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As far as Aemond could remember, it was always like this. Each time was different but the feelings, rotting in his soul, were staying unchanged. And the same was the person who was waking up these feelings. Their little secret. And to question it, would be punishable by whatever punishment that monster decided.
A small whimper left his lips as a cold hand slowly touched his cock. His hips tried to move away from the coldness, pushing more into the sheets. His hands, tied up against the bed frame, shook as another wave of cold hit him. The person's eyes were watching him with blazing interest, even though he could not particularly see them from the point he was laying in. But the way he could feel them, on his skin, it was terrifying. The idea of turning his head around crossed his mind but he's afraid what the reaction would be. He's unsure if he is allowed to do so and he is not willing to try.
"Shhh," his mother's voice echoed through every pore of his body. It made him anxious. He tried to take a deep breath, calming himself down but the way her hand moves just leaves him panting. "It's okay." she said. Her voice is full of dishonesty, lies and false promises. It's like a poison to him and yet, when she lowers herself and her tongue asks for permission to enter, he cannot help himself but answer her. He's willing to let her kill him, lie to him.
The kiss is soft. Her tongue is exploring his mouth, its taste and softness. His do the same. It's sweet and gentle. As the opposite of Alicent's hand that is stroking his hard cock with a firm hold. He can feel the blood burn in his sensitive skin and boil in his ears. The tormenting, hard, cold touch turns warm. It's so much and yet it's so little. He can feel her palm moving around the base, her thumb teasing the hole on the tip.
"Mother." He said when their lips separated. Thick saliva is connecting their lips. He can see it shine in the flames of candles.
"Please."
The begging is not new to him. It's something that he did before for her. Only for her. It's making him feel weird. Weak. Pathetic. He's not even sure why he's saying that. It's like an unanswered prayer. It can't be pleading to stop, for she never will. And it cannot be pleading for more either, for he can't take it. He knew he couldn't.
He's already a moaning mess. The way his mother's hand is moving is so gentle. Too much. Too good.
Too wrong.
He knew it was wrong the first time she laid with him. Back then, when he still could look at her with both eyes. It was not normal even between Targaryens to lie a parent and a child and yet here they are unable to stop. Not for the first and not for the last.
Her favorite son.
Aegon always made sure he knew that that's exactly what he is. Mama's boy. Always getting all the attention, all the praise, all the comfort. Though it doesn't feel like that to him. There is no comfort in her eyes when she looks at him nor does he sense it in her presence. It's all just more and more pain that she's spreading around.
Or maybe he's begging Gods. To bring some sense into him and Alicent. To pull them out of a verge of madness where they both ended up. But instead it seems like the Seven wants to pull them over it for good. Maybe it's all a joke to them? He thought. They have to be laughing at him.
But he can't focus on this properly. His thoughts are all over the place. Running around his mind. His feelings are the same.
His mother's hands let go of his dick. Aemond gasped at the unexpected lack of friction. The soft whimper left his lips and his hips moved up, asking for that something. His cock, laying against his stomach, red, leaking and twitching. He felt a shift on the bed as his mother, who was up until this point sitting on it, stood up. His eye widened, desperately searching for her. His first thought was that she had left.
She did that once. As a punishment. He tried to reason with her once. About all of this. She didn't like it. That day, she made it obvious she was in charge - the rule maker. He felt so weak. So dependable on somebody else. It was pathetic.
So needy.
But this time, he didn't do anything wrong. Or maybe he did? Alicent was always so angry. At everything and everyone. It wasn't hard to displease her.
But another shift on the mattress led him astray. Alicent was simply just changing her position. He left out a sigh of relief when he noticed her sitting between his legs. Aemond opened his mouth to ask why but his question turned into a loud moan as his mother drew her tongue around his sensitive veins.
Her lips stopped on the tip, kissing it before sucking the glans inside her warm mouth. His whole body shook in pleasure. Her mouth was slowly swallowing him whole and he could feel the way his dick hit the back of her throat. His mother growled at that. The vibration that the noise created made him choke and moan.
He wishes his hands to be free. To sink them into her hair. To pull them out of her skull. To pull her closer to him. Make her choke on him as he fucks her throat deep. Until she drops dead. That's what she deserves for making him feel less of himself.
"Fuck," he lets out when one of his mother's hands moved to his balls, massaging them carefully.
He noticed her small smile. Obviously mocking and plotting something. What? He could only try to guess.
But with each lick and touch he could feel himself getting closer to cumming, and with that, his thoughts getting more dislocated. Aemond's mind was shattering into tiny pieces. He was falling apart and there was nobody except for that monster to catch him...
His hips moved up, to get closer and more of that pleasant wet hotness. Blood is once again running in his ears. His eye rolled in the back of his head. He was close. So painfully close. His hands shook against the rope that binds them and they draw blood but he does not care. He was so close. So close. His penis was twitching against the soft tongue. His orgasm was building up slowly. Just a little bit more.
"Please," he begged again. His eye met the Alicent's ones. The color withdraws from his skin when he notices her smile. The knowledge of what she's about to do sank in. He shook his head in protest. He was so fucking close. But the way her eyes wicked evilly told him everything he needed to know.
"No, no. Please!"
But it was all in vain, for his mother pulled away just the last few seconds. He gasped for the air. That fucking bitch.
The chuckle of amusement left Alicent's lips. "You're impatient."
"Please," he cried instead. A desperate noise. His hips automatically moving up, asking for something, anything.
He wanted it. Needed it.
"So eager," she said more to herself than to him. There was a quiet noise of rustling of fabric as she lifted up her dress. Aemond's eye widened as she exposed her cunt. "Is this what you want?"
The question caught him off guard. For a moment he could not grasp the words that were running around on his tongue. His instinct was to say yes, for his only desire was to cum and to satisfy her. But he could not let these words out because he was unsure of the overall truthfulness they would carry.
From the way she looked at him, she wasn't pleased by his unresponsiveness. A loud noise of the flesh being hit tickled his ear. A stinking pain could be felt on his thigh. He hissed in discomfort. It wasn't a hard stroke. But enough to be felt and probably seen. And definitely enough to help him find his lost words.
"Yes," he breathed out that lie with such ease as if it was the truth. He could feel embarrassment creeping into his cheeks turning them red. His one eye was watching her carefully. Alicent lips curled into a small smile not moving, desiring more.
"Fuck me. Please."
Her smile grew slightly. "Are you sure?"
The question is sharp and cruel because no. He is not fucking sure. But his cock is leaking and he just needs her to do something to make it stop. Another small yes could be caught in the air. If she was hoping that he would ask her to eat her out, she was wrong. He would gladly let others do so. But she would have to force him. But it seems like she got what she wanted.
"Fine," she said indifferent but he could hear a small trace of warning and mocking in her tone. "But I'm not stopping until I, myself, cum." She positioned herself above him. Taking his painfully throbbing cock into her hand, positioning it for her needs and lowering herself, she let it carefully slip in.
Both of their moans echoed through the room in sync. She closed her eyes, biting her lip as she relished the feeling of being full. Her chest was moving heavily, her hard nipples visible through the piece of clothing.
Aemond sucked an air at the feeling of tightness and softness around his cock. He could not stop himself from letting his hips move up. She hissed at him, disapprovingly. Placing her hands on his hips, steadily holding him at place as she slowly started moving.
He whined, knowing that her fingers will leave marks on his pale skin. The thought that he will have to look at them tomorrow made him sick. She bent herself above him, catching his lips between hers. This kiss is different from the previous one. Deeper, hungry, forceful. It feels like a trap or cage with no escape. A torture. But at least he can close his eye and not look at her.
His heart is beating in his cock, inside of her and fuck- She is so wet. He's afraid that he may slip out. He is trying to get off the ropes again, ignoring his already sore and bloody wrists. The pain is not strong enough. He just wants to grab her, pull her closer, and throw her away. Her hair tickled his face. Her lips swallowed his cries. His head is spinning. He hates how it feels and yet he cannot stop and return each kiss, each bite.
She pulled away from him, taking a breath and he could not help himself but to try, and move his head up in a feeble attempt to connect their lips back together.
She smiles at him. Almost innocent. But he could see the cruelty in it.
Her hips are still moving, the bed creaked underneath. His dick is twitching inside her and the pulsation is getting louder. He could swear that he heard it. He was getting towards the edge. And even though she was holding him down and through his own disgust, he found himself rocking against her. She placed another kiss on his lips.
A few more thrusts and he's coming inside her. His head tilted back, his pupils dilated, mouth opened wide in silent scream, his brain full of fog and ecstasy and body slightly shaking. But his delight slowly turned into discomfort, when his mother's movements continued in the steady place. He whined, feeling the irritation around the whole base of his cock.
"W-wait," was all he could say, hoping for his mother to at least slow down. He squirms under her the overwhelming stimulation forcing a hiss out of him. He tried to move himself around, to get away, to throw her off balance but the fog wrapping his mind made him completely disorientated. The dried blood on his bonds turned fresh. "I can't..." He shook his head. His cock is not even flaccid yet and she is already demanding it to be hard again.
But his mother just gave him a sly leer. "Yes you can and you will." There is another noise of protest dragging itself out of his lungs when Alicent's hand suddenly grabs him by the throat. He gasped at the lack of air, the protest lost in the painful squeak. Aemond thinks if this all isn't just a sick way to get rid of him. Use him and then throw him away. Like a thing. A toy perhaps.
"Stop..." This embarrassing noise escaped his lips. It's pronounced with such softness and despair and he has to bite his own lips to stop himself from saying it again. Because it's pointless. She warned him, he realized. She warned him and he didn't listen.
His penis hurts from the way she is trying to chase her own orgasm. The overstimulation is blinding, the blood from his wrists is dripping on the sheets. The little bit of air that gets into his lungs burns and stings.
He curses himself. There is a wet pressure behind his eye and he needs to close it to make it stay there. He cannot let himself appear more weak than he already is... But he can still hear everything that is going on...
The moaning, the way her thighs slap his and his muffled sobs, screaming in his own ears. Furthermore he feels his body react. His cock is fully hard once again. It's overwhelming. The betrayal. The shame.
"Look at me." It's a command. That kind that he would rather not listen to but Aemond is terrified. And so he looks at her. Her cheeks are reddish and her lips are open in constant moaning as the pleasure is taking over her piece by piece. His dick disappears and reappears as she keeps riding him.
A scene that would normally be beautiful to look at, be it any other woman. Just not her. Not her.
His vision is starting to get blurry and he needs to blink to keep the tear inside his eye. Her hand suddenly pressed harder against his throat. It cut the small way for air to flow and he made a gagging sound. The grip was painful and under her fingers, a bruise was starting to form. His stomach made a turn. Covering marks on his hips and thighs will be easy. Even his wrists. But his neck...
His heart clenched at the idea that they would notice. That they would know. How pitiful he is. What a disgrace. What a pathetic excuse for a man. Letting himself be held down by a woman - his mother, but woman nonetheless. Aegon would have laughed at him. Helaena would feel humiliated on his behalf. And Daeron would be giving him looks without saying anything.
Another blink, another tear being hidden. The sheets, soaking wet from sweat, were sticking to his back. Wrists crimson. His hard cock twitching inside her. Her walls hugged him more and more tightly. His lungs feel like they will explode from the lack of oxygen. He is gasping. Fighting for the air. Saliva is dripping from his mouth.
Alicent throws her head back. "I'm cumming." Her voice is a whisper that he barely hears.
A few more movements and she's shaking, her body stopped moving and she moaned loudly. Grip around his throat gets loose cold air hitting him. At the same time his eye rolled inside his head, white splashing his vision. There is a body lying on top of him, almost knocking that precious air out. The noise of pain dragging from his sore throat hurts. His cock slipped out of her.
She stays like that for a moment, lying on him and breathing heavily, his own breath is quick against hers, before she finally gets off of the bed. He didn't even realize how tired he was before. Every part of his body hurts and itches. She fixed her dress before untying him. In that moment he finally noticed how numb his fingers were. He took a careful look. His skin is cut deep at some places and the blood is still slowly dripping out. He would probably need it cleaned.
"I should be going," Alicent told him breathily. For some reason he feels his heart beat faster. "Before they figure out that I'm here." The explanation doesn't make him feel any better. He wants to ask who is "they". Is it Aegon? Cole? Perhaps his grandsire Otto?
He cannot even form proper words when he hears steps and then opening and closing of the doors. He is left alone. Bloody and wet mess. His hair all over the place. His abused body is covered with marks. Shit. He still needs to figure out how to cover them. His throat is sore and he knows he needs some water but he is too weak to go and get any. A tear finally breaks from his eye and he does nothing to stop it as the tiredness takes over and his mind gets overtaken by nothingness.