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happilyhertale · 2 days ago

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great! so this is kind of like an au but it's still set on the hotd universe. basically, I was wondering if you could do an aemond x fem!reader where their relationship is very similar to that of rhaenyra and harwin's relationship. reader is next in line to throne as she is rhaenyra's daughter. because of this, rhaenyra requests she has a knight for her daughter to watch over her and what not. enter aemond, the one eyed knight and son to alicent hightower.

the two eventually become smitten with eachother and form a secret relationship, with reader eventually falling pregnant with his child. some smut, angst and good ol' fluff. please? (also based on the song work song by hozier)

Sense of duty - Aemond Targaryen x female!reader

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW; Minors do not continue reading!

Author’s note: Finally! Thank you, Anon, for this great request! I'm sorry it took so long! Nevertheless, it was fun to write this story. I hope you like it (: English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 4.2 k

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"Aemond!" you gasp as he lifts you onto the table that stands behind you. His hand is between your legs, making its way to your already wet folds.

"Aemond! I... I hear footsteps outside!" you try to sound convincing that it is too dangerous to have wild sex in the middle of the library, in the middle of the day.

But only a "Mmmhm..." sounds from him as he leaves hot kisses on your neck. His "Mmmhm..." is backed up by your moans.

"I have given instructions that we are to be left alone... study... No one comes into the library"

"But...", you can't continue, his fingers have reached their destination and they are stroking through your wet arousal. You grab his shoulders and groan. Immediately his lips are on yours to muffle your moans. Firm, circular movements he leaves on your clit. Your hands are on his trousers by now and open them. In no time at all you release him from his pants and let your hand glide over his pulsing length. His hiss from your first touch quickly turns into a deep moan.

You press his cock against your wet folds and let it slide through. He smirks at you, "We're a little impatient today, aren't we?"

You moan into his mouth, "...Because you made me wait too long!"

With one thrust he is inside you and you literally cry out. It's been too long since you felt his full length inside you. That you felt him fill you completely. The stretching is almost unpleasant at first, until it turns into the feeling of pure pleasure. Aemond puts his hand over your mouth to muffle your whimpers as he slides his hot length back and forth.

"Fuuck... you're so incredibly tight," he gasps in your ear.

You can only continue to whimper. Aemond grabs you by the waist and pulls you closer. He reaches another angle, thrusts deeper into you. He holds you tightly and slams your hips down hard on his cock. The library, usually such a quiet place, is filled with your moans and the sound of naked skin slapping against each other.

"A-Aemond... I'm close!" you moan. His lips crash onto yours and he kisses you wildly. He doesn't let up with his thrusts and his hand finds its way between your bodies. His fingers reach your clit again, rubbing it frantically.

You claw at his leather waistcoat for support. The table beneath you squeaks dangerously with each thrust he gives you. The familiar, much loved pressure builds in your lower belly. Your thighs, tight in Aemond's hands, begin to tremble. You moan out, but Aemond can't bring himself to muffle your moan, it spurs him on further to thrust into you. He notices how you keep clenching around his cock. His name keeps leaving your lips, like a soft prayer that fills the halls of the sept. As you come on his cock, Aemond also notices his lower belly tighten. He reaches for a linen cloth lying on the table. As the tug arrives in his balls, he leaves your warm core. His hand grips your thighs firmly, the consequences will still be visible tomorrow. He gasps and moans as he spreads his hot seed into the linen cloth.

You lean your head into the crook of his neck and gasp softly. He caresses your soft hair as you stand there for a while. Only your heavy breathing can be heard in the library. You spread soft kisses on his neck.

But it wasn't always like this between you.

You are y/n Velaryon and the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen. Your duty is to take the Iron Throne after your mother. The second woman ever to sit on a throne. Your father is Laenor Velaryon and just like your brothers Jace and Luke, you have inherited few traits from your father. But you have at least inherited your father's silver hair and your mother's purple eyes.

You live in King's Landing and want for nothing. Even now you regularly attend council meetings. Like your mother before, you hand out drinks to the councillors and try to learn something from the political discussions. Your grandfather Viserys I is always present and leads the discussions.

At one of these council meetings, your mother had once made the request that she wanted special protection for you. After all, you are the heir to the throne and you should have a personal knight by your side who will always protect you. You just looked at her irritatedly from a distance. She did not return your gaze.

Queen Alicent, who was also present, thought this was an excellent idea. It did not take long before the perfect knight seemed to be found. To be precise, it was at the next council meeting when Alicent announced that she had found someone perfect. Aemond Targaryen. Her son. Your uncle.

In shock, you knocked over a cup and all eyes were on you. Aemond's eyes were suddenly on you too, looking at you emotionlessly and with a hint of contempt. Now it was also clear to you why he was suddenly attending the meeting.

After a brief pause, Alicent continued. Since there are no betrothal offers for Aemond, this seemed an adequate task for him. And what would be a more honourable task than to protect the future queen?

You were not surprised that the betrothal offers for him did not materialise. He was rude, uptight, always in a bad mood and let everyone around him know how little he thought of them. He was just a terrible person. And he should now be responsible for keeping you safe at all times.

You were not convinced at all and went to your mother after the council meeting.

"Mother. This is unacceptable. Have you never realised what an unpleasant person he is?"

She just smiled at you, "Good. Then at least I'm convinced he won't be distracted and his attention will be on protecting you."

You just looked at her in disbelief, but from her look you saw that this matter was already decided for her and there was nothing more to discuss. Angrily you left her chambers. Aemond was also not enthusiastic at first, but let himself be convinced by his mother that it was an honourable task.

So that's how you started spending time together. Unwillingly, you could say. You never spoke much to each other. Only a "good morning" left your lips when he stood in front of your chambers in the morning, which was never answered with more than a slight bow of his head. In the evening it was no different. You wished him a good night and before you could close your door, you briefly saw him bow his head slightly again.

This changed when one morning he could not find you. He stood in front of your chambers, but you did not come out. After repeated warnings, he came to your chambers, but he could not find you. You were not in the anteroom, not in your bed and not in the adjoining bathroom. Panic rose in him and he briefly felt fear that something might have happened to you. Not because he was particularly afraid for you, but because he was afraid of failing in the task that had been imposed on him. At least that's what he told himself.

He immediately rushed out of your chambers and searched the entire keep and its gardens. You had disappeared. You were not to be found in any of the other chambers, the council chamber or any other hall. On the verge of despair, he passed the library. Actually, he wanted to go to the training yard and hoped that you had lost your way there. But as he passed the half-open door to the library, his gaze fell in and he saw you sitting there.

Calmly, you sat there in an armchair and read a book. For a short time his anger was forgotten. The morning sun shone through a window into the library. It shone right on you and made your silver hair almost glow. Even though he didn't want to, he paused for a moment and enjoyed the view. When he regained consciousness, he stormed into the library, "What are you doing here??"

Startled, you looked up, "Mhm, I don't know if this looks familiar, but I'm reading a book at the moment."

He breathed heavily.

"Did you run here?" you asked with raised eyebrows.

Aemond snorted, "I was looking for you! You were not in your chambers where I am to meet you in the morning!"

You had to smile, "Pardon me..."

But he interrupted you, "You can't just disappear unannounced!"

Your smile disappeared, "I left you a note. On my table. It said exactly where I was. But now that I know that it does not even look familiar to you when someone is reading, I should send a servant to you next time to give you my message verbally."

"There was no note," he hissed.

"'Right… So if we go to my chambers now and check... Then there wouldn't be a note?"

Aemond did not answer immediately. He hadn't looked on your table. Panic had gripped him and he had no longer been able to think rationally.

"What are you doing here early in the morning anyway?" he asked instead.

Normally you would tease him further. But you had such a relaxed morning, you didn't want to mess it up.

"I couldn't sleep and so I came here early in the morning"

Aemond frowned, "You come here when you can't sleep?"

You simply nodded, "It is quiet here and I can give myself over to my thoughts. Read something... It's peaceful here."

"I've never noticed that before... That you like to read," he said almost softly. His anger of a moment ago was almost forgotten.

You looked down at your book again, "Perhaps you weren't attentive enough...? Or perhaps you have simply overlooked it... like the note on my table"

Now Aemond had to smile slightly.

From that point on, you talked more. You began to enjoy the time together, it felt almost unforced.

You even had to admit to yourself that perhaps he wasn't such an unpleasant person after all. That underneath his hard, unpleasant shell, there was perhaps a pleasant core.

But still, the one thing you didn't tell each other was that you enjoyed each other's presence. You enjoyed the warmth that emanated from him. When he just sat next to you and you read. Likewise, you enjoyed watching him when he read. The way he would frown slightly from time to time. Or how he would gently move his thumb over his fingertips when he had read an interesting passage. It's the little things that made you curious about how his lips would feel on yours. If there would be a tingling sensation on your skin when he touches you with his long fingers.

But you would never tell him that.

Aemond was no different. Countless times he had only noticed after some time that he was staring at you. That he had lost himself in the way you kept running your fingers through your long hair while you devoured a book. How you clicked your tongue slightly when you didn't quite understand a passage and had to read it again. He wanted to hold you, touch you, even kiss you... but he would never confess it to you.

After a few moons had passed, a ball was on the agenda. There was a big secret about why this ball was taking place. You and Aemond were both not keen on the idea and had toyed with the idea of simply retreating to the library.

Aemond came to fetch you from your chambers that evening. When he stood at your door and you stepped out, he was momentarily speechless. He thought you were pretty, no question. But that evening you left him speechless. He just smiled at you slightly. You had returned his smile.

Together you went to the hall.

While the lords and ladies present danced, you enjoyed the food and drank.

You were in deep discussion with Aemond when a lord joined you at the table, "Prince Aemond. Princess y/n," he had bowed his head slightly.

You smiled at him, "Lord...?"

He smiled as well, "Lord Cregan Stark"

Aemond felt a slight twinge in his chest. He didn't like the way you smiled at each other at all. But he liked even less how that fact bothered him.

"I am pleased to finally make your acquaintance, Princess. I have longed for this day for a long time."

His direct manner did not make your smile disappear, "Oh? Is that so? I hope you are not disappointed"

"Certainly not. If all goes well, I will leave the capital and have found a betrothed"

He smiled briefly at you and bowed his head slightly as he moved away from the table again. You didn't quite understand what Lord Cregan meant by that until you noticed your mother watching you from across the table.

You stood up from the table. Aemond's gaze followed you.

You walked towards your mother. She smiled sweetly at you as you sat down beside her.

"Mother... would you like to tell me why this ball is being held? And why Lord Cregan is approaching me? Talking about finding a betrothed?"

Rhaenyra sighed, "You will have to marry eventually. You will have to father children. You will need an heir. For succession to the throne."

"And then you sell me to the North???" you were horrified.

"Don't be silly. I'm not selling you to the North. Lord Cregan would move here"

You just snorted.

"Lord Cregan isn't bad looking after all. You could do worse. And from the looks of it, you did get on well," she took your hand gently in hers.

"Mother. I'm not going to marry him," was the only thing you said in reply.

She looked into the celebrating crowd, your hand still in hers, "The betrothal is as good as decided. You should spend some time with him tonight. Get to know him a little."

You looked at her, aghast. But then a couple of lords joined you at the table to talk to your mother.

You left the hall in a huff.

Aemond hadn't taken his eyes off you the whole time and had sensed immediately that something was wrong. He got up from the table and followed you.

He called after you in the corridor, but you did not stop. When you were in your chambers, you leaned against the door from inside. Aemond stood on the other side of the door and knocked.

"Y/n... Please let me in. Talk to me…", he almost begs you.

You exhaled heavily and wiped away a tear that left your eye.

Slowly you opened the door.

He came in immediately and closed the door behind him. Seeing that tears were in your eyes, all he wanted to do was hold you, but he pulled himself together.

Instead he whispered to you, "What happened?"

"My mother... She wants to betroth me to Cregan Stark... She wants me to produce heirs..." you whispered.

Aemond stiffened. After a moment's silence, he spoke softly on, "...You shall go to the north...?"

You shook your head slightly, "No... he would come here"

He just nodded. But his chest ached. He knew this day would come, but still he had not expected it.

When all of a sudden you stepped towards him, "I don't want to marry him Aemond... I don't want to!"

You looked at the floor and wiped your eyes with the back of your hand. It broke his heart to see you like that. But he also knew the importance of doing his duty.

"I know... But you will have no choice," he whispers.

How he hated himself for that sentence.

When all of a sudden you looked up, "Yes... I will."

You stood on your tiptoes and hesitantly, yet determinedly, let your lips slide onto his. Your hands rested on his firm chest.

He did not expect that. At first he had not returned the kiss, but finally he could not help himself. His arms wrapped around your body and he pressed you against him.

"Aemond... claim me... Make me yours..." you whispered when you briefly interrupted the kiss.

He looked irritated, "Y/n... what?"

You took his face in your hands, "I want you Aemond. Not a lord from the north…"

Aemond couldn't believe his ears. He hesitated for a moment but let his lips slide back to yours.

That night he claimed you, and there have been many more times since.

You are still in the library. Aemond has pulled you to him on the sofa, he caresses your back gently.

"I should take you to your chambers," he whispers in your ear.

You gently stroke his chest and nod, "Will you stay with me tonight?"

He smiles, "If my princess commands me to."

You kiss him and murmur against his lips, "She does... she hasn't had enough of you yet"

He chuckles briefly.

Slowly he stands up and pulls you with him. You go to your chambers.

Once in your chambers, Aemond closes the door behind you after making sure no one is in the corridor. You are already walking towards your bed. Slowly you open your dress and let it slide to your feet. You step out of the dress and sit down on the bed. You sit with your knees bent and lean back a little, supporting yourself on your arms. You watch as Aemond walks towards you, slowly opening his waistcoat. You smile at him. A smile also curls his lips as he takes off his waistcoat. Arriving at the bed, he pulls you to the edge of the bed by the underside of your knees. You can't help but chuckle. He stands between your legs as he leans down to you, his hand resting on your cheek and he kisses you passionately. More kisses follow as he guides you onto your back. He hovers above you and you pull your leg over his hip. He still has his trousers on and the feel of the firm fabric on your bare skin makes you shiver. He presses his already great arousal against your wet folds. Your hands slide down his defined abdomen and you try to undo his trousers, but his fingers, which have now reached your wet folds, distract you. You gasp as his middle finger slides through your wetness.

"Fuck," he groans, "you're so wet... how did I get so lucky?" You just whimper as his fingers continue to rub into your arousal.

Finally, you manage to open the trousers and do not hesitate to reach in. You embrace his full length and he hisses at the touch. You let your hand slide up and down, he moves his hips to accommodate your movements. You pull his trousers down further, he helps you. Your naked skin lies on top of each other. His cock is coated with your moisture. Slowly he lets it slide through your folds, you whimper again.

"Mmhmm... you are really impatient today," he whispers to you.

"If you would do your duty better, I wouldn't be."

He just chuckles.

With one thrust he is inside you all at once. You gasp, his length filling you completely again.

He thrusts forward into you and your moans sound in unison. But you need more.

"Aemond... I... I..."

"Tell me what you need," he gasps.

"... Need you deeper... Closer!"

He doesn't hesitate long and moves your ankle over his shoulder, stretching you out and deepening the angle even more. You moan loudly and are joined by his deep grunts. You can't bring yourself to suppress your moan. The pleasure you feel is too great right now. You reach for his arms. Aemond thrusts into you with full intensity, you are almost sure that he will split you in two. The obscene sounds of your bodies fill your chambers. You are completely dazed and cannot think clearly as you grab his neck and pull him down to you. You kiss wildly, his thrusts do not let up. You are panting into each other's mouths.

"Thank you.. for fucking me, Aemond... I need... I need you so badly Aemond...", you murmur against his lips. You feel him grin slightly, "Anything for my princess..."

Aemond increases the speed of his thrusts. His balls keep slapping against your ass, and by now they are soaked with your arousal. The sweat of your bodies mixes. It smells of pure sex.

You feel yourself about to come, "Fuck... Aem...", but by then you are already clenching hard around his cock and taking him over the edge with you. You come together. Aemond is overwhelmed by his sudden climax and can't pull his cock out of you in time. His mind is blank, he just keeps thrusting into you and savoring his climax. You are both breathing heavily as his thrusts subside. Carefully, he takes your leg off his shoulder and drops onto the bed next to you. With great effort, you turn to him and gently kiss his lips. He holds you tightly in his arms.

"I have your seed inside me...," you whisper, still breathing heavily.

He nods slowly, "Apologies... I was overwhelmed," he pants, "I'll get you some moon tea tomorrow at noon."

You just nod slightly. He gently caresses your skin as you lay your head on his chest. Your eyes are closed and you just listen to his meanwhile soft breathing.

As Aemond slowly tries to sit up, you push him back onto the bed, "Stay... Stay tonight..." you whisper.

Aemond feels twinges in his chest area. Pleasant twinges...

He wraps his arms around you tighter, "Anything my princess commands me to do...", he whispers.

The next morning Aemond has persuaded you to go for a walk in the garden. You have done this often since the ball a few weeks ago. You strolled through the garden and kissed each other, hidden behind trees and hedges. You and Aemond have not spoken further of your betrothal to Lord Cregan. You do not know how Aemond feels about it. But it is clear to you how this story will end. You will not marry Lord Cregan. Every time your mother mentions your betrothal in a conversation, you end the conversation. You assure her that you will marry, but your mother is not aware that you want to marry Aemond. And since he has taken your maidenhood, she will have no choice but to agree.

Suddenly a servant approaches you and automatically you take a step away from Aemond. Your mother wants to speak to you and you are expected in the council chamber.

Together with Aemond you go there.

As you enter the council chamber, you see your mother and Alicent standing there. They are talking to each other but stop immediately as you enter.

"Mother? You sent for me?"

Aemond is standing right next to you.

Your mother smiles at you, "My girl..." she sighs, "The maidens have informed me that you have not bled for a little more than a moon."

Your breath catches and is accompanied by a nausea that overcomes you. You notice how Aemond stiffens beside you.

You are at a loss for words.

"Mother...", you stammer.

She interrupts you, "Have you lost your maidenhood?"

You look startled. From the look on your mother's face, you cannot tell how she will react. You look back and forth between Alicent and your mother. They both look at you questioningly.

Somehow you hope that Aemond will say something, that he will stand by it. There is an oppressive silence in the air.

You swallow hard and watch your hands as you nervously play with your fingers, "I... Mother...," you look up, "…yes."

Her eyes grow wide and Alicent holds her breath, looking like she's about to faint.

As your mother takes a step towards you, "Who took your maidenhood?? What were you thinking?! What about your betrothal?!"

Your throat tightens and aches, your eyes burn, from the tears that well up in your eyes... You don't know what to say. You have not thought this scenario through that far.

When Alicent has regained her composure, she suddenly intervenes, "Aemond! Why didn't you do something?? You were supposed to be watching her!"

Again, this oppressive silence spreads.

Tears come to your eyes again and you look down at your fingers again, but now you hear Aemond.

"Mother... I did.. I did something," he stammers.

Alicent just looks at him with wide eyes questioningly. You hear him breathing heavily.

But now he sounds more confident, "I took her maidenhood, mother. It's my child"

Startled, you look to the side, but Aemond does not return your gaze.

He takes your hand and now looks at your mother, "And I will marry her"

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liannafae · 22 hours ago

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And if I say I need a sequel, what then?

whatever may come

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⟢summary: aemond punishes his maidservant after catching her talking to a stableboy. he, however, will not recognize the consequences to his actions later on.

⟢pairing: dark! aemond targaryen x servant reader

⟢warnings: 18+, MDNI, noncon, dubcon, oral m receiving, cum play?, p in v sex, rough sex, possessiveness, degradation. I think that's it?

⟢wc: 2,700

⟢notes: lol this was inspired by a tiktok edit?? anyways I think this is dark? I apologize if this sounds like crap, I ruined my sleep schedule for this?? haha

⟢byka līve: little whore

She silenced her whimpers to the best of her ability, her lower lip caught between her teeth so tightly that she could taste the metallic drops of her blood as the man above her painfully gripped the very roots of her hair jerking her trembling body away from his lap to the stone cold floor.

She looked up through her eyelashes as she watched him correct her posture to his liking like a mere doll, the same ones she would watch him play with in the privacy of his sister’s chambers whenever she did her maid duties.

After he had settled her into her knees, she immediately let out a sigh of relief as that burn waved itself away to solace. She continued to look at him, back and forth between his lone violet eye and his sparkling sapphire that only seemed to strangely glow whenever she was present. His expression was unreadable from the previous austere one where moments ago he remorselessly and brutally, to be quite clear, hit multiple blows against her bottom, making her count each and every single one without tears in her eyes. She never knew how to count, but Aemond made sure to teach her with each hit upwards to twenty.

She knew Aemond was angry and he had every right to be. Earlier on the day as he was training with his mother’s knight, Criston Cole, out in the outer yard when he spotted his favorite maidservant blushing and laughing with a plainly featured stableboy as his dirty little fingers swept back a piece of loose hair out of her face.

Never once did Aemond ever see his maidservant smile that brightly before much less directed towards him. And she had no reason to whatsoever. His presence did not bring her joy or an ounce of merriment, it was much the opposite of that. So why did Aemond believe that he deserved a little smile when all he ever did was defile, break and use her all whilst making her cry in the end?

There was only one reason a low born male like him smiled that way and Aemond shunned those ill fitting thoughts out of his mind for he did not want to think of another man touching his maidservant.

She was his and his only, no one else’s. And she’d do well to remember that.

“Undress me, byka līve” Aemond demands, speaking the last two phrases in his ancestral language. Never knowing what they meant, if they were expressed appreciatively or aimed in an appraising matter.

Deep down she had an inkling that they were not.

She blinked, hesitantly bringing herself up from the floor. Just as she began to unfasten his black leather doublet, her hair was tugged yet again before her knees were bent back down against the stone.

She winced, carefully not to make any sound.

“No, byka līve, not there. Here—” His fingers threaded her hair more tightly, pressing her face flat against his pelvis. She could feel the swellness of his cock across her face, where the base of his manhood started nudging at the bottom of her chin and where the pulsating tip pressed a little above her eyes.

But what astonished her the most was the small wet patch that amplified the smell of his sex. Surely, this was not what she thought it was.

There was only one way to find out.

The one eyed prince released his tight grip on the roots of her hair. She wondered that by the end of the night, after he was done with her if there would be any hair left. Her hair was the only thing she liked about her appearance, the smooth texture with hidden silver highlights.

“Look at me while you undress me”

With a shaky breath, she nodded as her hands moved to unlace his breeches, tugging down just below where his stones ended until the garment pooled at his feet. A part of her felt grateful it was him she was looking and not his throbbing parts.

Aemond was determined to peak again, seeing his red faced maidservant so obedient and frightened before him. It almost made him want to reward her with either his fingers or tongue or mayhaps both.

But she wasn’t here for a reward. She was unbefitting for such a thing. It was because of her whore like behavior akin to the sordid ones in the Silk of Street that filthy stableboy had his eyes already set on her.

And he can not have that happening.

Without further warning, she feels two of his fingers ruthlessly being shoved at the back of her throat. He gives her no time to settle what he was doing to her as his long digits begin to pump in and out of her at an outrageous pace that involuntarily makes her eyes produce tears.

Above her, she hears her prince hum with a dark look in his eye that sends shivers down her spine. She shouldn’t be enjoying this, it was wrong. This act, along with the various ones from previous nights and mayhaps the forthcoming ones, were suitable for a married woman and her husband. Not a prince and his maidservant. She stood to gain nothing from this.

“This mouth is mine” Aemond breathlessly whispered as his fingers curled in a come hither motion, her lips kissing his knuckles. At his words, she lets out a series of sobs loud enough for Aemond to tug her head back in distaste.

“What? Do you have something to say in the matter? Do you not think you belong to me?”

She shut her eyes, flinching at the sonority of his voice, thinking by doing that he would go away dissatisfied and search for someone to take her place.

But her silence only seemed to anger him more.

“Fucking answer me, byka līve!” he yells close to her ear.

For the first time since her counting, she spoke with a shaking voice. “Y-y-yes, Your Grace”

“Yes what? Hmm?”

She gasps and opens her eyes feeling her prince’s fingers twist and pinch her covered hard nipple, “I’m- I’m yours, my prince”

“You don’t sound so convinced that you are, byka līve” he licks his lips before tutting. Such a sound made her feel alarmed and more frightened. “Do I need to remind you, again?” Aemond asks, bringing his hand to his manhood.

As familiarized as she was with his nakedness, she could not help to invite herself to look at all of him. Centimeters close to her face, stood his very erect cock, thick and heavy as she saw last, skin pulled back to reveal his needy red tip with mix remnants of arousal and spend.

It brought her shame and disgust the way her core seemed to long and yearn for the fullness he brought upon her.

Aemond, frustrated in her lack of words, taps the tip of his cock on her bottom lip before he shoves his way into her warm mouth. He could feel his maidservant whine uncomfortably from only taking half of him. Fucking weak whore. Aemond cursed to himself. He knew she could take more, she had done so before.

“Fuck”

Her chest heaves rapidly trying to keep her air supply to the best she can and opening her mouth wider to make it easier for her to suit his thickness since it had been a while since his cock rested around her lips. Her prince, as of late, preferred to be inside her walls in all the hours of the day and night. In that order.

Once the one eyed prince was certain her mouth had accommodated his size, he took no more time yanking her head down sheathing every inch to the back of her throat, sighing in pleasure.

The vibrations of her whimpers spurred Aemond on as his hips started to thrust in and out of her lips, slowly at first to enjoy the soft ridges that her throat had to offer and her tongue. Seven Hells, her tongue instinctively raising up whenever his tip rested there for a second, making him forget the reason why he was doing this in the first place. Her punishment.

“Are–you…fuck– starting to fucking remember who you b-belong to, byka līve? Hmm?” Aemond asked, wrapping his hand around her throat to feel the bulge of his cock sliding in and out.

“Y-yes” she forces out through the tightness of her throat, trails of drool escaping the corners of her mouth. Aemond darkly laughs and moans at her response as his hips hasten their speed, chasing his nearing peak.

“Good girl” he coos, his eye looking down at her flushed face. “My good sweet girl” —thrust— “I’m going to cum on your face” (a/n: listen to this tiktok if you want to hear him say it lol xD okay byeee)

She has no time to react as she feels hot ropes of his seed spurting all across her face. From her eyes to her cheeks and lips she feels it all.

She hears her prince groan, as he pumps his cock faster feeling his second release coming again.

And this time she knew to tilt her away to not get any more on her eyes or her hair. She heard stories from other maids that a man’s seed would knot into hair, making it impossible to get rid of. She didn’t know if it was true or not but she did not want to take her chances.

“Just as I was beginning to think to reward you” He hissed, pulling her to stand. She whimpers, her head hot and spinning from getting up too fast.

The raged prince spins his maidservant around, using the dagger Cole gifted him for his fourteenth nameday to rip through her night shift right below the dimples of her arse. The temperature of his chambers, which wasn’t too cold nor warm, caused the little hairs around on her body to raise.

She tried to cover her bareness with her hands, whatever could fit on her palms. Since the beginning of their coupling, Aemond commanded her that she was to keep her shift on, only slightly raised to her hips. Not that she had any complaints, but it made her truly wonder why he’d be bare and not her.

“This” Aemond cups her soaked mound, “Cunt is mine. Mine only to fuck and to do whatever I please. It’s not some filthy– dolt stableboy’s” He growls next to her.

She parts open her lips at the realization that he was the heated gaze she felt on her back when she was discussing with Linus at the outer yard. She should have known her prince would be there training every morning like he always was. But it must have slipped her mind somehow.

Aemond scowls, “I saw you, byka līve. Saw you speaking to him and letting him touch you. Saw him leave your room”

She doesn’t get the chance to reply; to tell him that what he saw was not what it looked like. But her tongue was caught between her teeth before he roughly drags her body to slightly bend her over by his dressing mirror, giving himself a few vigorous pumps as he watches his proud work dripping on his pretty maidservant’s face.

“Please, my prince. It isn’t…oh!” Feeling him enter in one sharp thrust deep, she gasps at the sudden fullness. There wasn’t any part of her that was empty, her cunt felt so deliciously stuffed to the brim.

“It isn’t what? Are you telling me that my eye deceives me?” He asks in a strain voice, trying to hold his authority over her whilst controlling his sounds of pleasure. “Did I or did I not see you fucking laughing with him or—Seven Hells—letting his dirty little fingers touch you? Must I remind you it is a grave offense to lie to your prince, byka līve?”

White hot pleasure runs deep inside her belly as his thrusts quicken to get an answer from her yet she struggles to keep her composure. “N-no, my prince, Linus came t-t-to meee. He said I had a ladybug on my hair and—” she rolls her head back to rest on his shoulder feeling her peak coming closer and closer. “Said I was pretty b-but, my prince—”

Wanting to hear no more of this, Aemond stopped his movements, much to his dismay, wrapping his hand around her throat so tightly she knew it would bruise like the other times he took her from the same exact position.

“Oh, he called you pretty did he? I wonder what he’ll think now with my spend on your face”

Fear and embarrassment wormed itself to her body. She did not want anyone to see her this way, exposed, bare, and being fucked by the prince of the Queen’s second eldest son. Soon enough when the time came when she was no longer useful to him, she thought about lying to her future husband–if she ever met one worthy of taking her far away from King’s Landing–persuading him she was still pure, not touched by a possessive prince.

“No please, my prince” She protested as Aemond grabbed the small little bell that was used to call in a Kingsguard.

He ignored her pleas not even attempting to hide her nakedness or her pearly white soaked face as Ser Arryk walked into the chamber being instructed to bring Linus from the stables.

“Hush, byka līve” He cooed behind her, repositioning his cock back into her entrance. Any moment longer, he felt like his cock would explode from another release being denied. “Now, I might not let him in but only if you do not hide your sounds”

She nods to the vigorous deep thrusts Aemond sets in, feeling more of her slick dripping down her thighs, aiding to the heavy slapping sound of their sex coming as one. She arched her back against Aemond’s chest, releasing mixes of intense pants and moans, gazing at the way Aemond’s face scrunches from bliss through the mirror.

“Give it to me” Aemond groans, feeling his maidservant’s cunt flutter and clench around him. A sign that her peak was forthcoming. He snakes his hand down to her bud and curses loudly at how wet she was.

She is a whore. Aemond thinks as he circles the bundle of nerves.

At this, she gives Aemond a series of loud cries that she knew would be heard throughout the Keep. And in the morrow the castle would be surrounded with heavy gossip of who the lewd sounds belonged to and who caused them.

“Gods, fuck!”

Aemond smiled through the mirror, fucking her through her peak until he too began to yell out in ecstasy. His seed spilling deep into her womb.

After their breaths settled, two loud knocks followed by the voice of Ser Arryk caused her to look at her prince in panic, hoping he’d dismiss them since she did what he asked her to do.

“Come,” Aemond loudly announced, grabbing a cup of Pentoshi wine from his dinner table, ignoring the sobbing pleas from his maidservant.

She tried to back away, desperately needing to shield herself away but that only caused the silver prince to tut and shake his head as a warning.

The door shut loudly behind Linus as he came into the chambers, slowly and unsure why he was being called into the Prince’s chambers at this hour when he should be sleeping.

“Linus, is it?” Aemond questioned, even though he knew the answer.

Linus averts his gaze from the Prince’s nakedness, and nods. “Y-yes, my prince, if it pleases you”

“Well, Linus. I am in need of your opinion, and I want you to be honest with me. Do you think that she looks glorious—pretty even, with my cum on her face?”

She can not bring herself to look at the red headed man she considered a friend, knowing that the loud silence lingering around confirmed that he did not find her pretty like he had called her, hours ago.

In fact, no one would ever find her pretty now. She was ruined and now a whore, like her mother had been when she too was seduced by a prince.

a/n: if requested ill release two parts of this (one when aemond meets her and another for what happens next lol)

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