( And because she is not of his blood ( though he is of hers ), there is a weight to their sin, one she is prepared to carry and shoulder the burden. With their sin comes shared guilt for the transgressions they are committing against the King ( her husband and his father ) and how desperate they are for one another, it means little to the Seven and the doctrine enforced throughout most of the Seven Kingdoms. Though she was not privy to his earlier thoughts, she shares the same sentiment — pleasure should not be sinful, especially what is shared between them.
How would one judge the sins they have committed? Would they turn a blind eye because he has the blood of the dragon surging through his veins, and they are not the same as the common man; they are closer to the gods? Or would they judge their actions to the highest degree, for they are mother and son, committing adultery against the King?
Such thoughts would generally make her stomach twist with nerves, bringing forth intrusive thoughts that make her seek out the comforts of destroying her hands, but she is free of them. Consumed by the engulfing lust and desire that she feels for Aemond — a feeling she had thought she understood, it pales in comparison to how she feels for him. A fire desperate to swallow her whole, to burn everything around her until there is nothing but the two of them left.
It makes her want to share every part of herself with him. To join their bodies as one and drown in the same pleasures. The Gods are as cruel as they are good. She is thankful for an end to her loneliness and the ache that had been growing within her for so long, but what cost must she pay to be sated finally?
Between her folds, she can feel his throbbing as she grinds their hips together. His girth is impressive as the temptation and ache she has to feel him within her grows. If she slid higher, she could easily take him. To feel the head press against her before slipping in and spreading her tightness around him. The ache within her grows, making her wetter and him slicker as she follows the rhythm of their bodies together.
Calloused fingers against her skin cause her breath to catch in her lungs, and a shuddered moan escapes her lips as she tilts her head to the side, exposing more of her neck for his lips to explore. Her nipples hard, brushing against his chest with each roll of her hips, and quickened breath once she remembers how to breathe again. )
I want all of you, Aemond, ( she murmurs against his ear as she tips her head down, gently brushing his hair aside and behind his ear as her fingers thread through silken strands, cradling the back of his head as she holds him close. ) To share in your pleasure, happiness, and sadness — I will take anything you give me.
no subject
How would one judge the sins they have committed? Would they turn a blind eye because he has the blood of the dragon surging through his veins, and they are not the same as the common man; they are closer to the gods? Or would they judge their actions to the highest degree, for they are mother and son, committing adultery against the King?
Such thoughts would generally make her stomach twist with nerves, bringing forth intrusive thoughts that make her seek out the comforts of destroying her hands, but she is free of them. Consumed by the engulfing lust and desire that she feels for Aemond — a feeling she had thought she understood, it pales in comparison to how she feels for him. A fire desperate to swallow her whole, to burn everything around her until there is nothing but the two of them left.
It makes her want to share every part of herself with him. To join their bodies as one and drown in the same pleasures. The Gods are as cruel as they are good. She is thankful for an end to her loneliness and the ache that had been growing within her for so long, but what cost must she pay to be sated finally?
Between her folds, she can feel his throbbing as she grinds their hips together. His girth is impressive as the temptation and ache she has to feel him within her grows. If she slid higher, she could easily take him. To feel the head press against her before slipping in and spreading her tightness around him. The ache within her grows, making her wetter and him slicker as she follows the rhythm of their bodies together.
Calloused fingers against her skin cause her breath to catch in her lungs, and a shuddered moan escapes her lips as she tilts her head to the side, exposing more of her neck for his lips to explore. Her nipples hard, brushing against his chest with each roll of her hips, and quickened breath once she remembers how to breathe again. )
I want all of you, Aemond, ( she murmurs against his ear as she tips her head down, gently brushing his hair aside and behind his ear as her fingers thread through silken strands, cradling the back of his head as she holds him close. ) To share in your pleasure, happiness, and sadness — I will take anything you give me.