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Aemond’s bitterness was festering that night, watching his mother, his mother, run her hand over Rhaenyra’s, batting her long eyelashes and flushing like some girl over the mother of his worst enemy. They sat there, mingling with suppressed love as he sat across from them, being mocked by Lucerys over that stupid pig. His mother was supposed to be on his side, like she was the night of driftmark, but there she sat, smiling to herself over the woman who tried to get him tortured over the obvious bastardy of his plain featured nephews.
She was so beautiful when she smiled, that it pained him to see it be directed to anyone but him. She was being too…good. Too good to their enemies. He clenched his hand beneath the table, digging his own nail into soft white flesh drawing prickle of blood. The empty eye socket of his throbbed beneath the eyepatch in a dull sort of manner; it never left, he could never forgive or forget as his mother did in front of him.
Alicent gave Aemond a small smile at the table when he stood up to toast, comforting him after the laughter from his nephews over the roasted pig, her eyes shining with pity. Usually it calmed him, but his bitterness at her love for Rhaenyra made him ignore her for now. She would get her punishment later. Alicent, oblivious to Aemond’s internal diabolical plannings, continued her little smile, quietly proud to see he was taking in their doctrine of mercy and kindness towards the Blacks.
Then, of course, came the “ Strong” insult and the fist fight where Aemond and Aegon displayed themselves like the powerful fools they were. Alicent put her head into her hands, disappointed but not surprised that the animosity between the two groups of boys was not dead. She did not expect her children to love their half family, of course not, but she thought Aemond of all people—her favourite boy— would behave in a princely manner now. It did not matter what he felt inside, appearances were all that mattered in their world of courtly relations.
Aemond saw this, he saw the twist in Alicent’s lip and the hazy glare of disappointment in her caramel eyes and his anger grew tenfold. How could mother misunderstand him like this? She was his boy and yet tonight she seemed to forget everything she knew about him; he would never be friendly with Lucerys Velaryon—it was she who was mistaken, being amicable with his lying half-sister.
Aemond watched his mother turn away, seeing the dress that fitted her body so perfectly…he felt the insane desire he always had for her rising again. She was his mother . She could not betray him this way.
Alicent carried her unhappiness with her to bed: the worry for her children’s futures, the rapid decline of Viserys, so visible at the table, Aemond’s foolish toast. All of it bubbled beneath the surface of her skin as she bathed with the help of her handmaidens, they scrubbed her skin clean with lightly scented oils poured into the water to give her a pleasant smell. Her handmaidens, as they did every few weeks, shaved her armpits and crotch, causing her to scoff quietly; Viserys had not visited her in years, and he was clearly too far gone to do so. There was no point.
It was a little while after her bath, when she sat in her mahogany and golden chair, reading a book in her nightgown, when Aemond knocked upon her door. She knew it was him, as he always knocked thrice, his knocks growing heavier each time, even when she had spent his whole boyhood training him not to do so.
“Enter, Aemond.” Alicent motioned for her handmaidens to leave; she assumed Aemond was here to apologise for displaying himself at tonight’s dinner. Whenever Aemond did something that displeased her, he would come at night to beg for her forgiveness, many a time on his knees, kissing her hand. She knew how good her boy was deep down, so it always upset her to see him act so terribly.
But, Aemond was not here to apologise. It was he who seeked an apology.
“Mother.” Aemond spoke coolly as the great doors to Alicent’s chambers were politely shut by the last handmaiden to leave the room.
“Yes? Come here, Aemond.” Alicent put her hands out, obviously offering to cradle his face with her little hands as she always did. Ever susceptible to his sweet scented mother, he made his way over to her, allowing her warm hands to rest on his cheeks. Their eyes (or one eye in Aemond’s case) locked and she smiled again, but not the type of smile she gave to Rhaenyra. The smile for him was devoid of the lust he had so clearly seen in her eyes, all she saw in him was her baby boy. He was not a man to her. At that moment, he knew what to do with her. She would think it was a punishment but it was truly a blessing; she had gone so long without a man’s touch that she began yearning for women. He was furious with her. Utterly furious, but he was not going to hurt her. Only punish her. There was a difference.
“You do not really love me.” Aemond’s hard words shocked Alicent, whatever had made him so upset? She looked at him properly and saw he had a slight tremble to him, one of exploding anger. Confusion settled in her soul when his one eye glistened with rage again.
“Whatever makes you believe that? Aemond, I love you. I’m your mother. Nineteen years ago you were inside me— you could burn the whole world down and I would love you.” Alicent’s voice was soft as she caressed his left cheek with her thumb, doing a sad sort of smile at him. He was so easily upset about her, it reminded her of her brother and their mother before she died. However, Aemond felt a shiver of desire run through him at the idea of being inside her once again. Soon mother, soon.
“You smile with my enemies. You yearn for my enemies and yet you say you love me? No, no. You don’t love me.” Aemond furrowed his eyebrows, placing a predator hand on the arm of Alicent’s chair, as if he was spiritually entrapping her. His eyes slipped down for a mere moment and he saw her pink nipples erect beneath her thin nightgown. Arousal mingled with fury, he wondered if her cunt was pink too.
“Smiles mean very little. And it is not Rhaenyra who is your enemy. I was not smiling with Lucerys, was I?” Alicent became a tad bit defensive over Rhaenyra being called an enemy, their momentary reconciliation had been a step in the right direction in her eyes, but not to Aemond evidently, feeling worry creep up her spine, she reassured him again, kissing his forehead gently, “I love you. You know I do…I’m sorry if I upset you, dear.”
“No, mother,” Aemond rasped standing up, shocking Alicent with the look on his face. He was tired of this, “You’re not really sorry. You’re not dedicated to me.” Aemond glared down at Alicent clenching his jaw as he saw guilt wash over her. She had not intended for him to be so hurt.
“Stop this, Aemond. I’m sorry. How can I dedicate myself to you? What is it you wish from me?” Alicent’s simple desperate question in the spur of the moment pushed Aemond over the edge. He would have his mother tonight. As men were supposed to have women. Whether she saw the blessing in it tonight or never, it wouldn’t matter.
“Turn around. In the chair. Arch your back.” Aemond’s voice was heavy as he commanded his mother to commit obscenity. Alicent shook her head, mortified at the disgusting request.
“Do you not yearn for my forgiveness?” He scowled, leaning down to whisper, “If not now, then it will be as you sleep. I will have you, Mother. You need to learn where your loyalties lie.”
Alicent, equally terrified of Aemond coming to her in her sleep, slowly turned around on the chair, leaning down slightly, bearing her cunt like some bitch in heat. She was so ashamed she thought she would die…but she had to calm Aemond down. He had never done this before, and perhaps if she did what he demanded he would never do it again.
She shut her eyes tightly as Aemond’s cold fingers flicked up her little nightgown, his hands caressing and squeezing her full cheeks, he bent down again, so that her pretty cunt was right in his face. How she looked so tight after years of marriage and 4 births was incredible. He wanted to just force himself in at first, but that was too brutal. He wanted to punish her, not mutilate her. With a hum, he flicked his tongue over her folds, earning a shiver from his mother dearest. His hands gripped her asscheeks, pulling them apart as he began to lick and suck on her cunt— Alicent had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep her moans in, no one had ever done this to her before. It was so sinful, and so good. Aemond tongue was like a gift as it slid in and out of her hole, causing her to instinctually push against it as she grew wet.
His mother’s natural wetness tasted sweet, sweeter than he imagined, causing his cock to throb against his pants—although the mama’s boy inside was jumping for joy at the idea of giving his mother pleasure she had never had, he realised this was not a punishment. She did not know the full extent of her anger. Just as she was about to peak in his mouth, he pulled away, slapping her left cheek so hard it would surely leave an angry red mark.
“No, no, Aemond, please… ” She was so painfully close to her climax that she felt tears prickle her eyes, he couldn’t leave her like this. It was evil, to beg your son to pleasure you, but Alicent was so guilty and simultaneously repressed that she didn’t care anymore. She wanted Aemond to keep loving her.
“I did not come here just to pleasure you.” Aemond thought his anger would never fade until he was inside of his mother. Unless he claimed her in the way only a man could claim a woman, he would still feel betrayed by her. His cock throbbed as he undid his pants in a hurry, kicking them to the side as he decided to undress completely, stripping his shirt off as his mother looked over her shoulder at him with disgust and desire mingling in her eyes. Alicent knew he trained, but she hadn’t known his muscles were so… defined. God, he looks just as I imagined a husband for myself as a girl, but he is not my husband. He is the seed of mine.
Aemond grabbed the top of Alicent’s nightgown at her back, and with a grunt and a grip on it with both hands, tore the light little thing in half, earning a little cry from his mother as he caused a chill to suddenly hit her milky skin. They were both utterly naked, as the day he was born. Aemond put his hand around his thick cock and stroked himself for a moment, marvelling at the look of Alicent’s wet cunt.
“Don’t scream, mother.” Aemond’s hands moved to Alicent’s hips, spreading her cheeks apart so that his thick cock would even have a chance of fitting. As he rested the tip near her entrance, Alicent tensed up—it would take an effort she didn’t have for this to fit. Aemond groaned as he pushed just the tip in, stretching Alicent ever-so-slightly.
Alicent gasped, “Be gentle, as I have always been with you, my son.” Alicent tried to make Aemond feel pity for her, but when Aemond grunted and pushed his entire cock within her throbbing cunt with one hard thrust and grabbed her waist, she knew he was going to manhandle her.
“No. Let me show you the pain you made me feel tonight.” Aemond hadn’t expected Alicent to be such a tight fit as he thrusted in and out of her with a force that seemed to be stretching her out on him. She squirmed and moaned softly, the pain from the penetration she had gone for so long without mixed with the natural pleasure made her mind ebb and flow with only visions of Aemond. Her boy. Her sweet boy.
His thrusts shook the chair, his own groans mixing with Alicent’s noises of struggle as he watched his cock sliding into his mother again and again. He grabbed her hair, lifting her head up, as he began to pound into her enjoying the shake of her ass as he slammed into her.
“Does it hurt, mother? Tell me honestly.” Aemond rasped into Alicent’s ear as the pounding of his hips into her brought tears into her eyes. It hurt, it hurt so much and she wanted him to keep going. He was so angry, she could tell…she was so sorry. He was treating her so aggressively.
“A little… perhaps slow down?” The burn and ache of him inside of her had morphed into the rising feeling of her climax—the yanking on her hair was the most painful part but the idea that Aemond was so strong that he could hold her this easily made her even wetter. Her big, strong, boy.
His mother was as perfect as he thought. She was spread bare for him, yet she was nothing like a whore; she was wholly pure as he defiled her. He wanted to be inside her forever as his climax crept upon him, “Slow down? I think not.” Aemond began slamming his hips into Alicent so hard with no particular rhythm that he kept hitting all the right spots and the lewd wet noises of their coupling filled the room like a god-cursed song. This was right. This was how they were meant to be. Alicent let out a choked noise as her climax hit her like a branch in a windy day, clenching around Aemond so hard that it would’ve been a struggle to keep thrusting; it was just too tight. Aemond was still, breathing heavily as his mother’s climax made her spasm around his cock, mumbling his name, mumbling that she was sorry for upsetting him. It was one last clench from Alicent that had an almost milking effect on him; he slapped Alicent’s ass again as he throbbed, letting himself release his seed in her, with a low grunt. With each twitch of his cock, thick ropes of his semen painted Alicent’s walls white— she hoped, disgustingly, that she could have at least one baby again. Motherhood was terrible but children were wonderful little things.
Aemond had decided he wanted to sleep in the same bed as his mother tonight, meaning he would have to throw her onto the bed and have his way with her as if they were husband and wife. God , he mused to himself, what I wouldn’t do to make a wife out of my mother.
Pulling out of his now still mother, spending a sweet moment watching his seed drip from her, he put his arms under her, lifting her up like she were his bride, moving over to the bed in the centre of the room, “It upsets me to hurt you. Even when you hurt me. You have to promise not to betray me for anyone else . ” He placed her gently upon it, noticing how droopy her eyes were.
He shuffled into the bed with her, pressing his front into her back. They were peaceful for a few warm moments before Aemond’s hand found its way to Alicent’s neck—squeezing it tightly.
“Tell me you love me more than anyone else.” Aemond whispered into her ear as she pitifully put her smaller hand over the one he had placed around her neck.
“I love you…more than anyone.” Alicent took a deep breath in as Aemond released her neck. He slid his arms back around her before drifting off to sleep, feeling assured of his mother’s love.