#me not being an ameond girlie and YET

[tarantinolovesmyfeet]

Ameond looked over the petite girl with a firey lust he never felt before. He has laid before, but this time without his brother's input, without having to pay, and within some of his age. He watched the girl's fingers tremble, her eyes focused on him, and her dainty fingers reached for him as he watched her watch him.

"I-...I should not sin." She whispered over to him as her hand now grazed his long fingers. "It's not a sin if we care for each other." He whispered back to her, watching her bite at her lower lip, even more enticing than she realized.

One of his hands clasped a hold over the fingers that lightly touched his, and the other softly traced up her arm, allowing himself to feel the goosebumps rise on her skin. He smiled softly as she looked up with big, innocent eyes.

He'd seen those eyes watch him plenty of times as he trained or when he spoke about dragon history, as his fingers continuously lightly grazed her wrist, her jawline, the nape of her neck, and her lower lip. He craved to touch her, so he did freely when they were alone, as they are now. Unchaperoned, alone. She was barely an adult, and she was so innocent. Alicnet almost groomed her to be loved and cherished by the seven, and Ameond always touched her freely, even sometimes around his mother. She was his, and Alicent will know of it.

His hands were large and warm against her skin as he slowly tugged at the string of her nightdress. "Aemond I-" She trembled now, and her other hand touched his chest, bending almost to grasp at him. "Tell me what you want." "I-" Her eyes were glossy now as she looked at him, filled with hunger and lust. "Please....kiss me." Innocent again, but he will take what she gives. He moved in swiftly, his lips on hers, and she let out a soft noise, making the warmth in his lower stomach move down to his groin; he wanted more; he wanted her.

She moved uncertainly against his lips, and he moved like he was dying of thirst. His hand let go a ghost of touch as she grazed her breast, feeling them freely through the thin fabric. She gasped loudly, and his tongue slithered in, consuming all of her. Her soft moans egged him on, becoming so turned on, blinded by lust. Her soft noises were driving him crazy, and he needed to be deep inside of her, not any other night but tonight. He couldn't help himself. The one hand that was still on her nightdressed pulled perfectly, and the dress slipped off her body, showing off her curves to him. He was blinded by lust, he had to see, her in her glory, her naked and free and for him. He pulled away from her lips to look at her as she blushed, trying to cover herself, and he let out a soft no and pushed her hands away from her body. She was beautiful, a goddess. Her skin was so soft-looking that it was enough for him to eat. "Fuck, you're beautiful." his violet eyes looked up at her body, seeing her toffee-colored nipples perked hard for him. "I need you." He said, voice hoarsed with need.

"Ameond....I-" he stopped, kissing her now, even more feverish than before, swallowing her words up. His one hand cupped her breast, having her gasp, as his other hand wanted to be in her, to feel her warmth, to feel her wetness, to have him claim her, to touch where no one else has before. He needs it, he craves it, and his fingers slipped past her belly button below her waist and in between her soaked lips. She gasped louder, and Aemond was more profound in her mouth than before. He was a man gone mad. He needed to feel more, have her gasp even more, and have her cry out for him. It was his and his alone.