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A brother's duty. // Husband!Aegon ii Targaryen x Wife!Reader x Aemond Targaryen

Summary: Aegon seemed to have noticed how much his younger brother, Aemond, fancies you, as a self proclaimed caring older brother, he decides to fulfill that role by giving Aemond what he wants, which is you.

WARNINGS: afab!fem!reader, dubious consent, threesome, m/m/f, dacryphilia, rough sex, manhandling, slight humiliation, degrading, double penetration, mentions of infidelity (aegon visiting brothels), slight misogyny, breeding kink, tiddy sucking, oral (f. receiving, m. receiving), pussy drunk aemond, lactation kink, cum eating, anal sex, lmk if I missed any! + not proofread.

WC: 4.7k

A/N: the anal sex in this isn't "realistic" aka no prior preparation so please don't come at me and go ''that isn't how anal sex works 😡😡😡 you have to do blah blah blah'' ik but this is just a work of fiction so pls just enjoy it // divider credits: @cafekitsune

“Aemond, do you perhaps fancy my wife?” Aegon tilts his head to the side, questioning his brother as they sit together in the library, quietly reading, of course, until the short pale haired man decided to break the silence.

“Brother, this is no place for such discussions.” Aemond tries dodging the question, but Aegon simply rolls his eyes grunting loudly in displeasure, “Just answer the question.” Aegon says annoyed and Aemond pursues his lip, lost deep in thought.

“What if I say ‘yes’?” Aemond asks, “Then I'd have your head for that.” Aegon smiles which makes Aemond shift uncomfortably in his seat, “Come on! I was kidding, do you really think I'd kill my own blood-related brother over a woman?” Aegon laughs loudly and Aemond sighs but he furrows his brows, “She is your wife.” Aemond states sternly, but Aegon shrugs, “And you are my brother.” He replies.

Aemond lets out another heavy sigh, hoping that he'd escape this situation he'd somehow gotten into, “So?” Aegon pushes further, poking at Aemond to answer the question and Aemond hums in irritance before being fed up and answering Aegon's question. “Yes, I do fancy your wife.” He admits, slightly ashamed.

Aemond was a man of the faith, believing in the faith of the seven, and according to the scripture, desiring a woman is a carnal sin, diabolical if she's a married woman, abysmal if she's your own brother's wife.

But Aemond couldn't help it, it's as if though the gods were testing him, not only were you pleasant on the eye but you were also very polite and had the same interests as him, and most probably the only woman — besides his sister — who was not disgusted after seeing his injury.

He knew he had to stop developing an interest towards you once he found out that you were being married to Aegon, but for some inexplicable reason; that only made him want you more, perhaps it was the label of you being ‘forbidden’ that enticed him further, making him yearn to get the taste of the forbidden fruit more than ever.

How he had wished that it was him instead, the one getting married to you, he wished it was he who fucked you, he wished it was him who got you pregnant, he wished it was his babe you waddled all around the red keep with, he wished it was his child that you had given birth to.

But those were nothing more than just wishes, wishes that would never come true, unless a miracle happens.

“That wasn't hard now was it?” Aegon's voice snaps Aemond out of his train of thoughts and Aemond simply hums, “Why did you ask such a question?” Aemond inquires curiously and Aegon smirks at him, “I may not be sober most of the time but the way you stare at her doesn't go unnoticed, your desire burns deep for her doesn't it? I've especially taken note of it when she was pregnant with my child, your eye never left her womb.” He answers and Aemond rolls his eye.

The atmosphere is filled with silence once again as Aemond continues to silently read his book.

“I would've let you fuck her if you had asked me to.” that statement which left Aegon's mouth made Aemond choke on his spit as he stared at him wide eyed, shocked at what he had just said, “Pardon?” Aemond gazes at Aegon confusedly, and Aegon gets a thrill out of this, watching his brother be flustered.

“I said what I said, you could've just told me so, you're my brother Aemond, how do you think I will ever turn any of your requests down?” Aegon says it so casually, as if he was giving an item that belonged to him which Aemond had always wanted so badly, except you weren't an item or an object.

Aemond remains silent, unable to talk because of how baffled he was, but Aegon pressed on, “Don't you wanna feel her cunt around your cock?” This makes Aemond slam his book down and get up, and Aegon raises his hands in surrender, “It was merely an offer, I wouldn't mind sharing her with you, we've shared whores before.” Aegon tries justifying his reasoning and Aemond scoffs, “But she is no whore, she is your wife, you should treat her with respect.” he replies agitated.

“Enough with the sterness, reply plainly, do you want to fuck her or no? I won't ever bring it up ever again if you say no, we'll pretend we never had this conversation.” Aegon sighs before raising his eyebrow.

Aemond swallows thickly, should he take this chance? He always yearned for you so badly, it's like the opportunity presented itself; he could seize it, but he was in a dilemma, not wanting you to face such disrespect, your self respect will be obliterated to pieces, you'd be drowning in self shame.

You were a very dignified lady, a woman who carried herself confidently no matter what, this is why you weren't even affected when Aegon still visited the brothels. As long as the word didn't get out, you were fine with it. You simply did your duty as a wife and a mother. He couldn't imagine you allowing him to fuck you and ruin your honour.

“Decide fast brother, I have to leave soon, it's been a while since I laid with my wife, the maesters had told me to give her a break for a minimum of six weeks, yet eight weeks have passed, my cock craves her cunt so desperately.” Aegon speaks explicitly, and Aemond's breath hitches in his throat, imagining what your cunt would be like. “Then why do you visit the brothels if you seem to like her so much?” He questions, trying to change topics, “That's cause she can't satiate my depravities, otherwise I wouldn't even be visiting those wenches anymore.” Aegon talks as though it was a minor inconvenience.

“Either way, decide quickly.” Aegon urges and Aemond swallows.

He opens his mouths to reject it, but for some odd reasons his mind forms a explicit thought of burying his cock inside your cunt which causes his cock to stir slightly, the blood flowing to it at the mere thought of fucking you.

‘No Aemond, she is your sister in law, your brother's wife, you cannot let this desire succumb you.’

‘But didn't you want this for a long time? Imagine how her cunt would weep when you'd shove your cock into it hm? Her breasts bouncing up and down while you thrust into her.’

He swallows thickly, those internal arguments happening in the span of seconds before he has had enough and made up his mind.

“Yes, I want to fuck her.”

The babe in your arms cooed as you rocked him gently — caressing his chubby cheeks with your thumb as he slowly fell asleep due to your movements, “He's cute isn't he?” You ask the servant that was in charge of him and she nodded, smiling at you.

“Yes princess, the more he grows, the more he resembles his father, Prince Aegon.” She gives her commentary and you give her a small smile and slightly nod your head. The babe finally closes its eyes, going into slumber and you chuckle at his cuteness, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead, just then, the door the nursery opens which reveals ser criston cole.

You were confused as to why the kingsguard was here himself, “Prince Aegon has sent me in search for you, he is calling you to his chambers.” Those words were enough to clarify the situation. He wanted to lay with you, “I'll be there in a minute.” you reply and he nods, you give the babe to the servant before smoothening your dress, and leaving the nursery.

You reach your martial chambers quickly, you turn around to thank Cole and dismiss him, you then open the door to the chambers and shut them just as quickly, taking a deep breath before turning around and venturing deeper into the room.

You spot Aegon sitting in his chair, but what was odd was that he was accompanied by Aemond, who you've meet occasionally and had nothing but a positive opinion on about, you were confused on what he was doing here.

Maybe Aegon did not want to lay with you? Maybe Aegon was trying to get closer to his brother for having a bond of a family? You knew how strongly bonded these brothers are, especially since after whatever happened at driftmark, so it wouldn't be weird to assume that Aegon is trying to get you and Aemond to become good friends.

“Ah, wife.” Aegon gets up from his chair, coming over to hug you, and you return it awkwardly, knowing that Aemond is in the same room, Aegon chuckles at your awkwardness. He quickly gets behind you, pushing you forward until you're right in front of Aemond who stares at you from below, all the while Aegon nuzzles his face into your neck.

You're confused not knowing what's happening, “Brother, undo her front laces.” Aegon commands and you furrow your brows immediately, baffled at how Aegon was behaving, perhaps he had drunk too much? You felt bad for Aemond, probably stuck in this unwanted situation, you try to give him an escape route but you are surprised when his warm knuckles graze against your collarbones as his fingers hook underneath your laces, beginning to pull them apart.

You were perplexed by his actions, not knowing what to do, you grip his arm from further undoing the laces but Aegon forcefully pulls your hands back, holding both of them behind you as Aemond pulls off the corset.

You were wearing a dress with no sleeves, but that did not mean you went completely shoulderless, your shift and chemise beneath you acted as the sleeve’s replacement, so when Aemond undoes the laces that were holding your long gown up, it immediately plummets to the floor, leaving you in your chemise.

Aegon nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck from behind, taking in your scent while placing small kisses on your shoulder, still not letting go of your hands, “Darling, I hope you don't mind Aemond joining us today, he had admitted to me that he fancies you, and as his older brother, it is in my responsibility that i take care of my brothers needs.” Aegon coos into your ear and you bite your lip, you are about to respond but you are interrupted by your own gasp when you feel Aemond caress your breasts, squeezing the flesh and playing with them.

“I'm afraid— I don't understand?.” You reply confusedly, staring at Aemond play with the mounds of your breasts, and Aegon chuckles into your ear pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear, “I'm simply allowing him to wet his dick inside your cunt.” Aegon puts it plainly, making you bite your lip in shame; all the while Aemond's hand slowly travels up your thigh, underneath your chemise, before it disappears inside; reaching your core.

You squeal when you feel him pinch your clit before he stroked small circles onto it.

“W-why?” You question, trying to free your hands from Aegon's grip but he doesn't budge, but instead watches with amusement as his brother's hand brings out such reactions from you, you whimper as Aemond's finger travels down your slit and to your opening.

“It's my duty as his older brother.” Aegon replies nonchalantly, Aegon loosens his grip momentarily, changing his grip so he can hold both of your hands in one of his. His free hand lifts your chemise up, as he peeks from over your shoulder to see what his brother's hand was doing to your cunt, he chuckles mockingly when he sees your juices dripping from in between your legs.

“Look at her leaking yeah? Her cunt is literally weeping.” Aegon comments and you clench your eyes shut because of the humiliation you are feeling, your husband is parading you out like a whore for his younger brother, and Aemond— whom you've thought of so highly— is letting this happen while participating in the act.

You gasp when you feel one of Aemond's finger enter you, your walls tightly clamping around his finger which makes him grunt, “Fuck you're squeezing my fingers.” He breathlessly says. Aemond suckles on your neck, biting your sensitive spot which makes you whimper. Aegon finally lets go of your hands and then holds you by your waist before rubbing his cock against your ass.

Aemond's finger trail over the spongy spot inside of you, that makes you let out a moan and he takes note of this and presses against that area that causes you to tremble in pleasure, your hands fly up to his shoulders to balance yourself, though you knew you wouldn't fall, Aegon was holding from behind after all.

You were trapped between these two men, both of them peppering kisses on the opposite sides of your neck making you feel dizzy so you rest your head on Aegon’s shoulder, revealing more of your neck for the men to claim.

Aemond adds another finger inside you, stretching you out whilst providing you pleasure, his fingers skillfully grazing your spongy spot, constantly hitting it with precision.

You didn't even feel your peak approaching; it was ripped out of you so suddenly, you let out a loud moan of Aemond's name, clenching onto his shoulders extremely tightly, tears streaming down your cheeks at the intensity of your peak. Aegon's warm tongue glides over your face, collecting your tears on his tongue and licking at them.

You feel Aemond pull his fingers out of you, and you watch with hooded eyes as he puts them in his mouth, licking your essence up before he hums in delight, before pressing a kiss to your lips, making you taste yourself.

You are surprised when you are pulled away from him by Aegon, he lifts you up hurriedly and carries you over to the bed before harshly throwing you on it, he is quick to undress, taking off his breeches and undergarments, getting completely naked and harshly grabs your ankle, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

His hands rip apart your chemise in a hurry, before he forcefully spreads apart your legs and positions himself in between, he gives you no warning before roughly shoving himself inside you, that make you slightly shriek in pain but eventually the pain fades, he moves in and out of you fast paced, ramming into your hole with such an intensity that it has you seeing stars.

“Are you jealous?” Aemond taunts Aegon and Aegon rolls his eyes, “No, I just couldn't hold back anymore, I've missed her cunt so much.” He replies to the taunt and Aemond chuckles, undoing his own breeches, freeing his cock from its confines. “Can I use her mouth?” He asks Aegon and Aegon grunts, “Do whatever the fuck you want with her.” he thrusts brutally into you.

You feel the space next to your head sink and you look over slightly only to be face to face with Aemond's cock, it forms a shadow over your face under the candle lights, you gasp when you see it physically throb. You've never seen that before.

He uses that slight opening as a chance, hooking his thumb in your mouth and spreading your mouth open before pushing his cock inside your mouth, you are taken aback by this and try to pull away but Aemond holds your head in place before shoving himself inside your mouth further, his tip caresses the back of your throat, which makes you gag on his cock, but that only further provides additional pleasure as he groans.

“Seven hells—” Aemond grumbles, his hand hold your hand as he thrusts into your mouth, thumb caressing the outline of his cock that forms in your throat when he pushes as the way, your eyes well up with tears and soon you're panting for air that makes you involuntarily suck on his cock, Aegon's thrusts from downwards make your body jolt upwards, taking more of Aemond's cock.

Aemond suddenly pulls out which makes you suck a sharp breath automatically, “Easy there sweetheart.” Aemond coos and you pant heavily staring at him with doe eyes, “I'll shove it once again alright? Breathe— through your nose— fuckkk.” Aemond instructs as he shoves his dick inside your mouth again, but this time you're prepared so you follow his instructions.

You hollow your cheeks which makes him grunt in satisfaction, “Good girl.” Aemond compliments you, which causes your cunt to clench around Aegon's cock, to which he responds by a chuckle, “Guess she liked that brother, she's squeezing the fuck out of me.” Aegon talks to his brother and Aemond hums in response, Aegon's thrusts speed up, that constantly hit your sweet spot, he bends forwards and takes one of your breast in your mouth, suckling on the nipple and soon– beads of white droplets begin to come out, directly into his mouth that makes him suck more harshly, enjoying the taste of your sweet milk.

“She's lactating? Fuck I wanna have a taste.” Aemond moans, noticing how the milk started to drip from the sides of Aegon's mouth.

Aegon's tip constantly caresses your spongy part, which causes something to tighten in your stomach before it eventually snaps, causing you to cry out in ecstasy and choke on Aemond's dick.

The sensation of your throat tightening around his cock makes Aemond finish as well, he shoots his load down your throat which you have no option but to swallow, and soon— Aegon is finishing inside, painting your inner walls white.

He pulls out immediately after, falling forward onto you and positioning you in such a way that he is able to suckle more, Aemond joins him soon after; shuffling and turning down to take your free breast into his mouth.

You couldn't help but whine as the two brothers suckled on each of your breasts, your recent high made you even more susceptible to sensitivity, yet you couldn't help but caress their heads gently, Aemond clamped his teeth down on to your nipple hardly which made you wince; but he later soothed the area with the wetness of his tongue. Aegon on the other hand was more careful to not graze his teeth against your sensitive buds, only using his tongue and swirling it around your swollen bud.

Aemond let's go with a wet pop, cleaning up the milk and sat up straight before tugging you, this displeased Aegon who wasn't done yet, but he had to let go, Aegon watches as Aemond settles in between your legs before he crawls down, by then Aegon had already caught on to what he was doing, and assisted him by holding you against his chest, your back pressed against him tightly, meanwhile you on the other hand; had no idea what Aemond was about to do.

“Aemond what are you— huh? Ahhh!—” You ended up squealing in surprise when you felt him place his wet tongue on your clit— you tried to shut your legs from the embarrassment but Aegon held them open— so you could only watch helplessly as Aemond gave kitten licks to your clit, which undoubtedly made you feel pleasure.

He licked a long stripe from your hole to your clit before fully engulfing it in his mouth, sucking on the flesh as if he's starving, Aegon's cock is already beginning to harden again as he witnessed such a depraved act.

Aemond groaned when he felt Aegon's seed in his mouth — which he sucked out of you — but he didn't let it stop from devouring you, his tongue licked through your folds before he sucked on your clit and let go of it with a pop before repeating the motion all over again, you unknowingly pushed his face further into your cunt, which made him moan knowing how desperate you were for him, the moan caused additional vibrations which sent pleasure through your body in waves.

You rested your head on Aegon's shoulder as you watched Aemond continue his ministrations, Aegon turned your head slightly before he connected his lips with yours and you moaned into the kiss.

The familiar feeling of the tightness began to form in your stomach again and you break the kiss with Aegon and start to hump Aemond's face involuntarily; trying to just desperately reach your high.

“You're such a fucking whore do you know that? You look so desperate humping your face against his face.” Aegon coos meanly into your ear and you whine, staring at him with teary eyes and he smirks meanly, pulling your hair harshly, “Whore.” He degrades you and your bottom lips tremble as you are about to start crying, but you aren't able to when your peak hits you at the same moment, making you moan in pleasure instead.

Aegon mockingly smiles at you, “Here I thought that you were a prim and proper lady, hell— you don't even let me do these things to you, but maybe my judgement was wrong, maybe you're a whore from the silk street disguised as a lady.” He accuses you meanly, you shake your head no at his accusation while trying to calm down from your high.

Aemond doesn't say anything to that, but simply sits up, and shifts positions once again, pulling you off Aegon and onto his lap instead, you cry onto his shoulders and he simply coos at you, he caresses your hair to calm you down, “Goodness brother, you've made her cry.” Aemond sneers at Aegon who just shrugs his shoulders. “I've only stated what I've observed.” He replies and you whimper.

“All of that aside— do you think she can take us both? In one hole.” Aegon speaks before Aemond could come up with a response and you furrow your brows, and Aemond is lost deep in thought, “We'll have to test it out.” Aemond responds and you push back, immediately staring at him wide eyes but Aemond just pecks your lips.

He lays down, taking you along with him, one hand holding you against him while the other is grabbing your hips and sinking you down on his boner, you bite your lip at the delicious stretch, you're in a position where Aegon can clearly see your pussy stretching around Aemond's cock. Aegon straddles Aemond's knees and lines his cock against your entrance and you turn your head back to see what he was doing, his cock bumped with Aemond's before he found a slight opening to shove his cock into the same hole. “Ah—!” You let out a squeal from pain as you feel his tip intruding and stretching you far than you're capable of taking.

Aegon grows frustrated, not being able to enter his cock fully inside you as your walls clamp down, resisting furthermore intrudence, however that only makes Aemond's pleasure elevate as your walls squeeze him tightly.

“Fuck this, I'm taking her from the rear.” Aegon gives up pushing his cock inside you, you gasp when you feel his thumb poking and pushing inside your puckered hole on your behind. You cover your face with your hands ashamed but Aemond pulls them away before crunching upwards to kiss you on the lips.

Aegon collects your wetness that's dripping from your cunt and smears it on your slightly stretched out hole before doing the same with his cock and lining the tip with the entrance and slowly pushing it inside.

“Ahh— Aegon— wait– I don't think— hgh!” You squeal once his fully settles inside you, and you couldn't help but tremble from the burn of the stretch as he slowly started to move, tears streamed down your face when you felt Aemond move too.

You were feeling highly humiliated, how your dignity has now been sullied, though this encounter wouldn't get out; you knew you wouldn't be able to see Aemond in the same light again, you'd always think about this day whenever you'd encounter him, a dirty little secret you'll have to keep hidden from the realm.

You are pulled from your thoughts with a sharp thrust from both of them penetrating you, you couldn't stop it but moans slipped from your mouth like prayers, you gasped and choked while calling out their names, the position; the act; the pleasure and humiliation you were feeling all combined made you feel hot, and to your horror, the pain began to subside leading you to enjoy this act.

You clinged onto Aemond as the brothers both rammed into you at such a fast pace that made you see stars, you clenched your eyes shut at the new sensations they were making you feel, and soon you're moving in rhythm along with them.

“Fuck fuck fuck I'm gonna cum.” Aegon grunts, his thrusts eventually becoming sloppy, “Me too.” You tell him and Aemond takes that as a cue to thrust faster into you, his hips ramming against you, the sound of flesh slapping rapidly fills the room.

Once again, you're blinded by the pleasure that was ripped from you, you came with a loud moan just as simultaneously as Aegon did, he pulled out and came on your back, he couldn't help but watch in awe as his seed dripped down onto your ass cheeks.

Aemond's pace became slow and messy, indicating that he was near too, “I'm gonna cum inside you, get you pregnant alright? This time you'll carry my child, not Aegon's. I'll make sure of it.” He grunts out mindlessly, pressing you down tightly to his chest, and Aegon just snickers. “Only time will tell, Brother.” Aegon replies snarky.

And with that, Aemond finishes inside you, shooting his seed far up into your walls, and you just nod silently, processing his words, his grip loosens after he finishes you fall off him and onto the bed, and soon Aegon collapses tiredly as well.

You hoped silently, that this would be the last of it, and that you'll not have to do this again, though it was enjoyable— it was humiliating, you were not that kind of lady that indulges in such depravity, maybe you'll be able to forget this and move on as if it never happened.

You prayed to the gods desperately.

But the gods are cruel.

Such encounters became frequent, Aegon and Aemond were enjoying it too much to stop, and soon you eventually got used to the routine, yet you couldn't help but feel guilty when you'd go to the sept with Alicent, when she prays that Aemond can find a good match, when she talks about the proposals that came for Aemond to you, unbeknownst to the fact that her son was constantly fucking you and was way too obsessed with you to let go of you and marry another woman.

He'd began fuck you without Aegon being involved and when you told Aegon about it, he simply shrugged furthermore simply allowing him to do so, telling you that it was his duty as a brother to let Aemond have the things he wants, the very same excuse he used during the first time.

“So, what do you think about Floris Baratheon? Do you think she's a good match for you?” Alicents voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you stare at her, who is addressing Aemond, who seemed to be as disinterested as ever.

“She's decent.” He replies shortly before he turns his gaze to you, and you immediately avoid it, staring at Alicent instead who sighs in annoyance, soon; the feeling of stickiness between your legs—which you've tried to ignore— becomes more imminent the longer he stares at you.

And guilt overwhelms you, you didn't know why you were even joining this meeting with Alicent, you –infact– hated it, knowing that moments prior to this, you were fucking Aemond in the secret hallways of the keep.

And that his seed was currently dripping out of you.

— ! ݈݇- thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed it <3 comments and reblogs are appreciated greatly ♡

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nightskyslayer2 · 1 year

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Aegon being extremely jealous because of Jaces obvious crush on his wife, showing her and their nephew she is his and his only.

Aegon x sister!wife!reader x Jacaerys SMUT

Part I (Part II)

It was a beautiful spring morning in kingslanding. A warm breeze flowing in the shared chambers of y/n and Aegon through the open windows. The princesses white hair gently flew in the wind as she sat at the table, quietly reading a book in peace as she had a few more minutes before breakfast would be served.

Y/n turned to the next page of her novel when suddenly the doors of the chamber opened with a loud noise. The poor girl jumped in her seat and got so scared, she almost fell off her chair. She cussed under her breath but relaxed as soon as she saw her dear brother and husband in front of her. “Gods, Aegon!”

Aegon chuckled, clearly amused by y/ns silly and anxious behaviour. “What?” he laughed warmly “am I not allowed to enter my own chambers anymore?” His cocky smile made y/n roll her eyes but she couldn’t help but laugh too. “You stomped in here as if I was in danger” she giggled and closed her book, standing up to greet her husband properly. Her brother still had this stupid grin on his face but it turned into a loving smile as soon as the princess reached up to kiss his cheek. His hands slung around her waist as he kissed her cheek - or rather the corner of her mouth - too. Y/n giggled in his arms, her head now resting against his chest, enjoying the tight embrace of his and breathing in his comforting scent. Aegon smiled down at his dear wife with loving eyes but it didn’t take long for the prince to find something to disturb this peaceful moment.

His gaze caught the eye of the big orange bouquet of flowers sitting on the table. Usually Aegon didn’t pay much attention to the decorations in their room, he couldn’t care less, but a bouquet as bright and as big as this one he surely would had taken notice of. It hadn’t been there yesterday.

His eyebrows furrowed in concern and he gently pushed his wife away from his chest. “Who gifted you these flowers y/n?” Aegon said while walking up to the colourful bouquet on the table. “There’s someone in the castle sending my wife flowers?- and you tolerate it?” He said as he took them out of the vase already devoted and ready to throw them out the open window. “No!” y/n stopped her brother by grabbing his underarm. “They are from Jacaerys.” She confessed but instantly regretted her honesty. “Jacaerys?!” He said out loud. “Jacaerys is sending you flowers??!” His tone was getting louder and more offending. “what on earth does this little bastard think he’s doing?” Aegon forcefully threw the bouquet onto the table and turned his body in rush, ready to stomp off in anger.

“Aegon please… Jacaerys was just being nice.” Y/n pleaded him to stay calm. “Being nice.” He scoffed. “Being nice to a wedded woman. My woman... He lost his mind” Aegon was in rage but y/n on the other hand had learned to stay calm and gently cupped his heated face.

“No, you’re about to loose your mind dear husband. Our nephew is no threat to us. He’ll never be. Don’t you worry” Her words and eyes full of love made him actually calm down a bit. “It’s not you I’m worried about in the first place” he said with some sadness and annoyance in his tone “he wants you y/n… you know he does. He always did… since we were children.”

Aegon was so protective over her. This man was constantly worried and scared she’ll leave him just like everybody else. Always anxious someone better than him will steal her away. He knew he had some complications and a concerning past but y/n change him. He was trying so hard to be better for her because in his opinion his sister only deserved the best. He still oh so often struggled with his feelings and the pressure he felt by others but y/n loved every fibre of his being.

“So? Jacaerys doesn’t matter. Who’s hand am I holding under the tables? Who’s arms am I sleeping in every night?” the young princess started to caress his cheek, showing him that there’s no other man she’ll ever be interested in and that there’s no reason to be worried about her or their nephew. “And whom did I swear loyalty to in front of the seven?” she paused, looking up at his softening lilac eyes. “Who’s child am I with?”

Aegon smiled at her last comment, never had he doubted at any chance given that y/n had laid with any other man than him. He gently placed his hand onto her stomach, the news she had told him a few moons ago were the best he had ever received. His heart ached with love at the thought of a little heir growing inside his beautiful y/n. His sister then slowly put her own hand over his, grinning up at him in true devotion and excitement.

But Aegons smile didn’t stay long on his lips. It dropped as soon as he had glanced over at the flowers again. He was staring at them for a few seconds, then returned to look into y/ns confused big eyes. “I still don’t like them.” he said dryly and the princess laughed at her silly husband. She kissed Aegons cheek sweetly before she hugged him yet again. “Orange? Awful choice he made.”

Shortly after, a maid had knocked and informed the couple that the family will be having breakfast in the gardens for the sake of their old king and father and the warm spring breeze this morning. To y/ns surprise Aegon contained himself very well, as it was now the first time he had seen Jacaerys again after the whole flower debate going on. He maybe was glaring at him every now and then but that was it. Aegon was trying really hard to focus on y/ns words she had told him earlier and just ignore him for the better.

Y/n was talking and laughing with her sister Helaena, sitting opposite of her, when Aegon noticed that their oldest nephew had been blushing and looking over at his wife for longer than his liking would allow him to. Aegon couldn’t help himself but scoff out loud in annoyance. Y/ns hair was gently laying on her back and over her shoulders, giving Jacaerys full view of her neck and cleavage. The princess could sense Jaces’ staring too but decided to send the brown haired boy a smile for appreciation before turning to her sister again.

That’s when Aegon couldn’t stand his nephews thirsting anymore. He abruptly stood up with plates and cups slightly shaking and held out his hand for y/n to take it. “Care to take a walk with me through the botanic gardens dear wife?” He stretched out the word ‘wife’ so hard it made their brother Aemond chuckle in his seat in amusement. Of course not only y/n and Aegon knew of Jacaerys crush on her. The poor boy was quite obvious to say the least and almost the whole red keep could connect the little puzzle pieces flying around.

Aegon linked his arm with his sisters and y/n and him disappeared around the corner. As soon as they were out of sight Aegon pushed her against a tree. Not too forcefully, as he knew there’d be a great possibility of y/n being with child, but also not quite gentle.

Y/n looked back at her husband in shock. Has he lost his mind now? But before she could say anything her brother pressed himself against her, trapping her between his body and the tree, slowly leaning in to whisper in her ear. “You’re mine.” He claimed. “You said it yourself but then you innocently smile at him…” her brothers fingers closed tightly on her hair and he warningly yanked her head back. “… as if you didn’t know about our nephews intentions to fuck you”. Y/n accidentally moaned at his action which drew a big sly smirk on Aegons lips. He hummed in her neck as he now hectically fumbled around with her dress in a hurry. He’d never admit it but he loved that stupidly innocent face expression of hers. It made him want to fuck any last sense out of her. His hungry eyes were looking down at y/ns pleading face. Little did he know how much she loved her brothers roughness whenever he got all angry and jealous.

But of course, Y/n knew better than to provoke him. When they were younger she often intended to and teased him on purpose but it didn’t quite end well. Not for the involved men and not for her nor Aegons own health. He had fucked his sister stupid for days, y/n secretly enjoying it but him on the other hand secretly suffering because the kind of neglect he experienced through it was all too familiar with him. He needed insurance and safety and it broke him to see his sister doing things like that just for fun. Luckily y/n had realised this as they grew older but to be fair, this time she truly just had smiled at Jace in matter of being nice and to end his staring. But apparently Aegons boiling blood because of their nephews behaviour had happened to spill over today.

it completely spilled

He had enough. Y/n was his. And he wanted to take her. No, he was going to take her. He was going to show her what smiling at other men would do. And especially he wanted to make himself feel better and more powerful and previlaged as their pathetic nephew Jacaerys, because he and only he could fuck his dear wife at anytime he wanted.

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Masterlist 2.0

Requests open

Wednesday masterlist

smut: 🥵

Aemond Targaryen

Series

All mine: Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen reader

Completed

Sunshine Aemond Targaryen x Twin! Reader

Completed

One Shots

Imagine 🥵

Imagine 🥵 Sub!Aemond

Imagine

Jealous Imagine 🥵

Aegon x Reader x Aemond 🥵

Aegon x Reader x Aemond Jealous 🥵

Aegon Targaryen

Monster: Aegon Targaryen x Reader

Completed

Obsessed: Aegon Targaryen x Sister! Reader

Ongoing

One shots:

Imagine

Imagine 🥵 Sub!Aegon

Imagine (Not romantic)

Imagine

Imagine Part 2 🥵

Imagine 🥵

Imagine 🥵 Innocent! Reader

Jealous Imagine 🥵 (implied)

Aegon x Reader x Aemond 🥵

Aegon x Reader x Aemond Jealous 🥵

Aegon x Reader x Rhaenyra

Daemon Targaryen

Series

True wife: Daemon Targaryen x Niece! Reader

Ongoing

One shots

Possessive Daemon 🥵 thoughts

Rhaenyra x Reader x Daemon 🥵

Rhaenyra Targaryen

One shots

Aegon x Reader x Rhaenyra

Rhaenyra x Reader x Daemon 🥵

Viserys Targaryen

One shots

Imagine

Jacaerys Targaryen

One shots

Imagine

Imagine 🥵

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Sweet Girl

pronouns: she/her (afab) warnings: smut (piv, oral (male & female receiving), soft, rough), hickeys, possessiveness, incest kinks: light degradation, spit, praise, corruption, overstimulation summary: Aegon and Aemond are less than impressed when they hear that their sweet girl has been betrothed to a man of House Blackwood. They decide she must be claimed in every way a dragon can be claimed and perhaps they may discover even more. pairing/s: Aemond x reader x Aegon dividers by: firefly-graphics wordcount: 4,221

His heart hammers at the sight. His nose twists at the display. His hand clasps a cup to raise. “Final tribute!” Aemond announces, a sly grin twisting his lips but all can see the disgust within it. “To the health of my nephews; Jace, Luke and Joffrey.” He can sense her attention returned to him in mere moments. “Each of them, handsome, wise…Strong.” The implication is clear before Jace even entirely turns his body toward him. “Aemond,” His mother hisses but it means nothing when your eyes are on him. Aemond merely smirks as Luke’s hand drops from his sister’s waist. “Come let us drain our cup to these three…Strong boys,” He pretends to have recalled something. “Ah and my beloved niece’s engagement, I am sure Lord Blackwood will satisfy you plenty. After all, it does not take much to please you.” “I dare you to say that again.” Jacaerys warns, eyes consuming most of his anger while he tries to stay composed. “Why?” He quirks a brow and turns to him. “‘Twas only a compliment. Do you not think yourself Strong?” The closer they step to one another, the higher the tension rises. In a swift movement you push your younger brother behind you. “Do you not want your sister well satiated?” “Aemond.” It’s your voice that snaps at him this time, Targaryen rage shooting through your voice. Your eyes are narrowed on him but the attention is welcome. He merely smirks at you and that is enough to set Jacaerys on him again, shoulders squared and hunched. "Perhaps only by yourself," The older prince continues to taunt. Jacaerys is quick to fist his hand and hurl it at his uncle but it barely breaks impact. You go to move, yelling at them to stop for once but Aegon grasps your wrists tightly and tugs you flat against his chest. He swallows and blinks rapidly to forget the warm wall of your body against him, oh for the love of seven hells– Jacaerys is shoved to the floor in mere seconds while you scramble futilely to rush to one of the princes. To whom, Aegon is not sure but it makes him smirk all the same. “That is enough.” Alicent chastises as she stands firmly. Aegon attempts to hold back a snicker. Idiot, he thinks to himself.

Before Aegon can comment, Rhaenyra has snatched you into her arms. He tries for maybe a moment to scrounge you back but Daemon glares and the point is made clear. “Why would you say such a thing before these people?” Alicent asks, grappling Aemond by both forearms and the mixture of desperation and frustration evident across her crinkled brow. “I was merely expressing how proud I am of my family, Mother.” Aemond snides, attempting to keep his voice soft before calling out louder, “Mm, though it seems my nephews aren’t quite as proud of theirs.” Jacaerys struggles in a guard's grip but when he breaks free, Daemon stands before him and halts the boy. The rest is a blur and quite frankly you don’t care, you’re too busy trying to drown out the hurt circling your mind. When Daemon commands you to go to your chambers and your mother finally releases you, you make a point of shoving past him. Aegon bites back a snicker while his brother scowls. They both share a smirk, lips twitching upward in tandem. Everything is going perfectly to plan.

The first mistake you should have gathered was that it was Ser Criston Cole who had decidedly stepped up to escort you and your brothers to your guest chambers. You were the final stop and no matter your attempts to engage in conversation, he stayed stiff and silent albeit with eyes glances over you every few seconds before hurriedly returning to in front. Worry cinches your brows and anxiety smothers your body but it needn’t matter once he stands guard at your bed chamber door. That should have been the second mistake. You should have noticed as he dismissed the guard that usually stood before your door and commented on needs elsewhere. You should have noticed as he slammed the door firmly shut. But not all mistakes are unwanted…

You slip into your bed chamber, your sparkling eyes alight with wet unshed tears as you recall the night. You sniffle, not even noticing as a short pattering presses through your walls. A low chuckle wraps around Aegon’s throat before the noise is stifled by his brother’s hand. Aemond’s steps are slower, more careful. Deliberate. A grin as sly as a sneer graces his lips as he peers past the tapestry covering them. Wait…He just needs to wait. And he has proved over the past six years, he is fully capable of this, it is just that his brother is wetting his own lips and jogging his leg in impatience. You call in your ladies maids who gossip and giggle in your ear as they unlace your coal dress, the ruby detailing crumpling in a pattern within it. The laces slide through but their hands are rough and hurried. Aemond almost growls, they have no idea what they’re doing, no idea just who they have the permission to undress. To savour. Aemond would savour you. No, he will savour you. Your fingers are so delicate as they unlock the pattern of your braids, of the thick ropes of silver that falls past your shoulders. Aegon feels a rumbling in his throat again as his groin grows at the sight of hands peeling back your head to gather your hair up and expose your neck. Oh what he wants to do to your neck. Hands finger at your necklace, one that is high and steel and he’s sure must be warm from the heat of your body by now. Aegon sinks his teeth into his lip, letting delusion consume him as he imagines his thick fingers twining it higher on your sweet flesh and yanking at it, kissing at the tears that would slip from your eyes.

Aegon’s disappointment is obvious as he watches your lady remove the necklace and every trace of jewellery. Aemond snickers under his breath, now comfortable for hearing the louder barking of your ladies. “There will be other nights, brother.” He gleams. “Not like tonight.” Aegon huffs. “Not while she is pure.” Aemond rolls his eyes. “You fuck every common whore on the street.” “Fuck-ed.” He corrects with a smirk. “I’ll have a dragon warming my bed from now on. Aemond narrows his eyes. “And what makes you think that?” “My tongue.” Aemond is half an inch close from grasping his hair and tossing his nose into the stone wall. “An unreliable source then.” Aemond comments smooth as a snake. Aegon winces in wound but there’s a playfulness in his eyes. “You wound me.” He snickers but Aemond quickly hushes him at the sight of your figure embracing the girls before they leave. Breath stutters in his throat at the sight of your chemise, baring your long arms to him. He wants to twist them behind you like when you were younger except this time he wouldn’t be so merciful. A groan rolls around his mouth. Your fingers peel at the material and for a moment he wonders if you will remove it but you hesitate and glance around. You must have heard him, Aemond clenches his jaw and Aegon holds his breath. “Ser Cole?” You call out and now he knows you heard him as your feet pad toward your bed chamber door and rapp against it. “Ser Cole?” It is time.

Aegon moves quicker than Aemond does but he’s not any less careful as he glides one arm around your waist and one spread hand along your succulent lips. He wants to taste them but he refrains, letting his wine stained breath coax in your ears. “Hello, sweet girl.” He murmurs and your short struggling ends, wet eyes blinking up at his own as you recognise him. You whimper but soften. You’re not afraid and that is all it takes to harden him again. Aemond chuckles from behind him and Aegon feels you gasp. He moves his hand away from your lips to squish your cheeks. His other paws at your silk fabric. “Oh sweet girl,” Aegon chuckles again. “Don’t let big bad Aemond worry you, he’s promised to be gentle…for now.” Aemond upturns his lip and lets the knuckle of a curious finger roll over your tender skin. “For now,” He repeats slowly. His eyes roam you as sharp and penetrating as an eagle. He wants to play with you first. His cold fingers wind into your hair and tug. Your lashes flutter, your eyes closed and hiding the newfound feelings beneath them. “Are you untouched?” He whispers in your ear and you hesitate. He chuckles. “Bad girl…And here Aegon was so hopeful that you would stay his sweet girl.” The other prince rolls his eyes and glides a hand up your thigh. Your lips part to release a high pitch mewl, your brows knitting and breath hitching. “She does not need to be a maiden to be pure.” Aegon purrs. “Please,” You whisper, pressing your thighs tight. “Who was it?” Aegon hisses and squeezes pries them apart by sliding one hand between them, the one formerly around your waist. You gasp at the contact and his voice.

He’s only ever been gentle with you before. His nose presses against your hair, his eyes pressing shut. “So sweet,” He whispers into it, breathing it in. He groans like a sinner. “Just tell us and you can be our sweet girl again, just tell us,” He coos, suddenly soft again. It might have been the threat of his hand drifting over your throat or the excitement that throbbed at your bud that let the forbidden whisper pass your delectable mouth. “A stable boy.” Aegon’s hands both tighten at the utterance and Aemond chuckles. “Would you really rather seek the affections of a low-born than that of a dragon who would worship your every step?” Aegon sneers at the mere idea. Wet kisses plant like the juice of fruits along your neck, his breath heavy. “I think we can do better than that ingrate, darling. Let us show you.” Aemond moves to roam his up and down your waist, almost comforting before his left lowers to slap your rear and deliver a resounding noise. You steal an inhale quickly. Aegon snickers and leans to throw his head back. “Ohhh,” He drawls lowly before kissing up your neck again, tracing it with his tongue. “We are going to have so much fun with you.” He speaks in deliberate muffled murmurs.

Aegon’s hand draws up your chemise, the fabric rising like rippled water as it flows up your skin. He groans, peeking over at the exposure. A shudder runs over your veins, the pressure of it riding you back into his embrace. Your neck rolls back as a gasp slides between your teeth. Your brows crinkle when Aemond’s slender hand cups your breast, squeezing it gently between his fingertips. He wishes he could watch as the flesh spills over but you are still horrendously covered in the cruel white fabric. Aemond is slick when he rolls the chemise over your head and chuckles at the bare skin beneath. “Bad indeed,” He comments. “It is as though you were waiting for us, princess.” Aegon’s grip tightens. “Our sweet,” He cups your cheek and squeezes it before diving forth and finally tasting your lips, pressing lips warm with dragons blood to one another and expressing the lewdness of one’s tongue. His muscle slips between the seam and runs along your mouth. He groans at the feeling while Aegon moans at the debauchery. The elder prince dips his hand between your thighs and admires the plump flesh, rolling it between his fingers before a thick finger wedges between the glistening folds that he is so desperate to meet. A sharp high pitched jolt of sound pushes into Aemond’s mouth and he swears his eye nearly rolls back. “See,” Aegon chides with a smirk. “I told you that she is still pure. Our good girl once more. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Whimpers are too busy occupying your mouth to elicit a response but the man is satisfied, chuckling and begins to grind his hips against your rear.

A resounding sound slaps the air once Aemond parts from you. “Good girl,” He mewls, he removes his hand from your breast to cup your jaw. Again he opens your lips but this time you are much more willing. You don’t understand at first why his tongue is rummaging through his own mouth but before long, he slicks his saliva and spits it into your mouth. Your breath hitches but he closes your mouth and narrows his eyes. “You are ours now. Swallow.” He smirks when you obey. “Sweet darling,” Aegon coos and strokes at your swelling bud. “You know that you’re ours, don’t you? Don’t you sweetheart?” The claimant lets another whine bounce from his lips to your ear. You nod, eyes wetting at the attention. “That’s our sweet girl, always wanting my approval, huh?” The comment shouldn’t stroke your wetness like it does but neither should the thumb playing with your pearl. Aemond grins. “Ever since we were children, isn’t that right?” Aegon snorts at the claim. “I think you will find that I was much more important to her.” Aemond scoffs while Aegon starts to thrust his finger inside you. A soft yelp slips out of you and you squeeze your eyes shut, already stimulated between the two men. “Please,” You whisper to no avail, they are too busy in their petty squabbling. The rivalry between them only strengthens. Aegon licks his lips. “I bet you that I could make her cum with my thigh.” You whine at the imagery shooting through at the thought. Aemond glances down at your figure. You deserve a reward, he decides. “Keep begging like that and I’ll be stuffing my cock in that pretty cunt of yours.” Aemond whispers in your ear. Another whimper escapes.

“You won’t be waiting long, you needn’t chase, brother.” Aegon grins as sly as a fox. His hands grasp at you until he can haul you over his shoulder and carry your surprised and squealing form toward your bed. He lets his eyes roam the plush mattress and canopy. How many nights has he slept in here while you were away? Awaking with a stiff length and your portrait in his palm. A rumble threads through his throat at the mere memory. He crawls over you and kisses at your shoulder until your mewls become restless. “This feels like more than your thigh, Aegon.” His brother snides, Aegon can already feel his judgement. He rolls his eyes. “All in good time.” Is all he babbles, wanting to enjoy his prize before she is plucked again. Finally he pulls back and looks at your eyes. Those beautiful shining jewels. This time his hand is tentative as it coils around your neck. His eyes feast on the bliss, glossy shine and your kiss-bruised lips. He licks his own and swallows. “All ours,” He lilts like a man desperate and he supposes he is as he tosses you to wrestle the length of his right thigh. His hands settle on your hips and he juts the muscle against your sweet cunt. A gasp escapes and your eyes close. “Look at me,” He growls and suddenly, Aemond is behind you and letting his fingers trace at your shoulders. “Look at your future King.” That is what snaps your eyes open and rips another gasp. You do not have time to protest or question him because as you crinkle your brows, he is pulling you back and forth on him and stimulating your bud against the rough fabric of his leg. “That’s it,” He praises. “Be a good princess for me.” A guttural groan bounces off the walls. Aemond embraces your bosom with both hands, rolling the teats with a softness you didn’t know was capable of him. “Sweet girl,” He, too, praises. You whimper, mind fuddling at the mixing information desperate to pass your lips. But it’s too much. It is more than you have ever known and certainly more than that stable boy taught you. What was his name again?

You don’t have time to remember because now your thighs are clenching around his and it’s you who demands control, sliding back and forth like it were your god given right. Your birth right that the boys are eager to supply. “Aegon, please,” you practically beg for the first time in your life. “I knew you would want us,” Aegon hisses. “I knew you would. Aemond is more a fool than you remember him, thought that leaving us was your choice but do not fret, my dear,” Your face scrunches. Your pace quickens, desperate, pleading, wanton. “We’re not letting you go again. Your mother can tear me limb from limb if she wants to but you are not leaving us again.” It is that moment that triggers a long hybrid of yelping whines from your lips. The air feels thick in your throat but stale in your mouth. “Please!” You yelp in one final beg. “Let go,�� Aemond whispers. Your peak doesn’t finish quickly, oh no, instead it drowns out any sound for what very well be an hour and if you were lucid you would feel humiliated at the certain prospect of Ser Criston Cole hearing you from outside your door. Your limbs immediately collapse against Aegon’s chest as he continues to roll his thigh enough for you to keep enjoying your ride. Pride swells in his chest. “Good girl,” He murmurs. “So good for us.” He kisses your cheek and lingers. “Let Aemond clean you up, yeah?” You nod limply and blissed as he moulds your body to his very whim, turning you gently to rest your back upon your mattress. He parts your thighs with little resistance and Aemond is eager to slide between them. You do not expect to see such eagerness in the youngest of the Targaryen men aiding your pleasure.

Aemond audibly moans at the slick that greets him. You jump as he glides a single index finger along your thigh before he sticks out his tongue, tastes the residue and hums at the flavour that greets him. “Sweet girl, indeed.” He murmurs. “Sweet girl indeed.” It takes little effort for him to engage in your said sweetness, licking fervently and sucking violet marks into your thighs. You barely feel it, too absorbed in your high. Your head lolls to the side, barely noticing as Aegon laughs. “I thought it would take more but I suppose you are more like your mother than we suspected. Albeit lucky for us.” You whimper at that and it seems to shut him up for now. Aemond’s tongue delights at the taste of you, poking between your lower lips and probing at every droplet he can steal from. Even after he has drained you, he wants more. He sighs and palms at his own hardened member. “Want it,” You babble as if he has taken your comprehension into his tongue also. He lets the upturn of his lips quirk and glances at his brother. He raises a brow. “I think we can help you with that.” The brothers both hum, smirking. “And which one of us do you want in your little snatch, sweet thing? Tell us, princess.” Your lip wobbles and suddenly concern lowers their brows. Aegon is quick to your side, more experienced in the matter and your face turns into his neck just as quickly. Comforting palms caress your hair and soothe you softly.

“Is it too much, my love?” He asks quietly and suddenly worries. He was so sure that you would enjoy this, you always loved pushing yourself, always pleaded for their approval. Has time really changed you that much? You shake your head, inner frustration trembling your body. “N-No,” You stutter, sniffles threatening you. He softly shushes you. “Take your time,” He commands gently but with a firm tongue. “Look at me.” He directs your head up so those pretty doe eyes blink up at him. “Is it too much?” He asks. You shake your head, a gentle pout at your lips. He releases a relieved breath. “Do you want more?” You nod. He looks over at Aemond. “I think we need a word.” He states with authority atop his demanding voice. He nudges his head, moving a hand so he can wrap an arm around you as soft and comforting as an old blanket. Familiar. Aemond rubs soothing patterns on your thigh. “Something she can say if it gets too much.” He ignores your whining, threading fingers to gently massage at your hair. Aemond glances over you and nods, a softness in his gaze. “What do you want, sweetness?” Aemond asks, the most gentle he has ever spoken. Another sniffle leaves you and he drinks in your wet eyes. You drift your eyes down and bite your lip. A few moments pass. You hesitate but he nods in prompt. You swallow. “Sapphire.” You whisper and an expression passes over him but it is found indistinguishable. He nods and looks up at Aegon who returns the gesture. “Sapphire.” He repeats.

Their ministrations appear more gentle this time, held back. Soft. Aemond circles your flesh with his thumb and rises to hover over your body. “Whose do you want?” His light lilt asks, letting his thumb fly away the tears that gather on your cheeks. “Whose cock?” He asks. You do not answer at first, instead you whimper and tug at his shirt. “Aemond.” You murmur and while Aegon is disappointed, he cannot say it is unjustified. You have seen him fuck before with all the animalistic prowess of his teenhood but Aemond is still the soft boy who read stories to you when you were both children. You do not know what to expect from him yet. An experimental little dear. A pang of surprise and desire threads at his pained heart. “I want you,” You murmur. He swallows. You want him. He doesn't think anyone has ever wanted him over Aegon. Over a soon-King at the rate his father was decomposing like the corpse he is. Aemond nods, unable to speak for fear that it will incite his voice to break and provide his brother another tease. He merely nods and lets your soft fingers undress his tunic, his undershirt and slowly you both work at his trousers. Aegon grumbles something and undresses himself but it is all in playful quips. An intimacy structures him as he holds your hands and hesitantly rests them to wrap around his neck. “I will never hurt you,” He whispers and kisses your neck chastely. His hands wrap around his tender member and he glides between your legs softly. “That’s it,” He murmurs. “So perfect for me.” With that he slips inside, breath halting on the way. Aegon slips behind you and props you against his chest, he raises your hips so Aemond’s leverage is better endowed. Aemond pushes, a hiss dripping off his lips. “I want you,” You babble again. “Want you, want you,” With every praise, he quickens. Every sweet word encourages his desperation. “That’s it,” He praises you, hips snapping to yours. He tries to hold back but then your legs wrap around him and there’s nothing more that could induce his pleasure. Your jolts of movement in return persuade him further to be the one to draw your fountain this time. “You’re not going to marry that lord.” Aegon utters. “You’re going to stay here and be our sweet girl aren’t you?” You nod, bordering on a moan. “Do it.” He breathes. “Let go.” You do and he swears it is the prettiest sound he has ever had the grace of hearing. “Good princess.”

“You want it, don’t you sweetheart?” Aemond teases, confidence returned. You nod. “You want it so bad that you are soaking me.” His firm appendage stiffens even further inside you. A moan ripples from the roof of his mouth. “Yes,” You tell him, throwing your head back onto Aegon’s shoulder as the man plays with your breasts. “That’s a good darling, don’t you want to help your uncles?” You hiss at a particular jolt of his groin. You nod. “Mhm,” You whimper, eyes snapping closed. Aegon smirks. “What about your pretty mouth?” He grins. “Does your pretty mouth want to please us?” You nod again with desperate whines. Aemond nods at his brother before carefully twisting you around, only pulling out for a moment before sliding back in. You gasp at the momentum but then it is quickly muffled by Aegon’s fingers easing your mouth on his length. He hisses. “Sweet girl,” He murmurs and moans, eyes rolling back as the peak of his fantasies crashes onto his cock. Your tongue flicks as Aemond’s fingers move to flick your bud, his pace unrelenting as he pushes you forward. “That’s it…” The men gleam. “So perfect.” Everything is going perfectly to plan.

And you do not even know it yet.

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Aegon’s Christine (2/2)

Fannon!Aegon ii Targaryen x F!singer!Reader

{phantom of the opera Inspired AU}

Summary: Aegon’s pleased over the fact that Christine will be visiting the red keep and is performing for the ball but things between them start getting strained .

Warnings‼️obsessive/toxic relationship, mean Aegon, nsfw, kidnapping, nsfw ‼️

Taglist: @heavenly1927

Lots of love and thanks to my beautiful bestfriend @luckytoucan for beta reading 🥹🥹🥹

Aegon’s master plan had worked. He had convinced the Queen Rhaenyra to bring a young singing prodigy from the streets of silk as a performer for all the nobility. His mother was rather surprised but suspicious at his sudden growth of knowledge in the arts of music as well.

He could already imagine you as a bard, you would sing and play for him and only him. He would make sure of it, and then for the nights he would spend them in your company as well. You were his now, day and night. He watched intently from his bedchamber’s window as you reached the red keep dressed in white just as the first time he saw you, that night. Unfortunately for him he had underestimated how much of your voice would be spent on others who were not him. Rhaenyra shared Aegon’s new interest in music, often making you sing for the children. You had to teach them as well, singing to the young Viserys and young Aegon. You didn’t mind, it was quite refreshing to have to sing to adorable blonde haired babies. You were employed as a nanny as well. Helaena often sat to listen to you as well. Aegon sadly had to watch from the corner, too afraid you would find out he was the phantom if he were to approach you so he watched from afar, sipping from his cups. He would rather not have that, he didn’t want to let you get to know the real him.

“You’ve been staring a lot at that one” Aemond said sitting beside his brother “have you sunk your claws in her yet brother?”

His hands clenched his hands in anger, his nails pressing into the soft of his palms. Was he that obvious? If Aemond had figured out so had his mother.

“Does mother doubt anything?”

“If you keep being so obvious she just might” Aemond warned.

And worst of all, you could barely speak or let alone sing at night with him. Your voice was strained and it needed rest. Many a meeting with him were taken lightly, with you simply telling him it was late and you required sleep. You shunned Aegon aside and worst of all he didn’t see any remorse in you. His blood boiled. Aegon began to fall back into his old habits, drinking, gambling and spending the nights with whores. All the while to prevent thoughts of you from popping into his head.

Truthfully speaking, you were tired of the identity he hid with so much ferocity, he would swat your creeping hand away if you even attempted to take off his hood, let alone his mask. There was no real progression in this relationship, and now you had work. You wanted to see his face but you were denied. Was it always going to be like this forever? Being in love with someone who you do not even know the name of. The real name. You knew it would end someday, something Aegon had not once considered since the day he met you all those years ago. And you finally decided to let him loose.

Truthfully you missed him more and more with each passing day, your nights were strangely empty without him. You missed his annoying remarks and his little snides he would throw at you. You missed his praise for when you sang. You wondered if he would even come to the ball where you would perform. It had been 2 weeks and he had completely stopped coming around. He promised that he would. Would he show?

You forced yourself to move on, you cursed your past self for agreeing to sing for the strange man, the phantom, a fleeting ghost which only appeared at night. Your singing had opened up new opportunities for you. You would simply have to focus on them and move on. Aegon on the other hand tried hard to be sober, it didn’t help to hear you sing in the red keep. You were where you were because of him.

You should be grateful to him and all he’s done for you. But you shut him out and eventually stopped making time for him. He was beyond enraged. Often leaving the room if you entered. He couldn’t bear to hear your voice. He should have been happy for you but he just couldn’t. Not when you were not with him. He wanted you but he didn’t want to show his true identity, he was far too high in station to bring a common woman as a wife. He reasoned.

You knew the prince Aegon didn’t like your presence, you did your best to avoid him at every corner. You would stop singing when he entered the gardens. Quite frankly speaking you’ve heard of the prince being a lustrous man who would anger easily. A man who spent his days in a lazy slump drinking and eating away. Something about him felt odd, like you knew him.

“My lady, I must offer you a piece of advice” prince Aemond said smirking “stay away from my brother Aegon, he finds your appearance quite hideous and your voice vexing to the ear.” It was a clear taunt, and you absolutely hated aemond now as well.

Your suspicions were confirmed and you made it a point to stay clear of the gloomy prince. You felt anger grow from within. He amongst all the princes was the least popular for his lack of charisma and charm, he had no notable talents, he was bad with the sword as he was with diplomacy. Did he even have an ounce of passion in his soul? His words struck a nerve. You stopped being quiet around him after, singing to annoy the prince. You noticed he disliked a particular love song and you sang it on repeat around him. The song was ‘all I ask of you’ every time you sang it for his sister Helaena he would mutter some curses under his breath and leave the room.

You would half heartedly curtsy to him and this all did not go unnoticed by the prince, your sudden defiance. Perhaps it was best that he had let you go. He thought.

He groaned when he thought of your performance that would take centre stage. He cursed himself for being kind to you. He saw you practising in the gardens, twirling around with a sash. Somewhere deep within he just wanted to end the separation, kiss you and come clean of who he truly was. But he didn’t, he went against what he wanted and kept his ego high.

The night of the performance you were nervous standing behind the door waiting for the sign to let you in. Your hands trembled and your breath grew shallow. Thoughts of doubt and insecurity entered your mind all at once. You wondered if the phantom was there, if he came for you. You were a mess right before a performance.

Prince Aegon strolled past the room you were in, he had no business in that part of the castle but yet he found himself walking curious to see how you were holding up. He saw you clasping your hands together to stop them from trembling, my, you looked gorgeous in the gown you wore, a bright red and orange gown most probably designed in Dorne. You hadn’t noticed Aegon. “Nervous?” He choked out. The words slipping before he even had a chance to stop them.

“Always” you smiled nervously. He walked up to you bottle in hand. His hands clasped your gloved one

“What are you doing?” You asked confused

“A gift..” he said with no other emotion showing. He pushed an emerald ring up your finger “for courage”

“Thankyou” you muttered “I’ll return it to you after I-”

“Christine, it’s your turn” a handmaiden said. You turned around to look at the prince “thankyou..again for this” you said showing the ring.

“Go, don’t disappoint the Targaryens”

You stared at him bewildered..that line it was so familiar. Something the phantom once said to you. Aegon wasn’t the phantom. He couldn’t be, the phantom was funny, the phantom was oddly sweet and kind. The phantom kissed you the sweetest—

Aegon stood quietly. So much left unsaid.

He watched from backstage as you performed, singing a song you had practiced a thousand times. It was perfection. You were perfection. He smiled watching your distant figure move the lords and ladies.

There was a dance where you were allowed to participate despite being low-born. Aegon watched from atop on the Targaryen’s high table as you danced with lords. He didn’t care. He did as promised and visited you before your performance. He’s fulfilled his promise. It’s over now. He cursed himself for giving up his ring though if he was really being honest he was meaning to give it to you for a while.

“My prince” you said approaching the table “I want to return this..” you said quietly

“Why..?” He simply asked shocked. He felt as though his advances were being rejected. He knew it, everyone disliked him after all..the worst of the late king viserys’ children. He simply held onto the ring rolling it in between his fingers as he watched you be swept away by a lord asking you to dance. You didn’t hear him coming to you already too busy trying to keep your distance from the preening lord attempting to barge on your personal space. You laughed nervously, the lord was clearly interested in you. He wasn’t a big lord, but one of a rather well doing house. Marrying him would set you for life. The lord told you of how you had enchanted him with your sweet angelic voice, like it was a calling from the heavens. The lord attempted to lead you to the gardens.

“She’s not going anywhere.” prince Aegon said glaring at the man, barely handsome, barely rich. Was this the man you would let dance with you? He scoffed to himself.

“My prince I believe that is for our sweet lady to decide” the man said with a forced smile as he bowed politely almost to make up for his words.

‘Our sweet lady?’ Aegon chuckled ‘what a fool, she belongs to me and only me’

“It would take me a mere second to decide if I want your head served to me on a silver platter, talk to me again out of turn and you will see how I deliver my promises” Aegon spat out.

A hand grasps your shoulder from behind pulling you to him. His hands travelling to your waist almost too familiarly. The prince Aegon with a furious look in his eyes his face wore a scowl and his eyebrows scrunched together

“And who are you?” He asked the lord

“My name is Raoul of house Chagny”

“Never heard, a minor house?” Aegon scoffed

A look of horror showed on your face. Was phantom..the prince Aegon? It would make sense the way he spoke, the way he scoffed and insulted others. He didn’t even make any effort to hide his voice from you. Did he think you were slow?

“Lord Raoul, we were dancing” she says cutting him off before he could say anymore. She curtsied to the prince and let him dance with her. This time around her gaze never left Aegon’s. I know who you are. You thought. Why couldn’t you just tell me? Why hide? You loathe me now? You think my voice vexing? Me hideous? You thought as the lord twirled you around.

It was clear the phantom or rather Aegon was enraged at the sight. His hands tightly gripping around his chalice, his knuckles turning white. He watched as the man spun you around. Your eyes never actually meeting Raoul’s but instead Aegon’s.

And Raoul took notice “have no fear my lady for I am here” he said.

‘I’m not scared’ you thought before sending him a polite smile. Before your eyes strayed away to the prince. His violet eyes and strewn silver hair. That would explain the hood..

What if it’s not him? Risk offending the prince who already dislikes you ? That’s getting your head on a spike. You shuddered at the thought. You started to feel dizzy with all the realisations of the night. You had to know. To end this already overdue confrontation but Aegon had disappeared from the hall and wasn’t seen for the rest of the night.

When you made your way back to your house down the streets of kingslanding you saw a familiar figure who was the exact size of prince Aegon. The moment you longed for..to talk with him after so long. You were in no mood to beat around the bush

“Tell me who you are” you said calmly

“No.” He said shortly

“Then I bid you good night ser”

“Did you enjoy it? Prancing around with some man?” He chuckled but from his demeanour you knew. He was not happy

“Yes, I did. Do you want to know why?” You asked baiting him to ask you why you felt this way

“And why is that, my dear?” He chuckled his hand covering the lower part of his face as though forcing himself to calm down.

“Because Raoul is a good man” you said

“Raoul Raoul Raoul you don’t know the man!” He yelled

“I know not of you as well” you sharply retorted

The silence resumed between the two of you.

“And what of Raoul? Do you plan to keep him in the dark? Have you told him what you really are?” He asked in an incomprehensibly quiet tone.

You could feel an insult brewing you knew it was coming. “Did you tell him how you spent your nights with me? Unbecoming of a lady..you should keep no secrets as well. Tell him the whole of it! Go! Go now. I’m sure he’d let you in his bed if you try hard enough. Perhaps if you play the cards right you may see a ring on your finger soon enough.” He spat out with a crazed expression. His anger coursing through his veins

“You should tell him what kind of a little whore you were before becoming his wife. He will find out someday or another” he said taking a step towards her.

“What are you saying?” You asked “you would tell on our night together to Raoul?”

“It’s only fair! Since you want no secrets” he laughed. “But then I suppose he wouldn’t make you his wife but keep you as a mistress.”

“You seem to misunderstand..if by God’s grace a man like Raoul asks for my hand. I will leave you behind, I will forget about you completely and thoughts of you that linger in my mind will disappear. I would not want or need you.”

“A whore like you would never forget”

You slapped him hard. Across the face. His mask falls broken to the floor on impact. He grasped at his hood to cover his face. “I cannot play this silly game with you any longer. I have to move on and think what is best for myself. And it is not you” you said pushing him away. He grasped your shoulder pulling you to him. His hand made it’s way up to your next tilting your face to the side, his warm breath which smelt of sweet wine breathed down your ear when he whispered.

“You would be nothing without me” he said in a last desperate attempt to hurt you. You took his hand off of you. His fingers almost instantly reaching to attempt to clasp onto yours but you didn’t let him. Your head hurt. Your body hurt. Your heart hurt.

“Go back to your life you need not come here to show your masked face and cloaked self” you said sighing holding your forehead possibly hiding the tears forming from him. His eyes wide blown shown in the moonlight. Violet. You knew it. For that moment his hidden identity was thrown away in his shock. This was the end. No no. He would not let that be.

There was nothing more to say. He said his piece and you said yours. Perhaps you should have been harsher your mind raced. Perhaps you were too harsh. No no. It wasn’t you who was in the wrong. He was upset and it was he who threw the first insult. It was over, the brief love story between the both of you. Two years of your life down the drain. You felt tears finally fill your eyes. You wanted to truly know him. Know who he is under the mask. Now you know from your own theories who he really was. You weren’t happy. You felt miserable. All the fantasies of how he would one day pull down his mask for you was shattered. You let out broken sobs. How could you have been so stupid? Let yourself love someone like him?

And you slammed the door on him. Shutting him out.

And unknown to you Aegon wasn’t planning on letting you go any time soon.

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Lord Raoul began to charm you often barging in the red keep making excuses to talk to you. Raoul was serious about marrying you, a bit too serious. Hell you hadn’t even thought about whether you would actually get to accepting his proposal but you could see the wheels in his head turn with thoughts of marriage with every word he spoke “they say a woman is fulfilled in marriage” “i hope my children get my hair” he said pulling back his long brunette hair.

If you were truly being honest Raoul was controlling. He wanted everything his way. He did as he pleased and that made you dislike him. He’d drag you for walks in the garden where he would try to impress you with talks of history of Westeros and how the Targaryens came into power. All that Aegon had done in a much more laid back and calm manner for the fun of it. The phantom had his flaws but he never hid them, he talked about them and tried to work on them. The phantom thought the start of your friendship was forced the eventual relationship bloomed out of nights spent together, drinking, talking and laying in bed simply soaking up each other’s presence. The phantom knew what you liked, what you disliked and made efforts to impress you every chance he got. His sarcastic brutally vulgar comments were the thing that made you realise how much you loved him.

Raoul was not the phantom or rather Aegon..

Raoul only ever took you for walks gripping your hand as if it were the last rope on a sinking ship. You should be grateful a lord like him wants to marry you but your eyes kept wandering back to the blonde haired man who was stretched a distance apart from you. The man was awfully calm, unnervingly so. That even king Daemon took notice of the rather composed cold look of his.

“Is she still roaming with that lord?” Aemond inquired with his brother standing at the doorway of his bedchamber.

“She is” Aegon said with a slight look of disdain twisting the blade in his hand.

“I thought I would come here to your room being in ruin” aemond admitted “now that she has left you for another” ah, how aemond knew how to piss off his older brother. But for some reason it didn’t work this time around..

“I can’t bring my bride to my bedchambers when it’s in ruin Aemond”

Aemond was dumbstruck “a bride..? You haven’t been courting anyone and now you’ve chosen a bride?” He asked narrowing his one hood eye on his brother.

Aegon simply smirked playing with his dagger and that’s when aemond realised what he intended to do.

“Mother won’t like this” he warned Aegon..as he watched his brother press the sharp of the blade against his thumb drawing blood.

Aegon simply smirked.

the burning determination in Aegon’s purple eyes surprised aemond. He always noticed how Aegon’s eyes showed life whenever when it came to you. How his eyes lit up whether he was ranting about you in your separation or simply looking at you from afar. He wanted to see his brother happy somewhere deep down, he knew if Aegon was married to anyone else he would make his new wife miserable and in turn his mother and by that extension annoy Aemond and so aemond became a little accomplice.

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Rhaenyra was a big fan of luxury and splendour. It wouldn’t be long until she holds another lavish ball for the nobility. Aegon just had to wait. How much longer could he wait? He felt the time passing by every moment he could have made use of by making you his. Aemond encouraged him to be patient and he tried. Stupid Raoul was already ready to drop on his knee and propose to you according to the spies he sent after you and Raoul. You hadn’t made any moves on Raoul. Of course you wouldn’t! You loved him. It satisfied him how he was the only one with whom you could share stolen kisses with. He was more than confident you would take him back over some stupid lord Raoul of what house again…?

“Raoul where are you taking me?” You asked as he pulled on your arm.

“Just follow me” he said hurriedly “I can wait any longer..I can wait no more for you”

“Raoul..?” You asked confused “Raoul stop this!”

“I cannot I cannot stop loving you” what in the seven hells. the line alone should have made you soften up but all you felt was annoyance. Raoul said dropping on his one knee.

“Marry me. That’s all I ask of you” he said holding your hands in his. Your mind went blank. There would be no returning after this. The point of no return. Your heart beat quickly you hadn’t answered yet. He was awaiting an answer. Why were you waiting for Aegon. He wouldn’t show. He wouldn’t come. He wouldn’t come to steal you away.

“Are you there?” Raoul asked squeezing your hands bringing you back to reality. You had to choose what was right. You couldn’t miss on this chance. Yet your heart told you to wait. Your mind spewed hate at your neediness for Aegon.

“Iet me think this through Raoul..?”

“No more talk of darkness

Forget these wide-eyed fears

I'm here, nothing can harm you

My words will warm and calm you~”

“I need to think Raoul please don’t sing” his voice was grating as you held your head feeling the forming headache

“Let me be your freedom

Let daylight dry your tears

I'm here, with you, beside you

To guard you and to guide you

Say you love me—”

“Raoul please I need to think”

But you didn’t love him. Marriages didn’t need love. It’s okay you were justified so what. Who were you waiting for? The phantom wasn’t going to come for you. Aegon wasn’t going to come to save you like a prince in shining armour.

“No I won’t— no I refuse to marry you” the words stuck in your throat instead you whispered out a quiet..

“Yes, I’ll marry you” you said like you’d rehearsed all throughout your childhood in dreams of marrying for love. But your tone was grim. This was what you were supposed to want. But you didn’t want it. You didn’t want him.

Tears streamed down your cheeks if only Raoul could see that they were not tears of happiness. You would never sing again and you had no energy to sing anymore. Raoul slipped the silver band around your finger. The ring far too tight on your finger.

“I knew you would make the right choice” he said proudly placing a chaste kiss on your lips cupping your face. “Your family will be quite pleased with a lord like me for a son-in-law” he said. Your mind went numb and you couldn’t help but feel like you had betrayed yourself in some sort of way.

“I must say from now onwards you cannot sing at events or functions” he said tapping your cheek.

“Atleast let me sing one last time at the masquerade before I finally leave this life behind me” you said sighing

“No, you may not. You already have enough eyes on you as is. You may sing in our new home and only to our children” he said pulling you in a suffocating hug.

“You could still sing in our new home” he said. “Can you not make a single sacrifice for me?” He asked his grip on your hands tight.

“Just once please. One last time” you begged your fiancé. “I’ll never sing again after”

Raoul contemplated hard. And finally reluctantly agreed. You felt as though your life was changing for the worse and Raoul felt like a king to have the woman he so wanted. How disconnected was he? To not see simple dissatisfaction on your face. The word spread wide that you were to be Raoul’s wife and the last time you would be up on stage would be at Jace and Baela’s wedding party.

The wedding party was in the next two days. You and Raoul kept your engagement secret from the others. You wanted to stall as much as you could but you couldn’t quite figure out why Raoul suggested to keep it secret in the first place. You wore a beautiful red gown gifted by Aegon..you still remember his words.

“This would look good on you for one of your performances” he said acting casual but you noticed how he waited for you to tell him you loved the gift. He always observed you keenly to see if you actually liked the gift or not. He had a surprisingly good taste for clothing.

“You don’t even like the colour red!” You laughed.

“I cannot pull off red the way you do, my dear”

He said returning your smile with an embarrassed smile showing through his half masked face.

Raoul had drunk A LOT. The night of the ball when you were about to go on stage to sing one last time he gripped your hand with so much pressure it felt as though it would snap in half “I forbid you” he slurred “if you move from this seat, I promise you I’ll make you regret it” Raoul said his hand still wrapped around your wrist. Disappointed was a word that didn’t describe what you felt. You felt truly heartbroken and alone in that moment. You wanted to scream at Raoul, you wanted to cry your eyes out, you wanted to scream at Aegon as well for everything. Aegon-phantom-Aegon. Your mind travelled to ideas of what ifs which just wasn’t possible.

“if you just told me who you really were that night, what would have happened?” You wondered out loud quietly. Raoul sent you a confused stare “what?”

“No, no I’m sorry it’s nothing” you said quickly. Raoul didn’t bother later on.

“Are you to forbid me from dancing as well?” You asked looking at your fiancé who was chugging wine down his throat

“As long as it’s not with Aegon. I do not care” he said “I may dance with other ladies myself” he said “after all we are keeping this engagement a secret we can’t have people knowing the truth” he said sighing getting up from his seat walking towards a group of gentlemen. Men preferred the company of other men, it shouldn’t be surprising. You sat there at the table playing with the knife in your hand as you waited for the night to end. Raoul didn’t spare you a glance laughing with his men. Suddenly a fight broke out amongst the party guests. It was common for fights to break out at noble weddings.. it didn’t help the fact that a rampage was formed. The guards immediately went to escort the Targaryens away to safety. Suddenly a hand held tightly over your mouth dragging you away from the rushing crowd. Raoul saw this and called out for you but he was far away and couldn’t make it in time. You already knew who it was, only one person who would be crazy enough to pull off a stunt like this.

“Miss me my dear?” He chuckled dragging your resisting body to God know where. His strength was other worldly with him lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder. Talking you down a stairway to the darkest parts of the red keep.

you asked struggling in his arms. Aegon was in no mood of speaking. His mind set on one goal. ‘Marry you and claim you his forever and ever’

his arms tightened around you to keep you still as he descended down the black cells dimly lit .

“You went ahead and decided to marry that stupid cunt Raoul?” He said. The name Raoul permanently scarred Aegon’s mind. “What is it that made you accept his proposal? You would throw away what we had for a man you’ve known two weeks” he barked “you really thought I wouldn’t find out you agreed to marry the man?” He laughed at the nerve you had. Leaving him for a man who didn’t deserve you.

“BETROTHED!” A Voice called out from behind Aegon. Whatever vulnerability that showed from the man dissipated in a blink of an eye. His jealous rage was back. He was losing you to a man who didn’t deserve you but deep down he felt as though he didn’t deserve you either and he took it out in the form of RAGE.

“Wait! I think, my dear, we have a guest” the phantom whispered in your ear.

Raoul stilled in fear and shock on seeing his betrothed in another’s arms

“This is indeed an unparalleled delight! I had rather hoped that you would come. And now, my wish comes true. You have truly made my night!” Aegon laughed his hold on you still ever so tight. As though in fear you would run towards the new man, your fiancé. He wouldn’t forgive you for this slight.

“Free her! Do what you like, only free her! Have you no pity?” Raoul yelled from afar. Attempting to walk closer to the masked man and you.

“Your lover makes a passionate plea...” Aegon said clearly upset with the obvious affection he beared for you. Aegon’s passion for you showed no end but the fact that Raoul had the nerve to rival his own..

“Please, Raoul. it's useless!” You pleaded for your fiancé to leave while he could.

“I love her! Does that mean nothing?I love her! Show some compassion!” Raoul yelled from across the room attempting to sway the phantom.

“My lord, I bid you welcome. Did you think that I would harm her? Why would I make her pay for the sins which are yours?” He said in the darkness of the black cells the sound of his voice echoing of the walls.

Aemond wraps his arm around Raoul’s neck choking him and bringing him to his knees as he pressed his dagger firmly to your fiancé’s neck, if Raoul moved he would slice his neck. Raoul was in tears.

“Start a new life with me. Buy his freedom with your love! Refuse me, and you send your lover to his death!This is the choice, this is the point of no return!” The phantom ordered his tone was stern and full of authority. You could not weasel your way out of this.

‘Say you love him and my life is over...’ Aegon thought as he waited for you to make your choice. Please. Please. Choose him. Tell him Raoul was a mistake.

“No point in fighting. For either way you choose you cannot win.” Aegon said letting you go as he waited for you to make your choice.

“So do you end your days with me, or do you send him to his grave?” He asked seriously, Aemond’s one eye glanced towards the two of you in curiosity.

“Why make her lie to you to save me?” Raoul choked out.

‘Lie? Lie! Raoul’s word rang in his head. His audacity!you loved him, you loved Aegon. his eyes looked to yours and it was clear the answer he wanted. You would marry him. Love him. Be his. But it was for Raoul’s safety. Aegon’s eyes trailed to Raoul who was on his knees at the doorstep of death.

You walked to the phantom. Your hands reached to hold his masked face and you could feel how he instantly melted at your familiar touch.

“Pitiful creature of darkness, What kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you,

You are not alone...”

You said before pressing your lips, he tilted his head to better deepen the kiss. The feeling of your mouth on his. You were his one true love, the only one he would ever go mad for.

How could he trap you like a bird? And keep you in a marriage you had no choice in. Like his mother? Would you share the same fate as his mother then? He was not Viserys but he was his son after all, the thought of you unhappy with him made his insides churn. He wanted you happy more than anything and if it was with him..he would let you go. You loved Raoul, didn’t you? Why did he have to lose you? He cursed himself once more.

He pressed another small kiss on your cheek and then your forehead. His arms wrapped around you thinking..

You had forgotten about Raoul and Aemond. It felt as though it was only Aegon and you in the room. Aegon slowly separated the two of you. Brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“Take her, forget me, forget all of this. Leave me alone, forget all you've seen.” He says to Raoul, he couldn’t make you go through marriage with him something you didn’t want. He loved you. Loved you so much it hurt to not be around you.

He looked to you once more “I love you, I have only ever loved you” whispering the words as his hands let go of your face.

Go now! Go now, and leave me!”

Aemond looked at his brother utterly confused. The plan..? He reluctantly let go off Raoul, the man fell to the ground his legs numb.

You hadn’t moved a single inch. You didn’t want to.

“You love me?” You asked

“Go, go now before I regret letting you go, my dear”

Raoul gathered his strength standing on his feet rushing to you pulling you away from the phantom. Raoul was your light….not this man before you.

Raoul grabbed your hand pulling you up the stairs in haste “who was that? You had lovers?” He asked infuriated.

You pulled your hand away from his. “Raoul” you said pulling off your silver wedding band. Putting it in his hands and closing them “you deserve someone who loves you. Not me!” you sighed

Raoul stood stunned “are we cancelling our betrothal? Our plans! Think of our plans!”

“Your plans, Raoul” you said shaking your head.

“Do you love him? That man” he asked disgusted

“With all my heart and with the entirety of my soul” you smiled. Raoul nauseated with your answer walked out of the door “this is your last chance, come with me and I shall forget this” he said sternly.

“Go Raoul” you said one last time and the man walked out of the hall.

You gasped as you felt a person walk past you. Aemond. His one eye scanning you. Aemond simply walked past you. He had work to do after all, he had to take care of lord Raoul now that he had seen far too much.

You walked down the stairs deep into the dark cells.

Aegon was plopped on the floor he raised his head to the sound of footsteps. Clearly confused by your appearance now..? His hood was off and his white wavy hair was tousled on his head. His mask still clung to his face.

“If you love me as you say you do. Show me. Show me all of you” you demanded descending down the stairs.

He stood quickly in anticipation “you came back” he stated surprised. “You came for me?” He asked. “What of Raoul?” He asked bitterly.

“Raoul is not you. He’ll never measure to you” you said softly. Aegon felt as though he was hallucinating you.

You stood a few feet apart from him. “You chose me” he said walking closer to you.

“I love you. I have loved you without ever truly knowing how you look. I have loved you when you have kept so much from me. Why do you think telling me the whole of it will make me love you any less?” You asked the man before you.

Aegon stood silently contemplating your words he approached you on the as you stood slightly above him. He reached for your hands placing them on his mask as he looked at you as though you were his only light “take it off” he said.

Your hands trembled as you pulled off the white mask showing his face “handsome, such a handsome man” you said tearing up as you fingers grazed his pale cheeks.

You bent over placing a kiss on his lips, a gentle one and Aegon slipped his hand around your legs pulling you towards him as he pushed the two of you on the ground kissing you. He no longer held your eyes shut or blind folded you. He let himself trust.

He pressed intense kisses to your lips as he his hands slipped off your dress “you wore the dress I gifted you, you little vixen” he smirked

“did you wear it for me? You knew who I was, didn’t you? My dear” he said pressing open mouthed kisses to the skin of your neck.

“I’ve wanted this for so long” you admitted holding his face lovingly “my phantom”.

“How long, my dear? Tell me?”

He asked as he pulled off the top of your gown leaving little red marks across your neck and over your heaving chest.

“For so long”

you said breathlessly as he continued to move his hand over your exposed top half squeezing your tits in his hand making you let out a sharp gasp.

He grabs onto your leg wrapping it around his waist as he let you feel his hardened length against your heated core. Your hips rolled over grinding begging for friction but he held your hips

“Fuck” he groaned holding onto your hips steadying your movements. He pressed you against the staircase where his fingers quickly found its way to your entrance. “So wet already?” He smirked as his index and middle finger circled smeared the wetness around your entrance

“I can’t— don’t tease me” you begged and he complied quickly his fingers roughly making its way in your tight cunt. You were a moaning mess under Aegon as his he spread his fingers inside the spongy walls of your cunt getting you prepared to take his cock. Your mind melting and the only words were ‘more’ ‘please’ and little ‘I need you’s. His thumb circled your clit as his tongue licked stripes on your breasts and hard nipples begging for his attention. His warm mouth finally engulfing a nipple as his fingers moved at an unpredictable pace. Moving faster as you were just about to cum and then abruptly stopping. And again building up your orgasm just to pull away at last minute.

“Please please” you begged in tears. The only tears of yours he ever liked

“What my dear?” He asked releasing your swollen breasts from his mouth with a sinful wet sound.

“Let me come please” you whined as your eyes rolled back once more almost coming at the pressure his fingers thrusted into you with. “Right there” you writhed holding his hand tightly so he wouldn’t pull his fingers out last second.

“You only had to ask” he smiles smugly his pupils wide blown with lust. He was playing with you. His thumb rubbed tight circles to your poor little numb and you came. Hard. Panting as you tried to regain your breath you had lost in your intense orgasm. You knew you Aegon wasn’t done. The both of you wanted more.

“Now look what you’ve done” he tutted looking at the wet mess you made all over his breaches and over your inner thighs.

“Don’t tease me any longer. Please” you begged your feet tugging at his pants as you eyed him with eyes clouded with lust. He adjusted your legs around him. Pulling down his breaches revealing his thick and hard length. The tip already leaking with pearly white pre cum. He pushed up your gown further up spreading your legs apart to look at your slick mess of your cunt as he stroked himself his fist closing over his hardened cock. “Fuck. I do not think I can wait any longer” he said letting out a moan.

“Then don’t” you moaned at the sight of him fisting himself. You pulled him to you as he grabbed your backside tilting your hips just for him. “Are you sure you can take me, my dear?” He teased before you could even say something snarky in response he thrusted his entire length into your tiny hole. You let out a shrill cry as you held onto him for dear life. His eyes never left your face. His lips found themselves kissing your body as he thrusted slowly letting you get used to his thick length. He pulled out leaving in just the tip before slamming the whole of it inside. He pulled a leg of yours over his shoulder as he pressed himself farther inside you making you see stars. The black cells filled with the both of yours filthy moans.

Your hands pulled at his hair as your rolled your hips to better accommodate him. He panted as he kissed you. His tongue roughly pushing into your mouth as he explored every crevice of your mouth as though it was his first time.

“You are so beautiful” he said in a half groan. His face scrunched up with pleasure. “You’re mine now. Only mine” he said as he thrusted into you. His hands travelled to your waist. “Ser—” you begged feeling hun hit that one spot so deliciously.

“Aegon. Call me Aegon, my dear” he said in a frantic hurry as he kissed you with an urgent need. Your mouth fell open as you came once more your legs giving out as your legs trembled around Aegon. He wasn’t done. He rubbed at your clit once more “one more give me one more” he begged.

“I— I can’t” you said clearly overstimulated.

“Come on sweet girl” he pleaded “come with me” he begged as he let out a raspy moan. “I know you can” his pleading voice could make you come once more by itself. His cock thrusting in and out of you and his thumb pressing your sensitive bud. It was too much. Aegon’s tongue pressing open mouthed kisses to your neck as he said the filthiest of lines. Aegon’s thrusts grew faster as his grip on your waist increased as he fucked you senseless. You swore you came right there, your fluids gushing out of you as you screamed Aegon’s name.

He cursed as he came at the sound of your voice calling out his name. His muscles tensing as he spilled his hot seed in your cunt.

He let out a shaky breath as he lay on top of you. Smothering you with his weight.

He panted pulling himself out of you resting his head onto your chest as your hands found themselves playing with his hair. Seconds of peace and silence between the two of you.

“I’ve been a fool. A fool for not telling you how I felt earlier. A fool for saying the things that I have said to you” he said holding the hand that caressed his hair.

“I should have done things differently. I should have come clean” he said pulling himself away. You didn’t let him pulling him back to you. “I am sorry. I am so sorry” he said. “I was so scared of— I don’t know”

“We are just both two fools in love” she laughed

“Fools hopelessly in love?” He asked smiling his laugh lines showing. His eyes crinkled with nothing but love for you.

“I’m afraid so” you smiled holding his hands.

“Marry me, let’s run away together to essos. Let us be free from this blasted place” he said

“No more running Aegon, if I must be with you I want to be yours truly. Running away isn’t the solution” you said your fingers trailing the corners of his lips.

“Then will you marry me here? Be my princess. My dear princess ?” He chuckled, the nick name ‘my dear’ he had given to her the nights following the one he met you on.

“Your family would never allow for it—” you said

“Will you marry me?” He asked again

“You are a prince and I am a mere singer” you said explaining

“Will you marry me?” He asked firmly his mind unchanging

“You aren’t going to change your mind are you?” You asked “there will be consequences”

“I don’t care. Will you marry me?” he said holding your hands “don’t leave me waiting tell me. Tell me. My dear” he begged nuzzling his nose to your cheek.

“There is something I would like to say— do you dislike my singing? And my appearance?” You remembered what Aemond had told you a few weeks ago. “Is it true?” You needed to know the truth.

But on looking at his confused face you knew that Aemond had lied. “Who insulted your singing? And you?” He asked “I need a name, my dear” he said

“Aemond told me that you hated my singing—” Aegon’s mouth dropped low in shock. His brother’s audacity to spread false words about him to his love?

“What? I’m going to kill that imbecile—” he fumed as he frowned thinking of his trouble maker of a brother. Aemond was just as much of trouble as Aegon. He just hid it better. You chuckled.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” You interrupted Aegon’s rant, his mind still focused on punching his brother square in the face at breakfast. He looked to you his anger softening “yes you were about to say you would marry me” he smirked softly. The clear love and teasing showed in his eyes.

“Yes, I was. I would be the happiest bride in all of Westeros to marry you Aegon!” You pressed a kiss to his lips as the two of you smiled giddily. How could a proposal in the black cells be better than one in a garden? The power Aegon held over your heart.

Aegon married you with the consent of his family under the eyes of the seven, Alicent almost instantly welcomed you to the family she had grown quite fond of you from how you treated the children. She just had this feeling that Aegon would be happy. And that’s all she ever wanted for her son.

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Little Love

summary: aegon comes to your chambers crying and needing comfort, but what happens when your husband walks in?

pairing: aemond targaryen x reader x aegon ii targaryen

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, mommy kink!! i cannot stress that enough!! astronomical amounts of titty suckin', nipple/breast play, oral (f receiving), handjob, fingering, piv, angst but happy ending, hand on throat but no choking, subby aegon, breeding kink, creampie, consensual threeway relationship, let me know if i missed any!

word count: 6k oops

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“Aww,” you coo softly, eyes filled with adoration as you study the man on your lap, “Are you mommy’s precious little baby? Hm?” You brush a silvery lock of hair off of his face, trailing your thumb over the light flush across his cheeks as your other hand rubs soothingly over one of his biceps.

Aegon hummed and nodded as best he could around your pert nipple, bright eyes lazily blinking up at you. One of your thumbs gently sweeps away tears from the corners of his eyes while you gently rock him as best you can, gazing at him with a smile. You stay quiet for a while, taking pleasure in the way he clings to you so needily, the way he’s looking at you as if you hung the stars in the sky.

You can’t help the sigh that leaves your lips at the feel of his warm mouth around your nipple, his tongue flicking and teasing at the sensitive skin as he carefully suckles it in his mouth. “Shh,” you whisper, calming Aegon when you see another wave of tears threatening to spill from his violet eyes, “I promise there is nothing to worry yourself over, my little prince,” you tell him softly, trying to squeeze him somehow closer to you, “Just rumors, nothing more.”

You couldn’t help but feel protective of Aegon, your heart twisting as you remember the state he was in at the beginning of the evening when he had first loudly burst into your chamber.

The fire in the hearth warmed your skin as you sat on the sofa in the small sitting area of yours and Aemond’s chambers, easily guiding the needle through the fabric of your embroidery as you hummed a song. With a sigh, you held the hoop up and tilted your head as you examined your work, nearly dropping it when you jumped at the sound of the heavy doors of your chambers crashing open.

You jumped up, whirling around to see who could’ve possibly been disturbing you in such a manner, already glaring before you’d even turned your head. Your narrowed eyes widened however when you saw Aegon striding toward you, a pained look on his face.

“Is it true?” He had questioned, coming to a stop a little ways away from you, voice shaking even through the angry tone of his voice.

“Is what true?” Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as you clasped your hands in front of you.

His frown had faltered for a second, eyes already sparkling with tears as his hands clenched at his sides. “The whispers in court,” he explained, gaze flitting from you to the stone floor, “The rumors about – about you and my brother.”

Shaking your head, you had carefully walked toward him, “My love, I am sure they are untrue,” your voice had been gentle, “I cannot even imagine what they would be ab—“

“That you’re pregnant!” His voice was thick with unshed tears as he spit out the words, “That you must be!” This had left you dumbfounded, unable to do anything but gawk at him, which had only served to upset him further. He had sighed heavily and fixed you with a tearful gaze, bottom lip quivering, “So it’s true?”

“No!” You rushed out, emphatically shaking your head as you hurried to him. “My love, my sweet baby,” your fingers carded through his hair when you reached him. You had gently pulled his gaze to yours before you had cupped his cheeks, your fingers already damp from the tears streaking them, “That is nothing more than court gossip, I promise you. I swear upon the Mother, you’ve nothing to worry about.”

The dam had finally broken as he hiccuped out a sob, his shoulders sagging. “D-Do you mean it?” He’d asked meekly, voice so small you had felt your heart squeeze painfully in your chest.

“Oh,” you had taken his hands in yours and led him to your bed, sitting him down at the edge as his body started shaking with sobs. Sitting next to him, you wrapped your arms around his neck, gently cupping the back of his head as he slumped against you and rested a wet cheek against your chest. “My little prince, I swear to you I do,” you pressed a kiss to the top of his head, rocking the two of you together, “You know Aemond and I would not do that to you.”

His fingers had clung to your sides as he sobbed, hands bunching in the fabric of your gown. “They’re saying it’s been long enough,” he’d said mournfully, “Th-That it’s been three moons since the w-wedding and y-you must be by now.”

You’d stroked his hair comfortingly and rested your chin on the top of his head, feeling his hot tears trail down your cleavage, “You know your brother and I would speak with you first, my love. We would not leave you out, you know how this arrangement works.”

The only answer you got was a small sniffle, his shoulders still trembling, although not nearly as badly. You had let him calm down for a moment more, rocking him against you while you hummed his favorite song.

Eventually, he had calmed down, his shoulders steadying and his breath evening out. You had almost assumed he was asleep before you heard him whimper against your collarbone, pink lips mouthing needily at your skin. Your lips had quirked up in a smile as you had gently pulled him up, his small whine making you chuckle as you looked into his eyes.

“Do you need some time with mommy, my little love?”

Which is how you found yourself in your current position – reclined on the plush pillows of your bed with Aegon’s head in your lap, his lips eagerly suckling at your breast, not getting any real milk but the action calmed him still. You shiver slightly in the cool breeze that wafts in from the balcony, the air growing colder now that the sun has set.

Aegon sighs contentedly, his warm breath fanning across your chest as small whimpers and whines slip past his lips. The small noises make you chuckle as you run a hand over his bare chest, “You’re my favorite little prince, do you know that?” You whisper, softly tickling his side enough to make him giggle and squirm. He smiles around your breast and nods happily, his nose digging into the fat of your breast as he presses himself more firmly against you.

You stiffen a little at the sound of your chamber door opening once again, unable to see the entryway from the decorative screen you and your husband had placed in front of the bed. You make no move to disturb Aegon, though – bless the poor maids but there is not much they haven’t seen already. It is not a maid, however, that rounds the corner and you are instead met with the wide, surprised eye of your husband.

After a second, the shock melts off of his face and he smirks at the sight of the two of you, his older brother still suckling away at your breast as if nothing were amiss. “My, my,” he tuts, stalking across the room to deposit the stack of books he carries onto the small breakfast table by the balcony before returning his attention to you once more, “I left my wife this morning dripping with my spend and already I return to a babe.”

“Aemond!” You hiss, frowning when you hear Aegon whimper at your chest, “Please, he is already in a state.”

“And in our chambers,” Aemond takes a seat at the table, unlacing his boots before setting them to the side, along with his leather tunic, “Normally you two reserve this… intimacy for his rooms.” His long fingers quickly untie his trousers, leaving them hanging from his slender waist as he moves about your chambers, poking the fire in the hearth back to life and tidying the papers on the writing desk.

You soothe Aegon when he whimpers again, looking up at you with questioning, unsure eyes as a blush blooms on his cheeks. Even if his brother knows the details of your relationship with him, and even though he had walked in on him in this exact position before, he couldn’t help but feel so shy and vulnerable when he got this way.

“Shh, my sweet,” you speak softly to the man at your breast, running your fingers through his pale hair, “Just relax, you’re okay.” Your words seem to settle him and his eyes grow droopy and half-lidded once more, a contented groan rumbling through his chest.

“You should have seen him earlier,” you turn back to Aemond, eyes following him as he walks to your dressing table, “Poor thing came crying about court gossip.” You didn’t miss the small eye roll your husband gave at you calling his brother “poor thing” but you chose to ignore it for the time being; you didn’t love their endless taunts and teasing but they were still brothers, after all.

“And what was the sweet babe weeping about this time?” Aemond asks, his voice dripping with derision as he takes a cloth from the small wash basin on the dressing table and quickly wipes at his neck and shoulders, droplets of water streaming down his defined frame and running into the lines and dips of the muscles on his chest, arms, and abdomen.

Aegon growls at your chest, not missing the mockery in his brother’s tone. You try to calm him but it’s no use, he pulls off of your chest and throws Aemond a vicious look; you merely make yourself comfortable against the pillows and sigh tiredly. Gods be good, you thought, staring up at the stone ceiling as if the Seven would appear to offer their guidance; you love the two brothers more than anything else but you could do without their brotherly spats.

“Well?” Aemond goads, his eye widening as he stares at his brother, a silent challenge.

“He feared I was pregnant,” you interject quickly, attempting to quell the coming squabble before it broke out, “Apparently the ladies of court have nothing better to do than monitor my condition.” You put an arm around Aegon as you speak, as if keeping him close to you would keep the two men from bickering.

“You are my wife,” Aemond huffs out a sardonic laugh, a smirk playing at his lips as he wrings out the cloth and leaves it to dry on the side of the wash basin, “Why would it be of his concern if –”

Aegon growls against your breast again, letting your nipple fall from his pink lips as he fixes his brother with a glare, one that falters for half a second as you protectively tighten your hold on him. His dark eyes continue to glare at Aemond, following his every move as he comes to stand at the side of the bed, arms crossed over his chest as he studies the two of you.

“Hush, my love,” you pet at his head and shoulders in an attempt to soothe him once more, glaring at your husband in warning, “This is nothing we need worry ourselves with tonight.”

Aemond comes to sit next to you on the bed, giving Aegon a quick glare before he leans down and places a tender kiss to the top of your head. “You’re right,” he says into your hair, one hand coming up to cup the side of your face, “We need not trouble ourselves with it tonight.”

Aegon huffs against your chest once more and gives his brother a final warning glance before looking up at you with a questioning gaze, pouty lips parted in an unspoken question.

“You need some more time with mommy?” You ask him softly, grinning when he shyly nods, still so skittish of his needs around his brother. You coo and give him a nod, unable to stop the sigh that leaves you at the feel of his mouth on you once more. His tongue delicately licks at your hardened nipple before he sucks it into his mouth, still teasing it as he suckles.

You admire him for a moment, studying the way his long lashes fan out over his cheeks once his eyes slip closed, his arms wrapped protectively around your middle as he kneels at your side.

Finally, you turn your head to Aemond, surprised to see his eye trained on his brother, watching as he nurses at your breast. “Husband?” You ask tentatively; your relationship with both brothers was not a secret, at least not between the three of you, but even still, you rarely had them at the same time.

His eye finally meets yours and he smiles, cuddling you closer, which earns a small whine from Aegon as he’s forced to move a fraction of an inch with you. “You needn’t worry so much,” he keeps his voice soft as he speaks, trailing kisses down your temple and cheek, “I’m merely thinking.”

“About?”

“Putting a babe in you,” he all but growls into your ear before kissing the delicate skin just below it. “Seeing you grow with my child,” he continues, one hand skimming up your arm before he cups your unoccupied breast, long fingers kneading it gently before they pinch at your nipple, “Watching as these swell with your sweet milk.”

A shiver rolls through you at the thought, and at the salacious groan that vibrates from Aegon’s mouth. Your husband smirks at your reaction, watching proudly as your eyes become cloudy and unfocused.

“Do you like that?” Aemond asks against the column of your throat as his lips and teeth and tongue work against your skin, sucking marks into the flesh, “Like the thought of my seed filling you up, finally taking root?”

You hardly register Aegon’s whine, eyes squeezed shut as you feel your husband pressing himself to you, lips pressing against any bit of your skin he can reach, chuckling softly at how easy it is to work his brother up. “Wouldn’t that be something, brother?” Aemond questions sarcastically, his eye glimmering mischievously, “Wouldn’t she be so beautiful with my babe in her?”

The older brother grumbles something against you before redoubling his efforts, making you gasp as he begins suckling at you harshly, nose twitching in annoyance. You calm him as best you can, a shaky hand coming up and carding delicately through his hair – Aemond’s ministrations making it hard to concentrate.

“You’ll be such a good mother, sweetling,” Aemond says lowly, kissing his way down your stomach as he moves to kneel between your thighs, “So perfect and sweet and caring.” He continues, punctuating each word with a kiss against your abdomen, his long hair tickling the skin of your thighs.

“Aemond,” you pant softly, back arching as Aegon’s teeth just barely graze against your sensitive nipple, “Please!” You beg, though whether it’s to get him to stop taunting his brother or carry on with you, you cannot say.

“Shh,” he presses wet kisses against one of your thighs, lips trailing slowly up to where you want him most before he tilts his head and begins kissing up the other thigh as well, his pace torturously slow, “I always give you what you want, do I not?”

A loud, uncontained moan tears itself from your throat as Aemond presses a kiss against your folds, groaning into your heat as he tastes you. “Gods, you’re dripping,” he growls into your cunt, practically making out with your center as his hands come to rest on the tops of your thighs, holding you in place, “Did your babe not care for you at all?”

At this, Aegon pauses, whining against your breast as he lifts his head, thin tendrils of drool connecting his shining lips to your hardened nipple. The feeling of his mouth lifting off of you has you finally opening your eyes, only to be met with his wide, uncertain eyes.

“Mommy?” His voice is so small, so terribly worried at the thought that he may have disappointed you somehow.

“Oh, sweet prince,” you whisper, voice catching in your throat as you gasp at the feel of Aemond sucking your aching pearl into his mouth, worrying the sensitive skin between his lips. Your brows furrow with concentration as your eyes meet Aegon’s, your hands gently cupping his cheeks, “Don’t worry yourself,” you have to pause again as a curse slips past your lips, “You’re my perfect little baby, you could never disappoint me.”

You finally manage to pant out your reassurances, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head at the feel of Aemond’s hot tongue licking into your center, his nose pressed firmly against your bud as he fucks you on the long muscle, groaning into your slick folds as he savors your sweet taste. You stare desperately into Aegon’s dark eyes, back arching as your husband feasts on your cunt with practiced ease, the slick, squelching sounds of him licking into you and suckling at your pearl making you mewl and blush.

“You’re so beautiful, mommy,” Aegon murmurs softly, violet eyes staring at you with rapture, as if he’s trying to absorb the pleasure radiating from you, “So pretty.” He breathes finally and leans down to press a soft kiss against your lips, whimpering when he feels your tongue press into his mouth.

The men hold you like that for a moment, letting you lie back on the bed as they attend to you – Aemond murmuring dirty praises into your cunt as he licks at you wildly, flicking shapes and patterns against your pearl that have your head spinning; Aegon swallowing your wanton moans in his own mouth as he moves his lips against yours.

You whine against the older brother’s mouth when you feel your husband’s fingers gently prodding your center, gathering wetness on them before carefully pushing two into your heat. “Seven, you’re tight,” his breath is warm against your glossy folds, “Always so tight, feels so good, sweetling.” He purrs before quickly wrapping his lips around your bud once more, gently sucking at the tender flesh but combined with the pressure of his fingers, it’s enough to send you into a tailspin.

You pull away from Aegon with a gasp, back arching off the bed as you whine Aemond’s name, blushing as you hear the loud wet sounds emanating from where his fingers fuck into your cunt. Faintly, you hear Aegon whimpering next to you, his soft cries almost in time with yours as he presses soft kisses along your neck and shoulder.

“Mommy, my mommy,” he whispers in reverence, leaning across your chest to get to the breast he’s neglected thus far, kissing softly across your supple skin and teasing your nipple with the tip of his tongue before finally suckling it into his mouth, closing his eyes with a soft groan as he nurses, getting lost in the feel of you beneath him, your skin on his.

Aegon’s lips around your nipple has you breaking, every muscle in your body seeming to tense up as your high overtakes you. A strange mixture of their names leaves your lips in a rough moan as you squeeze your eyes shut, fire exploding through you.

“That’s it,” Aemond groans, crooking up his fingers within you as he feels your walls pulsing around them, pressing them into that rough patch he has memorized in your heat, the one he knows prolongs your peak, “Gods, that felt like a big one, sweetling.”

Somehow, you find it within yourself to nod tiredly, chest heaving as you catch your breath, slinging an arm over Aegon’s back as he sighs happily against your chest.

“Made you feel good, mommy,” he chuckles proudly around your breast, nipping and licking at your nipple as he tilts his head to meet your gaze, earning an annoyed huff from Aemond as he presses calming kisses against your thighs and hips.

He’s so proud of himself that you can’t help yourself from smiling and giggling, your fingers carding through his hair. “Oh, yes you did,” you coo, “You made me feel so good, my precious boy.”

Below you, Aemond bites at your thigh as a warning, making you jump. “Keep it up and you’ll only give him a bigger ego,” he rolls his eyes and presses wet kisses in a trail up your stomach, stopping only when he reaches Aegon, still lying across you. The bed dips as Aemond crawls back up to lie next to you, kissing his way up your neck and jaw before finally slotting his lips against your own.

A whimper escapes your lips as he does, one of your hands reaching up to run your fingers through his long hair, the pale strands threading between your digits like silk. He sighs into the kiss, one of his hands coming up to gently cup your neck, not choking but merely staking a claim. The action makes you mewl and he uses it to his advantage, quickly sliding his tongue across your bottom lip before entwining it with your own as he licks into your mouth. You can feel your face heat up as you taste yourself on his lips, squirming in his hold as Aegon continues licking and suckling at your hardened nipple, sending shivers of pleasure up your spine and quickly reigniting the flames in your belly.

Aemond smirks as your moans change in pitch, the familiar high-pitched, whiny cadence causing him to let out a low, vibrating growl himself.

“Please, Aemond,” you whisper against his lips, whimpering as he trails his kisses down your jaw and neck.

Your husband groans softly against your shoulder, a shudder rolling through him at the breathy way you say his name, his favorite sound. “You need not beg me, sweetling,” he sighs, gently gripping your hips and nodding for you to roll onto your side, “I’ve got you.”

Aegon whines as Aemond moves you, struggling to keep his soft lips latched around your peaked nipple, which earns him another eye roll from your husband. Quickly, you settle onto your side, both arms immediately wrapping around Aegon to hold him close. His pale hair tickles your lips as you press a sweet kiss to the crown of his head, softly giggling as he desperately suckles your nipple back into his mouth; your sweet boy could be at your breast for hours and it still wouldn’t be enough for him.

The bed dips on either side of you as the two men bracket you between them, Aemond behind you and Aegon in front. Your husband presses kisses against the back of your shoulder as he slots himself against you, the warmth of his chest pressing against your back sends a shiver down your spine and makes your already stiff nipples harden to the point of aching.

“Iksā sīr gevie, ñuha ābrazȳrys,” Aemond whispers against your shoulder as he trails a hand over your curves, humming appreciatively as he palms the swell of your arse, “Avy jorrāelan sīr olvie.” (You are so beautiful, my wife, I love you so much.)

You whimper at his words, your heart twisting happily in your chest as you recall their meaning from the lessons he had given you during your courtship. “Avy jorrāelan tolī, ñuha valzȳrys,” you manage to moan brokenly, “So much, Aemond!” You breathe, foggy brain unable to keep up with translations any longer. (I love you too, my husband.)

A gasp leaves you as Aemond presses himself against you tightly as you realize that he had managed to tug off his trousers at some point, his length slotting beautifully between your thighs as he ruts against you.

“Gods!” Your slick folds part greedily as your husband rubs against your center, coating his cock in your juices, the tip rubbing deliciously against your pearl, “Oh, Aemond!”

“Shhh,” he breathes against your ear as one of his warm hands latches onto your thigh and pulls it up, giving him more room to guide his cock into your heat, “I’ve got you, sweetling, I have you.”

You nod, near delirious, practically sobbing as he finally guides himself into you, filling you perfectly. Your head lolls back, further into his embrace as he slowly presses into you, stretching you as he finally bottoms out, stones pressed firmly to your backside as a low, gravelly groan vibrates against your back.

“You feel so good,” you moan breathily, your fingers scrambling through Aegon’s hair as you press his mouth against you, earning a whimper from the prince as he takes your breast further into his mouth, suckling at it greedily, spit leaking from the corners of his lips.

“Feels perfect,” Aemond huffs, grunting as he begins moving his hips against yours, eye squeezing shut at the feel of your slick walls sucking him in as you quiver around his length, “You feel perfect, tight little cunt.” He mutters, more to himself than to you, hissing the words between clenched teeth.

You let yourself get lost for a moment, a light sheen of sweat blanketing your skin from the heat of the two men around you. You make no attempt to stop soft, satisfied moans from slipping out of your lips, breathing your pleasure against Aegon’s forehead as Aemond rocks into you, thrusting his hips in a well-practiced pattern as he fills you again and again. Your husband’s grip tightens on your thigh, making your eyes roll back deliciously as Aegon flicks his tongue against your nipple before greedily sucking it back into his mouth.

A few moments later, you’re brought out of your reverie by a slick feeling at the front of your thigh, small whimpers and whines from the man at your breast finally managing to trickle their way into your consciousness.

You finally open your eyes, letting out a soft moan as you take in the sight before you – Aegon suckling desperately at your sensitive breast, his dark eyes looking up at you pleadingly, already shimmering with unshed tears, as he ruts his hard length against your thigh, already leaking glossy trails onto your skin with every movement.

“Ohh,” you coo softly, pressing a kiss to his sweat-damp forehead as you wrap your hand around his length, feeling it immediately twitch in your grasp, “You need mommy to take care of you?” You ask breathily.

“P-Please,” Aegon whimpers brokenly, flicking his tongue over your nipple as he nods his head, “Hurts!” He whines, voice thick as tears leak from the corners of his eyes.

You press another comforting kiss to his forehead, gasping in time with Aemond’s hard thrusts as you begin slowly teasing the prince’s hard length, cooing again as you feel him pulsing in your grasp. “What a good boy,” you whine, swirling your thumb against his leaking tip, “Getting so hard from hearing mommy get fucked, hm?”

You feel him shudder against you, a low groan sounding against your breast as his hips fuck up into your hold. He whines as you let go of his cock for a second, quickly running your fingers around where Aemond spears into you. Your husband grunts behind you at the sensation as you quickly gather some of your juices on your fingers, moaning brokenly as you flick them around your pearl for a second before returning your attention to Aegon.

Your face heats as you suddenly get a dirty idea and you take a second to spread some of your juices across your unoccupied breast, chuckling breathily as Aegon immediately abandons the one he’s currently suckling on, a loud moan snaking past his lips when you wrap your slick fingers around his cock once again, easing his thrusts into your fists.

“Greedy babe,” Aemond grunts from over your shoulder, watching as Aegon frantically licks around your breast, humming excitedly at your sweet taste before latching onto your nipple once more, “Suckling at any part of my sweet wife he can reach.”

A fire lights in your belly at Aemond’s words as you’re surprised he’s addressing Aegon at all, his teasing lilt only adding to the heat within you. The prince whines within your grasp, his face flushing to a deeper shade of pink than it already is and his violet eyes shoot daggers in his brother’s general direction, not caring that he can’t see them.

Suddenly, Aemond lets go of your thigh, leaving you to sling it over one of Aegon’s pale hips as he continues thrusting his cock into you, deep and slow. His hand instead settles on one breast and he lovingly palms at it, humming with satisfaction at its weighty feel in his hand.

A loud whine leaves you as his fingers pinch around your overly-sensitive bud, tweaking and tugging at the swollen skin. Your back arches, loud whimpers tumbling past your lips as his touch borders on pain. Aegon growls at your sounds of discomfort, letting your nipple fall from his lips as he sits up just enough to throw him a malicious glare over your shoulder.

“Ngh!” Your little prince grunts, smacking Aemond’s hand away from you before wrapping an arm around your waist protectively and pressing soft kisses to your abused breast, “Mommy?” He questions softly, teary eyes searching yours, desperately wanting to make sure you’re alright.

“Shh, shh,” you soothe sweetly, carding your fingers through his hair as he lays his head on your pillow once more, “Mommy’s okay, my sweet, thank you.” Your words are breathy, feeling halfway forced out of you as Aemond’s thrusts speed up, your mind growing fuzzy as the head of his cock moves against the sensitive spot within you perfectly, making you clench around him. Aegon continues thrusting into your grasp, his hands frantically grabbing onto any parts of you he can reach.

“Pathetic,” Aemond huffs at his brother, biting into the sensitive skin of your neck, “So whiny, fuck, so whiny under your muña’s touch you can’t even speak.” (Mother’s)

Aegon whines again, a high, pitiful sound against your beast as he latches onto you once more, low groans ripping through him as the leaking head of his cock rubs against your soft thigh.

“Hush,” you admonish, one arm hugging possessively around the prince, “Mommy’s taking good care of her sweet little boy, isn’t she?”

“Y-Yes,” Aegon breathes brokenly around a soft moan, his cock twitching desperately in your hand, “Yes, yes, yes!” He chants around your breast, soft little words in time with each stroke of your hand.

You can see him start to lose himself — watching as his eyes grow ever more glossy, tears welling up in the corners while throaty sobs and sighs warm your breast, his length seeming to get somehow thicker in your grasp as the head of his cock positively weeps against you.

“What a good boy,” you sigh encouragingly, smiling proudly, glowing with the knowledge that you can reduce him to such a state, “Are you close, my sweet?”

He nods desperately, soft grunts accompanying the thrusts of his hips up into your grasp. You keep your pace steady, your own head swimming as your release builds within you.

After another few seconds, Aegon begins shaking helplessly in your grasp, his chest heaving as sobs are wrenched from his throat. “That’s it,” you murmur softly, feeling your cunt clench around Aemond’s length at the sight of the prince coming undone before you, making the other man groan loudly behind you, “Come on, I know you’re so close, show mommy how good she makes you feel, my love.”

As always, your soft approval is what unravels him. You moan loudly, watching him fall apart in your arms, relishing the soft moans and sighs of your name as they fall from his pouty lips, the way his hips stutter in your hold. You gasp softly at the feel of his cock twitching between the two of you, his spend coating his belly and chest in pearlescent streaks.

Before he’s even had the chance to recover, your sweet boy finds it within himself to bring one hand down, greedily seeking out your bud. He sighs happily when you cry out his name, his fingers circling your aching pearl perfectly, just in the way you’d taught him, his chest still heaving with his own release.

“Oh, Gods!” You gasp, your own hips rutting back and forth between the two men, “So c-close, fuck!” You whine, the fire in your belly threatening to consume you.

“That’s a good girl,” Aemond grunts, hips thrusting into you at a maddening pace, “Do you want me to breed a baby into your wet little cunt, sweetling?”

You and Aegon whine at the same instant, yours in pleasure and his in annoyance. Your walls clench desperately at your husband's thick length, making him chuckle breathlessly behind you.

“Find your pleasure, sweet girl,” he groans, his thrusts somehow perfectly timed to the swirls of Aegon’s fingers against your bud, “Peak and I’ll put a little babe in your belly, my love.”

Aemond’s promise, Aegon’s soft whine, and the feel of their touches mingling on your slick heat finally pushes you over the edge once more. Your cunt pulses around Aemond as you slip over the edge, your pearl buzzing and twitching under Aegon’s fingers as flames of pleasure lick up your spine, sparks exploding behind your eyelids as you cry out against Aegon’s neck.

Your release claws Aemond’s out of him as well, the feeling of his seed emptying into you spurring your peak on further. You whimper, mouthing at the pale skin of your prince’s throat as you feel warmth bloom within you, your husband’s harsh strokes finally slowing to a stop.

The three of you lay silent for a while, the only sounds in your chambers being soft pants and sighs. Finally, Aemond carefully pulls his length from you, soothing you gently when you whine.

“Seven,” he groans softly, watching his seed slip slowly from your spent center, “Perhaps this time we should let it take.” He muses as he gets up from the bed, retrieving a fresh cloth from your dressing table and quickly cleaning your center and thighs.

“But,” Aegon whimpers softly, drawing your attention back to him as he looks at you with wide, worried eyes, “What…what about me?” The meekness in his voice makes your heart ache as you hurriedly hush him, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes with your thumbs.

“You don’t worry about a thing, my little love,” you reassure him, pulling him into your arms and rocking him slowly against you, “No matter what the future holds, you will always be my precious little prince. I swear it.” You promise, pressing soft kisses to each of his cheeks, one of your hands tickling at his side until he squirms and giggles against you, burying his head in your neck with a tired sigh.

Aemond huffs again, setting his eyepatch on the table by your bed before he assumes his spot next to you once more, slinging an arm over your waist as he makes himself comfortable.

On your other side, Aegon shuffles down the bed once more, making you giggle softly as he presses feather light kisses to your breast, sighing happily at the mere feel of your supple skin against his lips as he cozies himself against you.

“Maybe we should hold off on the moon tea this time,” Aemond ponders, mumbling against your shoulder as his fingers trace soothing patterns into the soft skin of your hip, “Surely an actual babe could be no more difficult than the one we already seem to have.”

Aegon whines, Aemond chuckles, and you tiredly groan.

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 9 months

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𝐒𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲

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Summary: Catching your brother, Aegon, in a most compromising position starts your journey into sexual discovery.

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), incest/Targcest, kinda innocent sister!reader, religious guilt, jealous Ae boys, voyeurism (accidental and noncon), slight dubcon, thigh riding, oral (m and f!receiving), squirting, loss of virginity, threesome, spitroast (if you squint), multiple creampies, and slight breeding kink

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All morning, during the breaking of their fast and now in the training yard, Aemond could tell his elder brother was trying so hard to not burst at the seams, his mouth in a perpetual smirk that made him and everyone around him uncomfortable.

Aegon always did this when he had a secret to share, he couldn’t wait to tell someone, even when he wasn’t supposed to. But that was the thrill of it, Aemond supposed, not that he could ever understand his brother’s motivations. He stopped trying to figure Aegon out a long time ago, but still, he knew his brother was going to blurt out whatever nonsense he was keeping to himself sooner or later, and figured he might as well get it over with.

“Speak now or I fear you’ll go blue in the face.”

“I caught her staring at my cock this morning.”

“What?” Aemond hissed, only one sentence uttered and he’s too easily exhausted by his brother’s ramblings. “Who?” He asked, already bored of the conversation, immediately regretting his decision.

“Our dear little sister.” Now, that got his attention.

“And what, brother, was your cock doing out in the open in her presence?” He growled, his fists balling up, nails digging into his palms.

“Relax, it was an accident. She came in to wake me for the breaking of our fast and…mini Aegon always gets a bit jumpy in the morning.” Aemond wished he had both of his eyes so he could roll them both dramatically. “I was a bit hungover and forgot I didn’t have any clothes on when I got out of bed.”

“Why must you traumatize everyone in our family, even her?”

“Oh, she didn’t look quite so traumatized at all.” Aegon smirked, causing Aemond to furrow his brows.

“What do you mean?”

“She looked intrigued, brother. Our little, sweet, innocent sister. I don’t even think she’s ever even seen a cock before, with the way mother and grandsire hover about her like vultures.” And then Aegon genuinely smiled, a somewhat devious smile, but a smile nonetheless. “I’m glad it was my cock she saw first. I’m glad it wasn’t yours.”

And that, earned Aegon a black eye, though Aemond easily got out of trouble by claiming it was a training accident.

It’s not like Aemond was jealous. You were his baby sister, so innocent and naive; he wanted to shelter you from all harm and obscenities, and now he had Aegon to worry about. Though, he did notice rage rising in his chest at the thought of Aegon giving you a taste of what adulthood could bring first. But he was also probably right in thinking you’ve never seen a man’s private area before. Why does the thought of that make Aemond’s own cock swell? Perhaps he would have to be the first man to muddy your innocence.

For you, you truly hadn’t meant to see your brother in such a situation that morning, you wished you could take it back, but you couldn’t. Now, you were burdened with the image of Aegon’s length burned into your mind and he chose to make it even worse by smirking at you all throughout breakfast.

You weren’t completely naïve as everyone seemed to think, you knew basic anatomy and how babies were made. You had not, however, seen a man’s penis in real life before. You didn’t even know to think that they could be so…large. Perhaps it was just Aegon? You couldn’t know for sure unless you actually investigated, but how unbefitting that would be of a noble lady? You already felt so sinful, the image of a naked Aegon constantly in your mind that you had to go to the Sept to pray. Of course, it didn’t do much but make you feel even more guilty.

Walking back to your chambers through the apartments after a late night snack in the kitchens after your trip to the Sept with your mother, you froze in your tracks as you heard a soft whining noise coming from your eldest brother’s chambers. Was he in pain?

Your face flushed with heat as you heard Aegon’s moan echoing in his chambers, the distant sound of slurping causing you to cringe, realizing he wasn’t in pain at all. But you were so intrigued, you couldn’t help but peek through the obvious crack in the door.

The sight was obscene, you’d never witnessed anything like it. A servant girl had her mouth on your brother’s length, bobbing her head up and down, her hand stroking what she couldn't fit, which was much. Though, Aegon didn’t seem to take lightly to that. You almost gasped when he grabbed onto the maid’s hair tightly, forcing her head down until she gagged, but she also didn’t seem to mind all that much. In fact, she was moaning and the more she moaned, you noticed, Aegon himself seemed to be in more pleasure.

You felt your heart stop as Aegon spotted you in the doorframe and made eye contact with you. Suddenly, he smirked and you realized that his chamber door might’ve been left slightly open on purpose.

Aegon kept his intense eye contact with you as he started to buck his hips into the girl’s mouth, his moans intensifying and his brows furrowed in concentration, and you couldn't look away. An unfamiliar throbbing started in between your legs, and you felt like crying, the feeling so foreign and quite scary. Then, Aegon started to speak.

“Fuck, taking my cock so well, aren’t you?” He was speaking to the maid, but all his attention was solely on you. “You gonna be a good little slut for me and let me come in your mouth?” The maid seemed to hum in a sort of affirmation, but Aegon’s gaze only shifted from your eyes to your lips, how they were slightly parted as you started to breathe heavily. “Such perfect lips, wrapped around my cock so sweetly. Fuck, would have you on your knees night and day if I could. Gods, I’m gonna come. You want it? Beg for it.”

You involuntarily let out a whine, the sweet little noise sending Aegon over the edge, letting out a strained groan as he painted the inside of the maid’s mouth with his cum. He smiled at you as he came down from his high, his eyes only seeming to darken at the sight of you still watching. But you became so embarrassed and ashamed, you fled the scene, locking yourself in your chambers and crying yourself to sleep.

Aegon couldn’t wait to tell Aemond.

And Aemond could’ve gutted Aegon right then and there the next morning as his wretched brother relayed the previous night’s events. He went too far, now you were probably scarred for life. Aemond didn’t like the thought of you marred and tainted by someone else. He wished you to stay pure forever, though he knew the idea was far-fetched in this world.

Aemond decided to check on you, perhaps apologize for their brother’s lecherous behavior. And approaching your chamber door and placing his ear to the wood, he could hear you crying faintly and his heart broke a little. He sighed, opening the door as quietly as he could not to scare you, wanting to be gentle with you while Aegon was more than a little rough.

Aemond’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of you. You were crying, but for a different reason than he originally thought.

You were in your bed, bare, with your hand between your legs. Your dainty fingers were pushing apart your soaked folds, desperately rubbing circles where you thought your clitoris was. Aemond’s cock swelled immediately, opting to stay quiet and watch you from the shadows, which he was thankful he was so good at.

You were frustrated, that much he could tell. It seemed like no matter how hard or how fast, you could never reach your peak. He felt sorry for you, truly, but he decided he could watch you forever like this. Tears rolling down your cheeks, your body writhing and twisting, trying to find the right angle but never achieving your intended goal.

Aemond could step in. He could go to you right now and help you reach your climax, over and over again. His cock twitched in his trousers at the thought of taking your maidenhead, making you come on his cock so many times you would beg him to have mercy on you. You were his little sister, your maidenhead would and should belong to him sooner or later, why not speed up the process?

Aemond almost took the step he would need to open your door all the way, but you cried out in frustration, giving up and removing your hand from yourself, groaning in pain. You curled in on yourself, hugging your pillow, hitting it a few times. You poor, poor thing, Aemond though. Maybe the thought of you being so desperate that you begged him to help you is what eventually got Aemond to walk away. But as soon as he got back to his own chambers, he made himself come to the memory of you touching yourself.

Aemond couldn’t wait to tell Aegon.

And Aegon was furious. How dare Aemond get to see you naked first? And how dare he not help you in your obvious time of need? You clearly didn’t know how to properly pleasure yourself.

Aegon wasn’t that selfish. If it was him that walked in on you, he would’ve jumped in bed with you and helped you relieve yourself…multiple times…in multiple ways. First, he’d teach you how to make yourself come, he was somewhat of an expert on the matter. Then, he’d make you come himself: on his fingers, his tongue, his cock, his thigh, his belly. Anywhere. Anywhere, Aegon thought, he’d have you use every single part of his body to make yourself release.

Aegon decided he’d be the first man to make you have a climax. He giggled as he imagined Aemond’s expression after the fact, knowing how territorial he was over you. Aegon knew his younger brother was in love with you, had been since the lot of you were children, but Aemond was also an emotionally constipated twat who’d rather lose his other eye than talk about his feelings. But enough about Aemond, who cares about Aemond? Aegon was now a man on a mission.

Aegon chose to ambush you, considering that’s what he was best at, his impulsiveness. Though, he probably could’ve chosen a better location than some secluded hallway of the Keep. Thankfully, he wasn’t a terribly picky person.

“Are you well, dear sister?” Aegon asked, jogging to catch up with you on your walk. He could tell you were thinking about that night, the way you never met his gaze and the few scarce glances you took of his clothed cock giving you away.

“Yes, thank you, brother.” You hurried out, starting to walk a bit faster, now desperate to get to your own chambers to attempt to fix the throbbing between your legs again.

“Something on your mind, darling?” Darling…huh, that was new.

“Nothing.” You stuttered, almost tripping over your skirts in an attempt to speed walk away, but Argon was there to catch you…and pin you to the wall. “Aegon! What on earth do you think you’re doing?” You gasped in surprise.

“You sure sound fragile and innocent for someone who craves their older brother’s cock.” Aegon pressed himself against you, his thigh pushing in between your legs slightly.

“I surely don’t know what you mean! Unhand me this instant!” You let out a high pitched whine as Aegon pressed his knee hard between your legs, brushing over that spot you were so desperate to find.

“Don’t act so coy, we both know how much you enjoyed watching me getting sucked off. Isn’t that right, sweet sister?”

“I…I didn’t mean-”

“Shh,” Aegon interrupted, pressing his index finger to your lips, entranced by how soft they were, “and I know you’ve been struggling recently. I just want to be a good big brother and help you out. I hate to think of you in pain.” He cooed in mock sympathy, and before you could ask what he meant, he started to grind your hips into his thigh, grinning devilishly at your strangled moan.

“A-Aegon…”

“Shut up.” He snapped, grabbing your roots at the nape of your neck, tugging harshly, making you cry out in pain. “Quiet now, or we’ll get caught…and you won’t find that release you’ve been so trying for.”

Your eyes widened. “How did you-?”

“Aemond just wanted to make sure you were okay, but instead he found you writhing about in bed like a wanton whore.” He tched disapprovingly, lifting up your skirts with his hand, pushing his thigh against your bare cunt. Aegon giggled darkly, “I can feel you soaking me through my trousers, dirty girl.”

“I’m sorry.”

Aegon smirked, surging forward to capture your lips in your first kiss, muffling your loud moan as he forced your cunt to grind on his thigh. It was forceful and sloppy, tongue and teeth clashing together; but you were shocked at yourself when you realized that you enjoyed it.

No, you thought, this was all wrong. This is exactly what your mother warned you about. If it felt good, it was a sin. You couldn’t dare disobey her, so you whined as you pushed Aegon’s mouth off yours, only for him to move down to suckle at your neck. “Brother, this is wrong.” You begged, your hips stuttering as you neared some sort of high.

“Tell me to stop.”

“S-Stop…”

Aegon grinned, and in a sing-songy voice, “That didn’t sound too terribly convincing, sweet sister.”

“Stop!” You spoke, more determined. “If my virtue is called into question, we’ll lose any potential allies we could gain through marriage!” You whisper yelled, trying to keep in your moans all the while.

Aegon giggled, as if Aemond would allow you to be married off to someone other than him. “You say that like it’s a horrid thing.” He forced your hips to continue their pace as he growled, “You’re an idiot if you think we’d let you be married off to someone other than us.”

“Aegon-!” You gasped. “Something's happening…” You spoke fearfully, your soft moans escaping you profusely.

“Good. That’s good. Come for me, darling.”

He pushed you over the edge, your body betraying you, making you feel sinfully euphoric when this was all so, so wrong. “By the Seven…” You’d have to pray day and night for a whole week in the Sept to even attempt to atone for this egregious act.

Aegon hummed, playfully disapproving. “You should pray to me, not the gods. For I am the only one who’s made you feel this way, yes?”

You nodded meekly.

“Let it stay that way.”

The next day, Aemond found it hard to be in your company knowing your dalliance with Aegon, who rushed to tell him right after it happened, jealousy and envy coursing through his veins. And rage, that you allowed such a thing to occur, though he knew his brother could be quite, er, persuasive. The memory of watching you try to gratify yourself also makes it quite…hard.

You and Aemond would often spend time in the library together, reading different books and trading them afterwards, discussing your opinions. But now what was once a relaxing and enjoyable occasion, was now filled with tension.

Aemond could tell you were nervous, the way you kept shifting in your seat, reading the same passage over and over again but never comprehending the words, not when you felt so vulnerable under his scrutinizing gaze. He knew that you knew he had watched you touch yourself pathetically, but you were terrified and wanted to avoid a discussion altogether. But not, Aemond couldn’t have that, not when you let Aegon make you come for the first time.

“Aegon told me what happened.” You almost jumped at the sound of his voice, no matter how soft his tone was, you were so on edge.

“It…It happened so suddenly, I didn’t know what was going on!” You tried to explain yourself, but you felt like you were just digging an even deeper hole for yourself. “I don’t know what happened…”

“Did you enjoy it?”

You blushed, avoiding his gaze. “I…I…”

You gasped as Aemond grabbed your jaw harshly, forcing you to look at him, his gaze piercing. “Did. You. Enjoy it?”

“Yes.” You blurted, tears coming to your eyes, your face burning with shame.

Aemond hummed, a small, almost imperceptible smirk adorning his face. “Do you want to feel that feeling again, dōna mandia?”

“W-What?” You stuttered. “I don’t even know what that feeling was.”

“Don’t worry, sweet sister. If you’d allow me to educate you?”

“Aemond…I don’t.”

“Shh,” He cooed, your eyes widening as he sank to his knees in front of you, “let me teach you…”

“I suppose…if it’s for the sake of education.” Besides, it’s not like you had the physical strength to stop your brother from pushing up your skirt, a lust filled gleam in his eye. That throbbing coming from your core started up again, and you realized it was arousal, but you didn’t know a woman could feel such things. You were only ever taught a man would…become engorged, to pass his semen into the woman, hopefully creating a little life in the process. You’ve heard that it felt pleasurable to a man, but never a woman. The woman would have to lie there while the man did all the work, putting the latter in immense pain. It didn’t sound too terribly alluring, but then that day with Aegon…

Your thoughts were interrupted when Aemond kissed your core, his breath fanning over the slick that had gathered there, a weak gasp escaping your lips. “Poor thing, so needy, aren’t you?” He spoke sympathetically, his tone not that genuine, but made you shiver nonetheless. “I’m sorry you had to struggle so, but I’m here to help you now, sweet girl.”

Parting your folds similarly to how you did the other day, he planted a sloppy openmouthed kiss to your most sensitive area, making you let out a loud gasp. You whined as he placed his thumb there, rubbing torturously slow circles over it. “This is what you were trying to find, isn’t that right? This is how you were able to feel so euphoric with our idiot brother. He was cruel to not teach you about your own body, leaving you stranded. But I must admit, I’m glad that I can teach you instead.” Your mind went hazy at his words, his thumb not stopping its ministrations, making it difficult to comprehend what he was telling you. But gods, you did not want him to stop.

“I thought-” You quickly stopped yourself, too embarrassed to speak your mind.

“Tell me.” Aemond insisted.

“I didn’t know…a woman could feel this way.”

Aemond frowned, caressing the inside of your thighs was his other unoccupied hand. “The truth is, men are afraid to give women pleasure, fearing it will give them too much power over them. But I suppose that it is sometimes true. I’m afraid you have much power over me, mandia.”

You let out a strangled moan as Aemond surged forward, running his warm tongue over your folds like a man starved, his efforts focused on your bundle of nerves, driving you so easily to your peak. You gripped onto his hair like a lifeline, trying to survive this onslaught of pleasure. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to the feeling, even less the way you were receiving it. It’s like Aemond was in the exact position Aegon’s maid was the other night, on his knees with his mouth on you, and you wondered if your eldest brother felt as weak with pleasure as you did now. But from what you could tell, Aemond was receiving pleasure from this as well, even though there was no stimulation to his length.

Aemond’s moaning caused vibrations that threatened to encompass you completely, your walls pulsing and contracting around nothing. Then you felt prodding at your entrance, a finger deftly slipping inside you without warning, causing you to cry out. Even with just one of Aemond’s fingers, you felt so full. How in the world would you be able to fit a man’s member inside when the time comes? He curled his finger inwards, hitting a spot inside that you didn’t even know was there. “Do you feel that, little one?” He smiled as you nodded feverishly. “That is one of the many other pleasure spots in a woman’s body. Though, it can be more difficult to find, considering its location. Most of the time, a woman needs stimulation to her pearl to find release, but there are some who can come from this spot as well, if their lover is adept enough. Would you like to find out if you are one of these women?”

You couldn’t even get an answer out before Aemond started to thrust his finger in and out, adding a second when he thought you were slick enough, curling in a come hinder motion that you swore you could see stars dot your vision. More and more, he increased the pressure to your front wall, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt something build and build until you froze. “Aemond, s-stop-! It feels like I have to-”

Aemond ignored you, in fact, only seemed to increased his thrusts until you were practically wailing, a gush of wetness shooting out of your core, coating Aemond’s hand with clear fluid, your face flushing with heat as you realized what you’d done. “Gevie.” He spoke so softly, you couldn’t possibly be embarrassed anymore. You twitched and whimpered in overstimulation when Aemond licked up your puffy folds, humming as he tasted your release. “So good. Aegon didn’t make you do that, did he?” He smirked proudly, at you and himself.

“I didn’t even think that was possible…”

“Well, I’d love to make you come like that again and again, but I’m afraid it’s nearing supper time. Perhaps I could give you a proper educational lesson soon?” Still dazed and your mind hazy with pleasure, you nodded absentmindedly, causing Aemond to let out a little chuckle as he rose to his feet, adjusting his trousers with a grunt. He leaned down so that his lips were right next to your ear, “I’ll see you at the dinner table, sweet sister.”

And after a long miserable supper full of tension, for you anyway, Aemond took Aegon aside to boast in his talent.

“You made her do what?!” Aegon shrieked, thankfully not loud enough to be heard past the musicians that were still playing after the dinner. “Tell me how you did that, brother! You must!”

Aemond rolled his eye. “Perhaps you should spend more time reading and actually educating yourself rather than mess around with the chambermaids and ladies on the Street of Silk.”

Aegon scoffed dismissively. “Who has time for reading?” I would hope the future lord of the Seven Kingdoms would make the time, Aemond thought coldly. He watched Aegon in disdain as he watched you take your leave back to your chambers, bidding your mother and grandsire goodnight, a dreamy expression on his face. “I want to be the one to take her maidenhead.”

Aemond growled as he grabbed ahold of the collar of Aegon’s shirt, pushing him against the nearest wall. “You shall do no such thing.” But the elder brother only grinned playfully, making Aemond nearly explode in rage. “She’s mine. She will be wed to me someday, not you.”

“Well, I suppose we’ll see. May the best brother win.”

Aemond knew he was the better brother, and he knew he couldn't wait around for Aegon to take what is rightfully his.

As soon as the moon rose up into the sky, most of the Keep’s residents settling down for the night, Aemond quietly left his chambers through the secret passageways, stalking his way to yours. He was already half hard, imagining your look of surprise, imagining your cries of pain and pleasure as he stretched you with his cock for the first time. He mindlessly started to walk faster, desperate to finish this tedious competition.

Aemond underestimated his elder brother, and Aegon knew that. Everyone underestimated him, but rightfully so. But when it came to pleasures of the flesh, Aegon was right there, like a good studious boy. But even he was surprised he got to your chambers before Aemond did.

You never failed to take Aegon’s breath away, no matter what you were doing. Much like now, you were simply brushing the tangles out of your locks while sitting at your vanity, the moon shining through your windows giving you an ethereal glow. Unfortunately, Aegon couldn’t silently admire you for long as you much too quickly noticed him in your mirror.

“Aegon?” You squeaked, placing your hand over your heart in surprise.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, little sister.” He tried to not take your body in, only in a thin little shift that barely left anything to the imagination, but ultimately failed.

“What are you doing here, Aegon?” You almost scowled, honestly getting exhausted at the attention your brothers were giving you as of late.

“I can’t wish my dear sister goodnight?”

“We both know those are not your true intentions.”

Aegon shrugged, a lazy smile on his face. “You caught me. I’m a villain. What shall you do to punish me, hm?”

Your face flushed at his words, the thought of having to give out a punishment made an unwanted pang of arousal resonate through your lower belly. “You should leave, mother doesn’t like me having visitors when she’s not present, she’d have a fit if she found out you were in here.”

Aegon ignored your words, in fact, they seemed to spur him on further. You tried taking a step back as he moved closer to you, but letting out a small gasp as the back of your thighs hit your vanity. “Let her find out then.” And without another word, his lips were on yours, snaking his hand around to gently tug the roots of your hair at the nape of your neck, forcefully shoved his tongue in your mouth with an obnoxious moan.

“Aegon-” You tried pulling away, “stop.” But he wouldn’t have it, using both his hands to pull you as close as possible, your chest pressing against his. His knee found a similar position between your thighs like he did the other day, making you grind your core against him.

“I heard Aemond got to taste your sweet little cunt,” He said disapprovingly, “made you come so hard you made a mess all over his hand. But I can assure you, darling, I can make you come with just my big cock. Would you like that?”

You shook your head, trying to flee as he dragged you to your bed, hearing the sound of his belt unbuckling as he ripped your shift right off you. “Aegon, please-!”

“Shh,” You cried out as he ran his fingers through your folds, grinning at how much slickness was gathered there, “you’re so wet for me. You can say you don’t want me as much as you want, but your body is telling me a different story.”

That was the problem, you did want him, but you also wanted Aemond. You couldn’t possibly have both and you didn’t want to have to choose too early. “This is a bad idea, brother, please.” Your words fell on deaf ears, Aegon replying by burying his face in your cunny, slurping up your essence and moaning at the taste.

“Fuck, better than I couldn’t imagined. Aemond’s a fool to think he can have you all to himself. This sweet pussy needs as much love as it can take.”

“Aegon!” You cried out as he suckled on your nub, your body jolting and writhing violently as he quickly began to overstimulate you. “Too much, it’s too much!” You wailed, trying to pry his mouth from your core, to no avail, until a deep growling voice echoed through your chambers.

“Now what do we have here?”

You and Aegon both went wide eyed at the sight of Aemond, his eye glazed over in a dark glare. “Brother,” Aegon smiled, “welcome. You’re just in time for the feast.” He teased, only for Aemond to tear his brother away from you, making you let out a pained whine at the loss of stimulation.

“I told you that she’s mine, you dirty bastard. Her lips, her cunt, her whole body included.”

You didn’t know what came over you, but your hand lowered until you reached the combined wetness of your slick and Aegon’s spit, the lubrication adding to the pleasure on your clit. Seeing your brothers fighting over you awoke something primal in you, and you couldn’t resist how desperate it made you. “Aemond…” You whined, bucking your hips against your fingers.

Aemond and Aegon both looked down at you, writhing and whimpering for release and suddenly, their rivalry didn’t seem to matter all that much. “I never was good at sharing, but I suppose…just this once.” Aemond whispered, lowering himself to his knees, replacing your fingers with his tongue.

Aegon grinned as he moved around to kiss you passionately, palming himself through his trousers and taking his hard cock out of its confines. You didn’t even comprehend him taking your hand and placing it on his length until you felt it, the silky skin warm and pulsing in your palm. “Stroke me, like this, sweet girl.” He guided your hand movements, letting go as you got used to the rhythm, your ministrations stuttering as Aemond’s tongue pushed you closer and closer to your peak.

Before you could reach your climax, Aemond pulled away, removing all his clothes as you begged to come, Aegon grunted as your grip tightened. “Let me show you how I made her come the other day, brother. It is truly a sight to see, and I’m feeling generous.” Aemond spoke softly, pushing you back farther up your bed, spreading your legs as far as possible.

Aegon eagerly placed himself between your legs, pushing two fingers inside of you at Aemond’s instruction. You moaned loudly as Aegon started to curl his fingers against that spongy spot at your front walls, that familiar sensation building and building. “That feel good, darling?” He teased.

“Yes!” You stuttered, whimpered as Aemond sat beside you, kneading your breasts in his hands and placing sloppy kisses at your neck as Aegon continued to bring you to your peak. “Oh, gods, Aegon-!”

“She’s close, keep fingering her until she starts to leak, then pull out and rub her clit. If you’re lucky, she’ll soak your face.” Aemond instructed, and all you could do was be at their mercy.

Aemond held you down as you started to buck wildly against Aegon’s fingers, the lewd squelching noises coming from your cunt making your face flush with heat, feeling like your blood could be sweating through the pores of your cheeks any minute. You were babbling nonsense as you felt your peak swiftly approaching, tears dripping copiously down your cheeks, barely registering Aemond’s fingers wiping them away as he softly cooed praises into your ears. “Yes, yes, yes-!” You wailed, feeling that gush of wetness burst out of you as you came, hearing Aegon’s laugh of surprise as you shot your release all over his hand, chest, and face.

“Fuck, that was so…”

“I know.” Aemond interrupted. “Such a good girl for us, isn’t she?”

Aegon smirked. “For us, huh?”

“Don’t push it.” Aemond shoved Aegon out of the way, manhandling your body like you were a ragdoll, your intense release rendering you completely useless. But they were far from done with you yet, if their fully erect lengths told you anything. All you could do was wait until you felt Aemond’s cock prodding at your entrance, the tip much thicker than his or Aegon’s fingers.

“Be gentle…please.” You begged, your words slurring together slightly.

“Yes, brother,” Aegon spoke, “be gentle with her, because I won’t be. You know that.”

Ignoring his brother’s words, Aemond leaned down to kiss you sweetly. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll go as slow as you like.” Causing Aegon to scoff at the sentiment.

You whimpered as Aemond slowly pushed into you, the stretch so incredibly painful despite being prepped so thoughtfully beforehand. And even though Aegon acted disgusted by Aemond’s kindness, you could tell he didn’t want you in pain by the way he had your head sitting in his lap, leaning down to kiss all around your face as you tried not to cry out in pain. You and Aemond let out loud moans as he finally bottomed out, hitting the ends of you and making you feel so full.

“Seven Hells, so tight.” Aemond groaned, thrusting in and out of you as slow as he could manage. “You’re doing so well, ñuha zaldrītsos, so fuckin’ well.” The praise went straight to your core, making your walls clench around him. “Shit, don’t do that. I want this to last.”

“Gonna come so quickly already, little brother? I must say, that’s really disappointing. Don’t you want to make her come too?”

Something seemed to snap inside Aemond at his brother’s taunting words, a yelp escaping you as he flipped you over on all fours, entering you from behind, the new angle making you sob in pleasure. And Aemond wasn’t keeping a slow and steady pace this time. You practically screamed as his shaft bullied the sensitive spot along your walls, your hands finding Aegon’s to keep yourself from floating out of reality.

“Fucking her to your liking now?” Aemond spat, grunting loudly as you kept clenching around him. “She’s close again already. How’s that for disappointing?”

Aegon giggled, sitting back on his haunches. “I was only jesting, brother. But now, with this new position, she can finally wrap those pretty lips around my cock like she’s wanted to do for so long now. Isn’t that right, darling?”

You couldn’t really respond properly with Aemond hitting the end of your cervix with every deep and harsh thrust, your uncontrollable moans interrupting anything you were trying to say.

“Go easy on her. She’s not some whore from the Street of Silk. She won’t be able to take all of you.” Aemond warned.

“I’m not that much of an idiot.” But Aemond only raised his brow skeptically, watching in a threatening gaze as Aegon lowered your head down to his cock. “Want to make me feel good too, hm?” You nodded as best you could, opening your lips slightly as Aegon pushed his thumb inside. “Suck.” And you obeyed, closing your lips around his thick thumb, swirling your tongue around the digit, coating it in your drool. “Good girl, now just do the same thing to my cock, okay?”

With a surprising surge of confidence, you wrapped your lips around Aegon’s length and started to suck just as he instructed, eliciting a moan from the man. It was hard not to moan around his cock as Aemond’s kept building a release inside you, but then you remembered how it seemed that maid moaning around his cock made it more pleasurable for him, and so you decided to not hold back any of your moans.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” Aemond moaned, speeding up his thrusts, the pace hurdling you towards your own peak. You had to pull off Aegon to breath, moaning and clenching around Aemond’s cock as the waves of euphoria washed over you, effectively milking Aemond of his own release, his spend shooting deep inside you could practically feel your womb expanding with his seed.

“My turn.” Aegon growled, leaving your side to push Aemond out of the way, giving you no time to recover as he quickly replaced Aemond’s cock with his. “Oh, Seven Hells, fuck-! You weren’t jesting about how tight she is.” He shuddered, cunt struck by just one thrust.

“I suppose we never take each other seriously.” Aemond mused, moving to sit beside you, kissing you while you pathetically tried to keep yourself upright but failing miserably as Aegon thrusted into you fast and hard, his own release nearing quicker than he would like by the volume of his moans. “And I thought I was quick to come.”

“Shut up-oh!” Aegon’s cock pulsed inside you, twitching as he was right there. “You know now how irresistible this pussy is, fuck, yeah!” You both moaned in tandem as Aegon finished inside you as well, pulling out to watch as the mixture of his and Aemond’s cum leaked out of your swollen cunt. Aemond couldn’t help but watch as well, his gaze fixated on the way the white fluid dripped down your thighs, making a puddle on your sheets. “If our seed takes, who do you think mother will marry her to?” Aegon asked absentmindedly.

“Me.” Aemond said easily, meanwhile you were struggling to even catch your breath, your body shaking as you were coming down from your high.

“What if I want you both?” You asked meekly, wincing as you tried to sit up, Aegon having to help you. It was hard to resist your puppy dog eyes, looking up at them with your leftover tears and they were goners. You had them wrapped around your pretty finger.

Aegon and Aemond shared a look, a look that said a million words all at once and nothing at all. Perhaps it was their closeness in age, or something practiced and rehearsed, but they seemed to understand each other despite their differences. “No matter what, darling, you will have us both.” You probably should’ve understood that as a threat rather than romantic reassurance.

It wasn’t but the very next day that your mother announced that you’d be married to both Aemond and Aegon, like a reverse Aegon the Conqueror with his two sister wives. Your mother was furious but had no choice in the matter, no one would have you now that you were sullied, all chances of being married for an advantage was thrown out the window along with your innocence.

Though, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, not when your beloved husbands devoted their entire lives to you ever since the wedding day.

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Losing Dogs

Neither you or Aegon wanted to get married. Neither you or Aegon wanted to marry each other. But at some point, you figured you should make the most of what you had, and so you offer your husband a deal he cannot refuse.

Aegon Targaryen x Reader | 6k+ | cw: fem!reader, wife!reader, arranged marriage/loveless marriage, smut (piv, virginity loss, rough/loveless sex) DD:DNE, alcoholism, violence, suicide/suicidal thoughts & ideation, mentions of domestic/child abuse, death, pregnancy/misarrange, aegon's mommy issues, insecurities, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: ... i had something to say about this fic but i forgot... maybe ill remember later???? edit: i did not remember. i thought of mitski while entitling this so go play i bet on losing dogs ig?

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You don't know what you have until it's gone.

Aegon only truly understood what this meant the day he was married and he was forbidden to drink a drop of alcohol.

As if it wasn't painful enough that he was going to be married to a complete stranger from some house he's never fucking heard of, he was erratic and uneasy the whole day because of the withdrawal. He loathes the preparation, the ceremony, the fucking pageantry of it all.

He thinks it was worse that you seemed to be so chipper the entire time. You smiled with a halo, skin shining with the light. You also seemingly did no wrong, judging by the praises you received from his mother and grandfather. But, who was he kidding, of course they fucking loved you, they chose you to be his prison keeper.

You did not press him once, not when you were preparing for the ceremony, not when you were at the feast, not even after the Queen encouraged you to dance.

Anyone with eyes could see from how he slumped on his chair during dinner that Aegon would rather die than circle around the room to this grating noise echoing the room.

The band begins to play another song and another round of dancing ensues.

He stares at the food on the table. Oh, to be a suckling pig.

The relief that coursed through him when he could finally leave was enough to knock him out. Except, he really wanted, no, needed a drink.

He crashes on his bed, belly down, and reaches for the cabinet door on his bedside table. He feels for his bottle, hand knocking into the corners of the compartment, but he sits up when he finds nothing.

He growls in frustration upon realizing this was definitely his mother's doing. Thief!

"I managed a cup."

Aegon struggles to look over his shoulder from his position. He rolls on his back as you walk to the side of the bed.

He stares at you. You offer a glass holding burgundy liquid. Your voice is soft and kind as you explain, "your mother would suspect me if I took a whole bottle."

Aegon pushes himself up and sits on the edge of the bed, facing you. He gulps at the wine you were offering.

Sure, he may not be the brightest, but anyone could tell this scene was the epitome of ulterior motives. Aegon leans on his thighs, "why are you doing this?"

You stare a moment. You clutch the cup in both hands and examine it. Again, your voice is gentle, "you are clearly in torment. It hurts my heart."

His eye twitches.

I see. It seems you were a fucking saint.

Aegon rips the glass out of your hands, some of the wine spills over. He downs the contents in one go, then chucks the glass across the room once he finished.

He looks back at you, glaring with watery eyes. He was exhausted, he was angry, and he wanted you to know it. But you don't flinch at the sound of the glass breaking. You didn't flinch at all when he showed aggression. Why didn't you flinch?

You press your lips and sigh. You step towards him and reach out.

He nervously straightens up and tilts his head back as you approach. His breath hitches when your warm hand touches his cheek. He blinks rapidly.

"It's been a long day. Would you like me to help you change?"

Again, his eye twitches.

And then he realizes what you mean.

Ah. So, this is what you wanted?

He releases a breath, eyes lowering. Your face falls into a slight frown.

He thinks about it for a moment. I mean, sex was sex and he was game. It didn't matter how he performed, his completion was all that mattered, really. And you were pretty enough, albeit irritatingly good.

When you stroke his hair, Aegon pulls at your skirts, causing you to squeak and topple, hands flying to his shoulders for support. Your faces are inches apart. He pulls you down until you have no other choice than to sit on his lap.

You can smell the remnants of the wine he just drank on his breath. Aegon brings his face closer to yours, and you let out a soft 'hmp'. You mutter, "I gather you don't want to change, but want to get out of your clothes."

He narrows his eyes as you shift on his lap and undo the buttons by his chest. He mutters dumbly, "this is what you wanted."

With knit brows, you retort, "I've not yet told you what I wanted." You shift on his lap again as you peel his top off. Amidst it, he asks, "what do you want?"

You grunt after ridding him of his top. You fold it in your arms then set it aside on the bed. You turn back to him. Aegon's breath hitches when you fondle with strings of his undershirt. He watches your lips as you mumble, "I want you to give me a ride on your dragon."

He furrows his brows. But that's what he just said.

You stand, only to lift your skirt and take your place back on his lap. This time, you straddle him.

Aegon gulps, hands coming to your hips like a magnet. He feels you grind on him; shaky breaths leave his lips in response. His hands scratch up your back and a moan escapes him when your nails trace his collarbones.

"Allow me one trip on Sunfyre, and in return, I'll be your magic lamp," you whisper, taking one of his hands, bringing it to the side of your ribs, "you may rub me where you like-"

His heart skips when you kiss his cheek.

"-and I will grant you all your wishes."

Aegon ticks.

The next moment, he pushes you down on the bed. He doesn't bother getting either of you naked, nor does he prepare you at all in fact. Thankfully, you were already wet.

You don't have the opportunity to ask him to be gentle, to explain you were a bride after all, and it was your wedding night.

Aegon grips your skirts as he fucks you like he means to prove a point. He snaps his hips roughly into you to assert dominance, to exemplify control. Sure, you offered yourself to him, but he was the one doing the work, and you were the one beneath him.

In truth, the pace he set gave you more pain rather than pleasure. And with how pent up he was, the rough tempo he set burnt him out way too quickly before it could make any of you feel good. And when he begins to lag, you start to feel good.

You notice this change and rub your nose against his. He recoils, unused to affection when fucking. It snaps him back into an aggressive trance.

You yelp. Aegon convinced himself it was a sound of bliss.

You kiss his jaw and work your way to his ear, hoping to calm him down. He tenses at the feel of your tongue on his lobe. It stokes flames in his belly and makes him involuntarily roll his hips slower to focus on the attention you're giving. In return, his pace is just enough for him to hit that spot that makes you throw your head back.

Aegon is startled by the scratchy groan that leaves your throat. He finds himself lifting his head to spectate, but you pull him into you by the nape and groan, "like that. Please- gods - that feels good."

His brows tense and he rolls his hips again, finding the same reaction.

You wrap your arms and legs around him, uncaring of how hot and sweaty you were getting. In the heat of the moment, you reach for his lips, needing them, needing something to wrap your own on.

Aegon kisses you. He kisses you with a strange twinge in his chest. He kisses you until he has to pull away and reposition himself to catch his building climax.

In a second, he's back to his fuck-loving self, only self-serving and lustful. As he gazes upon your writhing body, catching the beads of sweat on your skin, the concentration on your face, and the way you chant his name as you part your legs for him, he's overcome by another spirit. To watch you break, to watch you coil and collapse around him felt just as urgent as his need to come.

And so Aegon rubs your clit and forces you to peak first; you do it so well he curses loudly and comes after.

He lays on top of you for a moment, the overwhelming need to be held ripples through his body. He recalls how his whores shoo him away after he's done fucking them though. Before you can cradle him in your arms, he rolls off you.

You close your legs and and watch him strip himself and sequentially change. You watch him get back in bed and bring himself underneath the covers. He goes to sleep.

He fucking goes to sleep.

You feel hollow after this, but tell yourself it's nothing personal. You repeat this as you, yourself, get up and change, sequentially sleeping too. Or at least you try. You have fight the urge to cry for hours before you do.

The next morning, you bring up dragon riding to Aegon, and disappointed as you are, you are unsurprised to find that he was unwilling to give you such a thing.

It was a plain thing you were asking for, you explain. And it's exactly why he doesn't want to do it. It's clearly some trick, something to trap him, something he's going to regret. It was probably some ploy orchestrated by his mother.

Oh gods, he thinks, it's worse. It's a bonding experience so you can make him into your puppet. Fuck. No.

So, he does what he does best, and makes an excuse, "I don't feel like riding today. I'm still exhausted from the festivities."

You purse your lips and nod, "that's understandable. Would you like for me to get you something?"

Wait. You weren't going to argue about him not keeping his end of the deal?

You seem to catch this, considering your response and the way you take his hand. You place his palm on your chest. He can feel your pulse quicken as you mutter, "I am your magic lamp, husband. I wish to please you. I will prove this until you trust me enough to grant me a ride on dragonback."

He narrows his eyes, "you would grant me wishes, all in return for a ride on Sunfyre?"

You smile softly at him, "in return for respite, yes."

He doesn't trust your smile.

"I want to visit the Grey Cliffs. I have for a years now. I went there once as a child and long to go again."

"Why?" he knits his brows at your explanation, "what's there?"

You lower his hand and rub his skin, "respite, my prince."

Aegon pulls his hand away.

Very well. If that is what you want, then he will wear your wishes dry until you find it no longer worth the trouble.

Aegon wishes on his lamp everyday, and his wife sequentially plays entertainer, jester, servant, and slave.

He makes you bring a bottle of wine with you everywhere, and pour him a cup when he wishes. He loathes how you seem unbothered by it. He loathes how you don't even correct a visiting Lord who mistakes you for a cupbearer and simply serve him some wine. The Lord is mortified when he realizes you are his wife, a fucking princess. Aegon hates how you tell the man you were unbothered because you spent your whole life being a cupbearer to your father anyway.

He makes you do trivial tasks as well, sometimes tasks meant for more than one person at a time, and yet you still manage to do them, annoyingly better than the maids. When he demanded you cook him a full course meal, you did so all by yourself, and had the servants looking at you like you were some goddess.

He ripped a hole in his clothes then made you mend it. You covered the hole so seamlessly that he poked a bigger one right in front of you. And even then you don't give him the satisfaction of getting angry. You tell him you will embroider something on top of the hole and he storms off. He overhears you telling the servants, who applaud your level-headedness, that you were used to angry men, because your father was just the same.

You use each of these moments to somehow tell him you were the perfect wife and he had to oblige your stupid request at some point.

But then he found your flaw.

Aegon asked you to play the harpsichord for him, and you told him you did not know how. The woman who knew all did not know something? He would then proceed to hang this over your head. When he asked you for food, he'd tell you how much better it'd taste if he had entertainment. If he asked you to do something physically taxing for him, he's say that he wouldn't have asked you to do it, had you known how to play his 'favorite' instrument. He would use this as the reason why he could never bring you to Grey Cliffs.

It was all fun and games, but then you had to snitch, hadn't you?

"What are you doing to that poor girl!" Queen Alicent barked, making his ears ring.

Aegon groans from where he lies in bed. His mother rips the blankets off him, making him wake in a sour mood.

"She is your wife!" Alicent yells, "not your slave! Fine, you wish her to do tasks for you, tasks for your betterment. But to insult her standing by treating her like a maid is beneath a prince, Aegon!"

Aegon feels his throat tighten at the sight of his angry mother's face, "she is my wife," he growls, "I do with her as I please."

She strikes his cheek.

Aegon's head whips to the side. He doesn't have the energy to look back at her.

"You will no longer parade her as a cupbearer. I will have it decreed you are not ever served a drop of wine if you don't."

Alicent leaves after this. Aegon's anger explodes when the door closes.

He screams and rips at his hair. He kicks furniture around and eventually drops to the floor, exhausted, furious, and hurt. This was all your fault.

He screams again and claws the tears on his face. He slowly exhales through tight lips. His cheek is hot with saltwater. Who was he joking, this was all him.

This was all Aegon's doing.

His breathing is impeded by snot. He walks over to his window and stares at the ground below. If he jumps head first, not even the best maester in Westeros could fix him.

Before he can lean on the ledge, he is paralyzed in his spot by the sound of the door opening.

"I did not know she would be angry with you," you say.

Aegon looks back.

You see his red eyes and wet skin. He is a mirror to your younger self. You feel sick to your stomach. You try to explain, "I only asked if she could find a harpsichord teacher. I did not realize she would take offense in wanting to learn to play for you."

Aegon's heart aches at your naïve response. You were a stupid, perfect wife, and he, a stupid, petulant husband.

"I'm better off dead," he mumbles, looking back out the window. The call of the fall felt inviting, "want to push me, wife?"

You don't respond.

Aegon looks back at you, and suddenly you're only inches away. He tries to evade you, but you manage to catch his hand.

"We could jump together."

"What?"

Your face is blank. You part your lips, and for a moment, your eyes seem desperate, but then it's gone. You sigh, "dying is quite lonely," looking down, "I could keep you company."

Aegon stares at you. Tears stream down his face. "You're mad," he sniffles, yanking his hand away.

He walks over to his bed and collapses on it. He wraps himself in a blanket and feels sorry for himself, and angry at you for suggesting such a thing. Even now you want to be perfect by dying with him?

"I am," you mutter.

Aegon watches as you walk over to him. You sit on the floor beside his bed and look at your hands as you rub them.

"I cannot play the harpsichord, because my father does not like noise," you explain, "I was not allowed to make a sound or else I would be punished."

Aegon covers his head with a blanket but keeps his face visible, "he beat you, didn't he?"

You look at him, eyes melancholy, but still, he is the only one crying, "he beat everyone."

Aegon does not respond.

"I can sing though."

His brow raises, "how can you sing?"

"I would practice whenever he was gone, and sing for my mother in secret. It made her happy... happy enough."

He knew there was more to this confession, but he was too tired to ask about it, too tired to shed more tears.

"Would you like me to sing for you?"

"No."

"..."

"Would you like me to hold you?"

"..."

You stand from where you sat and get on the edge of the bed. Aegon watches as you slowly lie beside him. You bring an arm over him and pull him close. Aegon closes his eyes as you bring him into your chest.

You hold him until he falls asleep. Later that night, he asks you to hold him again. He also asks you to sing to him.

Aegon nestles his face in the crook of your neck. He wraps his arms around your torso, digging his fingers between your flesh and the bed. Your hushed voice reverberates in the bedroom, the song you sing is haunting and soothing. The vibrations from your chest lull him to sleep. You feel wetness pool by your clavicle but you make no note of it.

Aegon asks you to hold him the next morning after breaking fast. He asks you to stay with him in bed and to sing to him some more. When you have to leave his side, he asks to join you and waits until he can have you in his arms again.

Aegon becomes your shadow, and follows you around, under the promise of getting to share in your embrace. As you read and review letters or ledgers, your seat becomes Aegon's lap. He sleeps against you while you work without a fuss, cheek pressed against your back, arms fastened around your waist.

Sometimes, he notices the line that forms between your brows while you read and at some point, asks about it. You explain what causes it, and he is unmoved, as he is uninterested in politics that stress you. But when you read out to him, he finds comfort in your voice and asks you to read some. He falls asleep to your calm droning of circumstances he could not care less about. He groans and groggily awakens when you stop. He mumbles against your skin that you continue, pleadingly so.

When you had to leave the Keep for business, Aegon insisted that he joined you. When you brushed his cheek and explained to him why he could not go and that you would not be long, Aegon pushed you away and stormed off. You left without him anyway, and the treachery he felt was so great, he realized then how he could no longer go day to day without you. What was there to do, if you were not there?

And so Aegon desperately rubs his magic lamp and wishes upon you.

He wishes that you never leave without him again once you return.

He wishes that you promise to no longer make plans without him.

He traps you beneath him on your shared bed and wishes to be inside you. He kisses you and wishes to see you completely bared to him.

Aegon's mind is dizzy as he gazes upon the glory of your skin. He kisses your thighs, your hips, your breast, your lips.

Aegon wishes to surrender to you. He wishes that you undress him then pulls you on his body like a blanket. He wishes to see you take control. He wishes to see you cast your eyes upon him and lay your weight on his body.

He wishes to see you use him, to take what you need from him, to pleasure yourself, and to make him yours. He squeezes your thighs desperately when you moan out his name. This was much more maddening that what he imagined it would be.

He wishes to feel you come undone around him. He wishes he could forever feel the pleasure he did when he comes right after you do.

He wishes to hold you after. And when he holds you, when you lay on his chest and kiss him there, he wishes to never leave this moment ever again. He wishes to sing to you like you've sung to him.

"What are your plans tomorrow," Aegon asks as he draws nothings on your back.

You lift your head from his chest. He looks at you. You smile, "whatever you wish them to be."

He rubs your back and smiles, "I wish to take you to the Grey Cliffs."

Your expression drops, "what?"

He raises a brow at your reaction. You shift on your place. You straddle him again.

He looks up at you, noticing the line between your brows. He rubs your thighs, "you've granted me all my wishes. It's time I grant you yours." He shifts on his elbows and sits himself up, "it's time you meet my mount and-"

"We don't have to," you cut him off, placing your hands on his shoulders.

Aegon examines your expression. He listens to you sigh.

"I'd like to keep you-- wish to keep you..." you correct yourself, pushing him back down.

He looks up at you, feeling your hands rake up his body.

"...just like this," you finish, eyes solemn, lips curving into a soft smile, "I've not felt a thing like this in my entire life."

Aegon takes one of your hands and places it on his cheek. He whispers it like a secret, "neither have I."

You lean down to kiss him, "I wish to keep like this."

He kisses you back.

He is blindsided by how his wishes come to bite him in the arse. It's all crashing down on him. Suddenly, he wishes he didn't actually do any of those things with you.

He most of all wishes he heard you wrong. He wishes you didn't repeat yourself when he stupidly said, "what?"

"I'm with child," you speak slower, less excited yet excited still.

Aegon wishes you didn't look so excited. He wishes he fucking pulled out, but gods, you felt so good-- you feel so good around him, he felt so good inside you.

He realized the next moment, it couldn't be helped. You were going to have to bear his kids at one point or another. He wishes you didn't have to. He wishes his seed wouldn't take completely. He wishes you don't take it to term. He wishes he won't have to be a father. Fuck.

He realizes he's been too quiet and you were waiting for a response from him. Your face began to twist. Your smile fades.

"Congratulations," Aegon musters. He feels like he swallowed a metal ball. His eyes wander to your belly. He mumbles mindlessly, "I suppose."

Your face falls.

Aegon looks back at you. Your face is devoid of any semblance of the glow it normally holds. You look sick. You feel sick.

"I see," you say, unintentionally allowing him to hear your voice break. Aegon's brows furrow at it.

He shakes his head, "you will be a great mother," he chuckles dryly, "you mother me so well."

You offer him a smile, but Aegon can see how disconnected it was from your eyes. You say, "thank you."

When you leave him after this, he wishes he hadn't said a word. He wishes he just left it at congratulations. He wishes he just pretended like the idea of having a child didn't mortify him and make him sick to his stomach. He wishes he wasn't so ill-suited to be a father.

Ageon no longer wishes for anything after this.

He no longer wishes to hold you, though he so badly wanted to. He no longer wishes to hear you sing, nor does he wish to hear you read to him. He no longer wishes to be around you, though his body urged him to follow you around like the lost soul he was.

He wishes he didn't wonder what you were doing at every moment of the day. He so desperately wishes to rid you from his mind completely that he drowns himself in his first and only true love, alcohol.

Fuck. He wishes he hadn't taken this route to his room. He wishes you hadn't taken this route to wherever it was you were going. He wishes he just turned around and fled like the coward he was, because then, you wouldn't have spoken to him.

"Husband," you curtsey.

Aegon stiffens and uncomfortably avoids your eyes.

You catch it, feeling your chest tighten painfully. You clear your throat and take a deep breath to steel yourself, "I thought you should know that I will be travelling."

Aegon looks at you.

"I have a ship ready and I'll be visiting the Grey Cliffs. Do not wait up for me."

His face falls. He opens his mouth, but doesn't have an opportunity to speak.

"I thought you should also know that I am no longer carrying."

His eyes widen.

"It's not an uncommon occurrence the first few months," you say simply, "I suppose the gods do not wish me to be a mother."

Aegon feels like a murderer. He wants to say something, to apologize, to comfort you, but he can't. He's too taken aback to do a single thing.

He turns into stone when you take his hand. You step forward and place his palm on your chest. Your heart is slow as you speak, "you won't have to worry about anything anymore, Aegon. Today is the end of our shared torment."

Aegon's stomach drops when you kiss him.

His eyes are glassy. You pull away before you can kiss him back. He wants to hold you, but the sadness in your eyes reminds him he is undeserving. You kiss his wrist, "goodbye, my love. I love you."

His heart thumps as you walk away.

Aegon is manic. He basks in the mess he's made and feels crushed by it all.

He finally acts after wasting so much time feeling sorry for himself. You were long out of his sight by the time he started running. This is why he headed to the dragonpit and got on Sunfyre.

"WAIT!" he screams, just as your boat leaves the dock.

Aegon watches as you run to the edge of the boat. He lands Sunfyre and runs as far to the edge of the docks as he could.

"Aegon-"

"Take me with you!" he pleads, "let me be the one to take you to where you must go!"

You look back. The ship stops. The crew brings down a boat and on it, you are rowed back to the dock.

He crushes you in his arms once he reaches you.

"Aegon," you mutter.

"Forgive me," he shudders, "I... I wish you let me do this for you."

"Aegon," your voice croaks. You push him away, "go home."

His heart drops. He breaks away to look at you. Your words feel like a stab at his thorax. It was presumptuous of him to assume you'd want him back, but it doesn't kill him inside any less.

"I've come to realize this is a trip I must go on myself," you mutter.

He shakes his head, "no. Please." He motions an arm out to his mount, "one wish. That I grant you one wish before you throw me away forever is... is--"

Your throat constricts at his words. Tears rush down your eyes, "I'm not throwing you away--"

"Please," he squeezes both your hands in his, "please, let me do this for you."

The flight to the Grey Cliffs is quiet, save for the whoosh of winds and the roars of the golden dragon you both rode. You always imagined it would be freeing, but only now did you know how it freeing it truly felt to fly. You knew now you'd forever chase the euphoric crush of air against your skin.

Aegon, who sat behind you, looks at your form as you outstretch your arms and close your eyes. Your body presses against him, and in this moment, he is unable to hold back from wrapping an arm around you and sparing a kiss on your shoulder. You are snapped out of your trance because of this.

The Grey Cliffs are dark and gloomy when you get there. Aegon realizes when you land that it got its name from the weather conditions.

He helps you down and surveys the area, trying to make out which part of this drear land was so special to you that you wished to go here.

You catch his expression and squeeze his hand.

Aegon turns to you.

You give a solemn look, "the view is better on the edge."

Aegon strokes Sunfyre's cheek, commanding him to stay before you lead him by the hand to the edge of the cliff. Once you get there, he feels queasy looking down at the crashing waves far beneath him. In contrast, you seem comforted by the view. His brows furrow at the deep breath you give out.

When you look at him, his stomach feels it, the comfort you felt upon witnessing the violent waves. Whatever it was that compelled you to this place was the same force that compelled him to kiss you.

He reaches out for your cheek, his other hand coming to you back. He pulls you close. His heart twinges when you stop him from kissing you.

"Aegon-"

"Forgive me," he cuts, "I beg."

You gawk at him. He brushes your hair which was wildly flinging with the breeze.

"You must know by now that I am craven. I lack the spine and the wit to be of any use to you."

Your eyes water. Your lips quiver.

"I would be a hopeless father, worse than my own, no doubt."

"Aegon," you babble as sobs overtake you.

Aegon, himself, succumbs to tears. He wipes the ones streaming down your face before taking a breath, "but you made me feel a love I do not deserve."

You swallow a heavy lump in your throat.

"I love you," he confesses.

"No," you pierce his heart. You shake your head in disagreement, "Aegon, this is a mistake. Bringing you here was a mistake."

"No!" he blurts louder than needed, "this was a choice," he looks down, "I choose to rip my insides out for you to devour. I am miserable, much more in the heat of your hate, but most of all without you."

His downturned eyes land on your face when you grab his wrists. You croak, "I do not hate you."

Aegon is not relieved by the admission, but he chooses to believe you mean it. He smiles softly, "good."

"But I do hate this life I live."

He clenches his jaw. Of course you do.

"You saved me," you press a hand on his cheek, taking your turn to wipe his tears, "even if for a moment."

"I made you miserable."

You chuckle. The sound makes his heart skip.

"You filled my life with purpose," you smile softly, "even when you did not mean to."

Aegon knits his brows deeply and takes your hands. He brings them to his lips and kisses them.

"But accidents happen. You must remember that accidents happen all the time."

Aegon shakes his head, "this is not an accident. Believe me when I say I chose to do this, I- ... I choose to love you."

You sob and turn to your feet.

"Please... believe me."

You sniffle and nod, slowly looking up at him, "I believe you."

You lunge into his arms and seal him into a tight hug. He hugs you back like it's his only way of surviving.

A crack of thunder startles Sunfyre. He becomes restless and steals away Aegon's attention, panicked that he might flee and leave them here.

He pulls away and takes a step towards her. He holds your hand, urging you to follow, "we should go before it rains."

You hug him from behind and press your face into his back, "thank you for taking me on Sunfyre."

"It was a long time coming."

"I've always wondered what it would be like to fly. And now that I know how peaceful it is, I'm ready to fly one last time."

He turns to you as you slowly come to his side. You hold his hand. He looks at you as you turn to Sunfyre. He promises, "I will take you on dragonback as many times as you wish."

You smile, but your eyes are fixed on his dragon. You release his hand and wrap your arms around yourself, "he is beautiful. You must never tire looking at him."

Aegon gazes upon Sunfyre. He takes in his golden scales and has newfound appreciation.

You take a step back.

"He is. To be honest, it's been long since I, myself, took him out of the pit. He must enjoy this day as much as you do."

"Aegon, you must understand that what I have to say has nothing to do with you, and everything to do with me."

Aegon turns to you. He watches you tighten your arms around yourself. You must be cold. He rubs your shoulders.

You shake your head and turn him back to his dragon, "look at Sunfyre."

He knits his brows, "I'm looking."

"For so long," you release him, "I've wanted to fly free, to find my peace here in the cliffs. This was before I even met you." You point at the golden dragon, "I choose to love you too, but accidents happen, like if Sunfyre were to fly away, and you were to be left here alone."

Aegon stares at his ride for a moment as you lower your hand. He tries to makes sense of your words, but he cannot for the life of him understand.

He sighs, "what accident? Why do you keep-"

Aegon is flooded by confusion when he turns and finds you nowhere behind him. A split second later, he lets a horrified scream and the fear that claws into him makes his knees buckle. He crumbles to the ground and crawls to the edge of the cliff. He screams so loud that Sunfyre roars back and comes towards him.

Aegon watches as the red seafoam bubbles at the foot of the cliff. He watches as the crimson waves slowly slosh back into its original tint.

Rain begins to pour, and his tears taste no longer salty.

Was this the flying you ached for? Was this the relief you sought?

When he returns to King's Landing, dripping wet, he breaks down in front of his mother, weeping as he clutched his skirts.

Queen Alicent is obviously disturbed. She instructs her servants to get his son a change of clothes and some towels. She looks down at him, "what's happened? What's wrong, Aegon?"

"An accident-" he barely manages to say, "there's been an accident."

"An accident?!"

Aegon's mind goes blank. A bitter taste

You don't know what you have until it's gone.

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Spoil of War

dark!aegon x niece!reader

summary: aegon enjoys his time with his prisoner of war

A/N: my bad y'all, it took me forever to get this up

TW: MAJOR DUBCON, smut!!, bondage, incest, violence, kidnapping, degradation, body worship perhaps

word count: 2,245 words

You sit in your childhood bedroom, stewing with your thoughts. It was all so quick, the battle with Daeron, the demise of your dragon. You should be grateful; she spent her last moments cushioning your fall so you wouldn’t die on impact, but you can’t help thinking that you would be better off dead. There’s hardly anything worse than being a prisoner of war, except being Aegon’s prisoner of war.

Speak of the Devil, Aegon has the guards open your chamber doors and the smug bastard strolls in. “Ah, my sweet niece. I finally have the chance to lay my eyes on you.” He regards your nightgown with great interest. You haven’t had a chance to dress yourself for the day yet. “You’ve been quite the subject of controversy as of late.” He says with a light smirk.

“Which part is controversial, the fact that you’re keeping me prisoner, usurper?” You say back to him with spite.

“Oh, don’t be so melodramatic. It’s a temporary situation.” He says, unconcerned as he walks over to your dining table of untouched food and picks up an apple, taking a bite of it. “Once your mother bends the knee, i’ll return you to her. It’s as easy as that.”

“Or they’ll take control of King’s Landing and Daemon will slaughter you where you stand.” You’ve never heard your voice filled with such hate before as when you speak now.

“Come on, the threats are hardly necessary. You are safe with us - for the time being.” He makes a stupid joking cringe face at the second part of his sentence. “You could do with being more amicable.”

“Amicable? I’m your fucking prisoner and if her Grace the Queen doesn’t bend the knee to your spoiled, traitorus ass, you’ll execute me.”

“War doesn’t often give you many options. And you, my dear niece, are a very valuable bargaining chip.” As he speaks, you know he takes the utmost pleasure in you being in his control. You want to wipe the smug grin off his face.

You reach for the piece of glass you had hidden, ever so slowly. You feel your hand clutch it and your gaze is filled with rage as you launch yourself at him. “You traitor!” You aim for his throat with the sharp point but he catches your arm. The broken glass barely grazes him, leaving only the thinnest line of blood as proof of your attack. He twists your arm and the piece of glass clatters to the floor. Your uncle releases you only so he can backhand you so hard that you fall to the floor.

“Gods, you’re a feisty little thing, aren’t you?” He wipes the drip of the blood off his neck. “Clever girl, going for the throat.” He laughs at you. You just tried to kill him and he laughs at you.

You glare up at him, your face distraught and full of vengeance. You quickly reach for the glass that you had dropped but as soon as you manage to grip it again, Aegon kicks you in the stomach. You curl into yourself, whimpering.

“Okay that’s enough of that. Guards!” The guards immediately enter the room, ready to defend their king. “Restrain her. Use… rope.” He has a certain look on his face as he says the last word, seemingly pleased with himself as he struts out of the room.

You’re left on your knees, by the fireplace for an hour until Aegon returns. Your hands behind your back, the bindings keeping you in place. There is, what you consider to be, an unnecessary amount of rope tied around your body that is seemingly for decoration, for your uncle’s pleasure.

“Are you calm now?” He asks as he strides back into your chamber with arrogance. “I wasn’t sure what the cool down time was for Strong bastards.” His stare is hungry as he looks upon you. “What a pleasant sight, my combative niece tied up at my feet.” He almost mumbles the last part.

“I will be calm when I watch your body burn.” There is heat in your words, your threats.

“That is a lot of big talk for a girl who is kneeling for her king. You’re much more desirable like this… when you’re helpless beneath my gaze.” His fingertips graze under your chin, tilting it up so you have to look at him. You jerk your head away.

“Don’t touch me!” You spit at his feet.

“Silly to say such things when you’re at my mercy.” He kneels down to look at you better, his fingers run along your soft hair. “I’ve never been more tempted. And i’ve been tempted many, many times.” He leans in to whisper in your ear. “I had forgotten how divine you are.”

You know where he’s going with this, what he wants. His finger trails down your nightgown, to your breast, giving it a light squeeze. “You’ll burn in the Seven Hells for this!” You say as you fight against your restraints.

He ignores your words. “If I were a more brazen man, i’d ravish you right here and now… oh wait.” He chuckles at his own joke.

The fire burns bright behind you and his dagger gleams in the warm light as he unsheathes it. He cuts one of the cap sleeves of your nightgown. “You have no right.” Your eyes flare bolder than dragonflame as you speak.

“Oh, my lovely sweet niece, I absolutely have the right because you are under my protection. If I want to rip that nightgown off and ravage you, who’s going to stop me?” He says sadistically… lustfully as he cuts the other cap of your gown.

“It’s not a proper way to treat an important bargaining chip.” You say softly. To be truthful, younger you would be preening at the chance to be so close to Aegon. Up until now, you had thought that part of you had died with Luke. Now, he’s so close, so... alluring.

“It’s not, but when have I ever been known to behave properly?” He then cuts your nightgown off of you, down the middle and as swiftly as he can without cutting through your bonds, leaving you naked other than the smallclothes that barely cover your lower half.

His eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you almost completely naked. His hand falls to your thigh, rubbing the smooth soft skin. “You’ve always had such a lovely figure, niece.”

You flinch and squirm some more. And then you begin to scream bloody murder. Aegon winces before grabbing part of your torn nightgown and shoving it in your mouth. “Such a noisy girl. Now, that’s better. You shouldn’t scream so much. I only intend to show you a good time. I promise you’ll love it.” He smirks again. “Well… i’ll love it.”

His other hand trails up your navel, to your breast, giving it another squeeze. He then pushes you back on the flocculent carpet and what a sight you make with your hair splayed around you and your pretty mouth gagged. The pillows are strewn about you, in place so you can sit as close to the crackling fire as you wish. Now, it has become the perfect scene for Aegon to take you. He looks at you as if you are the maiden herself, descended from the heavens to be gifted to him. To him, your fairness outmatches Psyche… it outmatches Aphrodite.

“You don’t know how long I have waited for this, princess.” He then rips your remaining small clothes off, leaving you completely nude. His eyes just rake over you for a moment before he speaks. “Ah, a sight I could get used to.” He leans down to kiss your breast, focusing on your nipple, focusing on making you feel good? He litters little marks all over before moving to the other and giving it the same attention. He then begins to methodically kiss down your chest, to your tummy, past your navel. You know what he intends his final destination to be. You keep your legs clamped firmly shut, not fully because you want him to stop, and partly because of the wetness that lies between your thighs.

“Hm, a little shy, are we? How sweet…” It isn’t difficult for him to pry your legs open and he grins at the sight of you dripping for him. “Naughty little girl, all wet for her uncle.”

You turn your heat to the side so you don’t have to make eye contact with him. He grabs your chin and turns your head back. “No. You will watch as I fuck you with my tongue.” You try not to groan as he licks up between your legs, his eyes on yours as his pupils blow wide. He kisses, licks and nips at you, taking you to places in pleasure you’ve never been before. When his tongue pierces your entrance, you can’t stop the whimper that falls from your lips. You hope the gag muted the sound enough that he wouldn’t hear, but your hopes are dashed when he lifts his head.

“I think I want to hear all the pretty little sounds that you make. No more screaming though. Unless, they’re screams of gratification.” He pulls the torn cloth from your mouth but you keep your lips stubbornly sealed. He shakes his head and chuckles before he is between your thighs again. The man eats you like you’re his last meal but you don’t let a single sound out, much to his displeasure even if he can tell that you don’t do it with ease.

“Why must you be so difficult?” He asks exasperatedly.

“I want you dead.” He rolls his eyes at the statement. “Perhaps you aren’t as good at pleasuring women as you believe.” That pisses him off.

“You’re such a little liar.” He flips you over so your ass is in the air and your chest and face are squished into a cushion, your hands unable to hold you up due to their bindings. “Perhaps I need to fuck that bratty behaviour out of you.” He says and you hear the rustling of clothes behind you. You know he’s undressing and you know there’s no way you can stop him from taking you now, not with how you have pissed him off, not with how your cunt is so deliciously presented to him. But it won’t stop you from trying.

“Aegon don’t you dare.” You say with all the confidence you can muster. You don’t fear your maidenhood being taken, you fear the possibility of a bastard being put in your belly.

“Don’t you ever presume to tell me what I can and cannot do, wench.” With that, he shoves himself inside of you, all the way to the hilt. You let out a strangled moan and he laughs. “No keeping your sounds to yourself now.” He then begins to piston himself into you, the head of him brushing your cervix with each thrust. You feel so full every time his hips meet yours. “Gods i’ve never felt a cunt so tight and wet.” His hands grip your hips roughly so he can bring them back with each thrust, making it feel like he’s hitting deeper inside of you.

“Aegon…” You whine out and squeeze a little around him.

“You like it, don’t you? You like it when your uncle fucks you. I’ve taken you as a prisoner and now you’re moaning in pleasure as I use you. What would your brothers think, what would your mother think, if they saw you taking my cock so well?”

You just whine his name again in response, your head too cloudy to give him an answer.

“I want you to say it. Say how much you love having me inside you.” He fucks into you so deeply that all you want to do is obey.

“I l-ove it, uncle. I love it when you fuck me.” You whimper out again as he stretches you so perfectly.

“That’s what I fucking thought.” His finger comes between your legs to rub your clit and you almost scream. “God, you’re such a little cockslut. Am I your first, little niece?”

“Y-Yes…” You say softly and he grins.

“I thought so. Nobody gets so worked up like a maiden.” He rubs you harder, so fast that you see stars. You begin to squirm a little as your walls begin to squeeze around his thick cock.

He grasps your hair at the roots and pulls your head back so you have to look him in the eye. “That’s right, cum around my cock, baby. Do it.” You fully reach your peak with his command. He watches your face contort with pleasure as you finish around his cock, drawing out his own orgasm. He gives a few more hard thrusts before spilling his seed in you. “Good girl.”

You wince as he pulls out, feeling empty now. He easily manoeuvres you back to your knees and stands up with you at his feet. He tilts your chin up so you have to look him in the eye again.

“I’ll be visiting you much more often now. You don’t have the kind of cunt a man can handle only fucking once.” His thumb strokes your cheek. For the depravity he speaks, his voice is surprisingly soft

“I hate you.”

He smiles gently. “Hate me all you want. I can take it.”

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youraverageaemondsimp · 4 months

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“One of your girls.” // Modern!Aegon II Targaryen x F!Reader.

❝We don't gotta be in love, no. I don't gotta be the one, no. I just wanna be one of your girls tonight.❞

Summary: trying to get over a break up is hard, especially when the other person cheated on you, the ultimate betrayal, but Aegon is here to save the day.

WARNINGS: afab!reader, sex under influence (not too heavily but still), alcohol consumption, unprotected p in v sex, cumming inside, tiddy sucking, nipple play, cunnilingus, oral f. receiving, cockwarming, slight angst(?), reader is bold + not proofread

WC: 1.5k

A/N: I needed to get this out of my brain cause this has actually prevented me from finishing the aemond one shot 😭 so here it is! // divider credits to @cafekitsune

The music of the party rang through your eardrums as you sipped on the beverage you had ordered, you stood there by the bar and watched as the crowd danced to the music. You have been trying to get over your break up after finding that your boyfriend had been sleeping with one of your friends.

So when you found out that Aegon was throwing a party through helaena? You immediately knew you had to attend because you realised that staying down in the dumps isn't going to help.

Well, that's what brings you here now, standing and sipping on the drink, all of this was very expensive and you didn't know how Aegon could afford this, actually, you do, he is a Targaryen after all. They're filthy rich.

“What are you doing here all alone by yourself?” You turn your head to face the person who was talking to you, only to find Aegon leaning against the counter boredly looking at you. “Having the time of my life.” You reply cheekily which makes him smile, “By standing alone?” He asks and you nod, which makes him roll his eyes playfully. “Where is that bf of yours? Ditched you for some other girl?” He asks and your expression drops, “I broke up with him, he cheated on me.” You tell him, avoiding eye contact. Aegon's eyes widen and he immediately stumbles on his words “Shit- fuck- I didn't mean to- I'm so sorry- I was just joking cause you know he is always like that.” He frantically apologises and you chuckle, “It's fine Aeg.” you tell him.

“So you're single now huh?” He changes the conversation and you nod, “Well, enjoy your single time for a while, cause the moment others find out; they'll be flocking to you.” Aegon jokes and you raise an eyebrow, “Flocking to me?” you question and he smirks and leans towards you, “Of course, I mean- who wouldn't want the hottest girl on campus, especially now that she's left her ugly boyfriend?” His tone becomes flirty as he scans you from down to up which makes you smirk.

“Do you want me?” You ask directly which catched Aegon off guard and he blinks trying to process what you just said, you stand there waiting with a smirk on your face. “I mean– who wouldn't?” He tries avoiding the question but you place your drink down on the counter and grab his shirt, pulling him close to you. “Tell me Aegon, do you want me?” you whisper, staring into his eyes and he swallows thickly, his hands moving to grab your waist.

You brush your nose against his, tilting your head to hover your lips against his, he looks at your lips before licking his own, “Tell me.” Your hand caresses his cheek, pushing one of the stray hair strands back to his ear, his breathing becomes heavy before he whispers the words you finally wanted to hear, “Yes, I want you.”

The next thing you know is that you're in the bathroom, door locked and music muffled, back pressed against the door as you kiss Aegon, his lips frantically moving against yours in sheer desperation. He pulls away to look at you.

“I- I just want to say this before we continue further.” He pants and you frown, “I don't do- love, just a heads up for you to not catch feelings for me. I'll hurt you.” He tells you which makes you smile, “Don't worry Aeg, I don't want to be in love either, I just wanna be one of your girls for tonight.” You tell him and he searches your eyes for a moment before slamming his lips against yours, resuming what you both were doing before.

His hands travel to your breasts groping and squeezing them harshly as the kiss turns more passionate and deeper, he pulls away and focuses on undoing your clothes, he pulls down the material from your shoulders, exposing your breasts, you had no worn a bra and he looks in your eyes for approval which you give him through nodding.

He trails kisses down your neck to your breast, before suckling on your nipple, pulling it between his teeth, you grip his head as he continues his ministrations on your nipple.

He pulls away, and moves you, placing you on the bathroom counter and kneeling on the ground, he parts your legs wide and pulls your dress up making it bunch up at your thighs while he pulls your panty down.

“Fuck– such a cute little pussy.” He places kisses on the inner sides of your thighs and you whine as he teases you, “Shh, be patient, let me appreciate you first baby.” He continues to press kisses on your inner thighs making you shiver in anticipation, and when you least expect it, he engulfs your clit into his mouth causing you moan out loud, you immediately bite your lip to suppress your noises but the way his tongue is bringing you pleasure makes it harder.

You grip his hair as you start to grind against his face, matching his rhythm while he grips your thighs tightly, tongue swirling and flicking your bud, he bites it slightly causing you to wince and tighten your grip on his hair. “Fuck– Aeg–! you're so good–– you really know how to hit the right spots.” You praise him, throwing your head back, which causes him to suckle a bit too hard, the praise going straight to his cock.

The itch that forms there slowly is satiated by his tongue before you feel it burst, sending pleasure up your core and through your spine.

He pulls away and immediately stands up, unbuckling his pants hurriedly as he pants heavily, his lips glistening with your essence, you place your hand on his cheek and pull him close for a kiss, tasting the tangy flavour.

He groans into your mouth before he pulls away and parts your legs wide, as he desperately pumps his cock in his hand, trying to ease the itch he desperately feels.

“Need to be inside you– fuck. I don't have a condom.” He tells you concerningly and you stare at him, “It's fine, put it in raw, I'm clean and I have an IUD.” you reassure him and his eyes widen, “Wait actually? Are you sure?” He questions and you nod, “Yes Aeg– just hurry up and fuck me.” You say desperately and that's enough for him to push himself inside you. Fully settling inside you and you moan at the feeling.

He gasps when you clench around him, before he slowly rocks his hips back and forth, coating himself fully in juices, while mouthing at your neck and massaging your tits, he then speeds up his pace, his cock moving in and out and you wrap your legs around him, pulling him even closer as your hands remain on his shoulders.

He stops kissing your neck and looks in your eyes for a moment, the eye contact so intense and you swallow thickly, his lips find yours and you both are kissing once again, except for an odd reason it feels more intimate this time.

His speeds up even more, his body causing you to rock back and forth on the counter, you let out a whine into the kiss when you feel his tip hit that sweet spot inside you, “Fuck yeah! Right there oh gods Aegon–!” You say out loud, but your voice is muffled by the kiss, his sheer desperation in kissing you is making your head spin, the way his mouth works wonders against your own. You pull away gasping for air and that's when his tip lands a final hit at your sweet spot, causing you to topple over the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a huge wave, you bite your lip so hard to suppress the loud moan to the point it hurts.

“‘m gonna cum fuck.” he grunts and speeds his pace up more, his grips your waist tightly as he is now chasing his own orgasm and then he finishes with a loud growl, shooting hot ropes of cum inside your womb.

“Shit– I didn't pull out.” He curses himself, breathing heavily but you caress his face, “I have IUD remember, it's fine.” you reassure him, before you place a kiss on his forehead.

He remains still for a while and pulls out after his cock completely softens and brings up his pants.

You fix yourself as well, doing what was required before and you press a kiss to Aegon before speaking, “Call me if you ever need me again okay?” You tell him which he frowns at, he should be the one telling you that but he doesn't say anything as he watches you walk out of the bathroom.

He breathes heavily, trying to process everything, a warm feeling in his chest beginning to bloom when he recalls what you had done to him.

Maybe you aren't gonna remain just "one of his girls for the night" for too long.

— ! ݈݇- thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed it <3 comments and reblogs are appreciated greatly ♡

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nightskyslayer2 · 1 year

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Aegon claiming his sister in the most filthy way possible, wanting to make her his forever after years of tolerating seeing her with other men and finding a potential suitor at the recently held feast.

Aegon x sister!reader (super freaking filthy) 18+ SMUT

Y/n was kneeling infront of her brother, him looking down at her with pure lust and love. Gods forbid how much he loved his sister. “You’re so beautiful” he said in a dreamy voice with a few seconds of silence between it before slapping her cheek in a punishing manner. Aegon grinned, carefully inspecting the red mark he now had left on her and grabbed her by the chin. “Don’t you ever talk to him again”

Today the Targaryens had held a feast in order to find any potential suitors for y/n. To many peoples surprise she had actually danced with some quite nice lords but Aegon on the other hand couldn’t stand it at all. Especially when the Starks eldest son seemed to be very interested and nice towards his lovely sister. They talked and laughed together for some time and y/n even seemed to enjoy his company. Aegon just watched them in disbelief and jealousy.

It has to be said that it was quite hard to find suitors for the targaryen princess, as it’s almost everywhere known that the young girl is rather rebellious and adventurous, especially when it comes to sexual interactions. She had been seen several times at the flea bottom whore house and almost through the whole red keep there were spread many rumours that her older brother Aegon had laid with her too. Alicent had completely lost her hopes for her uncontrollable daughter many years ago, so when the young Stark lord showed interest in her earlier she got so incredibly relieved and happy for her, thinking her reputation could be saved with marriage.

But Aegon had a different opinion on that. He was in love with his little sister for probably his entire life. He loved the fact she was so rebellious and different than the rest of the boring people at the red keep. They had a great friendship throughout their childhood, always close and near one another and when they grew older they found new exiting ways to have fun with each other. Aegon was indeed the first one she had ever had a sexual encounter with and to no ones surprise the one who took her maidenhood quite early. Alicent and Viserys despised them for a very long time but they couldn’t do anything about it. They had each other’s back. Always.

Y/n did sleep and fuck with other men too, at brothels or taverns, some guards even, but Aegon always happened to grow so jealous of them. He wanted her to himself. Every single part of her.

“You’re such a whore of a sister but I fucking love it.” Y/n looked up at her brother, her cheek still stinging from his slap but it gave her some sort of pleasure. She loved the way Aegon was with her. Just the sexual tension between them made her feel absolutely thrilled and indescribably horny. She had fucked many men but nobody did it like Aegon does. The siblings had such big desire for each other, absolutely devoted to see one another in filth and excitement at any daytime and at any place they were at. The gardens, the carriage, the kitchen, they even fucked once on the iron throne when everyone was asleep.

Aegon quickly got rid of his belt and undid his pants, giving his sister little to no time to prepare for what’s coming next. He bit his lip as she immediately opened her mouth wide for him and he rammed his cock down her throat, clawing his hands into her soft white hair. Aegon held her tight and made sure every inch of his hard cock was down her throat. He didn’t care about her tearing up nor her desperate gagging. He just wanted y/n to please him fully. He loved the sounds she made and the vibrations of her voice. He grinned down at his cock drunk sister and growled, hands now forcefully guiding her head off of him.

“Look at you” he said while already slightly creaming at the sight of her drool and tear covered face looking up at him. “I love to see you suffering, I fucking love to see the pain in your stupid fucking face whist you still eagerly provide me pleasure.” he gently caressed her red wet cheek, his eyes going all soft and vulnerable at the sight of her happy exhausted face expression. “So happy and pretty with your head all empty for me”

He then threw her on the bed, stomach first, grabbing his sisters ankles and yanking her near the edge of it where he was still standing. He didn’t care and he didn’t want to wait any longer so he ripped her dress apart, making y/n squirm in shock. Aegon then hummed and slightly moaned while guiding his palm up her bare back. “So so beautiful…” he praised under his breath as he looked at her aching and wetness leaking cunt. Y/ns head was still spinning from the lack of oxygen but she was more than ready for the filth that was about to hit any second.

“I’ll give you all of me if you give me all of you” Aegon whispered in her neck as his fingers gently played with her hot cunt. Y/n squeezed her eyes shut in pleasure and pushed her ass back into him, wanting to feel more and closer to her brother. Aegon chuckled in response, his already hurting cock in his free hand, ready to provide them both with the pleasure they were so desperately seeking in each other.

The oldest Targaryen didn’t even hesitate, slammed all the way into his sister and held himself as deep as possible inside of her. Both of them crying out in satisfaction. He reached for y/ns underbelly, slightly pulling her up against his torso while pressing down onto her to make sure she took every last inch of him. He felt his cock pushing inside of her with his hands pressed on her abdomen, making both of them moan out loud when he pressed onto it. Her warmth and tightness made him immediately twitch inside of her. Y/ns eyes rolled back as her head fell onto the mattress and Aegons short nails digged into her ass cheeks. He hummed into her back, still trying to reduce any separation of her and him.

He desired the complete and utter domination over his sister, he wanted to make her his, he wanted to mark her with his cock and cum so no other man would ever allow himself near her again. He wanted to bind his sister to him, showing her that all the shitty men she once had before him were nothing and total losers compared to him.

He slammed his cock into her over and over again, never seeking to stop nor be gentle with her. He grunted and moaned in pleasure. This was all he had ever dreamed of and the fact that y/n seemed to enjoy it just as much made him only go faster and rougher. He fucked her so hard, the young princess wasn’t even capable of finding any words, just laying there getting fucked stupid by her brother. He stuffed her aching cunt full of his cock over and over and he was planning on never missing a day without it ever again.

Of course Aegon was fully intending to release inside of her, breeding her and seeing her full and stuffed with his cum. He wanted to milk her tight hot hole all the time and make her drip and leak of it as much as possible.

Y/n squeezed her brother heavenly as she came around him and dug her nails even deeper into the mattress underneath her. “Aegon please…” is all her empty brain could release from her mouth. Aegon was breathing so heavily, looking down at the red and bloody mess he caused on her burning ass cheeks. “Yes, yes come on me.” he growled as he reached for her head again, forcefully grabbing her by the hair in order to get her mouth to open wide for him. Y/ns toes curled and her thighs began to shake because of the way Aegon still fucked her hard through her high. He looked down at her crying state, blank eyes looking back into his before he spat into her mouth and threw her head back into the mattress again.

Shorty after he came balls deep inside of her clenching cunt but that still wasn’t enough for him. He still wanted more. He demanded all of her. He pulled out once, just for a second, making both of them whine in loss of each other as he looked at the beautiful creamy mess they made together. He cussed under his breath for a moment and guided his milky shiny cock into her again. He surely wasn’t done with her. He never wanted her to forget what having fun with him felt like. He wanted to give her cunt a beating, a memory of what true pleasure is like, something it’s never gonna forget again and will remember forever. He didn’t want her to ache for others anymore. He was going to be the only one to wreck her like that. Just him. Nobody else ever again.

“I want to give you my cum so fucking bad, every fucking day y/n, it’s yours, only yours to take. As soon as you swell with my child nobody will want you anymore. You’ll be mine. Only mine.”

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lovelykhaleesiii · 3 months

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Hello!!! For the requests, can I request one for Aegon II? Pregnancy kink and maybe some family fluff with reader and Aegon's kids?

Divine Honour.

PAIRING: King!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Wife!Reader

WORDS: 1,515.

WARNINGS: domesticity, references of p in v sexual intercourse, pregnancy kink/breeding kink, lactation kink, breast play, swearing, possessive!Aegon ii, slight exhibitionism.

A/N - literally anything that involves Aegon with kids, domesticity and breeding/pregnancy kink is my weakness... I am a whore like that. hope you enjoy, I've combined these two requests :) also dedicating this as a little gift to you all in honour of the King's bday!!!!

"Father! When can we choose an egg for the babe? Meraxes has laid a fresh clutch!"

"How much longer must we wait for this babe?!"

"B-Bub!"

The uproar of their high-pitched, eager voices left Aegon defeated, as he swiftly picked his youngest in his bulky arms, lifting the little princess onto his seated lap, where she settled herself comfortably. Babbling incomprehensible sounds [as she was still yet a babe herself, only able to muster a few coherent words] and idly pointing at your round, swollen belly. Your elder sons on the other hand, twins nonetheless, found themselves encircling their father like hounds, pouncing at his sides, desperate for answers, as you waddled yourself over to the edge of the royal bed, where they outnumbered Aegon.

"How many times must I tell you this, boys? When the babe is ready to come, it will come! Any day now, you'll have either a baby brother or little sister that you can dote on and protect for hours on end... Is that understood?"

The silver-haired boys both ecstatically eyed each other, giddy with excitement and anticipation for the newest arrival into the family, refusing to stand still. Turning towards you, your youngest only a few minutes apart from his elder, Rhaego, warmly embraced your side, careful with his grip around your protruding belly.

"You will find us when the babe is coming? Promise us, mother, that you will!"

The streak of worry tinged across his small, growing face, was enough to melt your heart. He was your exact twin, with some of Aegon's Valyrian-esque features. A smaller boy than his brother, and far more emotionally attached to you.

"Of course, my love. I will need you by my side, okay?"

"Now the lot of you, off to bed! Your mother needs her rest-"

Aegon's deep, stern voice clouded the room, before being met with the sighs and sounds of defeat from his twin boys. Gesturing for your lady in waiting, Sara, to make herself present: leading the boys, Rhaego and Aenys, out, as you warmly kissed each goodnight. Your littlest babe remained safe and sound, wrapped in Aegon's arms, desperately trying to stay awake, as she drifted in and out of sleep.

"And this little princess—”

The sudden drop in his tone, speaking in a volume only above a whisper, and far more softer, was enough to prove that your little girl was Aegon's weakness.

"My little Aelora, just doesn't want to sleep. She has far too much fun with her Daddy."

He plants a tender peck on her head, as she brightly smiles up at her father, taking much of his likeness, before rubbing her small eyes with her tiny fists, edging closer to slumber.

"Here—Here, she just needs her mother's boring touch to put her to sleep”, you tauntingly exclaim.

In exchange for his amusement, you take the babe in your arms, cradling her above your belly, as you gently sway her, lulling her to sleep. Aegon finds himself walking towards the edge of the bed, as he begins to undress, unbuttoning his tunic. Watching you from a meek distance, he feels a palpable twitch beneath the dark fabric of his pants, feels more tighter than he had noticed moments before. His thick cock stirring with excitement, as he witnesses the surreal vision of you holding his babe, whilst carrying his other unborn child.

"You truly are a divine sight, my love... You've never looked more beautiful than you do now."

His heavy words caught your immediate attention, as your focus pans from the sleeping babe to Aegon, looking rather ravenously at you. Although his orbs a light lilac shade, his gaze felt rather dark and menacing, his plump, cherry lips licked and glazing in the candle light. He looked as though he could devour you right there and then, you were rather familiar with this particular sight of your husband.

"Is that so?" You softly chuckle, turning from Aegon to the silent babe, before resuming your attention once more unto him.

"I do not feel so. I feel I am at my heaviest, Aeg. You honestly do not mean to say I am-"

Pouncing to stand, his heavy and heated footsteps pace towards you, a firm grip tugging at your silky night gown by your hips.

"Speak no more, Y/N. You cannot fathom how irresistible you look to me in this very instance... Put her down, I think she's deep in her sleep now, Mumma."

The firmness in his deep voice, almost a mimic of a growling predator, was an occurrence you saw in court, with your husband upholding his position as King. Aegon had established himself as a formidable man, despite the doubts surrounding his succession. You obeyed his command, gently lowering Aelora into her crib, as you nestled the babe in her minuscule, handwoven duvet.

"Come here—”

Gesturing you towards the end of the bed, his wolfish eyes lingered over your every inch, every detail of exposed skin, his hands wandering in sync with the insatiable lust in his eyes, as though it was your wedding night all over again.

"You think you do not look divine? Carrying my precious babe not only in your arms, but in your womb as well? Do you not think it an honour to carry and bear the seed of the King? Need I fuck you s'more and plenty, my dearest. Swelling you with as many children as your body can take, for you to understand your significance, hmm?"

Thoughtless against his lust-filled words, you hadn't even realised how swift and deliberate Aegon's sensual movements were, snaking his sturdy arms around your swollen, tender body, weak against your husband's touch. His soft lips latched to your tender skin, suckling at the sweet crevices of your neck, feeling your Grace slowly making his way carefully down, towards your busting cleavage, as he sat himself down by the end of the bed, pulling you closer towards him, trapped between his thickly sprawled thighs.

"Does your King not make you feel good? Have I failed you as your sovereign and as a husband, hmm? Need I spoil you more than I have already?"

Candidly unbuttoning the few clasps of your low-cut ivory nightgown, your tender, perky breasts instantly exposed themselves to your Grace, each tit filling with milk in preparation for the royal babe. The wintry, crisp air of the night left your skin crawling with chills, and Aegon's calloused hands, groping at each breast did not numb the feeling at all.

"N-No- Ahh, Aeg—"

"So fucking sensitive, look at you... I did this, I did this to you, you do well to remember that—"

"Y-Yes, y-your Grace," You feebly whimper, one hand firmly clasped over Aegon's broad shoulder and the other tangled in the short strands of his platinum locks: desperate to keep composure, as he taunts your delicate body. Flicking his thumb over the peaking buds of your raw, sensitive nipples, deeply chuckling to himself as he earns a helpless moan from you.

"Your body knows exactly how to take, my beloved. Knows what it is expected of, made to take my seed so fucking well, huh? Look at how steady your belly grows day by day, our babe kicking healthily inside... How these tits swell with that sweet, heavenly milk of yours, hmm? You were born for this, my dear. Made ripe for the taking of the King himself."

Without a second to spare, not even so much for a breath, Aegon's ravenous mouth latched itself onto your breast. His warm, slick tongue flicking at your nipple, suckling fiercely, eager for a drop of flavour. Instinctively your hands immediately drop onto his hefty shoulders, nails digging into the thick padding of his apparel. As you gradually grew more accustomed to the exhilarating sensation, your hands travelled their way back up, busying themselves by tugging and pulling at his silver strands: occasionally even guiding Aegon's head deeper into your bosom, keen to satisfy your King's insatiable hunger.

M-My body at th-the disposal of th-the King... The g-greatest honour b-bestowed. K-Keep fucking me, keeping m-me full of his seed—"

The mouth clasped tightly around your breast, a hand remained groping, kneading at your swollen flesh, whilst his other roamed below, firmly squeezing and palming at your ass cheek.

His stout chest heaving breathlessly, as he regained himself: Aegon's mesmerizingly violet eyes fluttered shut momentarily, before gazing upon you intently, a sly smirk strewed across his handsome face.

"Hmm, that's right, my beloved... We might even populate the Red Keep alone, and everyone will know exactly who you answer to... Everyone shall know that I be the man who fucks you hard time and time again, how well your pretty cunt takes my cock and seed. And when your body shows, everyone will know how willing your body is craving to be full of me. My beloved loves the attention from her King, yes?"

"I do, Aeg."

"And I love you... And the children, even the ones you will bear in time... I love you, just as you are."

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Aegon and Aemond sharing their little sister who’s married to Aemond. And maybe Aegon married off for an alliance, and when Alicent asks why Aegon has produced no children of his own, he just looks over at Aemond’s kids like “oh I have” lol. And no one can question the legitimacy bc the kids all look similar enough, their fathers are brothers.

Y/n's eye rolled into the back of her head, her body slumped between the two men, mouth open as Aemond fucked her mouth whilst Aegon smacked her behind as he pounded relentlessly into her. Aemond's hand gripped Y/n cheeks as he pushed harder down her throat, their younger sister gagging slightly as tears rushed down her face, strangled moans coming from her as she came for what seemed the hundredth time since they had entered her bed chambers. She felt raw as Aegon came in her again, his and Aemond's cum mixing inside her as he lazily thrust his semi hard cock into her, their cum oozing out from her greedy cunt. Aemond pulled out her mouth, jerked his hand on his cock before nodding at Aegon to move, pushing himself inside her gushing pussy, her body falling limp against the bed as Aegon chuckled at her wrecked state. Aemond following suit quickly, her pussy clenching tightly around him as she cried and begged him for anything and everything she could think of, feeling herself more full than ever. Aemond pulling out and forcing her onto her back, pillows underneath her to keep their cum in her, wanting another child to add to their hoard as they continuously bred her. Drool on her cheeks as she tried to stay awake, her hands out to pull her brothers to her, the two men sitting beside her as they praised her for taking them both so well.

Aegon left Y/n and Aemond's chambers, returning to his own with his wife asleep, groaning at the sight of her in his warm bed, instead choosing to sleep on the sofa bed near the fire. The next morning Alicent once again approached her son, sighing as he sat upon the throne, his eyes on his sister as Aemond kissed her lovingly as the court spoke aimlessly. "Aegon, you have been married now for almost 3 years, you have no heirs. You are king, if you do have any heirs the throne will pass to Aemond's children." Aegon rolled his eyes, sick of this conversation with his mother as he gave the same answer he always gave.

"Either way my children will be on the throne then." Alicent held her head as she turned and left, she was not blind, neither was the court but no one could question Y/n's children, nor who fathered them. They looked so alike, none of them differentiating but with two brothers impregnating her constantly, neither truly knowing whose cum had been the lucky one to cause the baby to grow, instead agreeing the children were all of theirs.

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SWEET POISON.

Aegon II Targaryen x niece!Reader

Cregan Stark was a decent man, but your heart yearned for the man from whom this marriage would tear you away. Yet you were ignoring him to keep the liaison between you a secret – much to your uncle's infuriation.

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WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT–MINORS DNI; NON/DUB-CON, canon typical incest/targcest (uncle x niece), (semi) public sex, p in v, slight fingering, dacryphilia, slight petting, humiliating, degrading, choking, spitting, mean/dark/jealous/possessive!Aegon, female Reader (with Targaryen traits -> silver hair, lilac eyes)

NOTES: Written for @lovelykhaleesiii 🥰 You prefer the uncle x niece trope? Say no more! Thank you so much! 🤭

The arrangement between you and Cregan Stark made more than sense to tie the North to your mother’s side of the family. Especially if Aegon should ever choose to assert his claim to the Iron Throne, despite not being appointed heir by your grandsire.

It was a good plan, and nothing more than a political arrangement.

You had met Cregan once before the King’s official announcement of your betrothal and the supper he hosted in honor of it, and while he was a decent man, your heart yearned for the man from whom this marriage would tear you away.

All evening you had to endure the cold stare of Aegon. And while his eyes usually were glued to you with a certain softness that caused you to get lost in them, they did nothing more than burn with fury at the end of the feast.

But the announcement of your betrothal was not the trigger, you had informed Aegon beforehand a few nights ago. It was the way you clung to Cregan’s hand as he guided you to the dance floor. The way you smiled and laughed whenever the Stark made a joke. And if this didn’t fuel his jealousy, you not paying any attention to him at all certainly did.

The whole night long.

It wasn’t that you were ashamed of the match made for you, but you were just too afraid to look at Aegon once you’d noticed your mistake, for your uncle was known to be quick to anger and slow to forgive. And you weren't sure if you were ready to face the dragon’s wrath.

The liaison between you was a secret. You were sure your mother and stepfather would feed you to their dragons, if it were to become known to them that your uncle had broken your maidenhead the night you turned ten-and-nine. But the agreement of secrecy seemed to be long forgotten by said uncle, his jealousy clearly taking over.

It was no surprise that, when you eventually exited the throne room as the feast was nearing its end, a shadow in the form of Aegon trailed behind you like a predator waiting for the right moment to seize its prey.

And seizing you he did, once the hallways became more dimly lit and lonelier.

There was an urgency in him when he not-so-gently fisted your hair to pull you back, shoving you into one of the keeps alcoves. He didn’t have to speak first, as there was no need for him to phrase what bothered him. You knew all too well what plagued his mind.

“He–We–We are betrothed,” you whimpered, lips pulling into a pout while your head was firmly pressed against the stone wall of the alcove by Aegon’s hand around your throat, “do not be mad at me.”

Your heart was racing, pounding against the confines of your ribcage with Aegon’s large hand trailing over the bodice of your dress, fisting the skirts of it to lift it enough for his hand to snake underneath. “Are you really sulking now?” he growled, breath reeking of Arbor red as it fanned over your face. His thumb started to circle over the dampened spot in the center of your smallclothes, teasing your little bud. Your small hand reached for his wrist, though you weren’t sure if you wanted to claw his hand off your throat or if you used the grip to keep yourself grounded.

The sound of pleasure that left your lips was the epitome of pathetic, and the volume of it had embarrassment coloring your cheeks and neck in a bright red. Your bottom lip trembled, and, despite the pleasurable sensations that rippled through your core at the ministrations of his thumb, you attempted to wiggle out of his grasp. “Y-Yes!” you all but whined, though you tried your best to keep your voice low considering you were still kind of out in the open, barely shielded by the alcove.

Aegon flashed you a lazy smirk when you focused your eyes from the bawdy tapestry hanging on the wall behind him, finally meeting his eyes. “Then quit the sulking before I give you something to sulk about, niece.”

It was well-known that Aegon was not a proficient warrior, unlike his younger brother, yet this did not mean that he wasn’t strong. His grip on your throat was tight enough to lock you in place, rendering you immobile, and when he placed one thigh between yours, you knew all hope for you was lost.

“Mayhaps I must drag you back to the Throne Room…,” he muttered, tilting his head to the side as he assessed you, watching your eyes grow wide with fear. “... bend you over the table to claim you in front of everyone. Mayhaps this will show my half-sister that you belong to me.”

You tried to cower, lilac eyes flickering between the emeralds on his gold chain and his mocking expression. “Gods,” you breathed, the thought sending shivers down your spine, “p-please, no–” Your words were cut off by your own gasp when two of his thick digits pushed the linen of your smallclothes aside to scarcely drag through your soaked mound, barely using any of your arousal to slide inside without a warning.

But, as quick as his fingers had entered you, they withdrew again, resuming to rubbing your little bud.

“P-Please,” Aegon mocked with a dry chuckle, pushing his lips into a pout to mimic the one you had made before, “you are so pretty when you beg.” The backhanded compliment seemed to be enough to dull your inhibitions, allowing a warmth sensation to bubble in the pit of your stomach. “I know you like it, sweetling,” his head dips forward, looking you down with a sharp expression, “when I treat you like the common whore you are, taking right after your mother.”

And just like that, the warmth vanished, bringing you back to the cold reality and the predicament you had found yourself in. Perhaps you should have seen it coming sooner, having witnessed all the oh so cruel jokes he had made at the expense of his own kin, his younger brother. But why did a part of you crave his cruelness so much?

Your body was torn between feeling a hunger for him and being humiliated by him, the interplay of both leaving you utterly confused. When you turned your head to the side to escape his mocking stare, and hide the tears rolling down your cheeks, Aegon was quick to force you to meet his gaze again, his hand releasing your throat, so his fingers could not-so-gently dig into your cheeks.

“You look at me when you cry,” he commanded, seemingly enjoying the power he held over you, compensating for something he lacked in his everyday life. “Those tears belong to me,” he said, gathering some of them with the pad of his thumb, “just like this sweet cunt of yours. You belong to me, not to that cunt of a Stark. Am I understood?”

When you didn’t answer, he spoke again, but not without spitting on your cheek first, feeding the shame and the humiliation you felt.

“Am I understood?”

Your face grew burning hot with the realization of what he had done, your mouth agape, but before he could spit on you for a second time, you were quick to manage a short whimper of ‘y-yes.’

His lilac eyes were dark blown, a perverted desire flickering in them, and letting you know you were right about the dragon’s wrath. He loomed over you like a vulture, and shielded your small frame from the few people passing the alcove on their way.

“You are so fortunate, little niece. Do you know what other ladies would do to be in your place, to be desired by the future King of the Seven Kingdoms? And how many other ladies would want to be you right now?” You couldn’t bring yourself to correct him, stating that your mother was proclaimed heir long before he was born, as you were too afraid to make your misery even worse. “Many noble lords would kill for their daughter to take your place,” he said, “you should thank me for only wanting you.”

You swallowed thickly, and your voice betrayed you. Instead of giving him the answer he desired, a pathetic moan slipped past your lips, only topped by your legs buckling beneath your weight at the impact of his words, of his possessiveness. His hand found your throat again, keeping you steady.

“Lo iksā daor jāre naejot gaomagon skoros vestran, nyke kessa jurnegon syt iā riña bona kessa.” The High Valyrian slipped past his lips with so much ease, the shock on your face was evident. Never before had you heard him speak the tongue of your ancestors, not even knowing if he could speak it. But the smoothness of his voice, and the lack of accent, made it clear the lazy prince had been a dutiful scholar. “Āeksio Borros iksis gīmigon naejot emagon izula tali. Kostilus mēre hen zirȳ kessa gaomagon.” If you are not going to do what I say, I shall look for a lady that will. Lord Borros is known to have four daughters. Perhaps one of them will do.

Even though no one would know he casted you aside for one of the Four Storms, you resented the thought and the shame it would bring you. “No,” you pleaded, more tears brimming in your eyes, causing your vision to grow blurry. “B–But please let us take this to your chambers,” you whined, “I am scared of someone seeing us.... me.”

“Silence,” Aegon purred, his tone a stark contrast from the harsh one he had used prior. He bowed his head forwards to nuzzle his nose along your cheek, licking up the tears that had run down, before his lips pressed a kiss to your temple. “But in my apartments no one will know you are mine, sweetling.”

So lost in the softness of his voice and the warmth of his breath, you hardly registered him undoing the laces in his breeches, only just lowered enough for him to free his hard cock. Once that was done, he lifted one of your thighs to wrap it around his hip, which brought you close enough to his cock to feel it prodding against your cunt.

“We–We can’t,” you tried to protest, wiggling out of his grasp. But Aegon was adamant, keeping his hand locked around your thigh as he solely relied on the hardness of his cock to breach your core instead of using his hand to guide it in. “Not here… please, uncle,” your voice was reduced to a whimper, and the despair audible. A thousand thoughts flashed before your eyes, the most prominent one being either your mother and stepfather, or even Cregan himself, finding you mid-act.

“I decide where I take you,” he growled your name in a condescending manner, displaying his raw need to prove himself and show the dominance he held over you, “and if I wanted to fuck you in the small council chamber during a meeting, then so be it.”

You released a shuddered breath, and the memories of the delicious stretch his cock brought you clouded your mind to the point you couldn't intervene, only to be revived a split second later with him slowly but surely pushing in. Every ridge and vein of his cock dragged along your inner walls, not making the burning of the stretch any more pleasurable than the countless times he had had you before.

He tilted your head back to expose your throat to him, allowing him to nibble your skin as he started to thrust his hips into yours. His teeth dragged along your throat over to the curve where your neck met your shoulder, and you couldn’t tell if he left any marks or not – even if he did, you didn’t care at this point.

The snaps of his hips weren’t particularly fast or harsh, but deep and determined enough to make your breathing hiccup each time the tip of his cock brushed the sweet spot within you. When one thrust seemed a bit rougher than the others, you released a moan that was a tad too loud for your own liking, but alas, the man in front of you didn’t think so, and was quick to change his pace to coax even louder sounds of pleasure from you.

“Be quiet,” the silver haired prince teased, yet he didn’t do anything to stifle or mitigate your moans, “we do not want to raise any more attention, do we?” The tone of his voice was so wicked, and you damn well knew that was exactly what he wanted. If anyone was to see you two, nothing would stand in his way to get you all for himself. Not Cregan Stark, and not even your stepfather himself, the Rogue Prince.

It was far too easy for him to lose himself in you. Despite some people passing you two, exchanging hushed whispers or releasing disgusted gasps, he couldn’t stop entering you over and over as you bit back on every sound of bliss his thrusts issued forth from your lips.

The hand that cupped your cheek was put behind your head to support it, and allow him to thrust harder into you, each thrust forcing you against the cold stone wall. Perhaps it was the possibility of being caught by your own kin, or being defiled by him so openly, but your peak approached you far too quickly, more so as he adjusted his hips and brought your other leg up around his waist to make his cock reach an angle that had you gasping, whining and clenching around him ever so tightly.

“Go on,” he rasped, tilting his head forwards slightly to lick a flat stripe from the crook of your neck up to your ear, harshly biting down on your earlobe once. “Be a good girl and wet my cock, niece.”

It seemed that all your encounters before had taught your uncle one valuable lesson, because, when you eventually did what he said and your peak crashed over you with soaring pleasure, he moved his hand to clasp it over your mouth to stifle all the moans and whines that escaped your throat. You were loud when peaking, and perhaps that was even too loud for the corrupted prince.

“That’s it,” he purred, “making a mess all over my cock. Just how I like it.”

With a grunt, he reached between your bodies to rub your little bud, prolonging your high and intensifying the feeling of your body erupting in flames as your arousal dripped down his twitching cock.

Your cunt squeezed Aegon tight enough for him to reach his peak with one final thrust, and, when his cock spent itself deep inside of your trembling walls, his hips stilled. It surprised you he didn’t pull out right after, staying nestled inside of you just a few moments longer until his breathing settled back to normal.

Your senses came back slowly, until it didn’t feel like a haze anymore, and made you terribly aware of what had happened. His hands ran over your arse before he lowered you back on the ground, a smug smirk gracing his features.

“Do you know that once I am king, I shall fly North to claim what is mine. You. And I do not care if I must burn down Winterfell or feed that Northerner to Sunfyre. I will come and I will take you.” The determination with which he said it rendered you speechless, as it was far from the Aegon you got to know growing up, and you feared for what the future might hold.

That night in your chambers, when you had changed into a black shift, you stood in front of the mirror and watched your reflection. Upon looking more closely at your neck, you spotted a purplish bruise right at your throat, and it appeared that mayhaps your uncle’s wish might be fulfilled sooner than anticipated when you had to face your mother in the morrow to break your fast.

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