Chapter 4: The Dragon's Punishment
The heavy oak door of Aemond's chambers slammed shut behind you with a finality that made your stomach drop. He slid the iron bolt into place, the metallic click echoing like a sentence.
No escape.
He turned slowly, that single violet eye burning into you. The letter — your letter — was still clutched in his gloved hand, the broken seal mocking you.
"Read it," he ordered, voice low and dangerous. He pushed the paper into your trembling fingers. "Out loud. Every word."
Your throat went dry. You knew what it said. Coded instructions from Rhaenyra's man. Names. Times. Places. Proof that you had been playing both sides for weeks.
You started reading, voice shaking. Every line felt like a nail in your coffin. Aemond listened without moving, arms crossed, jaw tight. When you finished, the silence was worse than any shout.
He stepped closer until his chest brushed yours.
"Kitne din se mujhe dhokha de rahi thi, little traitor?" he whispered in that deadly soft tone. "While I was fucking you senseless, you were sending secrets to my enemies?"
His hand shot out, grabbing your jaw. Not hard enough to bruise… yet. But the warning was clear.
"On the bed. Now."
You obeyed, heart hammering. The moment your back hit the silk sheets, he was on you. He yanked your wrists above your head and pulled the leather belt from his waist with one sharp tug. The cool leather wrapped around your wrists, then looped through the carved bedpost. He tightened it until you couldn't pull free, only squirm.
"Tonight you don't get to touch me," he said, voice rough. "You only get to feel what I give you. And you will beg before I let you come."
He shoved your skirts up to your waist, baring you completely. No mercy. His mouth descended between your thighs without warning, tongue dragging slow and filthy over your already soaked folds. You cried out, hips jerking, but the belt held you in place.
He licked and sucked like a man possessed — long, deep strokes that had you panting in seconds. Two fingers pushed inside you, curling against that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. Pleasure built fast, dangerously fast.
You were right there —
He pulled back completely.
You whimpered, thighs shaking. "Aemond… please…"
"Not yet." His smirk was cruel and beautiful. He kissed the inside of your thigh, then bit down hard enough to leave a mark. "You don't come until I say so."
He did it again and again. Mouth, fingers, tongue — bringing you to the edge over and over, only to stop the second your walls started fluttering. Tears of frustration slipped down your cheeks. Your wrists pulled uselessly against the belt.
By the fourth time you were a sobbing mess.
"Please… Aemond, I can't— I'll do anything—"
He rose up, silver hair messy, lips shiny with your wetness. His cock was hard and leaking as he freed it from his breeches.
"Say it," he growled, lining himself up. "Tell me who you belong to."
"I'm yours," you choked out, voice broken. "Only yours. No one else. Please—"
He slammed into you in one brutal thrust.
You screamed.
He fucked you like he was punishing the realm itself — deep, hard, relentless. Every snap of his hips drove him to the hilt, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. His hand came down on your ass in a sharp smack, then another, the sting blooming into heat.
"Ñuha ābrazȳrys," he snarled in Valyrian, voice ragged. *My wife.* "Ñuha riña." *My girl.*
He spanked you again, harder, while pounding into you. The mix of pain and pleasure made your head spin. His other hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision spark.
"You will never betray me again," he hissed, thumb pressing under your jaw. "Say it while I fill this greedy cunt."
"I'll never—fuck—betray you again!" you sobbed, tears flowing freely now.
Only then did he let you come.
The orgasm crashed over you like dragonfire — violent, endless, your whole body convulsing around him as you gushed on his cock. He didn't stop. He fucked you through it, then kept going, forcing a second one right after the first. Your wrists strained against the belt, body shaking uncontrollably.
Aemond's pace turned savage. He leaned down, biting your neck as he came deep inside you with a broken groan, hot pulses filling you until it leaked out around his cock. But he still didn't pull out. He stayed buried, grinding slow and deep, pushing his release even further inside you.
"Mine," he whispered against your sweat-damp skin, almost tenderly now. "All fucking mine."
He finally untied the belt, rubbing your wrists gently before pulling you into his chest. For a moment there was only heavy breathing and the crackle of the hearth.
Then a frantic knock sounded on the door.
"My prince!" a servant's voice, panicked. "Rhaenyra's dragons have been sighted near King's Landing. The war… it has truly begun."
Aemond's lips curved into a dark, satisfied smile against your hair. His hand slid down to cup your dripping cunt possessively, two fingers pushing his cum back inside you.
He kissed your temple softly.
"Ab asli game shuru hota hai, little traitor," he murmured. "Aur tu iske beech mein… mere saath hi rahegi. Hamesha."
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**To Be Continued...**
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