Aemond Targaryen

Kinktober — Day 3

Dragonriding kink

The sky is endless, the wind sharp enough to steal your breath — and still, Aemond presses closer against your back, his voice cutting through the roar like a blade. One hand steadies the reins, the other wanders, slow and deliberate, as if the saddle itself were made for more than flight. High above the world, there is no law, no witness, no escape. Only the rhythm of Vhagar’s wings, and Aemond’s heat, dangerous and inescapable at your back.

"Hold steady… unless you trust me enough to let go."