A second part of this story for ThePineappleSimp.

Aemond couldn't help but stare at her in wonder, as she lay beneath him on the cold stone floor. (Y/n)'s hands slowly pulling the doublet from his shoulders, before removing his shirt from over his head. Her lips connecting with the flesh of his pale chest. Her hand creeping slowly down, only stopping as it came to rest on his hardening manhood. Aemond letting out a deep, guttural groan as she began to firmly move her hand over his still clothed cock. The dragon child smiling broadly, as she felt it move under her palm.

He could still recall the first time that they had been together. It was true that the pair had slept in the same bed from the moment that they had been born. His mother, the servants only ever trying to separate them once. Quickly learning better of it, as Aemond had screamed and cried, and (Y/n).........well, (Y/n) had been far, far scarier in her protests. The little girl letting out a roar, biting and clawing at the servants until they released her, and she had raced back to the boy she loved. The pair consoling one another as they held themselves close. The Keep getting reports from the dragon pit that the winged creatures had become agitated and sent out great plumes of fire, at the same time as (Y/n) had let out her roar. But when they had become older; as they had come of age, it was obvious to all that there was more going on between the prince and the unusual girl, than there had been previously. No woman, other than his mother, daring to get close to the second born son of Viserys, once (Y/n) had become a woman.

Aemond couldn't help but smile, as he heard the all too familiar deep, purr like sound that would come from (Y/n) as he began to kiss her breasts. His tongue moved across her hardened nibs. She had made that exact noise that first night. To begin with, he had to confess that he had wondered what was wrong with her, as she had looked at him in a way that she never had before. The young woman circling him like some great predatory beast. Her eyes seeming to become more like those of the dragons, as she had smelled at the air. The prince quite taken aback, as he had suddenly found himself on the bed. (Y/n) ripping at his clothes to get to the flesh beneath. Aemond's eyes rolling back into his head, as her lips, her teeth and her tongue had attacked his body. Balling the sheet below him, up into his hands as he felt her take him into her mouth. Sure, that he had never felt anything more wonderful in his life, than the moment he had first sheathed himself in her body. The way she felt, how she looked at him, leaving Aemond in awe. The young man sure that there was no other woman in the whole of the world that could come close to the dragon child. His dragon child. The two promising, as they held one another close, that no one would ever come between them, or try to keep them apart again.

"You're thinking............." (Y/n) whispered softly. Smiling as Aemond grabbed her hand and pushed it down inside his breeches. The breath catching in his throat, as he finally felt her soft skin against his aching manhood.

"I always know that faraway look in your eye. Don't tell me that the dragons disturb you, my love. It isn't the first time that we have been here, and I doubt it will be the last. It is only right and normal that dragons like us, should mate under there protection..............." (Y/n) cooed. Aemond struggling to contain himself, as she continued to touch him. Sure, that at any moment he would lose himself and spill his seed over her hand. The child of the dragons yelping slightly as he suddenly pushed her fully back against the stone floor. The prince looming over her. His look now not of distant imaginings, but of pure lust. The body of his lover the only thing that he could think of. The only thing that he wanted. (Y/n) quickly pushing down his breeches before he moved his body between her legs.

"I was thinking about you. About us...........about our first time.........." Aemond confessed. (Y/n) gasping and digging her nails into the lithe muscles in his back, as he pushed himself inside of her. The prince smiling, as she wrapped her legs high around his waist.

"You mean the first time I took you. I swear that I almost scared you to death, when I pushed you onto the bed." (Y/n) giggled softly. Her mirth replaced by moans of pleasure as the Targaryen began to move. Each thrust strong and forceful. Each thrust going deeper inside of her. Her mind reeling, as he found that spot within her that would always make her come undone. That would make her scream out his name in exquisite pleasure. His lips moving from the skin of her neck to her ear. His voice, deep, low and seductive, as he whispered in reply. His breath against her flesh sending an exquisite shiver down her spine.

"But I am not scared anymore. I now know how tame my beautiful dragon.........don't I.........." Aemond told her, placing his hand around her throat and squeezing slightly, as his pace quickened. Glorious sounds leaving her lips, as his movements soon began to stutter. The cry of the prince's name, echoing throughout the great expanse, as Aemond and the child of dragons reached their high.