat as he spun her around to face him. She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes. Aemond kept the knife pointing at her and took a few steps back. Annara attempted to cover her heavy breasts.
“No.” He gestured towards her arms. She dropped them to her side. He tilted his head and studied her body from her neck down to her full, round breasts. Aemond wanted to bite the pink tips of them and cover them in his marks. Her stomach was round and soft, healthy he thought. He wanted to squeeze her so hard there it would leave bruises that would fit his hand. His eyes drifted down to the dark tuft of hair sitting between her thick thighs where a… “That too.” A small knife was attached to her thigh with a strap of leather. That primal urge was screaming at him to take. To consume her like fire. She was his now.
Annara reached down, grabbing the blade and tossing it at him. It clattered to the floor as he took two huge strides to her and took her mouth with a searing kiss. He licked the seam of her lips and she opened for him, arms wrapping around his neck. They stay locked together as Aemond walks her backwards and forces her to the bed.
When he breaks away, he is standing between her spread legs. Annara’s breaths are heavy, and she bit her lip as she looked at him. He studied her a moment longer before taking his dagger and putting it to the dip in her collarbone. He slowly dragged it across and then down to the swells of her breasts. She tried to close her legs, but he held her inner thigh with a bruising grip and gave her a menacing look. Aemond added pressure to the blade as it glided across her tits and blood bubbled from the small cut. He leaned forward and sucked the cut hard, making the coppery taste of her blood fill his mouth. She hissed through her teeth and her hands came up and dug in his hair, pressing him into her chest.
He matched it on the other side, and she was writhing wantonly beneath him. He ground his cock into her center, feeling the front of his trousers get wet with her arousal. Groaning, he pulled away and continued dragging the dagger down her stomach, to her pubic mound and then he flattened the blade against her pussy. Her breath caught as her gaze flicked between his and where he had the blade.
“Shh. Don’t move.”
She didn’t even breathe. Aemond knelt between her open legs and looked at her dripping cunt. Sliding the flat of the knife back, he exposed her quivering pussy. He heard Annara swallow hard as he took his fingertip and traced a slow circle around her entrance, gathering liquid. The muscles in her thighs were shaking. Aemond removed the blade and sheathed it fast as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Her hips bucked off the bed and a loud moan left her body. She tried clamping her legs shut again but Aemond was holding her open in a tight grip.
He bit down on the nub, and she screamed and tried to shift her body away from him. He wrapped his arms under her thighs and dragged her back. He slapped her pussy and she moaned and shook beneath him. He slapped it again.
“Stop running.”
He held her legs open and slapped her spread pussy again and watched as her cunt clenched around nothing. Her clit was red and swelling more with each hit. Aemond shoved two fingers inside her, and she careened forward. He shoved her back down with his free hand and then slapped her pussy again as he curled his fingers inside her.
“I told you that I would ruin you.” Another slap. “With that fucking treasonous mouth.” Slap. “But I like you spread open like a whore.” Slap. “My whore.” Slap. “Swollen.” Slap. “Wet.” Slap. “You like when I punish this pussy don’t you?”
Annara had tears streaming down her face. “P-Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please.” She swallowed. “I want-I need to come.”
He laughed at her and slapped her pussy again. “I don’t think you deserve to come yet.”
She whined as he rammed two fingers inside her and then slapped her quivering pussy one more time before he tore himself away. He stood from the bed and began taking his clothes off. He tore his shirt over his head and then untied his pants. His dick was swollen and red, much like Annara’s pussy, as he stepped out of them. Aemond grabbed his dick and squeezed the base letting precum gather on the tip and then drip to the floor. Annara was leaned up on her elbows, pussy still spread open in front of him. Her eyes drifted to his hard cock, and she licked her lips. He walked to the bed and Annara fell back.
He put his hands on her knees and pinned them to the bed. His cock sat right up against her pussy, the head of his cock kissing her clit. She moaned again. The feel of her slickness on his cock as he slid it between her lips almost made him come. Annara’s eyes flew to his when he notched his cock at her entrance. He watched her throat bob with a swallow.
Her pussy clenched around his tip and then he slowly slid it in. She took a deep breath and reached up to his forearms, digging her nails in. He closed his eye against the pain of her digging her nails into his skin. Aemond gritted his teeth and shoved himself in fully. Annara screamed and Aemond let go of one of her thighs to cover her mouth. Tears were still streaming down her face as he pulled back and then slammed himself in again, hard.
She was so tight around him, squeezing. He leaned over her and bit down on her shoulder as he rutted her. His bite was so hard that it broke the skin and blood filled his mouth. She screamed again behind his hand, fingernails scratching his arms so hard it broke the skin and burned. The pain and the taste of her blood spurned him on. With the hand covering her mouth, he shoved two fingers inside. Annara gagged as he pressed down on the back of her tongue and Aemond began frantically slamming his hips against her, his pubic bone brushing her clit with each thrust. He felt her clenches get tighter.
“Is that good, wife?” Her response was a moan around his fingers. “Do you want to come?” She nodded. He slammed his hips into her. Annara made a low keening sound and then began rotating her hips beneath him. Aemond leaned up and took his wet fingertips and pressed Annara’s clit hard. He watched and felt as she came apart beneath him. Her pussy clenching him tight as she gushed around him. He looked at where they were connected, at the blood around his dick and on the sheets under her. The sight and feeling made him cock pulse, and the thread holding him together snapped. He fully seated himself as his orgasm rang through him. He exploded inside her, her tight pussy milking him empty.
The room was silent except for their tandem heavy breathing. As he pulled out, she sat up. When she tried to close her legs again, Aemond held her open. He tsked at her. He knelt between her legs again. His come was mixed with her maidenhead and was leaking out of her onto the sheets. He gathered what was at her entrance with his finger and then slid it back inside. He saw her fists gripping the sheets and she whined again. He lightly tapped her pussy as the door opened behind him and his grandfather and the maester walked in.
Aemond rose from between her legs and blocked her body from their view.
“Get out.” He spoke. His grandfather stepped closer. Aemond gestured to the door. “Get out! I will remove your fucking eyes if you take another step, grandfather or no.” The Maester turned to leave.
His grandfather remained where he was standing and cocked an eyebrow. “We must prove-”
Aemond held up his finger covered in their shared come and her blood and pointed behind his grandfather at the door. “If this isn’t enough then the servants can give you the proof. Now take your leave.”
His grandfather nodded and left and he and Annara were alone again. He turned to face her. She was sitting up on the bed with her legs crossed and hands covering her breasts. The cuts on them had clotted and Aemond found himself wanting to dig his fingers in them and make her cry for him again.
She held his gaze as she walked to the large tub in the corner, wearing nothing but his marks and the sapphire collar and then stepped in.
Chapter 11
