It had been a long time since Aemon had last visited Sunspear.
Yet, for some strange reason, the vast wastes of Dorne were still clear in his memory, a memory strangely ever present in his mind. Fifteen years ago, his father, King Rhaegar of House Targaryen, had taken him to visit the home and family of his stepmother, Queen Elia of House Martell. The stay had been a short and somewhat uncomfortable one, though Aemon couldn't say that anything out of the ordinary had occurred during it. On the contrary, those days had been a quite boring routine.
It was only a few hours after noon that the party finally sighted the unmistakable keep of the Martells on the horizon.
Sunspear was a walled settlement, protected by three massive winding walls, encircling each other, containing miles of narrow lanes, hidden courts, and noisy bazaars. The Threefold Gate, where the gates were lined up one behind the other, avoided the labyrinth allowing direct passage on a brick path to the Old Palace.
The overall shape of the city reminded Aemon just how peculiar the dornish people really were.
House Nymeros Martell, commonly called House Martell, was one of the Great Houses of the Seven Kingdoms and the ruling house of Dorne. Nymeros indicated the line of Nymeria, referring to the union of the Martells with the Rhoyish warrior queen centuries ago.
The Martells of old used a spear as their emblem, while Nymeria and hers Rhoynar used the sun as theirs. When Nymeria married Lord Mors Martell, the symbols were combined into a golden spear that pierced a red sun on an orange field.
As they approached the place, the arrival of the royal caravan was delayed by a crowd of people who came out to greet them vigorously, preventing for a few moments the free passage of horses and wagons.
The people of Dorne surely looked forward to the return of their queen, Aemon mused. Elia Martell was well loved by everyone in the region, her kindness having spread to the far corners of the realm. She had even proposed to his father the construction of new works to improve the quality of life of the inhabitants of the region. The king had not refused, and soon the best royal engineers had begun settlement projects. Aemon had heard rumors from certain people of great renown that the queen was the best thing that had happened to Dorne since they had accepted to submit to the Iron Throne.
Sadly, Aemon reflected that the Dornish would probably be sorely disappointed. Queen Elia had remained in King's Landing due to ill health, accompanied by her ladies-in-waiting and by Ser Oswell Whent and Ser Arys Oakheart of the Kingsguard.
As for the other members of the royal family…
His half-sister Rhaenys was in the cold North. She had married Robb Stark, the heir to Winterfell and Aemon's cousin. By all accounts, the marriage between the two was a courteous and peaceful one. That at least was a consolation. The people of the North certainly needed something to make them forget the offense his father had committed towards them many years ago.
His half-brother Aegon, on the other hand, had remained on Dragonstone, ruling the ancient seat with his wife, Lady Margaery Tyrell, at his side, as was the ancient custom of the heir to the throne. He certainly had a great talent for management, which he had undoubtedly inherited from the king.
In truth, while Aemon admittedly was sometimes jealous of his half-brother, it was also true that he and Aegon had always been close. As children, they used to practice with swords incessantly, calling out the names of Aegon the Conqueror, Daeron the First, Aemon the Dragon Knight, Gwayne Corbray, Dunk the Tall, and the rest of their favorite heroes. All of this under the joyful gaze of his sister Rhaenys and the careful supervision of the two best knights in the realm: Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning, and Ser Barristan Selmy, called by many Barristan the Bold.
Unfortunately his half brother was no longer with him to tease him or make him laugh with his crass japes. Now, only his father accompanied him.
Both were in Dorne at the invitation of the increasingly old and weak Prince Doran; he wanted to discuss certain seats that had become vacant on the Small Council due to the untimely death of Lord Paxter Redwyne, Master of Ships. Aemon had no doubt that the old prince would propose his brother Oberyn, also known as the Red Viper, as a royal advisor, which was… interesting, to say the least. Everyone in the kingdom had heard of Prince Oberyn's unpredictable hot-blooded personality and queer appetites.
When they finally arrived at the castle, after considerable delay, Aemon and his father were received with all honors by Prince Doran's personal guard, while the prince remained seated on a chair the likes of which Aemon had never seen before, with a blanket covering his legs.
His gout must surely have gotten worse.
Prince Doran certainly seemed to have only a few years left to live, if that, judging by his haggard face and his barely noticeable breathing. He gave the impression of a frail and powerless old man. It was hard for Aemon to believe that Doran Martell was less than sixty years of age.
"It is an honor to have you here, Your Grace", the prince told them once they had dismounted their horses. His voice sounded extremely weak and tired. "We were waiting for you. Sunspear is yours".
The king nodded gallantly, as was his custom. "It is an honor to return to Sunspear after so many years, Prince Doran", he said. "I am glad to see that its wonderful people and its beautiful landscapes have not changed at all".
"Always so eloquent Your Grace", the prince commented, apparently amused.
"It is a great pleasure to see you again, Prince Doran", Aemon said once it was his turn to greet him. His father had always taught him to be courteous and polite when addressing his vassals, especially one as important as the Prince of Dorne.
"I say the same, Prince Aemon. I must admit that you have grown considerably since the last time we met". Aemon nodded respectfully. "I still remember the days when you were just a young lad who used to play with my children. Which reminds me… do you remember my daughter, Princess Arianne?", the prince asked, just before raising his arm and gently gesturing with his hand.
Just then, the princess began to approach them from the crowd gathered in front of her, accompanied by an intimidating broad-shouldered, white-haired guard who carried a massive ax with a handle some six feet long.
Aemon couldn't help but stare like a fool at the woman in front of him.
The eldest child and heiress of Prince Doran had been an awkward child in her youth, according to many. Aemon even had scant memories of a plump, flat-chested young girl. But now that had certainly changed. Princess Arianne had grown to be quite a woman, beautiful and voluptuous, with olive skin, large dark eyes, and long, thick black hair that fell in ringlets to the middle of her back. She had beautiful full lips and round ripe breasts. The princess was wearing a flowing silk gown the color of polished bronze, accompanied by jewelry and other lavish accessories that accentuated her remarkable figure.
"It's nice to see you again after so long, princess", Aemon told her, trying to sound as dignified as possible.
"Oh, I assure you the pleasure is all mine, my prince", the princess replied. The way she said the words stirred something inside Aemon, something he knew could spell trouble.
"I hope our arrival wasn't hastier than you expected", his father said to Prince Doran. "I believe we rode at a faster pace than we had planned".
"Please forgive me for interrupting, Your Grace", Princess Arianne said with a smile and a curtsy, "but I wouldn't worry much about such things. I'm glad that you both finally arrived. Just as my father said…". She glanced at Aemon out of the corner of her eye. "…we were looking forward to meeting you again". Aemon's heart began to pound, and he could almost feel his cheeks flush. How could a woman cause such a reaction on him in such a short time? They were just meeting each other again, for the first time in many long years. It was as if the princess was able to see through his flesh and right into his mind. Her lips seemed to invite him to devour them. Even the scent of her perfume was unbearably intoxicating.
"My daughter and the captain of my guards shall accompany you to your rooms, Your Grace", Prince Doran said. "We tried to make them as comfortable as possible. I hope they are to your liking".
The king smiled. "I am sure they will be".
"This way, Your Grace", the princess indicated to them. As they were being led by her, Aemon couldn't help noticing that every move Arianne Martell made seemed to be designed with the intention of attracting the gaze of men. The delicate, graceful yet striking way in which she walked and moved her hips... Gods... Aemon had no doubt that this woman was capable of seducing even a eunuch if she wanted to. How could a woman like her still be unmarried?
According to rumors, Arianne Martell had yet to find a suitable match. But that didn't make sense. Surely any man from Dorne… No, any man from the realm… would be more than happy to marry her, even if such thing meant he would become a mere consort with little power.
After getting to know the spacious and luxurious rooms that Prince Doran had prepared for them, the night finally arrived, and with it the time of the feast. Aemon prepared himself as well as he could. He knew that the Dornish preferred spicy foods. The snake sauce preferably had a drop of poison, as well as mustard seeds and dragon peppers. The Dornish produced their own wines, often called 'Dornish reds'. Those wines were generally sour, although on occasion they could be richer in flavor. Dornish strongwines were as dark as blood, with a sweet taste.
As he tried to endure the hot and piquant food, Aemon could see Princess Arianne two seats away from him, in the company of her cousins, the Sand Snakes, the famous bastard daughters of Oberyn Martell. She was taking a sip of her wine, yet keeping her gaze fixed on him with those lovely eyes. To his embarrassment, Aemon could feel her cock harden a little at the thought of what it would be like to touch and caress and kiss the bare skin of the heiress of Dorne, even for just a few moments. Admittedly, much to his embarrassment, it had been some time since he had shared his bed and warmth with a woman...
Enough, you fool, Aemon told himself. Princess Arianne is the future ruler of Dorne, not some whore you can lust after. Remember that.
After eating, Aemon found himself drinking and talking with Prince Oberyn. The Red Viper certainly knew how to tell a story without making people lose interest. If true, the stories of his travels through the Free Cities could rival the exploits of Ser Arthur and Ser Barristan.
"I confess I never thought you were such a skilled warrior, Prince Oberyn", Aemon said, trying to keep his words from sounding insulting.
To his relief, the Red Viper simply smiled, a sharp smile, almost a cruel one. "Most people don't. Sadly, for many, that is the last mistake they ever make. But enough about me, Prince Aemon. Let's talk about you. If you don't mind me saying so, it's a pity that a man as… fine, intelligent and cordial as you… has yet to marry. Why is that? I wonder…".
"I…"
"Enough, my love", Ellaria Sand fortunately intervened in the conversation, before kissing the prince's lips. She was the lover of the Viper, the mother of half of the Sand Snakes, and the bastard daughter of a nobleman whose name Aemon couldn't recall at the time. "You must not bother the prince with so many questions. It is improper. Come, I believe His Grace mentioned that he wanted to talk with you and your brother".
"I apologize, Prince Aemon", the Viper told him. "It seems I have more important matters to attend to".
The prince and his mistress withdrew, leaving Aemon alone at the feast among a group of people mostly unknown to him. Aemon supposed that he could go find Ser Arthur and Ser Barristan to chat with them, but unfortunately neither seemed to be around. They would most likely be at his father's side, guarding him and keeping him safe.
Feeling uncomfortable among so many strange faces, Aemon considered following Prince Oberyn and his paramour to the meeting with his father and Prince Doran. Before he could do so, he caught sight of a figure approaching him from the crowd out of the corner of his eye.
"My prince", Princess Arianne told him, practically whispering in his ear. Her breath smelled of sweet, warm, heady wine.
"Yes, princess?".
"I'm afraid there's something that I feel we need to discuss. Preferably alone, away from all these… unsavory ears".
Aemon couldn't help but be intrigued. "Discuss? Now?".
"I hope you don't mind", the princess told him, sounding almost like a worried child. "Please, my prince, it is of the utmost importance".
Aemon sighed slightly before nodding. "Very well, Princess".
The princess smiled at him. "Good. Meet me in my quarters in an hour", she told him, handing him a piece of paper with something written on it. I will be waiting".
As she walked away, Aemon just stood there, watching the entincing way the princess was walking out of his view. Before leaving the Great Hall through a door, though, she turned to him and offered him a suggestive look.
What are you doing? She is the future Princess of Dorne. What would Father say if he knew what you were thinking?
Yet, despite his better judgement, Aemon decided to follow Arianne Martell, just as she had asked. There was something about that woman that made Aemon feel as if he were still a maiden. Were all Dornish women like this?
Following the instructions the princess had left him on the paper, Aemon finally reached her room, and, just like the paper told him to, he knocked twice on the door before entering. Once inside, he quickly noticed how dark the room was, the only source of light apparently being a few scented candles in each corner. Aemon looked around him, trying to catch a glimpse of Princess Arianne. However, she was not in the room. Could this all be an elaborate joke? If so, he would feel like the biggest imbecile in the Seven Kingdoms.
"Princess?", Aemon said, hoping he wasn't just talking to himself. "Are you here?".
"I am, my prince", the voice told him.
Aemon turned to see Arianne Martell step out of the shadows behind, near the door. She was wearing a luxurious golden snake-shaped bracelet on her right arm… and nothing else.
Seven hells…
The princess's body was worthy the Maiden herself. Her olive skin seemed to glow in the candlelight and the muscles in her legs, her breasts, and her hips moved and contracted with each step she took. Aemon saw the princess's dark hair loose over her shoulders to the top of her full breasts, falling in delicate curls. Even the hair of her sex seemed soft and wavy. How could such a beautiful woman be real?
Aemon felt his heart ready to burst out of his chest, his cock hardening at the sight.
"Princess…". He could barely get the words out of his mouth.
"I hope I am to your liking, my prince", she told him, half-smiling as she got closer and closer, until her face was but scant inches away from his./p
"Princess, I...".
She placed one of her fingers on his lips, gently silencing his words. "Don't say anything. Just… kiss me".
Aemon could smell the wonderful perfume on Princess Arianne's fingers. "I… I can't…".
"Yes, you can", she replied, looking into his eyes intently before bringing their mouths together.
At that, any rational thought that Aemon might have felt vanished completely. He could feel the princess's tongue dancing inside his mouth and her hands caressing his neck, her nails bringing a strange tickle to his nape.
After a few wonderful moments, Arianne Martell stopped, the wet sound of their lips parting almost echoing through the room./p
"Your lips taste sweet, my prince", she whispered to him. Her hands left his neck and began to run over his shoulders for a few moments before going down his body, as smooth as silk. She took his hands and brought them to her breasts, so soft and delicate, vast and magnificent, and as warm as the sand irradiated by the sun "Touch me. Don't be afraid". Her body gave off an aroma of orchids, a most wonderful smell.
Gods…
"Do you like them, my prince?", Arianne kissed him again, before helping him remove his vest and shirt.
Aemon's head was spinning and his breath was failing him. "I…"
"Everything is fine, my prince", the princess told him, lightly kissing his upper lip. "I want you to touch me. Don't you want me? I want to feel loved…". She reached down to his breeches. "I want to see you, my prince. Let me see you". Before realizing it, Aemon found himself as naked as the princess was".
Princess Arianne tossed his clothing into a corner of the room before looking up and down at him, with a smile so suggestive it could have melted the Wall. "You have a beautiful cock", the princess told him. She slowly touched his member, firmly yet delicately. "And so hard, too. Is it because of me?".
Aemon must be dreaming. It all felt so wonderful. "Yes... it is…".
I'm flattered", she told him. "But I wonder… does this pretty cock taste as sweet as your lips?".
Seven hells…
The princess slowly knelt in front of him, kissing his chest and belly as she did so, and then wrapped her lips, so full and soft, around his cock. Aemon could barely contain his moans, the immense pleasure he was feeling was running down his spine. The sight of a Dornish princess naked, on her knees, tasting her cock, practically worshiping it, was beyond intoxicating.
"I guessed wrong", the princess told him, stopping for a moment. "Your cock doesn't taste as sweet as your lips". She smiled most wickedly. "It tastes sweeter". Arianne returned her mouth to his shaft. Aemon had to stop what was happening as soon as possible. It could not continue any longer. Yet, the heat of the princess's lips around his cock was too good to stop.
To his shame, Aemon resigned himself to closing his eyes and enjoying the sensation. As he listened to the wet sounds of the princess sucking on his cock, Aemon felt her hands begin to stroke his balls with remarkable skill.
The princess stopped sucking after a few moments, and instead began to lick the tip of his cock slowly with a smile on her face, twirling her tongue, almost as if she wanted to torture him. Aemon had to admit that if that was her goal, she was certainly doing a good job. Perhaps too good...
"Stop, stop…", Aemon said, practically begging.
"So fast?", the princess asked incredulously.
"It's been a long time since I last…". Aemon hoped the princess couldn't see his cheeks turning red.
"Truly?"./p
"Yes…"./p
"Then we best be careful", the princess said with a smirk.
"Good". Aemon gently grabbed her hands and helped her to her feet.
"What is the matter?", The princess asked, caressing his face. "Is there something wrong?".
"Nothing", Aemon replied. He kissed her lips softly, before slowly moving down to her breasts to do the same. The princess's tits were worthy of worship, soft and firm and warm. However, after a while kissing one breast and then switching to the other, Aemon stopped.
"What are you doing, my prince? Keep going".
"I will", he said, "but first… I want to return the favor", Aemon said, kissing Arianne's smooth belly, and then continuing lower and lower.
The scent of her cunt was strong and maddening, and her lips seemed already so wet, which only made Aemon's lust grow even more, almost making him lose what remained of his wits.
When his tongue made contact with her sex, the princess let out a little laugh. "Oh, I see", she said, taking hold of him by the hair. "Ah, yes… Oh, you are certainly better than I had thought…".
Aemon was happy enough to hear those words. He had always believed that, when it came to lying with a woman, whoever she might be, her pleasure was as important as his own; Aemon wanted the princess to enjoy herself, to take her pleasure, before proceeding to bed. She deserved at least that much.
"Just a little slower", she instructed him. "Yes... like that...". Aemon began to hear the princess's voice growing thicker and sultrier with each passing moment. "Fuck…", Arianne said, holding his hair even tighter. "Don't stop. Keep going, keep going. Yes, just a little more, please, I'm almost…". The princess's hips began to move back and forth. Aemon brought his hands to her arse cheeks and hold them tight so as to steady her, while keeping his mouth on her cunt. "Yes, just like that… just like that… Fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, yes, I'm cumming...!". Aemon noticed how the princess's legs began shaking violently for a few moments before stopping.
He kissed her thighs and bit them gently before rising to his feet, feeling his cock almost moving on its own, desperate for touch and warmth. "Did you enjoy that, princess?", Aemon asked with a smile.
"Come here", she told him, almost breathlessly, pressing their lips together again. The passion contained in her kisses was like nothing Aemon had ever experienced. "This indeed may be better than I hoped. I want to see see how good your stamina is". She smiled mischievously at him before whispering into his ear: "I hope you can keep up with me".
Upon hearing that, Aemon couldn't contain his lust any longer. He grabbed Arianne and forced her to kiss him. "I must have you", Aemon told her, looking into her beautiful eyes. He pushed the princess against one of the walls of the room, causing her to let out a startled yet amused noise, and then turned her around, placing her hands on the wall and arching her back, so that her arse was sticking out at him. Aemon took his time in appreciating the princess's beautiful behind, kneading it, feeling every wonderful curve. Her behind was most generous and soft, so marvelously firm and tight. Even his imagination hadn't done Arianne Martell justice. The princess was every inch a goddess.
"See something you like, my prince?", she asked in tease, faintly wiggling her rear.
Aemon softly kissed her splendid arse. "Most definitely, princess". He brought his hands to the mouth of her cunt and then began caressing it. She was very much wet.
"Please…", she all but begged him. "Don't make me wait…".
Aemon kissed the princess's back before guiding his cock to her entrance, catching his breath for a moment, before sliding his shaft gently and slowly into her cunt, savoring every moment of the process.
"Gods…". Aemon could barely contain his bliss once he was fully inside of her. The princess's cunt felt so wonderful, so tight and warm that he had to take a couple of deep breaths to keep himself from losing what little control he still had.
"You are quite big, my prince", Princess Arianne told him, beginning to move back and forth. "You feel so good inside me".
Aemon knew that if he wasn't careful, if he lost control for even the briefest moment, he would certainly spill his seed in mere instants; he placed his hands on the princess's hips and gripped them tight. Soon he was following her rhythm, matching her pace, moving in and out of her, hearing the sound of flesh pounding flesh, and enjoying the wonderful feeling of her walls around his cock and her beautiful rear hitting the base of his cock.
"Fuck…".
"Yes…", the princess was saying. "Just like that, my prince. Fuck me good".
Nearly mad with lust, Aemon couldn't contain his instinct to slap one of her arse cheeks.
The princess let out a small laugh. "Feeling bold, I see".
"I'm sorry... I…".
"Worry not, my prince", the princess told him. "Just be careful. I rather like seeing my arse without any bruises". For a moment Aemon could have sworm her walls squeezed his cock even tighter "Of course… exceptions can be made".
The princess's words nearly brought Aemon over the edge. "Oh, fuck!", he exclaimed, stopping immediately. He would no doubt spill his seed inside her if he were to move even an inch./p
"Why are you stopping?", Arianne asked him, sounding rather amused. "Are you tired already?"
"No", Aemon replied, kissing his shoulder and neck. Once he was sure his cock was once again under his control, he slid out of the princess and turned her around to face him. "You are marvelous", he told her between kisses, before lifting her body into his arms.
Princess Arianne to let out a small cry of surprise mixed with delight. Aemon carried her carefully to the bed, trying not to take his eyes off her beautiful face.
Once in bed, Aemon once began to kiss the princess deeply, caressing her neck, face and hair, trying to let her know that she wasn't just a distraction to him withouth using a single word. He wanted her to know that, if only for tonight, he was hers. Aemon would try to make her as happy as possible in what little time they had.
When his breath finally began to run out, Aemon stopped, opened his eyes, and looked at the princess's face. She caressed his chest with her fingertips, and smiled at him. For the first time since they had began, the smile on the princess' face was not one of seduction or mischief, but rather one of joy and happiness, which somehow made her seem even more beautiful than she already was.
She held power over him, Aemon realized. Arianne Martell was perhaps the most amazing woman that he'd ever met in his life.
"I'm enjoying this", she told him, sounding almost as if it were a confession from her part.
"Yes", Aemon answered him. "I'm enjoying this, too".
After spending quite a while kissing each other most passionately, Aemon positioned his body over the princess' and entered her wonderful cunt once again, looking into her eyes, so full of longing and desire.
"Seven hells…", Aemon said as he began to fuck her in earnest, steadily increasing his pace.
The princess eagerly began to match him, moving her hips upwards to meet his cock. "Yes, like this…", she whispered to him, playfully biting his ear. "Keep fucking me like this".
Her words made Aemon lose his senses completely. He began fuck her as fast as he possibly could, grunting wildly like some kind of animal, not caring one bit about controlling himself. He was in a state of absolute bliss and complete ecstasy, like nothing he had ever felt before in his life. Yet, upon hearing a sudden noise of apparent discomfort coming from the princess, Aemon immediately decided to slow himself down.
"What's wrong…?", she whispered to him, kissing his neck. "Why are you holding back...?".
"I… I don't want to hurt you, princess…", Aemon told her. It was true; he would rather stop this now than cause her any sort of pain.
"All is well", she told him, gently kissing his lips. "Don't worry, I will not break. Please, I want to see you the real you. Let me see you as you really are"./p
"But…".
She kissed him again, and silenced his objections. Seeing how much the princess wanted them to make love without any sort of inhibition, Aemon swallowed his pride and decided to oblige her. He once more began to fuck her at his own pace and rhythm, completely losing all sense of time or place.
"Gods, you're really good", Arianne whispered, either to him or to herself, the sound of her voice barely noticeable over the noise of their naked bodies violently crashing together. She brought her hands down to his arse and gave them a light squeeze. "You really are a dragon. My very own dragon...".
Aemon couldn't help but let out a small laugh, which fortunately was accompanied by that of the princess. People said the most absurd and ridiculous things when they fucked, true, but that also was somehow part of its charm, he supposed. Aemon had to admit a part of him enjoyed letting proper and seemly behavior burn in seven hells and just letting his instincts take control for a while.
It didn't take too long before they both found themselves drenched in sweat and gasping for air, but that only made Aemon push himself even harder. He had never felt this way with any woman. Nothing he had ever felt before in his life could compare to this.
"Seven hells…", Aemon said after a series of violent thrusts. "I'm cumming…". He could feel his peak approaching, his body begging him for relief. The wonderful feeling that was being inside the princess was simply too much for him.
"Yes, my prince", she said, looking into his eyes and wrapping her legs around his waist. "Keep going. Oh, yes, give me your all. Don't hold back. Yes, just like that, my prince. Just like that. Yes, just cum for me. Please. Please, my prince, just cum for me. I want you to cum for me…".
That was the breaking point. "Fuck…!". Aemon quickly held onto Princess Arianne's hips with all his strength, thrusting violently like some mad man as he felt his peak running through his body, his seed spilling inside her. "Oh, fuck…!". The feeling kept running through every inch of his body, like a torrent of bliss and pleasure.
After finishing, Aemon fell on top of the princess, utterly exhausted and feeling as if his bones and muscles were made of suet.
The princess let out a laugh. "Well, well", she told him, caressing his back, running her fingers up and down his spine. "Something tells me you enjoyed yourself, my prince". She kissed his cheek.
"You are…". Aemon could barely form coherent words. "You are the most remarkable… woman in the Seven Kingdoms…".
"Thank you, my prince", the princess said back, still caressing him. "You also did quite well. You did more than quite well, to say the truth".
Aemon could feel their hearts beating almost in unison. For a moment, he found himself in total and utter peace. He could die in that very instant and he wouldn't offer any objection.
After a while, though, he gently rolled off of her and stretched himself out on the bed, staring up at the ornate ceiling of the room, now that his eyes had adjusted to the dark. What had just happened had been… completely wonderful. Aemon had never imagined that being with a woman could feel so intense. None of his previous experiences had been so exceptional. He was sure every one of his muscles would ache come morning, but that, he supposed, was a very small price to pay for such a pleasurable time.
Still, despite the peace that the encounter with the princess had brought him, it did not take long for Aemon's calm to give way to uneasiness and guilt. He sat up in bed and took a deep breath.
What in the seven hells did I do?
"Are you thirsty, my prince?", the princess asked, sitting up next to him, before softly kissing his cheek. "There's wine on the table, if you want some".
Aemon shook his head. "I am fine".
The princess seemed to look at him carefully for a few moments, studying his face. "You are quiet. Is there something wrong?".
"We shouldn't have done this…", Aemon said. "It was a mistake".
"Your words hurt me deeply, my prince". She kissed his cheek again. "I thought this would mean something to you".
"Of course it did", Aemon replied, meeting the princess's eyes with his. "It's just that... Gods… I have… I have dishonored you. I have dishonored your House, and dishonored your father… I have dishonored Dorne". He looked away from her, ashamed. I am no different than Father...
"Dishonored me?". The princess let out a little laugh. "If you truly care about my honor and virtue, you should know that I lost my maidenhead many years ago. I thought you would have guessed that by the way we fucked. In any case, if what truly worries you is the possibility of putting a child in me, I will have you know that I drank my moon tea before you even arrived. You can rest easy, my prince; no bastards shall be fathered tonight".
Aemon turned back to her. "You shouldn't say things like that".
"Like what?", the princess asked, once again smiling mischievously. "Like it or not, my prince, it's the truth. Did you honestly believe that I would lie with you without any care? I thought you wiser than this. Perhaps I was mistaken…".
Aemon considered the princess's words for a moment. She seemed to find his inner turmoil amusing. Arianne Martell indeed was unlike any woman Aemon had ever met before, which in a way only heightened his interest in her, if that was even possible. She seemed to have spices in her blood.
I shouldn't have come here. Aemon tried to get off the bed and search for his clothes. Nevertheless, his body betrayed him.
"My prince...", Princess Arianne told him, grabbing his hardening cock. "... so fast? I must confess I hadn't taken you for someone so… able". Once more, she began kissing his neck, whispering lewd words as she did so. "I want you inside me again. I want you to kiss me like you did before. I want to feel your body against mine. Would you love me again? Please?".
Gods… Aemon knew he shouldn't stay in the room. He would be making a mistake. A very hefty mistake. Yet... the feeling of pleasure was too strong, and he was too weak. Aemon laid with the princess once again, and then one more time after that.
"Do you have any strength left?", she asked him an hour later, resting her head on his chest and stroking his cheek once they both had enough.
"No", Aemon admitted, feeling too exhausted. "All my strength has left me. I couldn't lift a finger even if I wanted to".
"That means we fucked as people are meant to fuck", the princess whispered to him, giggling. "Wouldn't you agree?".
"Yes, I suppose you're right...". Aemon realized that she was no longer calling him 'my prince'. The princess had dropped any semblance of false politeness. She was just... being herself.
The princess looked into his eyes. "Abed, unclad, we are our truest selves", she told him. "A man and a woman, lovers, one flesh. As close as two can be".
Aemon sighed. "That's true", he granted.
After making love to her, Aemon realized that Arianne Martell was the kind of woman who despised cowardice and spinelessness. Still, far from intimidating him, that only made him feel even more attracted to her. Strong-willed women were his weakness, it seemed.