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safely-in-vhagars-belly · 3 months ago

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DARK!Aemond x servant reader

Aemond keeps you as his servant and summons you to his chambers...

Warnings: oral sex, smut, power abuse, fucking, blood, blackmail, loss of virginity and vaginal sex and more unholy things. Enjoy

I don't throw around the word dark lightly he's insane.

As always

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The rest of the day passes without any incidents. Despite Aemond making your body bloody and bruised and spent and tortured you can manage to kneel still and scrub tiles. This time you'll do it in the great hall, the one with the beautiful staircase. You always wonder how many people used that staircase. How many Kings and Queens and princes and princesses walked on it before you.

You still think back of the secret passagway where the prince took you in.

Scrubbing tiles is hard and primitive work but it offers you a nice quiet mind. It distracts you to clean the dirt away, not worrying about any certain one-eyed princes or their whims. You put the bucket closer to where you are cleaning now. The daylight begins to fade as you scrub the massive hall.

Sometimes you stop when people use the hall. Most people that walk by are soldiers or guards, entrusted with the safety of the Red Keep. The majority of the guards has respect for you and walks around where you just cleaned, to avoid making a new mess for you to clean.

One lady also passed by, followed by a small arsanal of guards and ladies in waiting. You could just spot the back of her green dress as she went to the left wing. Queen Alicent, your mind somehow knows it for certain.

There is one more surprise awaiting you. You have just put your brush in your bucket and just sit on the cold refreshing clean tiles. You would drop and lay down for a bit if you weren't certain you'd fell asleep instantly.

One voice suddenly rings out. “Come, on come! Try to beat me then! First one who makes it to the library gets to drink!” you don't recongize the voice but the person it belongs to you do know him. He has short silver blonde hair with a boyish smirk and shorter legs than his brother as he rushes up the stairs. Prince Aegon. Aemond's older brother.

You aren't that worried at first. Prince Aegon is not your concern, in truth. He hasn't acknowledged you at all. You are a ghost to him. Aemond warned you he rapes but so far, Aegon hasn't been cruel enough to notice you. You assume he might have a different taste than his brother.

But when you hear a voice call back your hands tremble and your hairs raise. “Perhaps we can discuss a more appropriate reward? I don't like drinking but I'd love to have you attend my studies for a week. Hearing you butcher your valyrian…its just too hilarious to pass on.” Prince Aemond finishes with a cruel chuckle as his brother becomes red with fury clearly mad that his brother would bring this senstive issue up.

You don't pay attention very well to your own, and accidently kick over your own bucket, causing it to roll down the stairs with loud, unbearable and obvious bangs. You somehow make yourself even smaller when both princes finally spot you clearly eavesdropping on them. You stand and make a clumsy attempt at a curtsy. Aegon is fine with this.

Aemond storms over, skipping two steps at once. You back away, terrified. The memory of his grip too fresh in your mind as well as how it felt to have his cock inside of you, pentrating and fucking you. “You truly are a pathetic creature. You think that we tolerate eavesdropping?”

Your jaw locks and all answers are drained from your brain. Aemond stares at your chest, clearly recalling how good your breasts looked when he had them in front of him. “We could have you beheaded for this. High treason.” He says calmly. You panic.

You beg for your life. “I meant no offense, my princes, your highnesses, please! I am just a stupid dumb girl who can't even clean the floors properly. Please, forgive me.” Aegon does look up at that, intrigued why you are so scared of him. Aemond on the other hand, he remains standing in front of you, above you with a pleased smirk on his lips. Aemond reaches out to grab your apron. He lifts it, staring smugly at the blood spot you've covered so poorly. He makes eye contact and you can see he is pleased to see you suffered so harshly since last night. He takes pride in seeing you bleed and your body reacts to his.

He puts it down subtly before Aegon can see it, however. “You are excused, Kitchen slut. Go bother someone else with your useless presence.”

You collect the bucket and the brush and leave instantly, shaking all the way to the servants quarters. You push open the doors with great effort and put the bucket away as well as your brush. Your hands shake and there are clear signs that you had clutched that brush too hard.

Amagora is just in the process of scolding two maids for messing up a order for a Lord. When she sees how shaken you are she goes to you instead. “And?” She asks, tilting her head slightly but her expression remains serious. You nervously smile. She dismisses the girls with a wave of her hand.

“I did it. I cleaned the floors and the staircase.” You say, summarising it. You don't try to think of the wet staircase and the many people that could injure themselves because of it. “There was a accident however and I am so sorry but the bucket was dropped don't fire me please!” you beg almost in tears. “The princes were there and-”

She shrugs, shutting you up easily with a wave of her hand. “You can sit in your room for now. You have a task tonight. You can prove yourself again.” She never has been that careless before. You are wary. What task?

Yet you do as you are told. You take a nap. When you wake up, Amagora is just about to fetch you. She smirks when she leads you to the kitchen.

She presents you a familiar tray with a teapot, a cup, a plate of potatoes and a freshly cooked pig. “You'll be serving the prince’s dinner tonight.” She says, waiting for you to accept the tray. She wants you to go to him. Again.

You can't. “Doesn't anyone else want to serve him?” you ask, unable to meet her eye. “I am beneath this honour.” you add, trying to lie your way out of it.

“He asked for you specifically.” She says with a big grin. “Off you go, girl.”

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The rooms of Aemond are quiet.

He isn't present yet.

You put the food on the table and prepare to leave. Until you hear a voice from the bathroom. “I know it's you. Get in here. Now.” You look around, panicking. How does he know it's you? You remain where you are thinking of all possible answers to that question.

“Do not make me come fetch you. You have ten seconds. Ten, Nine, eight…” You decide to enter the bathroom afraid he'll make it painful if you dont.

He lays in the porcelain tub, his eyepatch of as well as his clothes. Your eyes focus on his hair to avoid staring at his scarred eye and his naked body. You make a curtsy. “Your dinner has been served.” He chuckles as if you said something funny. He looks you up and down undressing you with his eye.

“Come closer.” He says instead of getting ready to go to his food. You obey hesitantly. “You and I will play a fun game tonight. It'll be fun for you if you obey me well.” He tells you when you are within his grasp. Your chin is grabbed and he tilts it so you are met with his cock, hiding in the water.

“The dinner it's getting cold-” You protest again as the prince begins to untie your apron. You are turned around and squeezed in your butt as he lets out a long laugh.

He moans too softly, almost grunting in desire. “Fear looks ravishing on you. When I saw you tense up as you heard my voice, I wish I could yank your servant gown up and just fuck you on the stairs.” He paints an uneasy picture. You are glad he kept this desire inside of him for tonight.

“I deserve more than that.” you blurt out unexpectedly. You surprise him and yourself by that. Aemond leans back, glaring at you.

“All you deserve, slut, is my cock fucking that cunt of yours time after time after time. Speaking of your cunny. Show me how it's looking after these days.” He waits for you to undress.

Your hands shake as you begin to undress yourself in front of the prince. You pull your dress over your head so only your small clothes remain. Aemond begins to grin when he sees that. “Good girl. Nice and slow.” You push it all down so he may look at you properly. When you are finished, his left hand goes into the water. You watched in shock as it wraps around the cock of the prince. He finds your innocence adorable. “Never saw a man pleasure himself? You are right. I have you within my grasp. You'll pleasure me. Now.” He adds making his voice a command.

You shyly offer him your hand which he pushes inside the warm water, quickly wrapping it around his own cock. He moves your hand up and down around the unfamilair flesh as you try your best to remain standing and to avoid protesting.

“Not too fast or too rough, bastard. It's a sensitive organ. You need to treat it with kindness and love.” He tells you when he is done helping you. You rub the prince off for him. Aemond lets out a gentle little sigh of delight. He stands up, and you back away afraid of the cock hitting you in your face.

“Dry me off.” He says next, stepping out of the tub. His Length is furiously red and swollen. It looks angry in a way.

“You're…” You can't find words as you stare at him.

He smiles, coming closer.

“Yes. What will you do about it? Your King is erected because of your wicked deeds. How will you apologize to me?” Apologize? You don't know.

“I am sorry for causing this.” you say. “Please do not hurt me.” You add afraid. He chuckles amused.

He rubs His lenght. “Give it a kiss.” You hesitate. As far as you know it has been inside of you. Wouldn't that be inappropriate? “Don't be prudish. It's been washed.” He adds. You nod to yourself, bending your head between his legs. You leave a soft kiss on the cock. Aemond growls.

You come closer, watching your step and your distance. He chuckles. “You look as terrified as you were when I first fucked your cunny.” He recalls, smiling at the memory.

“Your dinner is served, my king.” you repeat again afraid as he grabs you. Your cunt clenches with arousal and you know he can tell you are needy for him.

He smiles. “it was all but a little trick to get you here. A wicked little plot to get your bastard ass within my presence again.” He rubs your naked back, feeling your butt and breasts as well. “Is that blood on your dress?” He asks as he notices your uniform laying at your feet.

It is. Your maidenhead. All your innocence. Your final value. “It's from the first night. When you…” You think back of the cock ravishing you time after time and how he fucked you. How you were pressed into a pillow with your head to silence your screams as he raided you time after time.

“Ah.” the prince comments, with an smug Smile. “It's precious to me when a lady bleeds after I fucked her. You know why?” You shake your head worried for the answer. It sounds almost psychotic.

He continues. “It means no other cock has entered you before. It means you were untouched before. I ruined you. I took your innocence and devoured you, and your maiden cunny.” He asked before if you were a maiden. He knows you were.

Aemond sees your mood change. “I want to have your cunny again. But this time, you'll do what I hired you for. Do you understand me? You'll put in effort and work or else you have seen the last of my gold and this castle.” He says. “Come, you know the way to my bedchambr by now.” He says.

You try to put your clothing back on. Aemond slaps your hand, stopping you as you flinch. “Don't bother with that. You'll remain naked.”

You don't understand. What if you are called back or worse seen? What if something happens and you need to flee?

“What if I am caught or called back?”

The prince softly scoffs, sighing deeply when wettening his finger with his mouth. Once he is done, he brings the finger to your mouth and caresses your lips. He grins, leaning in closer. “You pretty little dumb cunt.” He smirks, fingering you easily between your legs with his other hand. You gasp wordlessly. “Your mistress knows of our dirty agreement. She knows you'll spend your time on your knees here, sucking my cock and licking my balls and being taken as a slave from behind.”

You are shocked. You need the finger away so you can think. You try to subtly walk away but Aemond traps you, now shoving the finger up as high as he can, pentrating you when moving his finger as a punishment, giving you a rough fucking as you stand, receiving the pleasure with shock and tears and delight. “She knows?” you manage to croak out. He nods.

He continues penetrating you.

“She's pleased with the development. You'll learn to be a even better servant. Like i told you before: I have little patience for kitchen sluts.” He did say that before.

Aemond drags you to the bed, closing the door of his bedchamber. He closes the door and even locks it so you can't escape. The key is put around his Neck for safekeeping. “Spread, whore. Spread.” He says to you. You obey, sitting obediently on the bed before laying down. Aemond scoffs, dragging you up by your hair as you scream. To silence you, he slams his hand over your mouth. You are forced to breathe through your nose and calm down that way.

He lies beside you. You await him to top you and to take you. But he only grins, rubbing his cock. “Lay here. You'll do the dirty work now, slut. You'll make me come.” He says confidently. You slowly crawl on his body. Its all alien and and unfamilair. You aren't Sure how to make him come.

You experiment. You greedily buck your hips hoping he'd approve of it. Aemond needs to stop you. “You'll only hurt yourself this way, little cumslut. Come. Let me lick that cunny of yours.” He bends you on your knees, licking your cunt without any warning or ceremony. You twist a bit, enjoying it a little too much when his tongue licks and hydrates your cunt.

He smirks pleased. “Now, again.”

You climb on the prince again. You position yourself and begin gently with bucking your hips, trying to find the pleasure you are both after. Aemond groans when you begin to suck his chest, your tongue slowly making its way to his cock. When you get there you take a big breath of air and suck the wetted cock, tasting your own juice on it. You lower your eyes but lift your head staring the prince down as you suck his cock for him. Aemond's cock erects in your mouth as he softly groans. You leave dozens little kisses over his cock and his balls, tasting salt and seed that isn't quite ready yet.

You try to buck again, finding the cock easier as it slips inside of you with perfect ease this time. You Shiver and moan softly as the cock hits all the way back inside of you and you need a moment to prepare. Then you rock your hips to his own, taking his cock. Aemond grins as you discover and explorer away at his cock, taking first little innocent short hops but later deep, rough and long penetrations. You throw your head in your Neck, crying out as he hushes you, gently fucking you on the cock. ��Not too greedy. You'll be punished otherwise.” He warns.

You wonder how.

You want to be punished.

Some Dark part of you wants it.

No needs it.

So you do exactly as he does not want it.

He spanks your butt.

Your body has the worst reaction to it. You yelp in pleasure as you spasm on the cock, feeling yourself release a moan.

“Fucked as a whore. Its all you are good for.” The prince growls. You pant eagerly, nodding in agreement. He laughs and Lines himself up at your cunt. You feel the flesh tease and toy by slowly entering but not entering deep enough to give pleasure. You cry out hungrily and buck your hips in a desperate attempt to take his cock regardless.

You cry out. “My king! My King please!” Aemond brings his dripping cock to your lips smearing pre cum on your lips. You taste it and eagerly lick it off when he watches. “My king…” you whimper pathetically.

Aemond growls in arousal. “Tell me how good my seed is after you tasted it.” He says crossing his arms. You understand there will be no pleasure until you've tasted the unfamilair substance.

You lick it off your own lips the salt taste overwhelming you. “mhm. Yum.”

He Grows in arousal flipping you on your knees. Bliss and joy full you. “Show your King how well you can obey. Be silent, slut. Your cries attract unwanted attention.” He says, covering your mouth. Your eyes go big at those words. You hadn't considered that at all. Aemond waits for the cum to drip on your lips again, smearing it out over your lips once more. He extends his finger and forces you to suck on it.

You do as you are told.

Aemond's breath betrays his needs and desires. You feel lightheaded and brave. You aren't sure why. You are stuck with a dangerous man. But somehow you have the power. You do. You close your eyes and go back to his cock with your mouth, gently licking off his balls. “I am yours, my king.” you declare.

Aemond lets out a ungodly growl and yanks you up by your hair, spanking your butt so roughly with his hands that you are sure his handprint can be seen on both cheeks. He keeps holding your hair tightly as a way to control you when he forces you to kneel as a cow in a meadow. And just as if you are some pathetic livestock that belongs to him and only him, Aemond at long last forces his hips against your butt, bends you and finally gives your cunny a good fucking. You cry out in approval. Aemond needs to cover your own mouth so that the cries remain within limits.

You shudder and shake as he fucks away at your cunt his hips slamming and his ragged breath thundering in your ear. You let out a pathetic soft cry and lower your head as his grip on your hair briefly loses. “You'll do much better than your first time, little bastard. You were made for this.” He says, praising you. That surprises you.

He is using you the way one would squeeze out a orange. He just squeezes and squeezes until there's not one drop left to use. Your hands are not for you to use as Aemond made clear by putting them on your back. And you'd risk a spanking by disobeying. your heart skips a beat just by the thought of feeling his ire and disapproval again. Just his big hand smacking your naked butt as you cry and shake, your arousal growing.

As Aemond pounds away at your cunt, not giving a damn about formalities or gentleness, you are hit with waves of pleasures that take you higher and higher each time. he seems to notice this and slows his strikes, before taking you unexpectedly and hard. It's enough to shatter you and to send you into bliss. You come. You wet his cock when riding out your orgasm, your body held by the prince who does the same. He hasn't finished yet.

He smirks as you lay down on the bed. “Tired already? Tks.” He sits you back up. “Again, slut. Let me have you.” He growls before finding your cunt with his cock again. A new bit of pleasure breaks free as you pant,

You are a sobbing mess as Aemond moves his cock inside again. “My king, please my king, your grace, mercy. There's only so much I can take.”

“You'll take my seed, little slut. You'll take it and you'll likely come regardless. I know you are spent and tired and defiled and worthless now but you'll make me happy. Its what a good subject does. So, back on your knees, and legs wide so I can fuck you as a hound.” He comments with a disturbed laugh. You obey tears stinging as he feels your bleeding and wet cunt. Its been too much. He softly messages it at first giving it love and attention. Just enough to let your guard down. Than he attacks furiously taking you so hard that there's a cry escaping from your lips. A moan too.

“I know little bastard. you'll come when i want you to. You'll wait this time.” Prince Aemond smirks whispering in your ear.

“My king, your grace please…” You beg, out of options. He rubs away your salty tears. “Please your grace, let me finish. I beg of you.” you whisper.

“Pathetic little slut. I bet if I called in my brother and the King's guard we would pass you as a whore and you'd have no complaints, would you?” You would. One man is bad enough.

“I would complain. One man…Is all i can handle.” you admit softly speaking. He rises his brows but doesn't comment on it, instead smirks very pleased and smugly. He likes your answer.

“Too right. And I wouldn't share you with anyone. You're mine. You understand, don't you?” He asks, just to clarify. You nod.

“Yes, your grace, I Do.” You wonder who else he even thinks of. There's no one else who ever shown a bit of interest in you. Maybe that's why the prince is so exhilarating and special. Finally, you are Noticed. And by a prince of all people. It sounds as a fairytale.

“Clever girl. Because if you were to, I don't know, try to escape me by forcing someone else into a marriage, I'd track you down and behead whatever man you roped into the marriage. Squeeze his eyes out too and make lovely earrings for you from it.” You wouldn't want those earrings. You wouldn't want anything of it. You had hoped he might if the time and opportunity came, would have let you go. You are a servant. You can't become his wife anyway. This had to end one day.

Aemond takes you tighter and rougher clearly arousing himself by the image of you being his as you allow him to fuck you from behind. You don't understand why Aemond does it this way. “A man fucks a woman usually on her stomach. You know?” He says between grunts. You give a nod.

He pulls your hair again, lifting your head and feeling your throat as he wraps his hands around it, cock still half buried inside of you. “A husband fucks his wife like that. But you aren't my wife. So I fuck you as I like. And I like it, to fuck as a conquerer.” He forces your head down roughly and spreads your legs, meeting your behind as he forces the cock back inside of your warm cunny. You cry out softly, panting with your own desire.

You need it. Aemond can tell and read you all too well. He slows, torturing you. You twist and turn under him, anything to get his cock to move as much as an inch. He remains where he is, stubborn. “Beg, little Pet. Beg for me.” He hisses. You don't respond at first, your pride getting in the way. Aemond told you this isn't how love is supposed to be made.

He dislikes your silence, smacking your butt with brute barbaric force as your head is pushed in a pillow to silence your cries. “Beg!” He growls. You lift your head.

“Please, my king.” You try your best to sound as pathetic as possible.

He takes and takes and takes. You slowly tire as he still takes out his agression and frustration on you, taking you indeed as a conquerer. That's how you feel. Conquered from your toes until your head. You feel his and his alone. You feel a numb almost pleasant emptines. He rolls His hips and you can hear his skin slamming against yours. Once again your cunt is invaded and you hear his breathy moans. You hear him prepare himself and brace yourself. You close your eyes and wait.

He takes you from behind with a posessive and painful grip, fucking you deliciously painfully. Your cunt sings in delight as he finally rains his seed down inside of you, and you can't help but sigh of relief. He fills your cunt, stuffing you properly. When that is finally done, he gets out.

You enjoyed it more than the other two times. You especially enjoyed some parts you didn't expect to. The fucking itself. And the stuffing. You enjoyed feeling his warmth and hearing his grunts as he used you as some glorified whore to put his seed in. You enjoyed being filled. You feel guilty and sinful.

How can you enjoy being savaged by such a beast?

The prince leaves his bedchamber, leaving you behind alone and naked. You hear his footsteps and soon a door opens. You hear his hushed voice and the voice of someone else. You sit up, distraught. Could he have gotten someone to punish you? Or someone else to touch you? He warned you prince Aegon is a raper. What if he brought Aegon here to teach you a lesson about obedience?

You Shiver and shake, quickly quivering ad you try to stop the doom forming in your head. After a long torturous silence, Prince Aemond finally returns with a silver cup in his hands with a lid. He smirks when he sees your relieved face. “Just another useless servant.” He tells you with a smirk as he puts the silver cup down on the nightstand near you and his bed. “You lot are not the brightest. Especially you. You didn't even knew what I was after until my cock had already fucked your cunny. Tell me. Are you truly that stupid? Or is it some act to appease me?” You know the truth. You are truly that stupid. You truly trusted him and thought he would protect you from Aegon. You are truly dumb.

"You're a dumb little cunt." Aemond whispers, eager for you to repeat after him and to humiliate yourself for him.

“I'm a dumb little cunt.” you repeat whispering. It hurts your feelings. Aemond sinks back on the bed in pleasure grinning at you. You know he's not happy. So you repeat the phrase again.

Tears begin to fall. He at last allows you to stop uttering the phrase. “Yes, you are a dumb little cunt.” He says, agreeing with you. He reaches out to feel your stomach. “You might be carrying my child now. You think my family or my sister is going to let you have another challenger to her throne? She'll cut you open from belly to throat and rip your child out of your womb.”

You knew it could happen eventually…

But that it happened so fast.

So quickly.

Its too much. All too much. He rubs your back, soothing you when he hushes your cries. “Not to worry. You were a dumb little cunt, letting yourself get fucked as a little greedy slut. But I've got the solution.”

You don't like it. He presents the tea. "One cup of this and all our worries are gone again. It's not the best tea I've heard but it'll do the job." You take a sip, instantly spitting it out. It's disgusting. It tastes somehow like horses smell.

Prince Aemond needs to force it down your throat while holding you as you try to stop from drowning by his hand. When the disgusting tea has finally filled your stomach, you almost instantly double over, clutching it. Something is wrong.

“Bloodloss and nausea are common side affects. You will be given a fresh apron and dress tomorrow.” He says with a shrug, putting your dress with the bloodstain under his bed.

“How do you expect me to work after this week?” you say offended.

He chuckles. You then realise that Aemond never worked a day in his life. He doesn't understand how demanding it is. He doesn't understand anything. “You lazy little slut. You think I allow you to slack off anymore than you already did? My desires and wants come first, yes, but your job remains your job. You will remain scrubbing on your knees and having your hands pecked by chickens. You will continue to burn meals and trip on stairs and cut yourself on silverware.”

“Your coin will be given after I've been personally informed by your mistress that you have been a good obedient girl.” He adds with a smirk. You don't believe he's serious. Until you realize that he is.

“She hates me! She'll never be happy. You can't do this. We had a agreement. She'll never ever accept my work as good, I'll never get the coin.” You rage. This was not the agreement.

Aemond grabs you by your hair again to warn you. “You mistake me for that whore of a sister of yours that you can yell at. As much as I like it when you lick my balls, I don't need to allow you to keep your tongue. Your cunt is just as good to lose my seed in.” The fact that he calls her a whore hurts you. She was raped by a man and not whoring herself. She never wanted it or her child.

He finally calms down, smiling as you cry in anger and fear. “You will come to my bed chamber again, tomorrow night, just because you had the audacity to speak when you aren't allowed to. I will personally bend you back into submission and fuck you senseless when we are at it.” He cups your breasts, smelling your scent. “Don't worry too much. You are going to love what I inflict on you anyway.’ he leans in and licks away your tears from your face.

A/n

Oh he's a weird one. A real disturbed mf

The end for now.

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