"Stop....!" (Y/n) called out, as the prince continued to pull her down the gloomy corridor. The sounds of the party far behind them. Aemond suddenly doing as he had been asked; pushing her back up against the nearest column and caging her between his arms. (Y/n) gasping as the lips of the one-eyed dragon, found her neck and then her breasts that were perfectly accentuated by the tightly fitting bodice of the gown.

"Aemond.........Aemond........what has gotten into you? You are never normally............"

"You.......it is you that has gotten into me." Aemond interrupted her; reluctantly letting his lips leave her flesh. Grabbing for her wrists as she did her best to push him away; and pinning her arms above her head.

"Aemond, what............?"

"Do you know what you do to me, (Y/n)? How I have been able to do nothing but fantasies about you since our first meeting, since you first removed your helmet. How every night I dream that you are naked, and in my bed; gripping at the sheet beneath you as I slowly move myself into you. You moaning out my name, as I make you cum." The prince explained. One of his hands moving from holding her wrists, down her arm and to her chest. (Y/n) gasping again, as they lingered over her breasts for a moment, before continuing their journey south. A shiver making its way down her spine, as his fingers made their way across her stomach and then......then her eyes closing as her skirts were moved and his hand pushed between her thighs. Aemond moaning as he felt her arousal already soaking her skin. The younger Cole believing that her legs would buckle beneath her, as his lips found her ear, and he praised her for being so wet for him.

Yes, (Y/n) had to confess that she was attracted to the second son of Queen Alicent; that there had been nights since they had met, that she had thought about Aemond taking her. Nights, she had pleasured herself by imaging that the dragon was in her bed; the air in the room thick with the odour of sex and sweat, as they both did their best to regain their breath. But never for one moment had she believed that such a thing would come true. He was a dragon, a prince; and she.......she was a female sellsword from a small House in the Dornish Marches. (Y/n) shaking her head, doing her best to ignore the lust that was building inside her. The desire to surrender to anything and everything that Aemond wanted.

"Aemond.........you........oh gods, that feels so good. Please......I.....I told you I am no whore..........."

"And I told you that I do not want a whore........." Aemond countered with a deep growl, bringing his hand from between her thighs and placing his fingers into his mouth so that he could taste her. A whimper coming from (Y/n) as he pushed himself against her. The sellsword able to feel his hard manhood rub up against the inside of her leg, as the prince used his foot to kick them apart.

"I told you; I am not my brother. If I just wanted a fuck, I would take one of the many maids that work in the Keep, just like my brother has, so many times. But I don't just want that; I want that and so much more, (Y/n). I want a woman that is only mine; a woman I can trust. A strong woman that will not be scared to stand with me and fight when the time calls for it. A woman that is prepared to do what she must. And I know of no woman better to do all that; to give me all I need, than you. You are what I want, what I desire; and I will have you........" The prince continued. His voice deeper and more primal than usual. (Y/n) feeling her body tremble; a little part of her oddly scared at his words, of how he wanted her. Sure, that no other man had ever said such things to her; had ever made her feel the way that Aemond was making her feel at that moment.

"But.......but your mother will never agree to this. She will want you to be with a well born lady.........."

"My mother.......my mother has no right to speak to me of such things. No right to judge. Do you know why your brother has risen to the heights he has; to the position he holds.....? It is because Criston is my mother's lover.........."

"What....no.......my brother is a White cloak; he took the oath. He would never betray that; it means too much to him......."

"That he did, yet still he finds his way into my mother's bed. So, if she can have a Kingsguard, a Cole; then I see no reason why I should not be able to have you. For if your brother is worthy of the love of a queen, then a woman as perfect as you, is certainly worthy of my love........" Aemond explained. The two just looking at one another at the moment. (Y/n) trying to see in his eye if he was lying about Criston; but there was nothing behind that beautiful orb but the truth. Nothing but the truth about many things. The younger Cole freeing her wrists from his grasp so that she could pull him back to her. So that she could kiss him as she had imagined kissing him while she had brought herself to her own high. The prince and the sellsword moaning, as their tongues began to dance in each other's mouth. Aemond, no longer able to wait for her reply; no longer able to wait for her to tell him that she desired him, as much as he desired her. The dragon taking the moment that they moved apart, to pull her up into his arms and carry her to his bedroom. It more than time that he finally got to see what lay beneath her clothes, as the dress she wore, would fall to the floor.