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Flesh of the Dragon

Title: Flesh of the Dragon

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen/Jacaerys Velaryon

Rating: E

warnings/tags: Dragon Cock. Oral Sex. Anal Sex. Targcest

Summary: The first time Aemond saw his nephews after that fateful day on Driftmark, where he lost his eye and gained a dragon, he immediately noticed a difference. Not only had they aged, it had been 10 years after all, but that they had grown… beautiful. Jacaerys in particular caught Aemond eye, which he hadn't expected, he thought he would be focused on Lucerys, on the nephew who took his eye, but something about Jace captivated him.

It was more than just his appearance, though Aemond could admit in the privacy of his own thoughts that he found his eldest nephew immensely attractive and that he could now see the Targaryen in him. His colouring screamed bastard but it was there, in the shape of his face, the curve of his jaw, the slope of his nose, the slant of his eyes, it was all Targaryen and he was beautiful.

The first time Aemond saw his nephews after that fateful day on Driftmark, where he lost his eye and gained a dragon, he immediately noticed a difference. Not only had they aged, it had been 10 years after all, but that they had grown… beautiful. Jacaerys in particular caught Aemond eye, which he hadn't expected, he thought he would be focused on Lucerys, on the nephew who took his eye, but something about Jace captivated him.

His nephews said nothing as he taunted them in the training yard and Aemond felt a strange energy as they stood facing each other, a very similar energy to when one faced down a dragon and it piqued his curiousity. What had they learned in their time away in Dragonstone, what secrets had the Targaryen home taught them. He burned with jealousy.

He itched to start a fight, to test whatever it was that his nephews had learned that gave them such a presence and he gripped the pommel of his sword tightly, poised and ready to strike when they were rudely interrupted. A courtier had come to gather the princes and announced that the hearing was about to start and their presence was required in the throne room.

Aemond huffed and sheathed his sword. Another time then.

The dinner his father forced them to have after the petition ended gave Aemond another opportunity to attempt and provoke his nephew, this time with a bit more success. His brother had eased the way, mocking Jace's prowess in bed, or the lack thereof, made passes at his fiance, and so Jace's temper was already up. It took very little for Aemond to fan the flames, a few carefully curated words and Jace was out of his seat and finally ready for the fight Aemond had been dying for.

They were stopped before Jace could throw the punch, his stepfather and several guards blocking the way but Aemond spotted something peculiar. Some sort of discolouration, which peaked out from Jace's hairline, over the collar of his tunic and his eyes, his eyes burned with dragon fire and Aemond needed to know what was the cause.

His nephews were sent to their chambers and Aemond burned with impatience as he waited, cup of wine in hand, for enough time to have passed so that he could sneak off and investigate. He knew where his nephews' chambers were located and he knew that no Kingsguard had been assigned to that wing. As he arrived he saw that his sister had the arrogance to not assign any of her household guards outside his nephews rooms either. All the better for him.

He did not knock or announce himself in any way, he found the door unlocked and simply let himself into Jacaerys' chambers and froze at what awaited him.

His nephew was shirtless, his tunic folded over the back of a nearby chair and Jace's back was to the door, the lines of his shoulders relaxed, not at all alarmed by his uncle's unannounced appearance in his chambers. This allowed Aemond to see what it was that had enamored him so.

Scales. Green with just the slightest edge of burnt orange, the same colour and pattern which Vermax boasted. They ran from his hairline down across the breadth of his shoulders and crawled down his spine before they spread around his hips and disappeared down under the hem of his breeches. Aemond spotted patches on the backs of his arms, centered around his elbows and the curve of his wrists.

Jacaerys looked over his shoulder and smirked at Aemond "Hello Uncle."

"What… how… '' Aemond didn't even know what he wanted to ask, all words wiped from his mind at the sight before him.

Jace turned to face him fully, the laces on his breeches were untied and opened just enough that Aemond could see the scales traveled down over his groin and the implication of what his cock must look like made Aemond inexplicably hard in his own breeches. He wanted to see.

Aemonds desire must be clearly evident on his face for Jace laughed and tugged his breeches further down his hips until the base of his cock was visible and Aemond could now clearly see that it had the same scales as on his nephew's back. Aemond barely held back the groan which wanted to escape his throat.

Jace grinned at him, boyish and carefree in a way that Aemond did not expect to see from him. "There is an underground spring on Dragonstone, one used by our ancestors and their dragons since they arrived in Westeros." Jace stepped closer to his uncle and it took everything in Aemond to not step back. His face was no longer boyish, but hungry. "It had been lost for the last 40 years or so, since Daemon was a babe in any case, but Lucerys and I found it while exploring."

Jace slid his breeches the rest of the way down his hips until they fell in a heap at his feet, he stepped out of the bunched up fabric and took another step closer to Aemond. His cock was huge, ridged and scaled, much like what Aemond imagined a dragon's cock would look like. Aemond had never wanted to suck a cock so hard in his life.

Jace reached out with one hand and cupped the side of Aemond's face, his thumb lightly stroking the edge of the leather patch over his eye. "We bathed in that spring and when we emerged we had been changed. The power of the dragon is no longer only in our veins but in our whole bodies…"

Aemond stared into his nephew's eyes and could see the truth in his tale, it wasn't some curse but proof of his Targaryen heritage, indisputable and beautiful.

The hand on his face slid down until Jace's hand was resting on Aemond's shoulder. "On your knees Uncle."

The pain that shot through Aemonds knees as he hit the floor barely registered, his mind now singularly focused on the cock in front of him. He had never sucked another man's cock before, though he had been on the receiving end many times and had a general idea of what to do.

It should have been humiliating, brought to his knees and servicing his bastard nephew in such a way but instead it made Aemond harder than he could ever remember being. Jace's cock doesn't even fit fully in his mouth, it was far too large and he could only suck sloppily at the head and mouth wetly along the sides. The skin was hard under his tongue and he could feel the edge of each individual ridge and scale.

Aemond wasn't sure how long he spent worshiping that dragon cock before Jace pushed him back, panting and flushed an alluring shade of pink, the stain creeping down his chest. It complimented the scales perfectly. "Take off your clothes."

Aemond rushed to comply, shivering with a mix of excitement and intimidation as he systematically stripped off his tunic, breeches and boots.

He wasn't sure what to expect when Jace guided him to the bed and shoved him so he was sprawled on his back on the blood red sheets. Jace crawled over him, a small clay container he assumed was filled with some form of oil in hand, and to Aemonds shock his nephew covered Aemond's cock in the viscous liquid before he straddled him and sank down on his cock.

It was slow, eased only by the oil and Jace was tighter then any cunt Aemond had ever fucked before. Hot and perfect around his cock.

Once Jace had worked the entirety of Aemon'd cock inside him, and he had given himself a minute to adjust, he set a brutal pace and rode Aemond like a beast, his huge dragon cock bouncing, wet and dripping all over Aemond's stomach. Aemond just had to hold on for the ride and try not to cum first, he still wasn't sure how he ended up here but he would be damned if he didn't see Jace cum before him, the tattered remains of his pride demanded it. Aemond braced his feet flat on the bed and thrust up into each roll of Jace's hips down, the sound of skin against skin filling the room, mixing with their panting and moaning.

Aemond tried to wrap his hand around Jace's girth and jerked him as best he could. Jace seemed to like it well enough, if his ever crescendoing moans meant anything and when he finally came with a scream only a few minutes later he drenched Aemond. Spurt after spurt of his cum covered Aemond's stomach, chest and neck, hot and slick. Jace didn''t slow the motions of his hips, he continued to ride his uncle with abandon until Aemond came with a cry, body trembling as he flooded his nephew's still convulsing arse with his cum.

They laid there, chest to chest with Jace's face buried in Aemond's neck, sticky and sated. "You could come with us back to Dragonstone… I would love to see what colour your scales would be…" Jace sounded so vulnerable, so honest and Aemond found himself agreeing without thinking.

A week later he emerged from the spring under Dragonstone forever changed, in more ways than one. He came out of that spring with his own set of shimmering bronze scales edged in blue, proving beyond a doubt that he was always meant to claim Vhagar. This went a long way with patching the rift between himself, his nephews and cousins.

He would never be able to go back to his family in King's Landing, the betrayal of his leaving putting him firmly on the side of the blacks and Rhaenrya after the news of his father's passing reached their ears but it was worth it. Aegon would make a terrible King.

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