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There was a new dragon, he'd said, a wild one from far in the north. A merchant had spotted it while searching some old monastery, and been torched for his intrusion. The rest of his men had gotten away, however, and spilled the news of its location. Aegon had insisted that they hear the end of these rumors once and for all. He'd sent Aemond out to find this crumbling monastery, armed with his sword and a pat on the back.
"Bring us some good news, brother." He'd said, his smile so unnerving and fake.
Aemond could not disobey his king, however, and he had set out at once. Vhagar made short work of their trip, her wings buffeting the air around them with long, powerful movements. He would never grow tired of the feeling of her beneath him, the strength of her body, the connection of their minds…
Aemond's mood soured as he spotted the ruined chapel, perched on the side of a cliff. Perhaps it had been a magnificent place at one time, or maybe it was nothing more than rot and dust. He was beginning to believe that he had been fooled. There were no scrapes on the towering walls and no scorched earth in the courtyard- nothing to indicate that there had ever been a dragon present.
"Aegon." Aemond said disdainfully. His charming brother had sent him out on a fool's errand- again. He decided to land nearby and check it out anyway, as he had little else to attend to. It was a little difficult to find somewhere befitting of his great dragon, but he managed it. Vhagar snorted at him as he walked towards the monastery, as if she thought he was stupid for ever believing his brother's words. She was probably right.
Aemond put his hand on the hilt of his sword as he climbed the steps up to what remained of the courtyard. It was little more than an empty field now, with overgrown ferns and grass that whispered as it brushed against his knees. He passed by two mossy, cracked statues that were missing their heads before ascending another set of stairs and entering the narthex. Up above him, the ceiling had caved in, allowing some sunrays to shine down and light up the corners of the building. It was not large, and certainly not as grandiose as some of the septs that Aemond had seen, but it had a certain charm to it.
One that he might appreciate more if he had not been sent here as some form of jest.
He stepped around a pile of rubble and the remains of some broken pews inside the nave. He wondered if the monastery's bell was still hanging from its tower. He was still not sure if he trusted the place, and kept a tight grip on his sword while he approached the quire. The roof was still intact there, and it was significantly darker towards the back of the church. He wished he had brought along a torch, and even considered turning back and having Vhagar light one for him. But no, best to just get it over with so he could head home.
Aemond was investigating the steps up towards the bell tower when he heard the faintest whisper from the north transept. He had his sword drawn in an instant, and the sound of it ringing echoed off the stone. He flinched, realizing just how loudly he had announced his presence.
"Show yourself." He commanded. "I have no time for games or cowards who hide in the dark. Meet me swiftly, before my sword finds your throat."
Aemond took a hesitant step forward, squinting as he tried to look into the darkness of the transept. He could see murky water creeping up from beneath the floor, swallowing up the flagstone and seeping into the wooden screens that decorated each private chapel. Rot and moss coated every surface, and the darkness around it only intensified the wrongness of this particular corner. The rest of the monastery was not so flooded, where had this come from?
Aemond took another few steps towards it, his breath coming a little heavy as he moved in. As far as he could see, there was no figure hiding in the corner, no murderer sent to lure him to his death. It confused him, for he was certain that he had heard something stir. He faltered, lowering his sword.
"Nothing remains in this place but old prayers and dead gods." He muttered, huffing in frustration. He turned on his heel, intending to storm away and fly back to King's Landing in order to scold Aegon for wasting his time. On the first step, something caught his ankle and tugged, making him lurch forward and throw his hands out. His sword clattered to the ground, and he panicked as he tumbled down after it. His palms scraped against the flagstone as he reached for his weapon, but something wet and slimy curled around his wrist and yanked it backwards.
Aemond whipped his head around, his hair flying comically through the air as he set his eyes on the black, bulging thing that had wrapped itself around his arm. For a moment, he simply stared at it, taking in the shiny, translucent skin and the scores of suckers that had begun kissing his wrist and gripping his palm.
"No- do not!" He suddenly twisted, his free hand scrambling for his dagger. He did not like the way this thing touched him, and he certainly did not like how it had begun to tug him towards its murky pool. His legs were quickly being engulfed by twin tentacles, and they wet his boots and trousers as they climbed up towards him. Aemond swiped at the tentacle around his wrist, severing it cleanly. He sat up, moving to do the same to the appendages on his legs, but was stopped when several more inky tentacles broke free from the water and dove towards him.
"No! No- hey!" He scrambled away, hardly gaining any ground as the beast simply yanked him backwards. The tentacles swirled around his arms, squeezing his wrist painfully until he dropped his dagger and cried out in frustration.
"Foul beast! Unhand me!" He yelled. His skin crawled wherever it touched, breaking into goosebumps and sending unwanted tingles up his spine. Each limb was coated with little suckers, and they caressed his skin as if they were mocking a lover's touch. Aemond tried to fight against them, but they were strong, and quickly used their mass to pin him down more securely. He was being pulled into the water, and for the briefest moment, he thought the creature might simply drown him and be done with it.
No, no it was worse than that. The tentacles slipped across his chest, oozing between the buckles of his doublet and working their way onto his skin. The thin fabric of his tunic was no match for their slime, and it stuck uncomfortably to his skin while the dextrous limbs forced their way further into his clothing. He gasped when they surged across his breast, spreading cold water and god knows what else over him. Aemond shut his eyes and clenched his jaw, wriggling as much as he dared and shuddering as the suckers pulled at his skin. He hated that it felt so good.
Once, in the privacy of his chambers, he had worked himself to completion while dreaming of a lover kissing and sucking on his neck and shoulders. This was similar to that, similar enough to make a pang of arousal pool in his stomach. He pulled on his trapped arms, breathing out a prayer for salvation. If he died due to one of Aegon's stupid pranks, he swore he would haunt that rat-brained prick until the end of time.
The tentacles squirmed across his chest, and one coiled over his heart as if it was mesmerized by it. The poor muscle was beating so hard that it might have leapt from his chest if it could. The tentacle rubbed at his skin, sliding back and forth with a tantalizing pull of its suckers. Aemond waited for it to plunge through his chest and end him, but it did no such thing. Instead, a few of the appendages dove down the front of his trousers.
"Woah!" Aemond yelped. He let out an indignant scream when they curled around and between his legs. His hips bucked upwards on reflex as the slimy things rubbed firmly over his cock.
"No, no. No, no, no!" He tried to bargain with it by squirming even harder, but only succeeded in making it tighten up all around him. Aemond went still as the air was squeezed out of his lungs. He forced himself to calm down, even when a few smaller tentacles began to slide over him and feel across his skin. Notably, one slipped beneath his braise and brushed its suckers across his inner thigh. His leg kicked up on reflex, only to be yanked back down.
He really wasn't doing himself any favors.
Before it continued, the beast wrapped one long tentacle around Aemond's neck. The prince went stock still, whimpering at the feeling. He had never felt as vulnerable as he did while enduring the kiss of its suckers on his throat. It was strong, it could easily strangle him or break his neck. He clenched his fists and kept as still as he could. Once again, he began to succumb to the pleasure of each little suckle that crept across him. It was as if each limb had a thousand mouths on it, and they all wished for a little taste of his skin. It did not hurt, and that made it all the worse.
Aemond bit down on his lower lip as one tentacle squirmed up his hardening cock. The suckers were almost unbearable as they swept across the tip and coiled around him. His breath was short all over again, but it wasn't from being choked. He closed his eyes, trying to will away the pleasure that came from its movements. This was surely a sin, and he wanted no part in it, even if it was making his toes curl in his boots.
"Gods damn you…" Aemond groaned. His cock twitched within the slimy coils, acting very pleased by the tiny kisses and licks being imparted on it by this foreign appendage. He tried to turn his head, only to wrench it back when one of the tentacles slipped across his cheek. The one on his neck suckled at his adam's apple, fascinated by the notch decorating his delicate throat. Aemond wondered if he would have a million tiny hickeys to explain away if he managed to survive this encounter.
His train of thought was stolen away when the limb around his cock encased his entire length and squeezed. His mouth fell open, and a pathetic moan escaped him before he could reel it in. He'd never been touched like this, not ever. With a pathetic twitch of his hips, he came, and despite the new wetness coating the front of his braise, the creature continued to pleasure him. Aemond whined, managing to ejaculate just a little more. He bit down on his lip when the touches kept up. They were agonizing now, teasing his spent cock and preventing it from fully softening.
It could sense his misery, it seemed, so it aimed to distract him. A tentacle pushed past his spread legs, wandering between his thighs. It prodded at his perineum before sliding a little lower.
"Oh gods, no." Aemond breathed out. He stared wide-eyed at the ceiling as it slowly pushed inside of him. Though the tentacle was big, it was slick and oily with its own fluid, and went in without much resistance. It helped that Aemond was pinned in place and unable to resist, but the creature wasn't particularly concerned with its victim's willingness at the moment. It just wanted to make him cum as many times as it could.
Aemond cussed at it, gritting his teeth at the stinging stretch that felt as if it could split him in two. It wasn't exactly painful, but it didn't feel good either. Not until the limb began to draw backwards.
"Oh- o-oh-" Aemond threw his head back, vaguely aware that he was soaking his hair in the muddy puddle beneath him. His feet found purchase on the ground, and he rolled his hips, practically fucking himself on the creature before he realized what he was doing. The suckers were like sweet torture on his insides, pulling so perfectly at his skin in an endless wave of pleasure. He kicked out on instinct when it slammed back in, tunneling into his body at a depth that felt so unnatural. Aemond gasped for air as if it had snaked all the way up into his lungs. This time, when it pulled backwards, it was quicker, and he could do little else besides cry out in pleasure and try his hardest not to cum again. All his years of abstinence and disgust with his own body were working against him, as he was sensitive beyond belief. The tentacles milked another orgasm from him within a minute or two, and hardly slowed their ministrations as he groaned and whined.
It hurt.
He remembered the whore Aegon had bought him all those years ago. When she had finished touching him, her hand had felt like sandpaper on his soft cock. He had shoved her away, upset by it all and embarrassed that she had been so quick to finish him off.
He would rather have given her a second chance than gone through this.
Aemond didn't like how close the tentacles were getting to his face. He tried to pull away, but their grip on his throat was not to be trifled with. The suckers caressed his cheek before sliding up to the edge of his eyepatch. He liked that even less. The monster was quick to distract him by allowing its appendages to seal over his cock once more and give it a few rough strokes. During the ensuing squirming, it brushed over his nipples and found a new erogenous zone to abuse. Aemond trembled with pent up energy, desperate to writhe around and fight against the monster's ravaging limbs. He grit his teeth once more, trying not to make a sound as a fresh wave of pleasure began to break over his ensnared body. He was but a toy in the creature's arms, being played like a lute as it plucked at his nipples and suckled messily on the head of his cock.
"Uh- N-no more!" He begged, letting out a quiet moan. It was too much, leaving him raw and dizzy with lust. His mouth was saying no, but his cock was weeping precum into the waiting embrace of the tentacles between his legs. It pulled another orgasm from him by pushing in as deep as it could and undulating inside him. The coils of the tentacle pushed against his insides, and he looked down in horror, expecting to see a bulge in his stomach. If there was one, it was covered by the fabric of his doublet, momentarily assuaging his fears. In between the sickening pulses of the mass inside of him, his cock throbbed where it was caught amidst all those tiny suckers and smooth loops of monsterflesh.
Aemond finally let his tears spill over as it continued to play with him. His body ached for a rest, but the creature was unrelenting. It wanted so much more from his body, as if it thrived off of draining him of seed. His crying left salty tracks on his cheeks, and the tentacles were quick to investigate. The one lingering near his eyepatch took the opportunity to slide beneath the leather and caress his scarred skin. Aemond sobbed in terror, waiting for it to pluck at his old wound and rip into his vulnerable socket. He should have learned from the first time it had been so sweet to him.
The appendage moved over his sapphire, nudging the prosthetic as the suckers pulled on the smooth surface. It caressed the gem, rolling it in place and coating it with ooze. The very tip of the tentacle traced his damaged eyelid, kissing the scar tissue that marred his face. It refused to go any further than that, content to play with his sapphire and tease his damaged skin. Aemond nearly cried harder at the implications behind it- was the thing sentient enough to know what it was doing to him? Did it understand that it was defiling him?
He quickly lost that train of thought as the tentacle around his exhausted cock coiled up again, dragging him with it. A twitch came from deep in his gut, pinging against his balls as he tried to cum again. It ached and throbbed, and he couldn't stop the way his muscles contracted in a cruel mimicry of ejaculation. Aemond had never felt something like that before, and it made his eye roll back in his head. He arched his back as much as he could, offering himself over to the monster. There was no point in resisting now, not when it was so entrenched in his body. His body tried valiantly to peak once more, making his hips roll in a filthy circle as he ground down against the tentacle. The little suckers had found an accursed spot inside of him, and they were bullying it in a way that could only be described as intentional.
Aemond licked his lips, wondering just how long he would be stuck like this. Another long twitch from deep inside his groin made him moan and tug at his bound hands. The tentacles were suckling gently at his palms and wrists, where the skin was thin and delicate. It felt like lightning searing through him, touching nerves that he had never felt before. It didn't end, either, crawling across his chest and down his waist to converge with the mass assaulting his core. He had no idea if he was even truly finishing, as it felt only like an intense wave of overstimulation each time. His legs were shaking, now, fueled by the way his body writhed and rolled so prettily.
With his eyes shut tight, he could almost pretend that it was a lover- if it weren't for the dampness and the reek of the rotting wood around them. Aemond tried anyway, picturing a man with strong arms and a broad chest pushing him down on a bed and… and…
Another one, forced out of him despite his attempts to control himself. The world went blurry as he teared up and rode out the echoes of what was once pleasure. Aemond sobbed, sparing a teary glance at his dagger. It was so close… His fingers stretched towards it, desperate for some relief. The crest of his orgasm was brutally long, drawn out by the movement of the tentacles. They had shifted, almost as if they were-
Aemond yelled out in shock as the one in his ass suddenly withdrew. It was abrupt and quite rough, dragging viciously on his insides. The other appendages followed suit, showering his skin with goodbye kisses as the little suckers pulled away. They left more slime in their wake, nearly soaking him with it. Aemond collapsed into the puddle beneath him with a splash and an undignified sputter. He wiped mud from his face, hoping that dirt looked less pathetic than tears. His body ached where the tentacles had touched him, especially inside, where the feeling of being empty was suddenly foreign. Oh, he hated that. Aemond crawled out of the puddle, already whispering a prayer under his breath. He was such a pervert for having enjoyed it! He cursed his lustful body as he picked up his weapons and stumbled his way back through the nave and away from that dark corner of horrors. Just outside the monastery, he collapsed onto the steps in order to collect himself.
"What in all the seven hells…" he leaned against the sun-aged stone, his lungs unable to decide between hyperventilating and ugly sobbing. Aemond laid on his back, staring up at the sky and waiting for his heart to stop pounding against the prison of his ribcage. He was still trembling, and his cock throbbed with soreness and the desire to keep going. Aemond refused, balling his hands into fists. No, no, this was incredibly unholy, perhaps the most unholy thing he had ever been a part of.
He swallowed down the shame as he checked over his clothing. A few of the seams had popped, but it was all surprisingly intact considering the amount of slimy limbs that had shoved their way in through whatever openings they could find. Aemond stood up on shaky legs, walking over to the well in the courtyard. He drew up the bucket within, hoping for a drink of cold water to calm his nerves.
He also needed to rinse himself off- Vhagar complained mightily whenever he attempted to ride her while covered in dirt, and he assumed that the sight of him coated in monster bile and his own seed would send her into a fit. His hands shook where they grasped the rope, reeling from the creature's touch. Every piece of him felt raw and sensitive. Aemond wished for nothing more than a hot bath and a glass of wine. Perhaps even a whole bottle, if getting drunk would allow him to forget the creep of those gods damned suckers across his cock.
He hoisted the bucket up onto the edge of the stone, eager to douse himself in it and remove the stench of monster from his skin. He spared a glance inside, and his eye went wide as he saw a thick layer of translucent ooze coating the bottom. It swirled in on itself, almost looking innocent if not for the faint lines of tentacle that he could see clinging to the inside of the bucket. Aemond stared at it, the cogs in his brain whirring as he decided what to do. He could keep it, the little thing. He could take it home, and when he was feeling so cold and alone, he could…
Aemond threw the bucket back into the well and stumbled away. No, no, he was a good man, an honorable man who did not enjoy being ravaged by unholy abominations, he would not bring home such an uncouth pet for the purpose of soothing his carnal sins. Instead, he would swear to never, ever return to this place and he would go home to bathe before heading promptly to the sept and praying until his tongue turned numb.
He approached Vhagar, and sighed when she gave a low huff.
"I am not in the mood for your stubbornness." Aemond said. "You have no idea what just happened to me, and I doubt I could explain it to you."
Vhagar snorted at him before turning her massive head away.
"Cantankerous old hag-lizard." Aemond muttered as he climbed up into his saddle.
He gave the place one last look as they soared into the air and began to head home. The bell tower and old outbuildings still fascinated him, and he had an urge to come back and explore them. Then, he shifted in his saddle, and the ensuing ache in his ass made him double down.
Fuck this place.