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[eraenaa]

Masterlist

Helloooo! I'm Eraena, a college student who loves to write! Here's the masterlist of my works! (Aemond Targaryen, Feyd Rautha, Rafe Cameron, and Aegon Targaryen)

Related Blogs: @romanteacism - All things Aemond Targaryen @rafeacs - All things Rafe Cameron

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Cheat Sheet:

🏙️ - Modern AU

🐉 - Fire and Blood AU

🏛️ - Greek Mythology AU

🤍 - Personal Fave

👑 - Popular

U.N.I. Aemond Targaryen X Reader 🏙️ Synopsis: Where one of the sons of your mother’s estranged best friend attends the same university as you, and did I mention you were the reason why he lost his eye? 

From The Underworld and Beneath Aemond Targaryen x Reader 🏛️ 🤍 Synopsis: You, the Goddess of Spring, were captured by the King of the Underworld, who was intent on keeping you there.

My Knight in Darkened Armor Knight Aemond Targaryen x Princess Reader 🐉 🤍 Synopsis: Ser Aemond Targaryen has been tasked to be the sworn protector of a princess who is overly curious about life beyond the castle walls and has bribed him to escort her to the city in exchange for anything he desires. She just did not know that what he desired was her.

A Bastard's Bride, A Dragon's Desire Aemond Targaryen x Princess Reader 🐉 Synopsis: They have betrothed you to Jacaerys as a way of securing a line to the throne if they fail in usurping your half-sister’s crown. Your older brother Aemond was livid at the decision.

Flipped Aemond Targaryen X Reader 🏙️ 🤍 Synopsis: You had been infatuated with Aemond since you two were children. You could not remember a day when you did not feel anything but adoration for him— not until recently. When something in you turned indifferent, it did not go unnoticed by Aemond, who had never been a fan of change. 

Stereotypical Aemond, Son of Ares x Reader, Daughter of Aphrodite 🏛️ Synopsis: The daughter of Aphrodite falls for one of the sons of Ares— the second coming of their parents. 

One More Night Aemond Targaryen X Reader 🏙️ Synopsis: You were quick to leave after a one night stand, leaving Aemond dissatisfied, for he wanted so much more. When he found you again, he was sure to never let you go. 

The Prince and the Poet Aemond Targaryen X Lannister Reader 🐉 Synopsis: It is established that Prince Aemond hates poems and sonnets; it was just a pity that you adored them. 

Jealousy, Jealousy Aemond, Son of Ares x Reader, Daughter of Aphrodite 🏛️ Synopsis: It’s frustratingly hard to keep admirers and doubts away when you and your partner are the most attractive and powerful Demi-Gods in camp.

Most Ardently Aemond Targaryen X Tyrell Reader 🐉 Synopsis: Prince Aemond Targaryen had accompanied his younger brother to Highgarden in hopes of securing Daeron a wife— he did not expect he would want to secure a wife for himself as well. 

The Prince's Prize Aemond Targaryen X Riverlady Reader 🐉 Synopsis: After his victories in the Riverlands, Prince Aemond Targaryen sought for a trophy— his spoils of war. He sought for you, the daughter of the lord who hosted him whilst he wagged his war.

But Daddy, I Love Him Aemond Targaryen X Niece Reader 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: When the favored daughter of Daemon Targaryen falls for the favored son of Alicent Hightower, the Rogue Prince does everything he can to ensure that a union between the two of you will never happen. 

Gold Rush Aemond Targaryen X Lannister Reader 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: Everybody wants you, and I don’t like a gold rush.

Desperate Requirement Slytherin Aemond Targaryen x Reader 🏙️ Synopsis: It’s hard being horny at Hogwarts. Luckily, you and Aemond always found a way to relieve your needs.

Mine Aemond Targaryen x Wife Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: You are the best thing that has ever been Aemond’s, which is why you cannot really blame him for being so possessive and cautious not to lose you. 

Loathe to Love Aemond Targaryen x Strong Reader 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: Seeking forgiveness is not a thing Aemond bothers himself with, but that quickly changes when he deeply offended you.

King of My Heart King Aemond Targaryen x Queen Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: Marriage, miscarriage, and the monarchy… how would you and your husband fare to them all?

Bound By Blood Aemond Targaryen x Princess Reader 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: They can no longer hinder Aemond from taking whatever he wants, and you are the only one he desperately wants. 

Tea Party Aemond Targaryen x Stark Reader 🌃 Synopsis: Aemond convinces you to let Helaena join your group’s exclusive tea party, using any means necessary just for you to agree. 

Please Please Please Aemond Targaryen X Lannister Reader 🌃Synopsis: Heartbreak is one thing; my ego’s another. I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker.

Unexpected Affections Aemond Targaryen X Tyrell Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: With just a smile, you had managed to bewitch and enthrall the stoic and cold prince. 

Blessed Curse Aemond Targaryen x Strong Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: When a marriage between you and Aemond was arranged and forced by your grandsire, conflicting emotions arise, but which one will loom greater? Loathing or Love?

Parting Gift Aemond Targaryen X Reader x Aegon Targaryen 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: Aegon asks for a parting gift from his younger brother and his beloved wife: One night with you in exchange for the throne. 

Silent Passions Aemond Targaryen X Tyrell Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: You and Aemond had been promised to one another before you were even born. And when the time came for you to meet, all were curious to see what was to come when soon to be spouses only shared one thing in common: your want of silence. 

Virginal Whore Aemond Targaryen X Celtigar Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: Prince Aemond sets out to find a whore to warm his bed; he finds a virgin instead. 

Worth The Price Aemond Targaryen X Lannister Reader 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: Aemond does everything to prove that he is worthy of you— even if it means that he would be a kinslayer twice.

Birthday Present Feyd-Rautha x Lady Reader 🤍 👑 Synopsis: During a state visit, you, a daughter of one of the great houses, have captured the attention and fatal attraction of the Na-Baron and were quickly turned into his promised wife. 

Bittersweet Feyd-Rautha x Lady Reader 👑 Synopsis: As the Na-Baron's proposed bride, you were simply too sweet for him and his bitter being. You were too innocent and pure to be tainted by the blood-stained hands of the Harkonnen heir.

Casual Rafe Cameron x Reader Synopsis: You would settle for causality as long as you had Rafe by your side. 

Still Casual? Rafe Cameron x Reader Synopsis: You promised yourself that you’re never going to settle for casual ever again— promised yourself you would never be another casualty of Rafe Cameron. 

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) Rafe Cameron x Reader 👑 Synopsis: Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man.

Imgonnagetyouback Rafe Cameron x Reader 🤍👑 Synopsis: The plan is clear. Get Rafe back after your breakup. 

So High School Rafe Cameron x Reader 🤍 Synopsis: He knows how to ball, you know Aristotle

Please, Please, Please (Rafe's Edition) Rafe Cameron x Reader 👑 Synopsis: Being with Rafe, a notorious hotheaded drug dealer, you knew others would question your relationship— especially your parents, who had never been fond of him. But when his habits had been too much to handle, you knew that you would prefer heartbreak to a broken ego. 

Trouble Maker, Stress Reliever Aegon Targaryen X Reader 🏙️ Synopsis: You’re a prefect tasked with taming Aegon’s unruly behavior. Strained by your task, he offers you a way to relieve the stress he caused.

Parting Gift Aemond Targaryen X Reader x Aegon Targaryen 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: Aegon asks for a parting gift from his younger brother and his beloved wife: One night with you in exchange for the throne. 

[lady-of-ladies]

𑁍┊⟩» Back on the Riverlands, Sabitha would host tea parties for the other riverladies. They would drink, talk and dance until late at night. « Enchanting Ladies, we should have another reunion of our own. » Her parties became popular enough to cause a grapple between the Blackwoods and the Brackens —although they never need excuses to fight each other—, when she invited her friend Alysanne Blackwood but no Bracken to the gathering.

She was so used to being the organizer, she was relieved to finally become the guest. Sabitha was delighted to receive an invitation to Lady Tyrell's weaving circle she forgot how lacking her skills were now.

In her youth, Sabitha learned how to use needles and thread by her mother's hand. Until her embroidery skills were acceptable for a lady of her station, her Lady Mother finally let her at peace to ride to her heart's desire. Over time, Sabitha slowly forgot the intricate designs she was taught and nowadays her fingers could only remember some simple needlework.

She tried to cover up her lack of skills by asking about the other ladies' lives. Sabitha never got the opportunity to visit the Reach and she had a great deal of curiosity over their lifestyle. Usually she wouldn't have any problems charming beautiful ladies but her current company proved harder to impress than her riverladies.

Lady Tyrell definitely noticed her struggle to sew when she spoke to her and Sabitha was grateful for an excuse to leave the room and the stares. Most of the Ladies surrounding her were strangers to her, Sabitha wasn't sure how to awe them. She smiled awkwardly at Lady Clarice.

—Not at all, my Lady. Lead the way.

Sabitha followed Lady Tyrell until they were away from preying eyes and interested ears.

—I supposed making each other's acquaintance wasn't the only reason behind your invitation, my Lady. If you wish to satiate your interest, you may do it now.

fourth month of 129 ac      king's landing, tyrell apartments                   @sabithafrey-rp​

this  is  what  they  dictate  is  women’s  work:  it  is  what  is  kept  away.  it  is  quiet,  calculated,  exacting.  clarice  had  been  raised  on  this  kind  of  work  by  her  mother,  sisters,  and  cousins,  each  teaching  her  with  clever  and  patient  hands.  now  a  woman-grown,  clarice's  hands  reflected  that  same  softness  that  bespoke  of  years  spent  running  her  fingers  through  yarns  and  skeins  of  thread.  there  is  much  weariness  in  this  world,  but  there  is  less  of  it  when  in  women's  company  where  they  may  sit  in  close  quarters  and  weave  stories  of  their  own.

as  it  were,  gossip  is  something  never  lacking,  least  of  all  in  clarice's  weaving  circle,  but  it  is  often  very focused:  of  the  riverlands,  there  had  been  much  talk  about  fool  frey  and  his  wayward  wife,  the  lady  sabitha.  they  say  she  governs  half  of  the  twins  and  is  girt  with  sword  and  bow.  most  of  all,  they  speak  of  the  truth  of  lady  sabitha's  heart,  eyes  as  wide  as  a  doe  with  none  of  the  innocence  as  she  seeks  womanly  company  of  her  own.

to  find  a  strain  of  truth,  clarice  sends  her  courier  to  the  frey  apartments  with  an  invitation  for  sabitha  frey  to  join  her  and  her  loyal  retinue  for  an  afternoon  of  art  and  music.  in  clarice's  quarters,  there  is  a  harp  player  spinning  silk  from  behind  a  screen  for  the  enjoyment  of  women  draped  over  couches  or  settees.  amidst  of  it  all,  clarice  is  driving  a  needle  through  an  evenweave,  stealing  sidelong  glances  of  lady  sabitha  and  exchanging  incredulous  glances  with  her  favorites.  it  was  plain  that  sabitha's  hands  were  unused  to  the  work.  clarice  did  not  have  to  look  again  to  find  pity  in  that.  setting  her  weaving  loop  down,  clarice  turns  to  sabitha  with  a  careful  smile:  "lady  sabitha,  it  would  seem  i  have  finished  the  purple  thread.  it  seems  you  also  require  this  dye  in  your  work.  would  you  care  to  join  me  to  find  more?"

[cwladiesdaily]

riverladies + paleyfest

[riverdalenerdlol]

The RiverLadies as Simpsons characters are just what they’d be like if they were actually the Heathers

[stonerbughead]

bodysuits for bughead riverdale 4x11 podcast

The latest @bodysuitsforbughead​ podcast, Riverdale 4x11 - “Chapter Sixty-Eight: Quiz Show” is up! Listen now: Spotify | Apple | Stitcher | SoundCloud 

You know what they say...a big Bughead episode means a LONG episode of Bodysuits For Bughead!

What a fun ep! From a quiz show team of powerful Riverladies to tickle porn and maple-rum being sold by a kidnapped killer mother, we have a great time. We obvi have a LOT of feelings and screeches to share about Bughead’s storyline, many opinions about Archie’s management of Andrews Construction, and, ya know, your standard confusion and attempts at making sense of the flash-forwards. We also talk about the announcement that Hedwig and the Angry Inch will be the Season 4 musical!

Bodysuit looks below!

Maria wears her Riverdale Quiz Show uniform: a blue velvet bodysuit, tweed plaidish skirt, + River Vixens sweatshirt, while in a button-up red shirt, cardigan, & her fanciest earrings, Kelly embodies a student at Stonewall named Tinsley who’s a Sackler-Habsburg.

[bettycooperoutfitwatch]

I enjoy your outfit analysis IMMENSELY. I was wondering if you can be persuaded to do a watch for each of the Riverladies? I'm particularly curious as to what you'd say about Cheryl's!

Thank you, that is a true pleasure to hear!

And that’s an interesting question.

I started this Outfit Watch because I felt the need to take all my opinions/interpretations on Betty’s wardrobe up and out of the tags on my main blog, as I was starting to get very verbose (lol, this answer is indicative of how much this is an understatement). I also felt my opinions on some of Riverdale’s costume choices didn’t always line up with many of the casual fandom takes I was seeing (notably on Betty’s many sweaters. Stand by for controversial opinions.) 

I have deep love and affection for Mad Style, which I find informs a lot of my critical interpretation of clothing, not merely in film and television, but in everyday life. I like trying to figure out why I’m having a reaction to a piece of media or art (or as in this instance, clothing), and then figure out what that means. Sometimes it’s negative, sometimes it’s positive, more often it’s something in a gray area, or not even in a value-space. So when a rash of people express dislike of a thing that catches my eye, I want to explore that. 

Additionally, I think we all know my love for Betty Cooper. She’s absolutely the character I’ve spent the most brain space on. Knowing the effort involved in this project for a single character, I am a little overwhelmed by the possibility of going further with more individual characters, or even the show as a whole (a la Mad Style.) The Outfit Watch is my side-side project, and I don’t want to overextend and/or neglect my og Riverdale side-project (@riverdalearthistory, of which I am extremely fond.) 

The costume decisions for Cheryl and Veronica and Toni and Josie (and Val and Melody and Alice and Polly and Gladys and Jellybean and Sierra and Hermione and ever and anon and indeed all the dudes too) are absolutely as worthy of interpretation as those made for Betty, and when I’m going through an episode I frequently get distracted by this fact. Costumes often play off each other (I touch on this briefly, for example, in 108 with Jug’s sweater.) Sometimes I have to make the choice to pare myself back. 

So, that said, once I catch up with season 4? Should I start to get antsy and need a distraction from Job Search Autumn ‘19? It’s totally possible I might feel inspired to do some character roundups. I’d never rule it out. 

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[enkisstories]

History challenge: Temple of The River Lady and the Artificer

The depicted guardian spirits are, in fact, the deified founders Rivergrace and Stagslayer, first shaman and first chief of the united Neander/Sharkjumper tribe.

The River Lady is represented by the fish. Her statue is adorned with river and freshwater pearls - note that are even red and black ones on the right bracelet! Riverlady’s posture is one of offering the bounty of her domain. But be careful not to take too much or violate the tribes’s law, lest she sends her raging waves against you! And since water runs underground as well as in trees, Riverlady is everywhere, knowing everything that transpires in the world.

Aspects: Knowledge/Facts, Present, Otherworld, Foundations

The Artificer is the Riverlady’s messenger and right hand deity in places where her waters do not reach. His animal is the spider. His clothing is more elaborate than Riverlady’s, his posture conveys energy and determination. Artificer is a tireless worker who doesn’t take up a weapon himself, despite providing them for his tribemates (just like historical Stagslayer who killed his many stags indirectly through the hands of his tribemates). Just like Riverlady, Artificer gets at you if you dare misuse his gifts.

Aspects: Imagination, Future, Here-world, Movement

[42soul]

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[eraenaa]

The Prince's Prize

Aemond Targaryen x Riverlady Reader Tag List

Synopsis: After his victories in the Riverlands, Prince Aemond Targaryen sought for a trophy— his spoils of war. He sought for you, the daughter of the lord who hosted him whilst he wagged his war.

Warnings: Barely any plot; just smut, Mature, 18+, Oral Sex (F & M receiving), Fingering, P in V sex, Choking, Not Proofread 

Word Count: 2, 720

Inspired by my Original Fic on AO3, Rivers of Fire

“The… the prince calls for you in his chambers, my lady.” Your handmaid hesitated to say as you were readying yourself for bed. It was a scandal to say the least, the prince humiliating you in a hall where a banquet commenced, all of his family’s supporters in the Riverlands in attendance and witnessing as he declared that you will be his “Beautiful, shinning prize.” As if you were some common whore. But you suppose you were one now. You could no longer keep him at bay. For weeks, you’ve felt his eye linger, his presence growing nearer and nearer. You’ve tried your earnest effort to avoid him— to keep him at arm’s length, but the prince could no longer be denied. He wanted you, and he had made it known. Subjecting you to a fate that no maiden nor respectable noblewoman should ever be subjected to. You were now Prince Aemond’s bedmate. You are now his trophy. His spoils of war.

You gave your handmaid a nod and took in a shaky breath. Wiping your clammed palms against the silk of your robe. Your graceful steps felt heavy as you walked down the halls of your home, your body leading you to the way of the prince. You took in a deep breath to calm your heart at what the night will bring. Your trembling hands managed to knock on the wooden door, waiting for a reply. “Come in,” you hear the prince’s silky voice; the voice that had been haunting you ever since he’d arrived in the Riverlands. You hesitantly opened the wooden door, your steps uncertain and your gaze on the floor as you entered his chambers. 

Aemond watched as you demurely stood by the door. Eyes shielded from him, frame rigid in uncertainty. “Come here,” He ordered as he sat on an armchair, he had been battling himself throughout the night if he should ask for your presence in his chambers. But he could no longer be patient, after moons of restraint, he needed to have you. You took slow steps and stood before the prince. He motioned for you to step closer, to stand at arm’s length and you mustered all of the courage in you to do as he asked. To be obliging as your father had instructed to save you and your land from the destruction of the prince when things do not go his way. A sacrificial lamb of your house to appease a dragon.

Aemond hummed and let his fingers feel the fabric of your robe, the silk fabric hiding you from him. “Take it off,” he ordered. Watching as your eyes grow wide and your cheeks flush. Aemond clenched his jaw as you started to do as he said. He knew it was wrong to take advantage of his position of power. He knew it was damnable to take a maiden to his bed and dishonor her— the gods will condemn him, but he could not find care. The moment he saw you in walls of your home, he knew he wanted you. Your indifference and defiance did not matter— you had been resisting him, denying him, but the prince will always find a way to get what he wanted. 

Your robe fell to the floor, leaving you in your shift, but the prince still nodded his head and motioned for you to take it off. The cover that your night dress provided pooled to the floor and left you completely exposed to the One-Eyed Prince. 

Aemond took in a sharp breath as his eye scanned the whole of your body. His cold, callused hands place themselves on your hips. Indulging himself with the feel of your soft skin that was riddled with gooseflesh at his touch. You took a sharp breath and you feel the prince nuzzle his face on your torso, his nose caressing your skin and taking a deep breath to savor your scent. Your stomach pitted as the prince finally stood, and your eyes locked. His hold was still on your waist as he guided you toward his bed. His hands trailing upwards as the back of your knees hit the soft fabric of his mattress. He guided you to sit, and you gazed up with his as his hand ghosted upon your bosom. His eye held trepidation but as you bit your lip in anticipation, the lilac of the prince’s gaze turned dark and he finally let his cold hand cup the flesh of your tit. Feeling your softness and ampleness and resisting the urge as the simple act of touching you already brought him pleasure. 

You swallowed thickly as your eyes gazed downward and saw the prominent bulge in the prince’s trousers as he continued to fondle your breasts. His finger pinching the sensitive bud, causing a jolt of pleasure to run through your body; pushing your luscious thighs together as you felt your sex grow with shameful need. You dismayed upon yourself— you should not feel pleasure by his touch. You should not enjoy his focused and wanting gaze. You must never relish at the fact of being a prince’s whore. But as a moan finally left your lips, you knew you could not abide by common sense and propriety.

Aemond smirked when he finally heard the pleasured moan escape your lips and as he saw the way your thighs pressed together. “Such a beauty you are… you have been tempting me since I’ve had arrived.” You frown at the prince’s words. “I—I had no intentions to do so my prince— believe me, it was unconsciously done,” You said and Aemond hummed and let his hand trail upwards to cup your warm cheek. “Unconscious or not… you have still tempted me.” He said. You palms growing cold as the prince sank on his knees so you two would be at eye level. “You have tempted your prince to sin and desire a maiden…” A chill ran through you as his thumb swiped across your plump lips. 

No reply was made as the prince captured you into a kiss. Finally, claiming the lips he had been dreaming of for moons. The prince snaking in his tongue and smirking at himself as he had correctly guessed that kissing you would feel like heaven. His hand took yours and guided it to the bulge that was angrily straining in his trousers. “Do you feel what you do to me, little flower? You had your prince desire you… to ache for you so, and you must be the one to relieve me of this torment.” The prince rasped against your lips. You closed your eyes and let out a moaned breath as his lips nuzzled into your neck, and his hand guided you to stroke his length faster. 

You gasped as the prince moved you to lie down. You raised your head to look at him with wide eyes as you were sprawled exposed in his bed, and he simply looked at you with desire and a smirk on his thin lips that were growing swollen by the minute. “So fucking pretty.” He said as he was still on his knees. His hands found your thighs and forced them to part. “My prince—“ You called as you were surprised that he’s subject himself to such actions. But your call was left on deaf ears as the prince was in a trance as your glistening cunt was presented before him. 

You let a small startled sound leave your throat as you feel Prince Aemond’s lips place a light kiss before your sex. The prince enjoying the way you tensed before him— the way you tasted before him. It took moments before you finally succumbed to the pleasure that you tried hard to deny— that you felt entirely guilty to feel. You were defiantly resisting to acknowledge how skilled the prince was. Lapping and sucking your cunt, his nose nuzzling against your pearl whilst his tongue darted in and out of your entrance making you cry out in sheer pleasure. 

“You were so quiet the days before… who knew I could make yo scream so loudly,” Aemond smirked as he gazed up at you whilst his fingers continued the torment on your nubbin. Admiring the way your back was arched and how your lips parted with the sound of the pleasure he gives. “Why have you resisted me for so long, little flower? Why have you denied us of such pleasure?” Aemond returned his lips to your cunt, palming himself as he tasted your essence; sweet and tart and entirely mouthwatering for him. Aemond groaned against your cunt as he felt your soft hands grab the roots of his hair, making him feel the pleasure you were lost in. 

“My prince— I—“ You mumbled as you were blinded and dazed, uncertain of what was to come. The teaching of your septa only enlightens you about the pleasure the man would feel in consummation, you were not aware that women would feel pleasure as well. “You will call me by my name when you come,” The Prince ordered and his hold on your thighs are tighter, his eye drew upward and watch you mindlessly nod as your enchanting eyes rolled back. 

“Aemond— Aemond!” You cried as a flick of his tongue had you peaking and writhing on his face. The prince only watched still as your cunt writhed against him, his skin scattering with gooseflesh at the way you called and cried his name. 

You were still dazed from your high when you noticed the prince pulling you sit once more. His lips that tasted of you against your own. His cold, callused hand around your neck whilst the other guided your hand back to his length once more. Lost in pleasure, you boldly slipped your hand in his trousers. Letting your skin finally touch him, a stifled groan left his lips. Aemond parted your lips to remove his tunic, your eyes following every movement he made while your hand were still in his trousers, striking his pulsating and large length. “Remove my trousers, little flower,” He ordered as your eyes where on his toned torso. Aemond watched in dark desire as you slowly nodded your head and removed your hand from his length. Your soft fingers brushing with the skin of his waist and your lip between your teeth. 

Your eyes widened when his length sprang free. Gods, he was beautiful. You never thought that you would find something so phallic to be so… appealing. Your hand gripped the base of it once more and your eyes locked with the prince who watched you expectantly. “Put it in your mouth,” The prince gritted. You froze at his order, uncertain how to do as he asked. Aemond took hold of your chin and his thumb pried your mouth to part. “Put it in.” He ordered, voice deeper and harsher. You licked your lips and took the tip of him into your mouth. Startled as the prince let out a groan leave his lips and his hips thrusting forward, urging you to take more of him. 

You didn’t realized that hearing the prince spew out moans and groaning your name would elicit such a reaction from you. That his sounds of pleasures made your core twist painfully yet pleasurably so; that your nipples would pebble and tighten uncomfortably yet you enjoyed it. You crossed your legs as you feel your essence drip down and your cunt wanting to feel the pleasure that a dragon prince could provide. 

You gasped as the prince removed his length that had been hitting the back of your throat. Aemond dipping down and placing his hand around your neck, kissing your lips, uncaring that it had been recently subjected to pleasure his cock. “I do not know if I liked you better defiant or obliging, little flower,” Aemond whispered against your lips and you crossed your legs tighter as his hold on your neck strained your breathing— oddly adding to your desires.Aemond pushed you to lie down once more, laying his wight on top of you, his length resting on your thigh and you could not decide if you felt fear or excitement. 

Fear that after this moment you will no longer be a maiden— that you’d be tarnished and be the Prince’s whore. Excitement that this moment would bring you pleasure— that you would have your desires tamed. 

Heavy breathing, whines, and groans mixed as the prince tore his way through you. Your legs wrapped around his waist and your nails digging on his shoulders. “Your highness, it’s too much— I can’t,” You cried as the pain did not wash away and pleasure was far from reach. “Aemond. You will call me Aemond.” The prince grunted as you clenched around his length. He watched as the tears spilled from your eyes and your breast heaved in pain. Was it so bad that he enjoyed the sight of it? That he relished at the idea that he was the one to take your maiden head. That in the eyes of men and the laws of the gods, you were now bound to him. 

Aemond was slow with his actions, waiting for you to grow accustomed to him. Waiting for you to bless his ears with your pleasure moans once more. The prince dipped his head down and captured your tit into his mouth whilst his finger drew circles on your cunt. It was entirely difficult for the prince to hold back— with the way you clenched around him and the way your hand would grip his hair every time he dared to move… he could’ve come right then and there— filling you with his seed and ruining you to another degree. 

But he could do no such thing— not yet at least. He needed to feel how your cunt would tighten around him as you came. He needed to hear the way you would scream his name as he filled you with his seed. He needed to feel you in pleasure more than he needed himself to feel pleasure. 

“A-Aemond,” You called when finally the excruciating pain faded away and was replaced by the pleasure you felt moments ago. “Oh…” You sighed as his length was met with a spot in you that made your toes curl, and your eyes roll back. Never had you felt so full— so oddly complete. The prince tucked his head in the crook of your neck and would nip your salted skin that glistened with a thin layer of sweat. “You’re mine, little flower,” Aemond grunted as his thrust grew deeper and your moans louder. “Say that you are mine.” Aemond removed his head from the crook of your neck to look at the state of you. 

Your tits bouncing with each of his thrust. Your eyes rolled back, and your hands fisted the sheets. Your lips parted and spewing his name in satisfaction. Aemond placed his hands around your neck once more, delighting in the way that your cunt clenched tighter around him. Surprised and thankful that you’d enjoyed roughness, for that was the only thing the prince had ever known. “Say it.” He spat and you cried as his thrusts were harder deeper. “I’m… I’m yours!” You cried and took hold of his hand that was around your throat, urging him to grip tighter as you were nearing your peak. “Fucking hell,” The prince said harshly as he realized you wanted him to grip you tighter when his cock could barely move by the way you clamped around him. 

“So fucking perfect,” The prince praised and shifted his weight for your lips to meet. “Come for me, my flower… come for your prince,” Aemond cooed against your lips, and you were quick to obey as you finally let your tightened core loose. The prince was quick to follow you in pleasure, him grunting your name as he filled your cunt with his seed. Uncaring of the possibility that he’d create a bastard for himself. “I should have claimed my spoils of war sooner,” The prince mumbled and kissed you again. Your brain battling with your body as you could not find care that he’d call you his spoils of war— that you were reduced to his prize.

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