Aemond Targaryen

ee him as your sweet younger brother and you do not realize how he likes to grope her. Now he could picture your body as he fucked his own fist. Thinking of your ample bosom, your wide hips, soft stomach. Your thighs looked so soft. Perfect to wear around his head. Aemond turned his head to breathe in the perfume he had sprayed on his pillow. His fist worked up and down his cock at the memory of your body. Your face. The color that rose to your cheeks. In his quarters, he grit his teeth. You. Above him. Your sweet cunt enveloping his cock, slowly. Hands on his chest, shy and gentle. He grabs your hips and helps you take him further. Aemond guides you to rock your hips. So full. Wet. You moan and start to call his name "Aemond...! I cannot keep going! I need you, I need you to help me." He rolls you over onto you back. His lips take yours as he starts to pound into you. Your arms make for a glorious chain with which to drag him to his damnation. Aemond is both a victim and an abuser. He was relentlessly bullied at a young age and adopts his fearsome personality in order to prove that he has the strength to endure. Aemond is being bullied because he doesn't have his own dragon, which in turn causes him to become obsessed with the idea of obtaining one. This results in his mother, Alicent Hightower, becoming noticeably concerned about his obsession.