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 already 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.

Aemon lowered his gaze a bit and saw Asha's tits mere inches away, tempting him with the way they moved as she played with his manhood, slowly but inexorably increasing her pace. He had to admit that Asha had become pretty good at it; she seemed to know his body almost as well as he did.

'It isn't', Aemon conceded, 'but it could be'. He brought his mouth to hers and began to kiss her, savoring the scent of wine still present on her lips and feeling their tongues dancing together before moving his hands to her tits to knead them, making sure to play with her nipples using the tips of his thumbs.

'Enough of that', Asha whispered in Aemon's ear after a while. 'I want your mouth on my tits. Come, southern boy'. She flicked his cock with her finger. 'Put that tongue of yours to good use'.

'You don't have to ask me twice', Aemon said, kissing her neck as he moved his head to her chest. 'I could suck on these beauties for days'.

The first time they had lain together, Aemon remembered, Asha had almost mocked him. Although not at all bad, his way of fucking was, apparently, too gentle and soft for her liking. He shouldn't be afraid of being rough with her, she had told him. She was not a sweet, innocent and delicate southron maiden; she was a Greyjoy, with salt water in her veins, used to fighting and drinking and taking hit after hit. From that moment on, Asha had informed Aemon, she would teach him how to fuck like a true ironborn.

After a while alternating between one and the other, Aemon stopped licking and sucking on Asha's tits and nipples, though not before giving them one last small, light bite, just as she had instructed him to do during their first shared lessons.

'Have you had enough, boy?', Asha asked him, stroking his hair with a smirk on her face.

Aemon couldn't help but smile. 'Of your tits? Not at all'. He gave her a gentle kiss on her hooked nose. 'I just feel that my mouth is needed elsewhere'.

'Is that so?'.

'It is', Aemon replied, kissing her neck. 'I want to eat your cunt until you beg me to stop'.

Asha snorted. 'Good luck with that. I doubt a green boy like you could be capable of making me beg for anything'.

'I have done it before', Aemon reminded her, grinning. 'Many times, in fact, if I am not mistaken'.

Aemon started kissing Asha's stomach and belly button, slowly making his way down until he at last reached her crotch. Despite the black hair that covered it, Aemon had no problem picking up the unmistakable scent of her sex, strong and arousing. Strangely, he could still remember the first time he had kissed her there. Asha had been surprised; save for a few rare and notable exceptions, none of the men she had been with had ever offered to use their mouth to please her, unless she talked them into it first, usually by promising to return the favor twofold.

Slowly, Aemon began to kiss her inner thighs, trying to enjoy every moment, every touch, every sensation. He knew Asha hated it when he teased her by taking his time before putting his tongue in her folds, which, of course, only motivated him to keep doing exactly that. To tell the truth, she wasn't a very patient woman when it came to fucking, something Aemon ironically realized during their first few nights together. Still, all things considered... that didn't bother him. Quite opposite, in fact: Aemon liked when he could see her losing her mind to lust and passion and pleasure. She certainly enjoyed seeing him lose his, in any case.

'Hurry up, boy', Asha told him. 'Don't take all morning. I want to cum as soon as possible'.

Aemon stopped and looked up, giving her a wicked smile of his own. 'How is that my problem?'.

'Fuck you, southern boy'.

'I would rather fuck you', Aemon said, playfully biting her thighs before once again kissing them gently. 'But first...'. He lowered his mouth to her cunt and gave its lips a tender lick. '... I need to hear you beg'.

A short while later, Aemon feelt Asha's hands squeezing his scalp and her legs shaking intensely as she cursed in a breathy voice. He had always enjoyed watching her cum, especially when she lost control of her body. Asha never looked half as beautiful as she did at such moments, except, perhaps, for the aftermath of her reaching her peak.

'That was not so bad... after at all...'. she told him with a lazy smile on her face. Aemon could see her chest rising and falling each time she made an attempt to catch her breath. 'You have quite the talented tongue...'.

'I thank you, my sweet maiden', he told her, knowing how much she hated being called that, 'but I'm afraid I'm not done with you. Remember: I said I would eat your cunt until you begged me to stop, and I intend to keep my word'.

Asha laughed. 'I doubt you can do such thing. Even so… if it is your intention to keep making me cum, I will not be complaining'.

'Me neither', Aemon replied, smiling.

It took him longer than he thought, if he was being honest, but, after eating her cunt until his jaw began to ache and go numb, after hearing her curse his name, after feeling her hands tugging hard on his hair, after seeing her legs shaking like pudding on a plate… Asha finally reached her limit.

'Seven hells!', she screamed, writhing violently, desperately trying to escape his grip. 'Fuck! Oh, fuck! Stop, stop! Please, just stop!'.

Aemon obliged. 'As you wish', he told her, feeling partly relieved. His mouth could really use a rest after such effort.

'Fuck…', Asha muttered in a barely understandable voice, slowly recovering her wits.

Aemon laughed at seeing how much she was struggling to breathe. 'Did my sweet maiden enjoy that?', he asked her as he began to kiss her hip, leaving wet streaks on her skin.

'Come here', Asha told him, urging him to move up her body until both found themselves face to face again.

They began to kiss again without any semblance of inhibition, devouring each other in an attempt to quench their hunger and feed their lust. Then, giving him another wicked smile, Asha rolled Aemon onto his back and began to kiss his neck, gently biting it every now and then. She always loved being on top, and he really couldn't complain; Asha really knew how to make the most of that position.

Feeling her hands caressing his balls before firmly grabbing his cock once more, Aemon knew that Asha was planning to return the favor. He only hoped that she would have more compassion for him than he had had for her. But, then again, this being Asha, that was quite doubtful.

'What are you going to do?', Aemon asked, feigning ignorance.

'I am going to enjoy this', she replied, just before wrapping her lips around his cock.

Aemon closed my eyes and took a deep breath. 'Seven hells…'.

Asha knew better than anyone how much he enjoyed the feeling of her mouth on his manhood. Aemon had made sure of that, after all. No matter how strong he tried to be, her tongue was capable of undoing him in mere moments. That, he supposed, was both one of the advantages and one of the disadvantages of sharing a bed with the same person for so long.

Aemon heard Asha letting out a small laugh, just before she started to alternate her pace. Cruelly slow and delicate, moderately pleasurable and firm, and uncomfortably fast and aggressive... She could switch from one to the other with a skill as impressive as it was relentless, though even more impressive was her talent to stop at exactly the right moment to prevent him from reaching his peak.

'I'm not done with you yet, boy', Asha told him, giving him a short break. 'I will never forgive you for making me beg'.

After teasing him and torturing him for a not insignificant amount time, in which Aemon couldn't help but let out some embarrassing moans of pleasure, Asha finally decided to finish what she had started. Opting for a moderate and steady pace, she began to bob her head up and down his member, with one hand stroking the shaft and the other caressing his balls. Aemon knew at once that this time Asha would not stop, or even slow down. He knew at once that this time she would make him spill his seed into her mouth. Yet, that knowledge in no way prepared him for the pleasurable, agonizing sensation that sweep over him, traveling across his cock and spine like lightning.

'Gods…!'. Aemon felt like his life were in Asha's hands, like she was draining his strength and stamina using nothing but her mouth, and in a way that was true. Asha was consuming his soul and will, and only her mercy would save him... but she showed him none. 'Oh, fuck! Fuck…!'.

Then it happened. Something inside him seemed to snap. For a moment, Aemon became blind and motionless, unable to think, much less speak. He felt as if his body and mind had been violently separated. He could hear Asha's laughter close to him, but so far way at the same. He had already experienced this sensation on several occasions, that was true, but his body never seemed fully prepared for such intense pleasure.

Coming to his senses and recovering the ability to organize his thoughts with clarity took him a while. By the time he did, Asha was already at his side, smiling and kissing and biting his cheeks, asking him in whispers if he had had enough, if he wanted her to use her mouth again.

'I think you would like that', she said. 'I could see by the amount of seed you spilled that you enjoyed yourself. We are lucky you can't put a child in my belly by making me swallow it, do you know that? Otherwise, I would surely be carrying a little winged kraken inside me by now'.

'I don't doubt... that...', Aemon replied.

Asha gave his already soft cock a little squeeze, making him moan again, before kissing his lips. 'We are even now, I trust'.

'Yes', Aemon said, caressing her face, 'we are'. Although Asha's mouth and tongue had tired him out, Aemon still felt the need to grab one of her tits and kiss it again, licking at her nipple. 'We truly are'.

Much to their surprise, what started as a small gesture of affection soon led to another round of fucking, albeit a more conventional kind this time. That was quite curious, to say the truth. Perhaps Aemon had been wrong. Perhaps he wasn't as exhausted as he had first thought.

'I will fuck you, southern boy', Asha told him, taking his cock in her hand, guiding it to her entrance. 'I will fuck you until you can't walk'.

She then began to slowly lower herself onto his manhood, enveloping it in her warmth as she gave him another of her wicked smiles and winked at him, never taking her eyes off from his.

Aemon took a few deep breaths before daring to speak. 'Seven hells... you feel wonderful'.

'This cock feels wonderful inside me too,' she told him, moving her hips slowly up and down and from side to side. 'Should I milk it again?'.

'Fuck...'.

Without giving him any chance to prepare himself, Asha started to pick up her pace. Each passing moment, the feeling of her cunt sliding down Aemon's cock became more intense. Instinctively, he brought his hands to her hips and squeezed them hard as he furiously began thrusting up against her, meeting her flesh as she slid down, matching her every movement. The sound of the bed shaking and their sweating bodies crashing into one another soon filled the room. Asha was riding him so hard that Aemon could almost swear that she wanted to break his cock.

'Congratulations... my lady...', he mumbled, digging his fingers into her hips, fighting against his release. 'You are the first Greyjoy to ever... ride a dragon...'.

Asha threw back her head and let out a laugh. 'I'm the first Greyjoy to ever fuck a dragon', she replied, grinding her hips, alternating between rhythms, resting her hands on his chest. 'What say you, my prince? I am doing it right?'.

{Seven hells}. Aemon would spill his seed again any moment now, he had no doubt of that. 'What do you... think...? Oh, fuck...'.

Asha lowered her head and whispered in his ear: 'I will milk your cock until not a single drop is left', she said, biting his earlobe.

Aemon's hands went to her rear and gave it a squeeze. 'Shut up and keep riding me...', he told her, slapping her arse.

At that, Asha's cunt seemed to tighten even more around his cock, and the smile on her face told Aemon that she knew the end was near. Gods, of all the women he had shared his bed with, Asha Greyjoy was no doubt the best. She really knew how to fuck, that much was undeniable.

Unable to resist the need for release any longer, Aemon moved his hands back to Asha's hips and held them in place as he started thrusting into her as fast as he could, discarding the last shreds of control from his mind. Moments later, he let out a loud grunt as he reached his peak once more, the feeling washing over him like a wave of pleasure. Aemon closed his eyes as he again let the wonderful sensation run through his body, enjoying each glorious moment, each magnificent instant.

When it was all over, they both lay on the bed for a while, staring up at the ceiling as they caught their breath. Like a fool, Aemon smiled at the thought of how good it had felt to cum while inside Asha. Strange as it was, while spilling his seed into her mouth had been a much more intense and disorienting incident, finishing in her cunt had somehow felt more... proper and right. Even so, Aemon knew that he must get moon tea. The mere thought of his seed quickening in Asha's womb made him uneasy. He wasn't ready to be a father, and he knew Asha had no desire to become a mother, at least not now.

Some time later, after cleaning up the mess they had made, Aemon finally decided to get out of bed, feeling each one of his muscles very much weak and every part of his cock very much sore, and ask the servants to bring them something to eat and drink. Their... activity... had left them quite exhausted and covered in sweat, although none of them had complains. Fucking they way they had fucked was worth any minor inconvenience.

Once they broke their fast and recovered some of their strength, Aemon resignedly accepted the fact that he needed to go to the courtyard as soon as possible. He had to talk with some of Paxter Redwyne's knights and men-at-arms, and listen to any of their requests, after all, at least until his father and the rest of his entourage returned. With any luck, King Rhaegar and Lord Paxter shouldn't be back until after noon, which would him a few hours of relative calm before he was forced to attend to the more dreary aspects of his princely duties.

As he was dressing, Aemon could feel Asha's gaze on him, surely watching his every move with mute amusement.

'I'm not sure if we can meet again tonight', Aemon told her, somewhat ashamed. 'I don't want to... arouse suspicion'.

Asha laughed at that. 'You are a great fuck, Aemon, but you are a bigger fool than I had thought'.

Aemon turned to face her. 'What do you mean?'.

'Are you so blind that you cannot see?'. Asha got up from the bed and began gathering her clothes. 'Everyone on this island knows we have been fucking for moons. We haven't exactly been subtle since we got here, have we?'. She grinned at him as she grabbed one of her boots. 'I wouldn't be surprised if people in a place as far away as the bloody Wall had already heard rumors about us'.

Asha's words made sense, as much as Aemon hated to admit it. On more than one occasion he had noticed the knowing looks that some men, particularly Ser Oswell Whent and Ser Jonothor Darry, gave him whenever they found him talking alone with her. They seemed to regard their... dalliance... as an entertaining affair, judging by their suggestive comments and barely concealed smiles. Even so, they had never directly confronted him about her suspicions or opinions, and Aemon was content enough with that unspoken arrangement. After all, he figured, who he chose to share his bed with was none of his men's concern.

Asha made him quite happy, even if she didn't exactly beheave like a traditional lady, and that, Aemon supposed, ought to be end of it.