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Imagine Aegon II corrupts you (+21).

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Aegon has always set his pair of lilac eyes on you. But curiously enough, he always judged you—a Lannister, only daughter of Ser Tytus of Casterly Rock—as an innocent being who must be protected at all costs.

Having been raised together, this attraction has always been repressed on his part. But this is also the reason why, when his hormones began to take rein of his reason, he sought pleasures somewhere else.

Nevertheless, you and him remain the closest of friends. Aegon watches as you blossom into a handsome woman. Your gold locks fall into your heart-shape heart, helping transmit goodness through the pair of emerald eyes that unfairly associate you to an angel, whose heart is so distant of his reach.

He doesn’t know, though, that you share his fondness. You think your childhood playmate has grown into a handsome man, always drowning in those lilac eyes. However, unlike him, carnal needs have not yet met those of your heart.

Curiously enough, you are the only one who tames his bad temper, the only one who comforts his and doesn’t judge his lustful manner. But you too are the only one whose advices he follows.

Today, there’s a feast thrown to celebrate the name day of Queen Alicent, so it is only fair that you and him are found together.

“Me, dance?”, Aegon laughs dismissively. “Hardly, dear Y/N.”

He regrets his words the moment he sees your face fall.

“…but I could try”, says the prince. “Why not, right?”

As he notices other pair of male eyes admiring you, Aegon doesn’t want competition for his side.

“Adversaries are hardly the best remedy for one’s ego”, muses Aemond sarcastically.

Aegon rolls his eyes at his brother.

“Would you conveniently please keep your unwelcoming thoughts to yourself?! Thank you, Aemond.”

The one-eyed still chuckles, overall because you, like Helaena, barely notice what’s going on.

To a general surprise, though, here he is. Dancing with you.

“Alas, Y/N! The things I do for you!”

You two share a chuckle. You cast him a fond glance.

“Why, Egg”, you are also enjoy the privilege of nicknaming him. “Do not be dramatic. Dancing is good for our nerves.”

“This is just an excuse to drag me to dancing”, the prince laughs quietly, pleased to see he’s able to make you smile. His heart races at the sight.

“I could have not chosen a better partner”, you hold his gaze and something about how you and him dance together makes your own heart skip a beat.

It is as if there is just you and him in the room.

“Few would say so about me”, as if to test you, Aegon referees to his bad reputation already known in King’s Landing for his womanizing.

“Fewer are those who know you for who you really are”, you whisper, aware of his damaged pride.

The moment your fingers touch is when you see fear stealing him away from you and sadness in your eyes in turn when Aegon realizes you’ve misjudged him, taking him as not feeling the way you feel for him.

He hates when the spell is broken and someone else asks you for dancing. Aegon hates more when you cast him a hurtful glance and like a lioness, you take the stranger’s invitation.

***

You are spotted following Helaena into the gardens. Aegon waits for the moment to steal you away from them. As you move to your secretive spot, little surprise should there be to find him waiting for you.

“Egg!”

“Y/Nickname.”

“What are you doing here?”

He notices today you are wearing a pink silk gown with details in green. Aemond also notices how more cleavage you show, and he struggles to keep himself composed when seeing how your breasts seem to almost jump out of it.

You blush at his sight. To deny it brings you no effect is to indulge in lies. But you repress it. Specially because you don’t want to be another one to his bed parties.

“I missed you”, he says, after clearing his throat. “You seem to have been avoiding me.”

You sigh. Seeing that he is not letting go so easily, you swallow your pride and tell the truth:

“I’ve heard you took another lady to your bed. She apparently is better than me because you and I haven’t spent so much of time like we used.”

Aegon has the decency to blush.

“I should explain myself”, he offers you his arm and lead the way into the woods, where there’s a lake nearby.

“I’m all ears”, you say, patiently.

“I…”

In truth, how can a rogue like himself explain to a sweet being like yourself that he cannot deal well with the sentiments he has for you? That he cannot corrupt you, but instead fucks other ladies who assemble you?

“I feel terrible”, it’s all he can say for now.

As you sit before the lake, you turn at Aegon and say:

“You know where this whoring needs come from. I mean… It is the way of men, but in truth I believe there is good in you.”

Aegon blushes. Looking away, he tries to prevent you to see his damaged pride, but you have spotted many times to run away now. Gently you make him look at you.

“Don’t hide away from me, Egg. I’ve seen your worst and your best. I won’t let go of you.”

“And when you marry…”

“Oh shush, there is no need to speak of it now.”

You two chuckle. Aegon then rests his forehead against yours, holding you close. You let him be, enjoying his smell, his presence.

“I love you, my dear Y/N, but my flesh is weak.”

“My sweet, love doesn’t change a man’s nature”, and when your gazes meet, he knows you take him as who he really is.

It is when it begins. His lips meet yours under sunlight. Perhaps not all is lost and you content yourself with whatever’s to come.

***

Aegon finds you at the library right before dinner. His eyes scan your features, lovely as ever—a beautiful sight to behold, to dwell with his heart. But he wants more.

He shouldn’t, his conscience admonishes it. But he decides to leave his whores aside to look for you.

Taking a seat next to you, he puts his hands around your eyes. The prince smirks.

“Guess who?”

You giggle.

“I don’t know. Darron?”

Aegon rolls his eyes. Kissing your cheek, he whispers:

“It’s me, silly.”

You turn your head at him, greeting your prince with a kiss on his lips.

“Where have you been, Egg?”

“Not whoring, I assure you”, he swears it, making you laugh quietly.

Now he puts you on his lap, Aegon rests his chin on your chin and says:

“You are so beautiful, my lady. Always possesses such a daydream look to inspire good sentiments in me”, saying so he kisses your jawline and moves to your neck.

You adjust quietly on his lap, the first sign of how he affects you. Part of you knows you should stay away, but another makes you stay.

“Words you surely tell every woman that crosses your path”, you tease him, enjoying how possessively he holds your waist.

As his tongue slowly draws circles right under your jawline, you shiver lightly. You notice his right hand is well under the swell of your right boob.

“No. To others I barely speak at all”, Aegon now opens his eyes, studying your features as he keeps sucking and biting your neck, down to your shoulder.

A side smirk twists in the corner of his lips when seeing your wide-eyed gaze, your bottom lip trembling and how short breath you are, clearly surprised for experimenting sentiments no one but him makes you feel. This perception gives him a bone.

And you feel it. But… strange as it may be, you like to feel his hard cock. However you don’t say a word about it.

“Ha”, you chuckle nervously, as you feel his thumb vaguely rising to your boob and over the silk starting to round your nipple. “Would you honestly expect me to believe in you?”

“You’ve known me for years, sweet heart”, he uses that intimate nickname he calls you when you two are alone. Aegon smiles as you blush, and his heart races.

You bite down your bottom lip as his tongue moves to the line of your neck and shoulder, there staying. Your breath is shorter still, and you discover how you like it—the taste of his tongue in your skin is so good. Little wonder why women succumb easily to him, a thought occurs him.

Aegon sees defiance in your eyes, struggling to keep your self control. It’s when he moves his thumb to another breast all the whilst his hand goes down to your skirts.

“Egg… We should best not…”, but your protest dies when he stops doing what he was doing.

Aegon is amused at how frustrated you look. He waits. You want more, you know it now. Your womanhood is aching, but you have no idea how to deal with it.

“I’m sorry if I offended you, sweet heart”, carefully he helps you stand, and you hate how silly you look. “Your beauty has always captivated me…”

And it doesn’t help you how he leans closely to your ear and whispers:

“The first time I touched myself, it was because of you. Your golden locks, your red lips… I’ve always wondered what was like to kiss you, to have your body so close against mine”, he smirks when seeing how a shiver runs over you.

“Y-You did?”, it’s all you can say.

“Yes. It was dark night, we have danced. You were beautiful in your red gown, dressing the colors of your house”, Aegon feels another bone because he remembers well this night when he realized friendship never sufficed his heart. “I laid down at night thinking of you. An ache burnt me, it was unbearable. It was hot that night, so I slept naked.”

“Really?”, you try not to surrender, you wish he stopped talking about it, but you enjoy it. Aegon knows you do, so he strokes your hair before resting his hand on your bum.

“Yes.”

“What did you do?”, you ask out of curiosity, a sinful curiosity.

Aegon bites your earlobe, pleased to hear you squirm at last.

“I touched me in many ways. Stroking my manhood, very erect at the thought of you, my lady. I pumped it up and down, in different moves until…”

“Until?”

“Until a white liquid came out to my hand and I cried out your name”, and he moans your name in your ear.

Aegon watches as pink paints your cheeks, as your mouth is barely open, perceiving your short breath as your chest goes up and down. When you turn your gaze at him, a fang of guilt scratches his conscience. Your innocence is slowly being eclipsed by a new curiosity.

But to his dismay, you recompose.

“These are things you shouldn’t tell me, Egg”, despite the disapproval in your words, your eyes lit with something else.

“I lament it for bringing them up”, he is now genuinely embarrassed.

You are confused at how these things are going. But before either of you deal with such sensual tension, you are interrupted by Aemond.

“Oh there you are”, says he not surprised by all means to find you two together. “Dinner is ready.”

***

The next day you are dressing a blue silk that purposely shows some skin. You realize you want his eyes on you, after dreaming to be his mistress. You should not give in to the pleasures of flesh, but it’s your sweet Egg. He never mistreated you, he was always so kind, so… good.

Aegon watches as you come with his sister, his eyes lingering on you. He is pleased to find you dresssing a jewel he gifted you on your last name day.

Excusing of his family presence, he greets you warmly.

“Looking dashingly beautiful, my lady.”

“Many thanks, my prince”, you curtsy, pleased to have his eyes on your chest again.

“Are you free for a ride today?”, Aegon asks you, not minding how openly he’s courting you, right before his family.

You blush when noticing how Queen Alicent raises her eyebrows at it. You feel as if you should refuse—you would be aiming too high, but when looking at how open is he, you cannot refuse your childhood sweetheart.

“Yes, lord. I am.”

Aegon beams and it’s a beautiful sight to behold.

“Fantastic”.

***

After riding a while, he helps you dismount. Now taking a seat on the grass, as you and him make a somewhat sort of picnic, he puts you to sit on his lap again. This time, you purposely rub on his lap—a sign that makes Aegon groan low, but also indicating where he should follow.

Resting his chin over your shoulder, he rests his hands over your waist.

“I love you, Y/Nickname. I mean it”, says he. “You are too good for me, it’s true. But I love you.”

He smiles as you blush. Aegon sighs passionately before kissing your lips, not waiting for your response. As his tongue dances with yours, he strokes your hair whilst the other slips from his chin to your chest.

You kiss him deeper, sighing as his hand moves over your breasts; his thumb drawing circles over your nipples. This time he gets some reaction if you, which makes him smirk.

As his hand grows bolder, he parts the kiss, eager to watch you as he lifts the skirts of your gown.

“Egg…”, you warn him, but not stopping him.

“Just tell me and I’ll quit”, he whispers as he slides his hand higher in your thighs, surprised that you part them willingly. “One word and I’ll stop.”

You lock gazes with him, no more hearing your conscience. And the moment he slides one finger in your core, your eyes go wide and you arch your back.

“Egg!”, you exclaim. “What… What is this?!”

He has yet to remember that this is all too new for you. Patiently he bites your earlobe, pleased to see you whimper.

“What are you feeling?”

You blush and look away. For a moment Aegon stops, which fuels your frustration.

“Don’t!”, you admonish him, which makes him chuckle. “I just feel… I… I do not wish to embarrass you. I am a damsel and…”

“I’ll look after you, sweet heart”, he holds your face with his free hand before resuming his fingering in you. “I promise this. I’ll make you my wife if necessary.”

You moan loud now, a beautiful sound of discovery that makes Aegon horny.

“Don’t make promises you cannot keep”,you groan, as he slowly inserts his now two fingers.

It was never about lusting only. Aegon knows it now, that he wants to be your only man… and he wants you to be his only woman.

To watch your discoveries arouses him to an unbearable move. But if once intercourse was often about his flesh needs, he wants this to be you. For you, the only one who was ever able to read his deep and darkest secrets… You, who never left in his worse.

“Yes”, he whispers hotly in your ear. “Yes, my dearest. Do not fight it. Do not fight this urge of feeling so free. Roar, my lioness. I want to make you roar.”

You crave him. You clash your lips against his, hands on his thighs as you search for support, for balance as you experiment this new bliss. It makes your belly fly like butterflies, and your legs go inexplicable heavy. Your clit is under his skillful fingers, making you want more.

“Oh, Aegon! Aegon! Egg…”

Your eyes are barely close when you cry out, and Aegon could almost follow you in this climax too. He smiles though as you look breathlessly at him.

“I have so many indecent thoughts right now”, he chuckles and you realize you want this same naughtiness.

You want to misbehave. You want him.

“I want to see it”, you blurt it out, slipping off his lap, ignoring this new ache that hasn’t ceased after reaching what so far you’ve only read in books—and heard some of the maids that were once in his bed.

Aegon forgets what he said when your innocent tongue speaks it.

“What?”, he gives you a quizzical look. “What are you saying, my dove?”

He strokes your face, and you love how gentle he is to you.

“I’m saying I want to see your manhood. I’ve never seen one before”, and here’s when you smirk with a new glint of mischief never before sparked in your gaze. “If we are getting together lawfully, Egg, I want to be familiar with you. In every possible way.”

Aegon barely blinks, partially perplexed by what you ask of him. He hesitates, though.

“You are too pure for this, Y/Nickname.”

You lean to kiss his lips, and his long sigh makes him forget what he just said. As you two part the kiss, you don’t mind letting your hands do the work— although a little nervous, since you’ve never done before.

“I understand you want it, calm down, sweet”, Aegon chuckles at your disposition.

The prince then unlaces his pants and lets it free. Erect, fully. His eyes are on you, side smirking as you blush before the view.

Aegon lies down back in the grass, getting aroused at your curiosity, and he remembers the countless nights he spent thinking of this moment.

You, on your turn, are amazed by his length—very proper, you judge, but wondering if won’t hurt you— and then your hand finally wraps around it. It gives you shivers, to feel him in such a state.

“Ah!”

You cast him a look. Your prince, prideful and arrogant, humbled before your hand. You smirk, experimenting this again and again, having him to thank for. You move up and down, as delicate as possible.

“Gods!”, his eyes are closed and his mouth barely comes any other sound.

You like this. Oh yes, you do. You look down at it again, curiosity moving you by instinct. His moan gets louder when your thumb twirls around its tip.

“Right there!”

Oh and you get yourself wet again.

“Teach me, love”, you ask him innocently.

Aegon looks at you with such desire that you damn wish he could deflower you right now. He leans back, spreading his legs and whispering in your ear.

“My sunflower”, his husky voice gives you goosebumps, which makes you giggle softly. “Just do that thing you were doing before.”

And he takes your hand, showing the proper pace. It’s so good to see you enjoying it, and he knows he shouldn’t test these limits, but damn it…

“I want to see you naked”, he whispers in your ear. “And do very bad things to you.”

Aegon smiles when watching your face going pink. You try to concentrate in pleasing him, but his words sent electrical waves to your skin.

“What bad things?”, you ask, your voice shaking with expectations.

Aegon moans loud, forgetting what to say for a moment. In the meantime you remember you heard a lady saying how she used her mouth in her husband’s cock, sucking it with her tongue up and down, caressing his balls all the whilst.

You are wondering how you can do that when he resumes his dirty speech.

“I want to see you begging me for more. To insert two, three fingers up to your uterus and make you scream. To take your breasts and leave marks in your nipples—and want to pinch them, to suck each.”

“Egg…”, you cast him a glance.

“What? You asked”, he plays coy. “Wouldn’t you like me to suck your breasts? To experiment this whilst I fuck you with my finger?”

You shut him with a kiss, increasing in such a manner the pace that Aegon drops back to grass. And now you kiss his neck, making him taste his poison.

“I think I’m about to come undone”, he groans as you find his weak spots… “Heavens, you are so natural in this, Y/Nickname!”

And he is genuinely surprised when you continue to kiss down to his belly.

“Y/N…”, you like how your name comes out of his lips. “You really don’t…”

When you gently stroke his balls, holding each with your hand, he gasps.

“…have to…”

And of course you put your curiosity to table. You engulf his erect cock.

“FUCK!”, Aegon arches his back, burning in wide fire. “Y/N! Y/N! Aaaaaaaah!”

You know it’s wrong. To feel his manhood throbbing like that in your small mouth; to gladly suck his pre-cum. You shouldn’t enjoy this, to make him cry out your name in such an indecent manner. You shouldn’t want to please him. You shouldn’t.

But here you are.

Corrupted by his will, you want more. And you don’t stop even when warm liquid comes through you. Aegon watches how he’s to blame for making you liking it. And jealously grows in his chest at the mere idea of you doing it to others. No other but he alone will enjoy your skills.

“My sweet heart”, and he pulls you desperate to his lips, not minding the taste of himself in your mouth.

Cuddling against you under sunlight, two hearts beat as one.

***

You and Aegon agree that these games must stop for the moment. He makes sure you are going to be his wife and thus announces it before court his decision.

“I thought you’d marry Helaena”, says Viserys, astonished by his son’s decision. Alicent and Otto join him in his surprise.

But Aegon is firm. Especially because it is known how Helaena and Aemond have been smitten with each other. And you don’t tell either the day you saw Aemond on his knees, giving a pleasure to his dear sister that you wish Aegon could provide you. But you keep it to yourself, of course.

“The Lannisters are good allies”, Viserys, per usual, ignores the protests of his wife. “Welcome to our family, lady Y/N.”

Every face in the room turns at you, and you shake under the table as your new family greets you. As you stand, you ignore the quizzical looks that comes from some courtiers as well as the shock stamped in other relatives—when everyone knows Aegon’s infamous nature.

“I appreciate your welcoming, Your Grace. My Queen”, you respectfully turn at a perplexed Alicent, “I shall not disappoint you.”

Alicent’s reluctance melts away and she comes to embrace you.

“My dear child, as surprised as I was in seeing my son’s firm decision to have you as his future wife, I want you to know that I expected you to find better matches. It does look, though, that he found genuinely love in you.”

You know where you are getting into and this isn’t about marrying into the Targaryen family. It’s a love match, as time will show.

“Thank you, my Queen. You will find in me a devouted daughter”, you assure her, earning a warm embrace.

It’s all well, apparently, and never before you saw Aegon so happy before his family.

***

“Let me escort you in your bedchambers”, Aegon smirks as he slides his arm in your waist.

You cast him a glance.

“I thought we agreed not doing so until our marriage day.”

“We did, but damn it… It’s hard to wait when you look so beautiful”, he nuzzles his nose against yours, pecking your lips.

As much as you want him to do many naughty things to you, you say:

“You have to wait. I promise you will not regret, my prince.”

Aegon sighs. You know this night he might look somewhere else to slide his cock in, but his heart is yours to possess.

Even he knows it well.

So the future king sighs.

***

The day of marriage eventually comes. Your silk gown has long sleeves, but shows some cleavage, reinforcing your curves and your firm breasts. It is in the colors of your house, red and gold, with a lion sewed on the low neckline of the gown.

Your long golden locks are tied in a fashion braid. Your lips are painted red and your face is beautifully covered in light make up, providing the innocence there is still in you.

You wear golden emeralds, a gift from your mother and your father, in your ears, neck and fingers.

“My daughter is going to be a queen! A lioness, queen of Westeros!”, says Lady Lannister, thrilled to see that your raising at the court has provided more fruits than she and her husband expected.

You have never been very ambitious, but, being the prettiest of your siblings, to your parents it could have not been otherwise. Higher you got, higher than anyone would have expected. Suddenly, this is all too disconcerting and as you see your reflection on the mirror, you wonder whether this is not too much.

“Mother, please. The king is very alive”, you retort.

“Even so!”

And here she says what is expected of you—as wife and future queen—, but you say nothing. This was meant to be something discreet, you remember thinking, disassociating from your conscience as she and then other relatives of Casterly Rock speak.

But it’s too late to run. And you know this is more than politics. You are there for Aegon and Aegon alone. He’s yours, no matter if your cousin disdained at “marrying a rogue prince who’s a famed client in the brothels of the capital”.

You stand for these envious remarks, and praise the Gods when your father shows up, silencing unnecessary comments.

“Our daughter is very fortunate”, says Lord Tyrus, serious. “Thankfully she is unmatched in her beauty and wit. She is our pride, she is what no other Lannister has achieved. Therefore… Daughter, your place by Prince Aegon’s side is right.”

You take your father’s hands and kisses each in a sign of filial obedience.

“Thank you, my father. I shall not forsake my duties.”

“I know you will not.” And here he presses a kiss on your forehead. “Come now, you are awaited.”

***

Aegon watches in awe as you show up. Slowly he smiles when every eye turns at this beautiful woman who will soon ascend as Queen of Westeros, one of the few consorts who is not Targaryen by birth.

To this ceremony, all of Viserys family is reunited. His brother and lady Laena Velaryon with their offspring. Rhaenyra and Harwin Strong, with their children, who are closely linked to their “uncles”, though more looking like great friends.

The Queen, herself emotional with the occasion where she witnesses the growing of her eldest son, is close to Rhaenyra, by her side Helaena, recently married to Aemond.

Lord Tytus greets the king and then the queen before doing the same to Prince Aegon. There, he gives his daughter to him.

“You look beautiful”, he whispers in your ear.

You blush pleasantly under his gaze. You’ve missed his lustful gazes, but there must be patience until all of this ends and you are left to your privacy.

“Just like you are, my dear”, you whisper back.

Aegon smiles quietly, suddenly looking shy. Your hands interlock and this is the moment he feels brave. For letting his past self behind, for embracing a new future ahead with you by his side.

***

“You look so gorgeous in this gown”, Aegon sits at the edge of the bed, pulling you to him. His mouth is now on your chest, eagerly moving to your breasts as his hands unlace it impatiently. “So fucking perfect.”

“Does it make worth the waiting?”, you hum out, hands playing with his hair, watching as he parts of the embrace and tosses away his shirt. He stands, helping remove your gown before unlacing his pants.

You bite down your lips as he exposes his erect member, keeping in mind the day you take it to his mouth. The memory makes you rub your leg against the other, but Aegon, seductively, soon parts it and lifts your line gown, seeing you naked at last.

“Fuck”, he groans, sitting back again as he watches you in such a state. Without waiting further, his eager lips move to your right nipple as his other hand moves up your back.

You cry out, a little caught of surprise to his eagerness. It feels so good when his tongue twirls around your nipple, doing all that he promised to do.

“Egg! Egg!”, you cry out.

“Is it good?”, Aegon inquires, bringing you to bed with him.

You slide to his lap, enjoying to feel the tip of his erect cock rubbing against your entrance.

“Yes”, you scratch your nails on his skin, pulling his hair a little as you throw your head back. As you rub your womanhood against him, Aegon knows what you need.

He rolls you over and as he locks gaze with you, he says:

“I fucking love your breasts”, and smirking devilishly to you, he moves to your boob, there sucking your nipple until you get completely soaked inside you… which he feels when his fingers find way to play with your clit. “So wet for me! Hmmm. My wife, what have I done to you?”

It arouses him further when you surprise him by saying:

“Fuck me, husband. Fuck me like you promised! But I want you to do something first… as much as I love when you suck my nipples like that.”

He smirks, licking one last time your pink nipple, pleased to see you enjoying it as much as he does.

“Ask away, my queen.”

“Kiss me there.” You rub against his fingers as he had stopped doing so to pay attention at his request.

“Your command will be attended”, he smirks.

It’s better than you’d have imagined. A lot better than your wildest dreams. Aegon dives in between your legs, not wasting time in sucking your clit and there diving your tongue breathlessly so. Digging his hands in your bum, he struggles not to leave it to touch himself for when you ride his face, it’s more than he can take.

But it feels good, warming, welcoming. Your cries get louder, and he doesn’t stop until he drinks every juice that comes when you reach your climax.

“Fuck me”, you beg.

And you watch with burning fire in your eyes as Aegon crawls over your body and you watch as he slowly slide his large manhood within you, making you both gasp.

“I will fuck you”, he whispers, inches close to your lips, “every day and every night, until you ask me to stop.”

That night when he moves in you, and you with him, something has changed. You are no longer the innocent limb. Aegon has corrupted you, but he’s redeemed before you.

And he no longer looked for any other woman throughout his life….

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