CHAPTER 330: THE RESURRECTED LADY IX

(Third Person POV)

[R18 Warning]

The sounds of pleasure slowed down to a halt as the hall where Aemon was laying down was completely silent. The light of the candles was dimming down, their life slowly coming to an end as the Prince was stuck in his sitting position.

Aemon’s eyes were completely red from crying, he simply stared at the stone floor, his entire body felt so exhausted from trembling.

"Why...." His voice was soft and low, "Why does this happen to me....?"

Inside the room, Drakken was laying next to Jocelyn, groping her breasts as she was closing her eyes, letting out a soft moan.

"My Lord...." She said softly, her face full of exhaustion as she looked at him, "I.....that....."

Drakken leaned in to her, kissing her behind her ear, "What is it?"

"Amazing...." She moaned in his ear, "I want....more..."

"Hm, for now...you rest." He said as he ran his hand down he sweaty body, reaching her thighs and groping them as well, "You did well, Jocelyn. I admit...you are quite...satisfactory."

Jocelyn blushed as she tried to keep her eyes open, "Thank you..." She said softly, "I am....glad...to be of service."

Drakken turned her to her side and smacked her ass, the clap being heard outside the door, "Hm." He said, "You’ll service me tomorrow night as well, that is all for tonight."

He crawled out of bed and snapped his fingers, causing his clothes to appear on him as he rubbed his neck.

"H-Have a good....night...." Jocelyn said softly as she drifted off to sleep

Drakken chuckled as he walked over to the door, "And that’s how you do it." He said with a smirk, "Fuck them so good they fall asleep."

He opened the door and stepped outside, closing it behind him as he adjusted the collar of his coat.

He then glanced to his right, seeing Aemon sitting on the floor a few feet away.

"Heh." He said with a smirk, "Oh, Aemon. Didn’t notice you there."

Aemon didn’t react, simply stared at the floor. He said nothing, he could feel nothing but despair filling his entire body.

"Ah, must suck for you, huh?" Drakken said with a chuckle, "Losing your child, your wife is depressed, and you have to listen to your previous wife being fucked silly while you sit there, hm?"

Aemon didn’t respond, some of his hair fell in front of his face as he stared at the floor.

"I would have had you on the chair, watching." Drakken said, "But that is a turn-off for me, so yea....did it sound good? My sex with Jocelyn? I’ll tell you, I can understand why you were so smitten with her. She has a killer body and man.....the way she rides.....it is more instinctual than anything. You were a lucky man, Aemon. Were."

"You....." Aemon said softly

"Shame." Drakken walked over to him, "I have had both of your wives. You are not in a good mood, are you. Daella.....the beautiful flower that she is....she was so nervous.....so timid...but she felt....well, quite good. I am disappointed that she is not mine. But fuck it, you can keep her. I have Jocelyn now, hehe. She can-"

"Shut up." Aemon said, his voice barely audible

"Hm." Drakken said, "Well. I should undo the spell that keeps you from sleeping. And I’ll toss you to a random room so you can finally sleep. I had a letter sent to King’s Landing, using your hand....you are to spend the night here so tomorrow, you discuss a negotiation with me. Haha....little does your Family know what you are going through."

"I hate you." Aemon said softly

"Yea yea." Drakken snapped his fingers and Aemon disappeared,

"I hate you too."

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"That’s good." Drakken leaned back as Jocelyn was leaned over him, pleasuring him orally, "That’s quite good....."

He was in Jocelyn’s room yet again, the following night, and she was more than eager to continue what they had done the previous night.

This time, when Drakken arrived, Jocelyn was already stripped naked and pounced on him.

And like the previous night, Drakken had Aemon outside....listening while he was paralyzed.

Jocelyn kept going down on Drakken, using her mouth to satisfy the God of War and Death. Drakken felt the way she moved her tongue, the way his member was hitting against the back of her throat. It was something that he was used to but for some reason, he felt more arousal when Jocelyn was doing it.

"There you go..." Drakken grabbed her by her hair, "You’re quite the lustful woman, eh?"

Jocelyn kept going, not stopping at all and Drakken reached for her breasts, groping her as she kept going. Her eyes were closed yet she was blushing, completely absorbed in the feeling of bliss and pleasure.

To her, this was something she wasn’t sure she could indulge in again. She had to take advantage of the situation. If Drakken wanted her, she should give herself to him.

She then pulled away, gasping for air as saliva dripped from her mouth, "Ohh~" She let out, "M-My Lord..."

"On top." Drakken leaned back, "Now."

Without wasting time, Jocelyn got on top of Drakken and immediately inserted his member inside her.

"Ohh~" She let out a moan, "Lord Drakken~"

Drakken reached for her breast, "Go on." He said with a smirk, "You know what to do."

Jocelyn began to move her hips as she closed her eyes, leaning back as she let out loud moans. She felt Drakken’s cock grind inside her with every movement she made.

"Ahh~" She let out, "Oh, yes~"

She then began to lean forward, grabbing Drakken by the chest as she moved her hips up and down, moaning loudly as she did so.

"Ho?" Drakken said as she groped her bouncing breasts, "There you go...."

"Ahh~ It is....oohhh~" She moaned loudly, "Is this....of satisfaction~?"

"Sure." Drakken said as he reached for her ass and groped it, "Mya loves doing this and let’s not mention Saera, she’s an expert."

"O-Ohh~" Jocelyn moaned, "I-Is that so?"

"Yes." Drakken said, "You’re not bad. On the contrary, you are quite good. I might consider keeping you as an actual mistress, Jocelyn. Your body is quite something. You have to compete with Mya and Saera as seconds after I indulge with Maegelle....."

"M-Maegelle?" Jocelyn looked at him, "H-Her~?"

"Maegelle is my primary thought." Drakken said as she held her by the hips as she moved them up down, riding his cock nice and fast, "Whenever she wants to, I will have her first. She is my wife, my darling Lady...."

"O-Ohh~" She moaned, "D-Do you love her?"

"Don’t worry about that." Drakken said, "And focus on riding me."

"Y-Yes~~!" She let out as she leaned back and slammed her hips down, grinding against Drakken’s crotch, "Ohh~"

As this happened, Aemon was lying on the side, a pool of tears next to him as he was forced to hear this entire thing happen.

There was nothing he could do but just weep by himself.

All while Drakken fucked Jocelyn loud enough for him to hear.

It was torture for Aemon Targaryen, whose emotions were already in disarray recently.

It was his Hell.