[ There is no shame or strangeness, only need. Under his hands he can feel her thighs tremble slightly under the first lap of his tongue. The unbridled curse falling from her lips is all the encouragement he needs. Stirring in his own want, still wondering how it would feel to have her tremble like this with him inside of her. If she would have him in that way. But it is not now he regrets. Now he has been waiting to do ever since her mouth had paid him a kindness earlier that day.]
Are they not reverent, mother? Devoted? [ Aemond asks slowly. Swallowing her taste. Something intoxicating about the musk of it on his tongue. His hands signal his descent again, pressing down a gentle weight along her thighs as he seals his mouth over her. Nose crushed into soft skin as he laps at her again with a few more slow strokes, teasing, before he speaks again.]
Does it not feel as though it lifts you closer to the gods?
[Pleasure should not be sinful, he thinks. This pleasure between them the least. Equal and wanting. Bridled with bright flames. His breath is almost cool when he speaks against the unspeakable warmth emanating from her. Trapped again as he plies his mouth to her. Fingers curling against her thigh as he can feel them shudder, shifts to rise one to rest on his shoulder. Allowing his tongue to do the coaxing his fingers had been taught. Following the motions of her rise along that bundle of nerves. Leaving his focus there to lease his tongue in a steady rhythm.]
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Are they not reverent, mother? Devoted? [ Aemond asks slowly. Swallowing her taste. Something intoxicating about the musk of it on his tongue. His hands signal his descent again, pressing down a gentle weight along her thighs as he seals his mouth over her. Nose crushed into soft skin as he laps at her again with a few more slow strokes, teasing, before he speaks again.]
Does it not feel as though it lifts you closer to the gods?
[Pleasure should not be sinful, he thinks. This pleasure between them the least. Equal and wanting. Bridled with bright flames. His breath is almost cool when he speaks against the unspeakable warmth emanating from her. Trapped again as he plies his mouth to her. Fingers curling against her thigh as he can feel them shudder, shifts to rise one to rest on his shoulder. Allowing his tongue to do the coaxing his fingers had been taught. Following the motions of her rise along that bundle of nerves. Leaving his focus there to lease his tongue in a steady rhythm.]