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I hope you had a great Christmas! And that you have fun on your cruise! Let us know if you spot any mermaids. :)
I am back now from the cruise!! It was a lot of fun!!!! I did not see any Mermaids or merlads despite stopping by Atlantis in the Bahamas.
BUT I DID GET TO SEE ATLANTIS’ REALLY AWESOME AQUARIUM AND GO ON THE WATER SLIDE THAT GOES THROUGH A SHARK TANK
Pics and vids below
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The thing I love the most about the current arc is the writing and pacing. It’s very obvious this type of storytelling is Endo’s strong suit. Compared to more contrived stories in the other arcs this one feels consistent and realistic. It’s so grounded. I was so shocked when watching the movie because the whole story just felt fake but now I get why. This man was not made for family friendly content and I’m glad he got (even if just for a moment) to focus on what he’s good at
#spy x family#sxf#not all the other arcs suck btw#the bus one the cruise one before loid shows up and the wheeler one were also quite nice#the rest don’t necessarily suck just pale in comparison#Ashe is probably one of my favorite mangas like it’s clear where his writing shines
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tom cruise is so overrated like why did everyone in the 80s idolize this guy he just plays the same fucking character in EVERY SINGLE ONE of his films. the same energetic, savvy, charismatic dude who's also considered attractive by the straight women and who can do it all. basically, he just plays tom cruise.
why
the only two movies where he ISN'T playing tom cruise are probably top gun, where he is on fucking quaaludes and shows very little emotion in comparison to everyone else (even the fucking blonde chick, whose acting is horrific), and interview with the vampire, where he is playing a gay vampire whose character is so drastically different from tom cruise that i legit forgot it was him.
those are THE ONLY times. EVER.
#ash ranting#tom cruise#i don't get it#why is tom cruise#tom cruise makes the straight guys gay#and the straight girls love him#but he's not even good at acting!#he doesn't have a lot of range#pls straight women help me understand the hype#he still plays tom cruise in rain man#it's just that dustin hoffman plays a much MUCH more complex character so everyone focuses on that instead#and i don't even like rain man
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Literally go here
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So I was scrolling on Facebook (I only scroll at like 1-3 am) and I came across this picture and it got me thinking!
We need a cruise ship for ducks! 🦆🛳️🦆🛳️🦆
Think about it…
We get a cruise ship, (it can be on the smaller end because like they’re ducks, and humans are bigger than ducks)
We make it duck friendly! (We take out most of the human things that ducks don’t need, but keep the cute stuff like comfy chairs for them to take pictures on)
We do a test inspection (with a mama duck and a bunch of cuties aka baby ducks)
We staff it (with 2 vets just in case, and some duck lovers)
We record it! (Get the running and tapping of the little feet on the different floors and we can see what they like about there vacations)
Send it on an actual cruise with actual people that love ducks and just chill with ducks for a vacation!
And it shall be called: “The duck boat”
Ok have a good night 💖
(It’s 3:51 am in January 2024)
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i would go on a cruise with you 🌊🚢💥🚒🏳️🌈
this the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me
#lets go baby#cruises terrify me but ill go with you just so we can have the most homoerotic moments amidst the chaos of the sea#ryan gets mail#ash tag
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The next chapter of Dawn in Ashes is up on Ao3!
#doctor who#rose tyler#tenth doctor#ten x rose#tenrose#timepetals#dw fanfic#Dawn in ashes#that thing i write#I really missed writing and posting#like it’s this terrifying excitement thing#I’m cruising the endorphines until I crash and start second guessing everything lol
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Al Pacino aged like milk
#txt#he’s like a beautiful anime broad in dog day afternoon and like a moldy bread in cruising#five years and the scrote turns to ash while the women around him are refined like a finely crafted sword
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Shiprocked Announces Music Lineup For Sold-Out 2024 Excursion
The Press Release: The dynamic music lineup for ShipRocked 2024 will be led by I Prevail and will also feature Killswitch Engage, Beartooth, Highly Suspect, Code Orange, Badflower, a special solo performance from Johnny Stevens of Highly Suspect and more February 4-10, 2024 onboard Carnival Magic. The 14th sailing of ShipRocked departs from Miami, Florida, stopping in three new ports for the…
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#announcements#ask4 entertainment#badflower#beartooth#black stone cherry#brkn love#cassyette#catch your breath#code orange#crobot#dayseeker#dead poet society#dorothy#eva under fire#from ashes to new#highly suspect#i prevail#killswitch engage#music cruise announcements#music cruises#scene queen#shiprocked#shiprocked 2024#the warning#tigercub#winona fighter#yonaka
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"cylinder" on the spice rack. fascinating. and a little bit sweet
#telomirage.txt#friends at the table#'what's a peppermint cruise?'#dksjfjfjfjfk 'this one just says 'it's a volcano''#FKFFJFJGLGL PICCOLO 'oh no I tumped it on my salad'#lmaooo caspian rigging a bet to try to bribe piccolo into not eating the EXTREMELY spicy salad#oh my GOD 'IT'S ASH' 'oh! it's a volcano. DON'T EAT THAT'#i love how piccolo is just like 'hey fawn I lied it is spicy but it's great'
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Can we get this made into a movie playing Tom Cruise to play Mitch?
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[You gotta explain this ice game to me. It just allows that broth to like build and train ran gently along, amid ash trees. And then by the time it's all melted, it's going to simmer for maybe 30 minutes.]
#s33e14 cruising capital cities#guy fieri#guyfieri#diners drive-ins and dives#ice game#ash trees#broth#time#30 minutes
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Lily Maymac 🌸💋🍒🌸 🤩 @gucci & meeting @kiwilechan 😍
#lilymaymac#beautiful#sexy#babes#models#instagram models#fashion#selfie#may 2023#south korea#seoul#gyeongbokgung palace#thursday 18#sexy smile#ash blonde#kiwilechan#gucci#gucci beauty#gucci cruise 2024
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Ahh I love this! 💖
Cruise water slides are so fun!!!
Ahh 💖💖
And I’m 18 so I can go to the casino now!
Ahh yay 💖
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bobby and athena's individual closures in the last two seasons have been on such biblical proportions. the grief will always be there, of course, but they've reached the point where they can forgive themselves (bobby) and forgive the others (athena) and in their wake all that's left is a burned down house, a sunken cruise ship, the remnants of a plane on a highway, and their love and belief in each other proven again and again and again. everything is literally ash and char and drowned and crashed except for what they have together and they're ready to start a new life
#i love them so much im so curious to where we're going from here with them#bathena#911#911 spoilers#mimi.txt
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Lady with Teal Eyes || Aemond x Aunt!Hightower Reader (Part Two)
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author’s note: writing more chapters of a sad dragon family series. I’ll be on a Norwegian cruise line for Italy and Greece for 2 weeks. I’m gonna be seasick, I already know it. So I’ll be writing this series before I leave. Please enjoy and have a good day.
warnings: incest, cockwarming, teasing, sucking, p in v, rough play, flirting, wholesome moment, jealous aemond, possessive, roughness, mild manhandling, mild degradation, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex, second hand embarrassment, dark content, mentions of su*cide, Aemond being too touchy with his aunt, degradation, humiliation.
summary: Aemond meets his aunt for the first time, and there’s more than meets the eye. (there will be three parts).
The preparations for the celebration of King Viserys has reached closer whilst you accompanied Alicent into the corridor, corridor after corridor of a long tour within the Red Keep. Servants bowed as you all passed. Cold bows and cold eyes lingered, despite their bare minimums of smiling graciously at your direction, as Alicent presented the halls with lavish decor. However, mostly it was green and gold. But others blended it with black and red.
As always, you’re marveled by the exquisite lace and embroidered patterns and a clear structure of its final design of artwork is invigorating. The stitching is what you’re most impressed of.
As all Targaryens and Hightowers strolling, Alicent parted ways with her children, unbeknownst to you, the one-eyed prince had his hands behind his back, violet shade of eye looming over your new gown designed by the seamstress, all soft-shaded periwinkle, strapped with gold embroidery and green and red, streaks of iridescent shun upon sunlight, your manes healthy and glowing, maintained through and through.
You knew he was watching. With his precious one violet eye gleaming at the back of your head, your body shivered in an alien sensation. As for Aemond, a dragon’s hunger is anything but stable or sane. A dragon’s hunger is like a breath of wild fire casted to the torch of the wondrous nature and life itself. The fire eats and leaves the bones of ash, dwindling in midair.
Aegon I altered the history and thus, House Targaryen must stand with unity and strength and blood.
Still parted aways after an idle chat, for Alicent to task with decorations, as her children were long gone, back into your large chambers, you were unpacking your materials for the completion on a quilt, a quilt with colorful dragons and mermaids and ships, various shades of sews and needles unpacked, as the back of your neck tingled with goosebumps as you felt a hot breath stroking.
Before you turned around, large and slender hands travelled over your clothed waist, nearly close to your chest above. A writhe of hot tingle rushing in your coils and chest. A quiet breath strained, lax down to a low hiss, a hiss nearly tickling your skin. No servants were around, no Alicent or Gwayne.
Aemond, a one-eyed prince has lurked and captured you. A princess sent by a Maiden herself. The fiery dragon must seize the princess.
You thought he has gone back to training yard with Ser Criston, as Alicent mentioned once at the entryway within a prolonged conversation.
“Aemond—”
His face inched close to yours, his supple and pretty lips touched your cheeks, trailed down to your jawline, whilst his left hand grasp your face to stay still. The pool between your legs gradually strengthened its warmth and slick, easily for the prince to prance and insert into your tight hole. Under the layers of silk dress, Aemond bunched the layered fabrics to your waist.
You never had a noble taken an interest in you. The only that interests them is the brightness of your teal eyes.
A mesmerizing glow of your hues has yanked his curiosities. His mother never mentioned him about you—not even once in a dubious talk.
Better late than never.
With his hand, fingers strapped, and his trimmed nails clutched the fabric of your corset, the laces loosener it in smooth motion, loosening around your frame, breasts ached as his hand—his cold hand—brushed and pinched your nipple while his other hand found his way your thigh, grasped as Aemond’s tongue flicked and his lips pressed a chaste kiss to your clit.
A moan escaped, your mouth shielded, you face drowned in flush, as Aemond’s heart leapt in satisfaction. Humming, he stood up and inserted his fingers into your cunt, thrusting the fingers in with doubled speed as your moans grew louder, but restrained the pleasure into your chest, holding it. The walls in the Red Keep are dire; servants and nobles and guards walked passed and patrolled through wall and doors. Even the highest nobles strolled by.
“Fuck,” is all he said, as if it was a prayer. “Your cunt might be as Holy as the Maiden herself.”
His lips sucked your swollen tit.
“My prince,” you cried softly. “Please. The guards, my brother and sister will see us.”
“I do not care of their pious thoughts.”
“I’m your aunt, my pri—”
“Don’t fight it, my sweet,” he said, giving a sensual flick on his warm tongue to your swollen flesh, “I might give you a reason to have bruise on you, ones that they’ll never find on your skin.” His hands grasped your waist, trailing with soft strokes. “You’re humiliated. Maybe there’s more than meets the eye.”
Based on his words, you never thought you found it attractive, considering the soft spoken voice, hoarse with arousal.
“Don’t fight it. If you fight against this, this subtle encounter between us, you’ll never forgive yourself,” he whispered, his wet lips brushed yours. “If you have been, you would shoved me away. Would you like that, princess? Shoving me away?”
His voice ragged dampened your cunt and clit twitched at his sound.
“Seems you enjoy it. You’re a good princess. But alas,” he pulled himself afar, the warmth on your body began to turn a chill.
“I shall see you at the feast. Enjoy your stay.” His neck went for a stiff bow, but his eye glued with plea for your consideration of his statement, whether you accept his offer or not, and departed your apartment—a once organized structure is now filled with clutter and oozing sex and the arousal groans you shared has imprinted in your head, you find yourself still with embarrassment.
In a way, a blessing in disguise when no one, not even Gwayne, saw or heard your affairs with a young dragon prince.
You have seen the arrival of Rhaenyra and Daemon and the children, you had a short introduction to all Black faction.
The dinner celebration for Viserys’s nameday celebration has been all but cumbersome. You felt a subtle hostility, but to due your presence, it has lessened but somewhat guarding up—all due to pettiness.
As you, making a progression with your father, it was all but cold distance even you and Otto were near. Not once he looked at you with adoration like he shared his adoration with Princess Helaena, showing her teal beetle. The Green children are all strained; Aegon had his fair share of capable stupidity to throw down a nasty comment of his cousins and nephews.
Daeron was disappointed with Aegon’s perversions, but Daeron veered at you with a kind smile and made a polite conversation with you. Once again, Otto did not acknowledged of your accomplishments. You felt sick in the stomach, and it’s not your bright gold and yellow dress you have finished making. Tears behind your eyes was arising, and your throat budged with hot and parched sting.
Aemond clenched his fist, for his anger was directed at his grandsire for not noticing you. That damnable old fool—if only Otto sees how your talents. When Viserys disregarded Aemond, even his siblings, he wanted nothing more than to see him dead. But alas, with your existence, it’s almost as if Viserys’s existence just naturally died out.
You pardoned yourself, and Alicent thereby dismissed you, you bowed and left to your chambers, spent the rest of the night weeping, thinking what have you done wrong.
As you exited, the tensed feeling withdrew, and Otto was happy again. And so, without a doubt, Aemond gave a good jab on Otto, which caused a disastrous supper for everyone. The music stopped. As for Aegon and Daemon, they found it amusing while Alicent ordered the guards to escort Aemond way back to his chambers.
For Aegon, this was a win for him. He’s not in trouble for once.
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In dreams, you have never seen your mother, what she appears like or what she sounds like or how her personality was. The only thing that is closest to being a mother to you is the wetnurse or the servants or the Septa who provided you with assistance on your daily appearances and wisdom. Whenever a servant brushes your hair, you often think of what it feels like to have a mother brushing your manes with care and doting manner, a soft voice to soothe your aching heart, where doubts and fears would go away.
In times of sleep, you often thinking of ending your life, just to see your biological mother on the other side. Or perhaps more than just seeing your mother. There are times where you hated your life, and you want nothing more but to end it.
People have often told stories of your mother, though it felt it was a grave mistake. Some say she fled away to Free Cities, some said she ended her life from the highest tower of Oldtown and fell down to the sea. There are rumors where Otto took you because you’re adopted, or perhaps he had a secret, illicit affairs.
The cold feeling rushed in you as your eyes pricked with tears. With somebody telling you stories of your late mother, it brought no peace. Only the enigma of your shadowed doubts and an endurance of chaotic insanity, to question whether your life is real, if you’re real in this world with purpose.
The servants have been kind to you more than the nobles, the more everyone pointed out your flaws and the insignificance of your existence, you lead to believe that you’ll never be loved.
And cried once more. Each night, your tears flooded in pillows and blanket, as you embraced the closest object, pretended that it’s your late mother. An endless of an anguish thought has been a hazard.
Only the echoes of the walls could hear you and the pillows has stained, under your hug squeezed the material as hard, wishing for the pain to go away.
In his awake, he’s a perfect prince, but in his dreams, he’s a beast.
A beast kept within a shell of a noble man.
He has dreamt of your teal eyes basking in his dark dreamland, your voice, how it was yearning so much more. A dark dreamland filled with scornful memories of his nephews and Aegon, and the pink dread. He had kill all of them in his dreams, even the fat pig.
With a scolding from his mother, he couldn’t care less. He wanted your presence to be acknowledged by your father, but how can Otto be so cynically dimwitted and more offensively calculating against you?
When the servants spoke over how you’re not related to Alicent, chances are why Otto was pretending that your presence is nothing more than a useless and meaningless substance of meaning to exist.
Others said that they haven’t seen you gone out from your apartments—and that was recent.
Aemond visited you, presented you with a gift, but the word from you not leaving the apartments has concerned. Thus his mind came up an idea.
You have several servants entering the room with stack of your favorite meals and drink—including lemon cakes and Dornish wine.
One knows someone’s best interest. Whoever did it, your heart is elated. As soon as Aemond came in, you hadn’t known whether he knew something that you don’t. Somehow, his intimidating presence softens your heart, prickled in relief.
For some reason, when Alicent paid you a visit, although shortened, she was concerned of your health, you hadn’t formed a proper conversation; Alicent hasted when the Council has called for her summon, but gave her regards.
Aemond accompanied you for a while in your apartments, and chat whatever discussion came up. Each minute and each hour, the two of you became close, became so close that you or him hadn’t open your hearts, despite what he did to you days ago. With your cunt coiled at his face, his voice and neck, his waist, you find yourself crossing your legs, aroused and squirming beside him. You wondered and imagined of Aemond’s tongue guiding and gliding your soaked cunt. At this moment, you wanted tackle him and suffocate him with your legs wrapped around him, taking in of your nectar.
“I’m glad you are doing well, princess,” Aemond said to you. “For I have been concerned of your well-being. A delicate flower such as you does not deserve the cruelty of my grandsire or anyone in the matter of your visit.”
“He’s always been difficult,” you explained. “No matter how much I’ve improved with my skill, he’ll never sees as his or my sister’s equal.”
“In ways my mother and grandsire are more intolerable. Though I respect my mother, I find myself with bore with my grandsire has to say. If anything, I’m glad your presence has casted a light into the dread.”
In Aemond’s case, however, found you as exquisite as gentle as the blooming flower. His one took a longer glimpse at you and notice the difference—how your eyes glinted in glee while your cheeks adorned with youthful flush and enamored smile. Oh so pure and harmless. He hasn’t seen his mother and his siblings. As for Otto, he hasn’t spoke to him since supper at Viserys’s nameday after sending a jab across the face—out of character for a self-assured prince.
Oh, to ruin you.
“Thank you for the meal, Prince Aemond. You don’t know how much I’m relieved to say this,” you said as you finished the embroidery on your unfinished dress you sewn.
Aemond found your gowns just as otherworldly as you.
Consequences won’t matter; Viserys nor anyone else in the room care for his presence. Perhaps it is a blessing, perhaps it is for the best for you to be settled here in King’s Landing, as long you’re in content, nothing else matters, but if harm does come, he shall smite the immoral act. Aemond is no perfect, but with you, he’d be at his best behavior.
“Then I shall relieve you,” he proclaimed.
You find yourself halted at his declaration and glimpsed at his resolved expression.
Something has stirred in your heart that you wanted more than the civil interactions, wanted more than having someone to converse with you.
Tossing and turning onto your bed was all but a doozy. Dizzy from pivoting and switching positions, you had enough. Dreams had come again. This time it’s Aemond calling out to you, feasting on your wet folds and pumping his lithe and graceful rugged fingers in you. Ever since the day before Viserys’s nameday, with Aemond’s thirst, your legs ached.
For a Hightower, it’s a sin to self-pleasure one’s body—a selfish immoral act.
Somehow you found it odd. If a man does self-pleasure, no court would turn the eye, but a woman does self-pleasure with hasting fingers and naughtiness is considered dire.
Faith of the Seven had their own laws, but you knew that men and women had their fair share of illest secrets. Lucky for you, Alicent and everyone in the Red Keep does not know your impure thoughts. The room became hot, then cold, then all at once, the breath in your lips became ragged and desperate. You wanted someone to hold you, treasure you, seduce with sweet nothings and sweet promises with adore.
For your years of not having a partner, you have begun to fear of not having pleasure. In the heating moment, you thought of what’s like losing your maidenhood to someone with a big cock.
You wanted a cock.
His cock.
Oh, a dragon prince. If Aemond hears your thoughts, you’d run away and never to return Westeros and give yourself a new name and fashion.
Damn the consequences and the punishments from the Lord Hand and the Queen themselves! Damn the Faith of the Seven and their laws!
With your fingers circling your clit, no climax arrived. Thus, you casted your blankets aside with a huff, setting out to see him.
Trudging through the dark halls, the guards were nowhere to be found, assuming the guards went elsewhere. As you made your way to the doors, you approached and entered the chambers where you have found Aemond on his bedside.
Your breath held back, taking in at the sight of Aemond. With his porcelain skin and his long silver-blond hair, it gleamed under moonlight, appearing paler compared to daylight. His eye had an old scar, and his eyepatch was placed elsewhere.
Watching his body rising and falling within breath, you approached him and kissed his back, planted your light kisses, feeling the smooth surface of his skin.
Aemond awoke and turned, found you kissing his back.
“My lady,” he whispered, one eye widened, as you stare at his sapphire. It was beautiful like him.
You placed your finger on his lips.
“Have you come to made a decision?” he asked.
Your lashes fluttered under his gaze. “What do you think, my prince?”
Then your lips collided with his. Aemond was taken aback of your sudden act. Eventually, his consciousness fell; with his lips shared an illicit chaste kiss, his hands uncloaked you, and roamed on your womanly body, caressing you, until you began to undo his trousers, his cock hardened.
“This won’t take long,” you promised, slowly pinning him down onto the pillows, unstrapped yourself naked and sat in between his legs. You didn’t expect for his cock to harden.
Your eyes darted to his, awaiting. And thus, you yanked his trousers downward, unveiling his hardened cock. You eyes widened at the sheer size. Your maidenhood hasn’t been taken yet. Your future prospects of marriage hasn’t arrived, but it feels as the more you wait, the more your chances of marriage dimmed. With your body descended, the maidenhood had met his engorged tip.
Aemond lay still, watching you. His sapphire eye gleamed at its victory.
Your voice moaned aloud; your maidenhood slammed down, his engorged cock tightened on your damped walls. Gradually, the pace on your hips sped. You have never felt anything as good. Prayers in the sept are insatiably helpful compare to the prince’s cock.
You have never felt so alive.
Aemond knew you’re a virgin; your hips bounced all thanks to the guidance of his hands.
He pleasured a woman in the brothel in the Street of Silk at the age of three-and-ten. As a young boy, he regretted making a decision by making himself a fool to go along with Aegon and his shenanigans. He was expecting Viserys to guide him gently into the world, but the Driftmark incident has left Aemond concluded that Viserys, his father, did not spare a single kindness or thought and only spared it Rhaenyra and her sons.
All hope was lost until he saw you—a radiant maiden.
You reached your high, as Aemond clutched your hips, spurring down the hot semen bursting the inner walls—a divine conclusion.
Gasping for air, your legs stood achingly, leaving white traces of his semen dripping down on his balls and thighs. When Aemond tried to assisted you, but instead his face met your open legs and slammed your went against his chiseled face and nose.
Fuck my maidenhood, you thought, desperate, as your hips gyrated, feeling his warm tongue and the sharp line of his nose encouraged your arousing sense to further the climax, as your right hand found its way at the back of Aemond’s hair.
Aemond find himself humming against the warmth of your cunt, mingling with his semen. It was a divination, nothing like the brothel. If only his virginity had taken by you instead of a woman who hasn’t live up to her beauty and standards of gentile and grace. Streets of Flea Bottom aren’t to be trusted. His lips kissed your inner thighs, gliding his tongue, and pumped it in between your walls.
Groaning, almost feral-like, your hips paced, your tits bouncing as your walls grew hot again.
“Relieve me,” you said to the prince, hoarse. A soft squeak caught into his ears.
I shall relieve you, my sweet. Just as I promised, he thought.
Your hips gyrated harder, until the spurring had come close; hot liquid squirted on his face as Aemond’s tongue lapped on your cunt faster than last. Your head threw back with his languid strokes on his warm tongue.
Gods it was a miracle.
He has taken your maidenhead.
“Good boy,” you cooed, your breath rasped, your hand still placed on the back of his long silver-blond hair, gyrating your tired hips against his face.
Both you and Aemond found yourselves in elation.
“Good boy.”
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