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[krowlleps]

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the journey to his quarters is a blur; stolen, helpless kisses, touches in dark corridors while avoiding being seen. or, at least, not flaunting the fact that the prince is bringing a strange woman to bed. but honestly? concern for getting caught is far from zatanna's mind. it takes longer than she'd like to finally find privacy, the heavy wooden door shutting behind them.

her gown she had conjured to suit the setting, a luxurious purple with lantern sleeves and fitted bodice that gives her breasts just the right amount of contour. silver thread and beads spin a scene starlight that suggests her magic. it's lovely...even if it is destined for the stone floor beneath their feet.)

Finally, (zatanna sighs before returning to aemond's orbit with kisses and hands growing greedier with each passing moment.)

[greenkinslayer]

[He pulls her along eagerly, not particularly worried about being caught, either. Would this encourage a bit of a rumour mill? Because it's him, yes. But a prince taking a woman to his chambers is hardly cause for scandal.

Her dress is magnificent. It stands out in all the right ways while keeping in line with the fashion of the royals. And he couldn't give a damn about it, aside from it being an obstacle in his way. His focus is on her, his hands in her hair, his lips on hers as he tugs her away from the door and further into his rooms.]

Come, kelitsos. Let me look at you.

[krowlleps]

(what stands out the most in this moment is the shift in aemond's demeanor, as though now that he has made up his mind that he does indeed wish to bed her that nothing in heaven or hell could possibly deter him from pursuing his desire. it is resolute and, decidedly, him. his calloused hands tangle in her dark curls and he claims her lips with kisses---and then he's leading her further in.

she doesn't recognize the term of affection he uses but zatanna smiles nonetheless. and, never one to pass up an opportunity for dramatics, she twirls in front of him in her gown and he'd surely watch entranced as the fabric seems to liquefy and melt down her body into a pool of silks at her feet.

and she is bare. her form is voluptuous; ample breasts each more than a handful. perfectly curved hips. a trimmed patch of wiry hair at the apex of her thighs. toned legs and backside---among her best features, if she had to pick. all offered unto him for appraisal and admiration.)

[greenkinslayer]

[She is resplendent. Beyond words. His eye drinks her in before he even thinks of moving, or speaking. When he does move toward her he can't help but touch, his hands smoothing over her soft curves.]

So beautiful. Stunning.

[He whispers in her ear, placing a soft kiss beneath it.]

All for me.

[krowlleps]

(he gaze rakes over her and zatanna basks in it, her skin flushing and the fire of desire sparking even more. she sighs gratefully when aemond finally touches her---not just a hand rested chastely along her back over her clothing, but fingertips dancing over bare skin.

again his words make her shiver with delight.)

All for you. (she repeats, breathy. wanting.)

[greenkinslayer]

[It's easy enough to give in to the moment, to sweep her up in his arms and kiss her once more. To feel the firmness of her skin beneath his hands, her mouth relenting under his. Just in the moment.

And then he pulls back, tugging at his own shirt and letting it fall to the ground before he takes her by the hand and leads her over to the bed.]

[krowlleps]

(zatanna kisses him back with all the ease she speaks her magic, as easily as she breathes. and she almost whines when he pulls away. but when aemond joins her in baring himself, his tunic cast aside, and leads her to the bed...well, it more than makes up for the sin of interrupting their kisses.

settling upon his bed, she looks to him. his form his pleasing, toned from practice with the sword and dragon riding, no doubt. a few scars, too, have her wonder the stories they tell.)

You're beautiful too, (she says reverently, reaching to trace along the contours of his bare chest and abdomen.)

[greenkinslayer]

[He doesn't reply, save to lean in for another kiss. He presses her gently back against the mattress, bracing his arms on either side of her.]

You tantalize me, Zatanna. I want to feel all of you.

[krowlleps]

I want to feel you too, (she sighs sweetly against his lips and, as if to prove it to him, she hooks one leg around his hip to keep him close.)

[greenkinslayer]

[It's going to take some maneuvering to divest him of his trousers, but he'll get it done. Then he settles between her legs, brushes a bit of hair out of her face and kisses her nose.]

Ready?

[krowlleps]

(there they are, each noble and naked and drunk with desire. zatanna feels aemond brush against her and reaches between them, closing her hand around him and giving him a few languid strokes.

she almost offers to use her mouth to pleasure him, but it occurs to her that things here might be different, certain acts reserved for brothels. so instead she leans up to kiss him and nips at his bottom lip.)

Don't feel like you need to be gentle.

[greenkinslayer]

[Its almost alarming to him the things he thinks he would do to have her touch him again like that. But there’s time enough. Right now he wants her desperately and one of his hands reaches between them to guide himself inside her.

He groans loudly, just enjoying having her surround him. Then he snaps out of his reverie and starts to move, his breath heavy against her cheek.]

[krowlleps]

(the slow press of him inside her, the heady groan he exales...zatanna's breath quickens as the final gap between them is closed. she is snug around him, fluttering and flexing as she gets used to the delightful intrusion.

and then aemond moves and she sighs his name blissfully with pleas for more upon her tongue.)

[greenkinslayer]

[The pace is awkward to start, though he is definitely eager if inexperienced. He nips and licks at her neck, placing the occasional kiss to her skin as well.

She's encouraging him with the words and noises she makes and eventually, he settles into a steady rhythm.]

[krowlleps]

(she doesn't mind the clumsy beginning; he still has her feeling blissfully full and the little nips of affection and the drag of his kisses over whatever skin he can reach has her sighing with pleasure. zatanna wraps her long legs around him, her heels digging into the small of his back to coax him deeper. as for her hands, she threads her fingers into his lovely pale hair.)

That's it, (she encourages, rolling her hips to meet him.) Have your fill, Aemond...of all of me.

[greenkinslayer]

[It's clear he responds to positive reinforcement as his thrusts become harder and with more frequency. He buries his face in her hair, panting softly against her ear.]

Tell me...

[krowlleps]

(zatanna gasps with the shift in the forcefulness of his thrusts. he's so close. not just the way he moves within her, but the press of his firm chest flush against her own, the sound of his breathing so close. truly the world shrinks down until it's just them: a man and a woman here in his bed.)

Anything, anything, (she moans softly. she will say anything he wants her to, give him whatever he wants.)

[greenkinslayer]

Tell me what you want.

[Right now it's only about the physical, how she feels around and under him. More of a connection is what he wants. But only if she wants it, too.]

[krowlleps]

I want---(what does she want? she wants him to not stop, to make love to her like he's hours away from an execution. to show her how desperate he can be made. wants him to see her. but how is she supposed to say all that when he's buried in her to the hilt? she reaches, pets his cheek with her fingertips. she feels hopelessly enamored in the moment.)

I want...I want to forget where I end and you begin. I want to feel your heart beat on top of mine to the same rhythm. I want...(her murmured answer is interrupted by her own moan.)

I want you to lose yourself here with me.

[greenkinslayer]

[She wants more, and he can give that to her. Grunting, he takes her arms and raises them above her head, holding them there by her wrists. He angles himself slightly differently and pounds into her with more force than before. He nips and kisses her lips, watching her closely.]

[krowlleps]

(he pins her wrists and ruts into her anew and she looks to his good eye, her own half-lidded with need. she wills herself not to look away or close her eyes. he might feel the slightest shift in the aura around them as her innate magic thrums involuntarily. zatanna kisses him back, desperate.)

What...do you want? (she manages to pant, posing his question right back.)

[greenkinslayer]

[That shift in the air is palpable, even to him, and it makes him even more desperate for her. Clearly, he's doing something right. He keeps his rhythm, burying himself inside her with every stroke.]

Just you.

[krowlleps]

You...have me.

(she smiles softly, still unwilling to break her gaze away from his. but she does shift, loosening the grip around his waist with her legs and instead blooming for him, spreading apart.)

Please, Aemond...touch me?

[greenkinslayer]

[He kisses her softly. A hand reaches down, fingers brushing over the sweet spot between her legs. Again, a bit hesitant and likely a bit too gentle, but the last thing he wants is to hurt her. He waits for more encouragement to determine how much further he should go.]

[krowlleps]

(she gasps, hips bucking up at the touch. and she's nodding and he'd surely feel her flutter around his cock.)

Like that, (zee sighs sweetly.)