Aemon was keeping his eyes closed, trying to rest for a while longer. He hadn't slept much the previous night, if truth be told, and his muscles felt quite heavy and sore. The sounds of the men training in the courtyard, and the intense snoring next to him, however, were difficult to ignore.

Turning his head to the right, he smiled when he saw Asha still asleep, her toned back facing him. She was as bare as the day she was born, her shoulders gracefully rising and falling each time she breathed.

Aemon lay still on the bed for some time, distracting himself by looking her marvelous body. He knew that this day promised to be a rather tedious one, so he was prepared endure numerous frustrations. It was only fair, Aemon supposed. Being a prince of House Targaryen should not be a sinecure, according to his father.

All the more reason, then, to enjoy what little time he had left before he had to leave the room.

Carefully, Aemon brought his hand to Asha's back and began to caress it, slowly going up and down her spine, feeling the warmth of her skin against his fingers. For an ironborn woman who prided herself in being able to drink, cuss, fuck, and fight as well as any man, she actually felt as soft and delicate as any southron maiden, notwithstanding a few minor scars here and there.

His eyes focused on her nice rear, one of his favorite parts of her, feeling his cock hardening at the mere sight. Even though they had been fucking each other for countless nights now, Asha's body still fascinated him. In retrospect, he had been extremely fortunate to have met her while visiting Fair Isle, almost a year ago.

As Asha's snoring stopped, Aemon moved closer and gently kissed the back of her neck a few times, amazed at how good her skin tasted. His now fully hard cock was brushing against her arse, so firm and yet so soft.

Gods, he wanted to be inside of her again, and feel the wonderful heat and wetness of her cunt around him once more.

"What are you waiting for, southron boy?", Asha asked, suddenly awake, as she turned to face him with a wicked smile. "Aren't you going to fuck me?".

"I'm afraid that if I do", Aemon said, looking into her dark eyes, "I won't be able to leave this bed".

Her smile turning into a grin, Asha took his cock in her hand and began to stroke it. "How is that my problem?", she asked him.