Brothel AU for draconita

[darotisentys]

[It's only been a day, but he is anxious to get back to her. He won't say he's desperate to go to the brothel, because that's not the case. He would want her no matter where he found her.

The brothel is it, however, and once he's gathered with his men and orders given for the day, meals taken and a bath, he manages to sneak out once more and go to where he knows he'll find her.

His Alys.

He doesn't take his time. He's at the door as soon as he can and enters as quietly as possible, not wanting to draw a scene. He doesn't stop until he's found her.]

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[darotisentys]

[His eye wanders from hers, to her fondling her breast and back again.]

Only me. I like that. Do you like this?

[draconita]

[ A hurried nod, eyes fluttering close once more. There's a shine working itself over her skin, her paleness replaced by a growing, healthy blush. ]

Faster

[darotisentys]

[Faster is what she asks for. Instead, he stops, withdrawing his fingers from her altogether. Head tilted, watching her curiously.]

[draconita]

[ She gaps, a pitiful whine soon following.

Panting, she props herself up on her arms, closing her legs as she nudges him with a foot. ]

You are a wicked thing.

[darotisentys]

Shh.

[He backs up a little, hands pushing her legs apart again. This time he lowers his head to start pleasing her again with his tongue.]

[draconita]

[ Baffled, startled-- Madam Rivers falls back into her bed with a cry, her body tensing with the renewed waves of her pleasure.

Wicked thing, clever tongue; a hand reaches for his head, threading through his locks while her hips resume their rolling. ]

[darotisentys]

[He is eager in this as well, tongue darting in and out of her, tasting her. He pays special attention to her sweet spot, sucking and licking his way around it.]

[draconita]

Aemond, sweetling--

[ When release hits her, it catches her unaware; the stuttering of her hips, the tension arching her back, overtaking her body. Her fingers can't help themselves from pushing him towards her, towards the wave of warm, fresh arousal making a mess of her.

Alys Rivers, crying out his name as she comes, her voice sweet, vulnerable. Not a trace of the madam, laying open and helpless at his mercy. ]

[darotisentys]

[It's music to his ears, to hear her cry out for him. His manipulations continue as each wave hits her, drinking her in. When all is finally calm, he leans back on his knees, looking every bit of the cat who ate the canary.]

Tell me how you feel.

[draconita]

Aflame.

[ Her face nuzzles into her pillow, eager for any sort of soft stimulus.

Her hands move over her body, threading lightly. The lovely legs, the wide hips; the gentle curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts. Alys hums, holding herself. ]

What you give me... Such gentle fire.

[darotisentys]

[He strokes her legs gently, tracing his fingers over her skin.]

How long has it been since you felt this way?

[draconita]

... I can't remember.

[ The Riverlands know rain, they know cold. And the sweetness of summer, it comes and goes so fast. It rarely reaches her tower. ]

[darotisentys]

[He shifts and moves up to lay beside her, taking her in his arms.]

I am glad I could give it to you again.

[draconita]

[ She curls against him, pliant and soft as a kitten, her lips raining soft kisses on his neck, the line of his jaw. ]

But you won't allow me to please you tonight...?

[darotisentys]

I am pleased.

[His fingers trace idly across her shoulders.]

You need not worry about me.

[draconita]

... Someone should worry.

[ Soft, sweet words. She kisses the corner of his mouth. ]

[darotisentys]

Perhaps next time.

[Because there will definitely be a next time.]

[draconita]

[ ... Her smile blooms, and she rests her head on his shoulder, pacified. ]

You'll come back.

[darotisentys]

Aye, though I cannot say when, exactly.

[draconita]

I'll be here.

[ A hand resting over his heart. ]

And you'll be careful.

[darotisentys]

As careful as I always am.

[Translation: Not very.]

[draconita]

[ Not at all, she's certain.

Bit oh, she looks at her, and it's almost like begging, almost a reproach, soft hand cupping his cheek. ]

[darotisentys]

[He sighs.]

I will do my best.

[draconita]

... Good boy.

[ Is it relief? Perhaps. But something continues to soften her her eyes, and it is enough. ]

You will stay the night?

[darotisentys]

[That request clearly surprises him.]

I had not planned on it.