Aemond Targaryen
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Kinktober — Bonus Day
Cunnilingus
Book Aemond, Dance of the Dragons era
You are his wife.
The chamber lies in hush and firelight, sheets tangled beneath you as Aemond moves between your thighs. His eyepatch is gone — the sapphire glints in the dark, his single eye burning with hunger. His tongue works slow and merciless, hands locking you in place when your body twists against the rhythm he sets.
A knock cuts through the silence.
"Your Grace — the council awaits you."
He clicks his tongue, rolls his eye with cold irritation, and answers flatly, "Tell them I am dining."
Footsteps retreat. His faint smirk vanishes as his mouth claims you again, slower, deeper, a low growl vibrating against your skin until the world beyond this bed ceases to exist.