#aegon x fem!reader

[youraverageaemondsimp]

Meddle About // BestfriendsBrother!Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader // MODERN AU

MDNI

Summary: going to your best friend's brother's party shouldn't be much of a big deal right? Till you catch her older brother's eye, THE aegon targaryen, known for his notorious reputation.

WARNINGS: afab!reader, p in v sex, unprotected sex, doggy style, fingering, tiddy sucking, aegon being aegon, spitting, spitting in mouth, aegon is nasty asf, cum eating, manhandling(?), hair pulling, voyeurism (reader walks in on aegon getting blowed), cunty aegon. + not proofread

WC: 2.2k

❝We only met each other just the other day, but you already got me feeling some type of way, now, if I could figure it out, I'd take you back to my house so we can meddle about. ❞

“You coming to the party tonight?” Helaena asks you through the phone and you sigh, “Can't, I need to prepare for the test in a week.” you tell her and you can hear her let out the most disappointed sigh ever.

“Girl fuck those tests, you need to have some fun, you are coming to the party, this isn't a request and if you don't- I will tell literally show up to your house and drag you here.” she says sternly and you chuckle at her words.

“Aegon throws a party every two weeks Hel, I can just attend the next one.” you try to reason but she shushes you, “No, you are coming, that's it.” she hangs up before you could respond and you stare at the phone in disbelief.

You ponder about it, wondering if you should really go, I mean you have the rest of the week to prepare for the test right? Skipping one day doesn't hurt.

So you decide to go.

And here you are in your car, trying to find a place to park as most of the empty spaces were occupied, luckily the targaryens owned this huge amount of slot, so parking here shouldn't be illegal as it was their own property.

After you find the parking spot, you make your way to the entrance gate to the mansion, looking at it in awe as you can hear the DJ play and lights flash.

Seems like Aegon went full out for this.

It wasn't uncommon for him to throw parties, he was the typical popular kid in college who throws a party almost every week, the one with a high body count, the one who's extremely good looking.

You on the other hand, were known to be the topper and pride of the academy, you were popular too, but not as much as him, and the main reason you were popular was because of your good grades and high percentage, being one of the top 5 academically well endowed students in the entire university.

You and Aegon were polar opposites, you didn't even know him that well, just someone that is the brother of your best friend.

The guard at the front asks for your name and you tell him it, and he lets you in, taking note that you were Helaena's best friend.

You stand in front of the huge door, hearing the music boom loudly from the otherside, before ringing the doorbell, only to find it open so you push it open and make your way inside.

You bring out your phone to call helaena and she immediately picks up, “Bitch, I'm here.” you tell her and she lets out a loud squeal, “Where are you? At the entrance? Wait, I'm coming.” she says and you wait a few minutes before you spot her making her way over to you through the crowd, and then dragging you to the pool outside, where it is less crowded.

That's when you spot Aegon, with his legs in the water, top naked and only wearing shorts, there was this girl clinging onto his arm in a bikini, you noticed that it was Cerelle Lannister.

One of the popular girls in the campus as well, but for the same reasons like Aegon.

“You did not tell me this was a pool party.” You say to helaena, looking down at your attire, which was a simple black thigh-length dress that hugged your body like a second skin and she shakes her head, “It's a merged party, so don't worry too much about attire.” she tells you and you nod.

You soon find the time flying by fast, you were having fun, finding classmates that you enjoyed talking to and engaging in fun games at the party with them, and suddenly you needed to pee.

“Hel! I'm going to the bathroom.” you yell loudly over the music and she gives you a thumbs up, acknowledging your words and you chuckle, making your way inside and up the stairs.

The hallway upwards seems empty, the music getting muffled as you go further down it, you open the door to Helaena's room to use the bathroom in her room since she wouldn't let anyone inside, until you spot Aegon at the edge of the bed, getting sucked off by none other than Cerelle.

She doesn't seem to have heard you enter the room, but Aegon surely did because his eyes filt over to you, you freeze up.

He looks directly at you, scanning your body from head to toe, mouth falling open as he breathes heavily, he grabs Cerelle's hair, pushing her further to in to take his cock in her mouth, while he maintains eye contact with you, you stand there not knowing what to do, he smirks at you, before he throws his head back and groans, coming undone in her mouth.

You quickly step outside the room and shut the door quietly behind you, and that's when you realise you entered the wrong room, you curse yourself internally and go into Helaena's room to do your business.

You clean up and come out of the room, only to find Aegon standing in the hallway, leaning against his door as if he was waiting for someone.

“Y/N isn't it?” he asks, and you nod.

He walks towards you, closing the distance between you both, causing you to press your back against the wall.

“The school's pride huh? I've heard a lot about you.” he tells you and you stand there confused.

Why is he trying to make a conversation as if nothing had happened earlier? That you did not just walk in on him getting his dick sucked?

But most importantly, why is he showing interest in you?

“I hope they're good things.” you reply back, sighing.

Maybe you can get acquainted with him, after all it would be nice to know your friend's brother just in case.

“Oh they are, you're often praised for being smart,” his eyes scan your figure, “But fuck, they missed out one core detail of how fucking hot you are.” he leans in, whispering in your ear.

You feel the goosebumps rise and shiver, which doesn't go unnoticed by him, earning a chuckle from him.

“Uh, thanks I guess, I need to go-” you push him off, and try to leave but he grabs your hand and pulls you to him, his gazes at your lips, licking his own and leaning in, you put your hand up to his lips pushing him away and freeing yourself from his grip, before rushing downstairs, away from him.

You thought that interaction would be the last of him.

But it wasn't.

It was almost as if the gods had heard you praying to make him leave you alone but they were like 'no'

So here you were, standing shocked with your apartment door open as you took in sight of Aegon, he was dripping wet from the rain that was pouring heavily outside.

“How did you find me?” you question, genuinely worried if he was stalking you, but he simply showed you the message of Helaena sending him your address when he said he got stuck in the rain, since you were nearby.

And that's when you receive a message from Helaena, ‘hoping that you won't mind letting Aegon in, since it looks like the rain won't stop anytime soon, and there is too much traffic.’

You sigh and reply to her, ‘of course not.’

You step aside and Aegon smiles widely, welcoming himself in, removing his wet boots and socks before stepping on the carpet.

You go inside your room and grab a towel, before throwing it at him, “Don't bother me, I'm studying.” you warn him and he raises his hands up in surrender, “I won't.” he says.

Well that was a fucking lie.

Because here you were, making out with him on your bed.

He rubs himself against you, creating friction to ease his ache as he kisses you hungrily and frantically, your hands tugging on his hair as you pull him closer, rubbing your cunt against him whilst straddling him.

He pulls from the kiss, hands groping your tits, and you gasp when he pinches your nipples, before pulling up your shirt, and pushing your bra down to reveal your breasts, he gives kitten licks to your pebbled up nipples before placing wet kisses.

“Fuck, I have been thinking of this lately.” he mutters, taking in your nipples wholly inside his mouth, suckling on it slowly. “Been wanting to fuck you since helaena bought you home.” he mutters, the other hand massaging your other breast, he pulls away before taking off your top completely and unhooking your bra, his hands then move to the band of your shorts, you get off him to pull them down, along with your panties, he takes this time to remove his own clothing, leaving you both bare.

“We barely knew each other before that party but fuck-” he pins you down on the bed, one hand holding both your hands up while his other holds your thigh, grabbing it and spreading you wide.

“Do you know how many times in this past weeks I had thought about just taking you to my house and fucking you senselessly?” his fingers dip down to your entrance, catching your wetness and bringing up it to coat your clit in it. “So. Many. Fucking. Times.” he pinches your clit harshly causing you to gasp.

“Aegon-” you whine, breah growing heavy, “What?” he asks before pinching it one more time, making you squirm.

His fingers travel downwards before he inserts one finger into your awaiting hole, slowly stretching you open, his grip on your wrists never falter once as his other hand works wonders, plunging in and out of you, creating lewd sounds.

He inserts another finger, curling them upward, grazing that spot causing you to clench around him in arousal, he repeats his motions and soon you cry out his name as your orgasm hits you. “Fuck- the way your cunt is fluterring around my fingers- i need it to do that on my cock.” he pulls his finger out, before inserting them in your mouth.

“Clean it up.” he commands and you obey, tongue swirling around his digits and sucking as you clean your wetness off of his fingers, he pulls out his fingers and kisses you instead, groaning when he feels the tangy taste of you on his tongue.

He pulls away from the kiss, “Keep your mouth open.” He tells you and you obey, and he purses his lips before spitting in your mouth, you flinch when you feel it land. “Swallow.” you shut your eyes tightly and do as he said.

“Good girl.” He praises you, and the praise goes straight to your core, causing you to push your thighs together.

He lets go of your hands, before getting up slightly and changing positions.

He flips you on to your stomach, before pulling your ass up, causing you to balance on your all fours as he kneels behind you.

“Fuck, I do not have a condom.” he mutters and you turns slightly to look at him, “It's fine, I'll take a pill in the morning.” you assure him and he nods.

He grabs you by your waist before shoving himself deep inside you in one swift thrust, causing you to moan and fall on your elbows at the sudden intrusion, he grabs your waist tightly before starting to move, thrusting in and out.

Your body jolts front and backwards at the intensity of his thrusts, one of his hands leave your waist to grab your tits, giving them a squeeze before the same hand collects your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail and he tugs on it, causing you to shift back on your hands again.

He uses your hair and waist as leverage to fuck brutally into you, his pace never faltering once, he grunts and groans when you clench around him, “Look at you, taking my cock so well.” he praises you, the hand gripping your waist goes downwards to your front, finding your clit.

He rubs fast circles unto it while thrusting, making you gasp as you feel your high approaching, “Fuck- Aeg- I'm gonna cum.” you blabber, and as soon as he hears that, he rubs your clit even faster, causing you to reach your peak once again.

You moan loudly into the room as the pleasure courses through you, your cunt clenching around him in pleasure which makes him throw his head back, “ ‘m gonna cum inside you” he murmurs as his thrusts turn sloppy before he comes to a sudden halt, spurting his hot cum inside you, only to move slowly again, riding his orgasm out.

He pulls out and watches as his spend leaks out of you, before collecting it on his finger, and tasting it, along with your juices.

He flips you onto over your back, and you breath heavily, trying to come down from the high, until you feel him once again at your entrance.

You look at him in confusion.

“Oh you didn't think we were done yet, were you?” he smirks.

Oh gods.

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[peterparkersnose]

Throne

pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x fem!reader

word count: 3k

warnings: smut, sugar daddy themes (not au), undefined relationship, dominance, teasing, aegon can be such a fucking asshole, guilt tripping, neck play, angst, public pleasuring, punishments (yay), dirty talk, fem!receiving oral, fingering, begging, delayed orgasm, blood play, degradation, aftercare, aegon's ownership of reader

a/n ok ok ok i actually really enjoyed writing this smut. so much. i just love me a good dominant man that does what he wants (within reason ofc we love consent here)

summary Y/N is taught a lesson by Aegon

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read time: 11 mins 1 second

“What is it?” she asked, bursting into the throne room angrily. No bows, no titles, just anger.

Aegon smirked at her devilishly, watching her approach him with such an angsty tone.

“I cannot just simply ask for you to pay me a visit?” he asks, unfolding his legs from the childish position on the Iron Throne and straightening his back.

“I don’t like being torn from my studies just because you wish to see me.”

He laughs out loud, almost mockingly. “A ‘Hello your Majesty’ and perhaps a bow would have done.” Aegon scoffed, staring her body up and down like she was a new shiny toy. He noticed the dress she was wearing; the one he had commissioned for her after she was such a good girl after their previous endeavors together. She earned it- she deserved it. 

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Aegon said, rubbing his legs until he got to his knees and finally stood.

“Have you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and walking closer to him.

“It’s rude to deny your king of what he wishes. I called upon you nearly an hour ago.” Aegon declares as he skips down the stairs, meeting her halfway and softly grabbing her wrists. He was just as an impatient man as he was a gruesome King. He holds her at arm’s length, looking her up and down once again with hungry eyes. 

“And you are what I currently desire.”

She catches her breath as she stares at him. “You called me out of my studies… for this?”

She stares at him, her heart pounding against her ribcage. The room feels suffocating as if the tension between them has thickened the air. Her initial confusion morphs into a wave of disappointment and frustration, evident in the deep furrow that forms between her brows.

Her disgust was off-putting to him. With a menacing glare, so different from the adoring one he had for her moments ago, he pulled her close and brought his fingers to her chin, and forced her to stare into his gaze. His face contorts, momentarily betraying a flicker of vulnerability, as her disgust pierces through his facial facade. In response, his expression transforms, and his previously adoring gaze is replaced by a cold stare that bores into her soul. “I can do what I want, when I want. I am the King. Do you understand?” 

The weight of his words hangs heavily in the air, a chilling reminder of his position of authority. 

She does not reply, her lips tightly sealed as she gazes into his tired eyes. It looks like he hasn’t slept in days. In fact, it was clear that he hasn't slept in days. The exhaustion seeps into every fiber of his appearance, affecting his posture, his movements, and even the cadence of his voice. His shoulders sag, burdened by the weight of ruling the Seven Kingdoms, and perhaps watching over her every movement. She wasn’t obedient enough yet for his liking, evident by her previous actions of the day. 

“Do you understand?” he asks once again, this time with more anger backing up his tone. Aegon was not one to be denied, especially when he felt such ownership over her. His grasp on her wrists became tighter as his breath now drew on her ears. “You act like you don’t deserve this dress. I had it made for you. Act like you deserve it, love.” 

“I’m sorry…” she whispered, closing her eyes as his words flew through her. She let out a shuttered breath. 

Aegon smirked at her, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. It was a kind smirk to most, but she could recognize the evil behind his mask. “Not good enough,” he groaned. 

“Perhaps you shouldn’t wear it anymore. You are misbehaving, hm? What happens to disobedient girls? Do they get to keep all the presents they were so gracefully gifted?”

Aegon’s hand moved to her neck, softly squeezing it. It didn’t harm her, if anything it would be seen as comforting. But she knew, she knew how Aegon worked. His hand traveled from her neck to her collarbone, touching the stone necklace that rested on her chest. “So pretty,” he whispered, fingering the stone. As he got bored of that, his hand traveled to her neckline. Right between her cleavage, he dipped his fingers under her hem, feeling the top of her breasts. 

She looked beyond him and to the Iron Throne, feeling the oh, so familiar guilt mixed with pleasure wave crash upon her once again. 

Aegon’s fingers moved from her chest, following the hem of the neckline of the dress up to her sleeve, and pushed her left sleeve down exposing her shoulder. “What shall your punishment be?” he asks her, bending over slightly to kiss her shoulder ever so softly. His hand moved to her cheek now, cupping it and forcing her to look at him once again. 

“Punishment? What for?” she asked. He couldn’t tell if she was toying with him or being serious. He let out a cruel little laugh. “For being late to my summoning and disobedient to your King.” he scoffed, stating his words like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“You treat me as such even though I treat you so kindly. Do you know how many coins this dress cost the crown?” he asked, pulling down her other sleeve. She shook her head no.

“More than I pay any one of these useless studs in a year.” he said, looking around at the six guards that stood obediently in the throne room. They all looked the same and sat perfectly still, their only intention to protect this arrogant man and the crown. 

She quite adored the dress. Aegon really did well with this gift, it was spot on to what she wished for. Perhaps above her wildest dreams of what it could be, it most definitely exceeded her expectations from their… their strange agreement. The dress, in every aspect, seemed tailor-made for her. It was neck tied with a few buttons around the back of her neck and with a short sleeve. It was colored a deep gold and bronze. The colors seemed to breathe life into the fabric, casting a radiant glow that shimmered with every movement she made. The neckline plunged, showing off her assets quite nicely. It had beautiful traditional embroidery, one fit for a noble of quite high standings. The waistline, designed with precision and purpose, hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her frame with a subtle grace. A bust of gold adorned the ensemble, meeting at her navel and drawing attention to her slender waist, creating a beautiful pattern that enhanced her natural beauty. It was floor length and seemed fit for a Queen. 

“You will behave. Even if I have to teach you a lesson. It’ll do you better than any of those stupid Septas teaching you how to be a Lady.” he whispered to her, now grabbing her hand at her side and entwining his fingers with hers. It was a surprisingly kind gesture, one she didn’t expect from him. 

He led her to stand in front of the Iron Throne, her back to the chair and he stood a step below her. It felt almost wrong, as he was the King and she was just a noble Lady. She looked at him with a confused face, unsure of what he was doing. Aegon had a terrible grin displayed as he looked her up and down once more. Aegon placed his hand on her stomach, pushing her back into the throne. 

“Aegon what are you…”

He shushed her quickly and harshly. 

“You will obey. Do you hear me?”

She nodded. He got down on his knees, reaching out one of his hands for her to place her hand in. He graciously accepted her hand, kissing it slowly, giving each finger its deserved attention. She was flushed, embarrassed at what the guards must have been viewing at that moment.

Little did she know, that was the easiest part of this she would have to endure in terms of embarrassment. 

“Did I ever tell you how pretty your hands are? So gorgeous.” he kissed her palm. “Especially when they are around my cock. That’s my favorite, seeing your pretty little fingers work for me.” 

Her eyes widened as he said these words. A red tint came to her cheeks, but that only made Aegon want more of a reaction from her. 

Aegon dropped her hand, now placing his hands on both of her thighs over her dress. “I want no complaints from your lips. Do you understand?”

She was hesitant to answer him again. Furrowing his brows, he was angered by her rebellion. He grabbed down on her thighs harder now, his thumb trailing dangerously close to her core. His eyes met hers once again, waiting for a response. 

“Mhm,” she whined out, feeling the pressure building between her thighs. 

“Good girl.”

With a sudden movement, his hands left her thighs over her dress. Aegon lifted her legs to his shoulders, each leg resting on each shoulder. He moved his hands to cradle her lower back, pulling her closer to his face. She squirmed, as she did not expect this move from him at all. She didn’t have time to complain. His hands delved under her skirt, pulling at her undergarments and swiping a finger over her bundle of nerves. 

He laughed at her reaction, watching her squirm under his touch was one of his favorite sights. 

“Hold your pretty present for me.” he ordered, speaking sweetly with a hint of cruelty as he bunched up her skirt, holding the expensive fabric in his hands for her to grasp. She listened. 

“B-but Aegon, the guards.” she protested. He looked at her and rolled his eyes, smirking and staring at her with a look that she was the most idiotic woman in the world. “Fuck the guards, my love. Perhaps they’ll enjoy the pretty little noises you’ll make for me. Stroke their own cocks to the memory of your wails after their shift.”

She gasped at his words in shock. Her gasp was followed up with another one, but a pleasurable one. Without warning, Aegon delved his face between her thighs and began lapping eagerly at her cunt. There was no warning, just an over sense of his tongue on her. 

Y/N let out a guttural groan, her hands moving straight to his hair. She pulled ever so lightly, her head resting against the back of the throne as he worked his magic. “But if anyone… if anyone were to see.” she says between breaths, now looking down at his blonde head between her thighs. He stopped momentarily and looked up at her. He licked his lips, as her juices dripped off his chin. 

“Then they will see that I am very obviously busy.”

He returned to his place between her thighs, but this time brought a finger to her and inserted it. 

“Aegon!” she cried out as he did, pushing herself forward and more eagerly into his grasp. She could feel his chuckle on her cunt as he stopped momentarily. He kissed her and continued his multitasking of eating her out and fingering her. His nose sat perfectly within her. It was almost as if his nose was made just for her cunt. 

He works for a while more, he could feel her pulsating around his fingers. This only drove him more mad, as if he was drunk off of her. He inserted another finger, revealing another groan from her that went straight to his cock. He pumped in her faster by the second, he was sure she was going to cum any minute now. “Are you close?”

She nodded eagerly. A smile came to his lips. “Do you want to cum?” he asked, his wrist beginning to hurt with the angle he was pumping his fingers in and out of her. Oh, how he would suffer for her pleasure. 

“Use your words,” he says sharply. “Tell me how you want it.”

“I-I…” she could barely form a sentence. “Tell me,” he ordered her. “Beg for it,”

Her hips rolled against his touch as she cried out for him. “P-please, let me cum.” she whispered out, with all her might she had left. 

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you, dear.” Aegon teased her cruelly, her words weren’t enough to satisfy his needs. “Say my name like I’m yours, like you fucking mean it.”

“Aegon,” she breathed out, trying her best to keep her eyes open. “Louder,” he demanded. “Say it like you mean it.”

“Aegon!” she blurted out, loud enough for anyone down the hallway to hear her voice. “Just like that, yes.” he praised her, brushing his free hand up her thigh. His touch sent chills down her spine, a foreshadowing of what was about to come. He could feel her heat rising, her climax was definitely near. He kissed her thigh, looking up at her pretty face as she moaned, her head bowed back and her left hand in his locks. This is exactly how he wanted her; this was what she deserved. A fitting punishment for a brat such as herself. 

“Yes, you can do it. Come on my fingers, pretty girl.” he says, moving his fingers to her clit and circling it just as he knew she enjoyed it. She tried to speak his name, but she couldn’t process the syllables to do so. She had used the last remnants of her voice moaning his name only seconds ago as he had requested. Only a strange mutter mixed with a moan came from her. “Oh yes, just like that.” he says, adding now a third finger temporarily, stretching her out. Aegon was pleased by her lack of words. She nods as he does so, with her hands moving from being entwined in his hair to absolutely anything around her. 

Usually, when they were in bed, she would grasp the sheets when she became close. It was something to ground her, making her feel stable in her weak state as she would cum. Now as she was surrounded by swords, there wasn’t much to hold on to. But that thought didn’t occur to her, as she was too obsessed with the orgasm that currently racked through her body. She let out a cry as she stupidly grasped a sword, slicing her finger as she came.

Aegon didn’t notice this at first, all he could do was watch her cunt clamp down on his fingers. He smirked evilly as he kissed her slit once more, then grabbed the bunched-up dress from her waist and made her modest once again. 

She was still breathing heavily from her orgasm, but her eyes were on her now sliced finger. “Fuck,” she whispered. That caught Aegon’s attention. He now stood in front of her, ready to scold her for her language, but then saw her wound. 

“You stupid woman.” he scoffed, grabbing her wrist. He inspected the cut. “How could you be so dumb? Grabbing the Iron Throne?” he asked, looking at her with a certain look of disdain. 

“I suppose you want me to fix it.” he groaned, looking into her eyes. A sense of embarrassment has filled her, more than already had. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. 

“Good. You’ve learned your lesson.” he smiles with dead eyes, his power trip coming to its height as he praised her. 

He takes her finger into his mouth, licking off the blood. Y/N groaned as he did, as his tongue swiped the cut roughly. Aegon enjoyed watching her in pain, swirling his tongue on her cut as he did with her clit just minutes ago. 

After the wound was empty of blood, he swallowed hard. So obviously, letting her know that her blood now rested in his throat. As a way to let her know that he truly does own her. 

“Do you want a bandage? I would hate for that to get infected.” 

He lets go of her hand.

She inspected her now-cleaned cut, but more blood seemed to seep through. Y/N knew all too well that it wouldn’t be that easy with Aegon.

“Do you want one?” he asks her. She nods. He comes close to her once again, grabbing her chin like he did before, and looked into her eyes, their faces only inches apart. “Use your words, love.” he says quietly but dominantly. 

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” he asks, raising her chin slightly.

“Yes, please.”

“Good girl.” he purred once again. Aegon snapped his fingers at the nearest guard, and within seconds a bandage is delivered to him, along with some sanitizing liquid in a vile. The guard returns to his place. Y/N struggled to look the man in the eyes, knowing all six guards heard her moments before. 

He carefully took her hand, treating it with such grace. “Such a shame to see your pretty fingers hurt. Be more careful next time, dear. I don’t like my things to be broken.”

Aegon took some of the sanitizer and placed it on her cut. It made her pull back her hand slightly as she seethed at the pain. “You could have warned me,” she hissed. Aegon rolled his eyes. “Watch your tongue, girl. I am doing you a favor.”

He closed the vile and placed it in his pocket, and began to unwrap the bandage. “Is it too tight?” he asked her, looking up at her with kind eyes. She knew that his care wouldn’t last long, so she enjoyed it while she could. “No, my King. Just right.” she replied. He smiled as she used his proper title, the feeling of love he had for her returning momentarily. Aegon tied off her bandage, lifting her wrist and kissing her finger. 

"There we go," he says proudly, looking from her hand and back to her. Aegon was in awe of what was his. She looked absolutely gorgeous in her post-orgasm state. He huffed proudly.

“All better.”

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INVISIBLE STRING — Modern!AU

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STATUS: On Going.ㅤㅤㅤㅤLAST UPDATE: January 27th

PAIRING: Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY: A disastrous break up led you to them; three guys living in a huge apartment and in need of a new roommate who helped with the way too expensive rent.

TAGS: strangers to friends to lovers, insecurities, fluff, slow burn, mutual pining, slight angst, miscommunication, use of y/n, modern!hotd au, new girl!au, roommates to lovers, side pair baela x jace, cregan stark x reader.

NOTE: just fyi all the chapters are named after taylor swift's songs/lyrics bc im an annoying swiftie.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPROCESS: 6/23 Chapters.

Chapter 1 — lavender haze

Chapter 2 — begin again

Chapter 3 — bejeweled

Chapter 4 — you must like me for me.

Chapter 5 — it's nice to have a friend.

Chapter 6 — girl at home.

Chapter 7 — take it as a compliment

Chapter 8 — it hits different 'cause it's you.

More soon...

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[lovelykhaleesiii]

A Little Too Tight...

PAIRING: chubby!King!Aegon ii Targaryen x Queen!fem!Reader

WORDS: 2,445.

SUMMARY: Aegon’s new physique has stirred the feeble minds of his council, and he demands for your urgent appraisal... 

WARNINGS: chubby!Aegon, mentions of wg, brief mention of fatphobia, p in v sexual intercourse, praise kink, breeding kink, dub-con, swearing. 

A/N - uhm so this came in the spur of the moment, something that was meant to be short and sweet... I couldn't resist. my beautiful online soulmate @bucknastysbabe and I were frothing over this idea, so it’s a dedication to her <3 

hope ya’ll enjoy also x 

The endless hours that torturously dragged on, felt like an eternity for Aegon. Sat atop the Iron Throne, somewhat uncomfortably, he’d been forced to dedicate his entire day mindlessly listening to his dedicated subjects, mostly complain of minor, futile issues that could’ve been resolved easily. Mayhaps if Sunfyre was present, no one would dare to speak for so long or would feel discouraged to...

A lower ranked, elderly lord that presented himself before the court and his King, took up most his time, continuing to speak on, whilst Aegon found himself slowly lulling to sleep, his head occasionally nodding off, resting over his hand, as his pudgy fingers covered his closed eyelids. Much to his disadvantage, seated where all eyes could feast upon him, he would often be disturbed and dragged back to reality, by his grandsire, the Hand, Otto Hightower. Attempting to mask his prompts his King awake, with loud coughs at the foot of the throne.  Aegon fleetingly exchanged a frustrated look with his kin, before reluctantly resuming his attention back at the meek crowd beneath him. 

Gods, what he wouldn't do to be by your side right now, taking in your sweet fragrance, as you lovingly hand fed him his favourite delights and cakes, both of you retreated in the quiet peace the royal gardens offered, whilst the world outside disappeared momentarily. He knew that, that was where you would most likely be found, as he vividly envisioned you in his mind:

A dense book in your hands, completely immersed in the text, unaware of your surroundings,  laid hidden and tucked against the support of some ancient tree. 

A faint, warm smile appeared on his face, instinctively, just at the thought of you innocently going about your day, missing him [he had hoped]... 

His pleasant thoughts however, soon interrupted, by the low, brooding sound blaring from his soft, pudgy belly. There was no argument to rebut, Aegon had grown quite stout since becoming King. The once, average sized prince, now supporting a full, grown belly, and thick thighs to partner with it, after years of indulgence had finally caught up with him. Aegon, was surprised to see, just how much you’d still adored him, possibly even more now... 

“There's more of you to love.” Your sweet words would beckon, as he’d tenderly reminisced. 

He was bashfully ashamed at first, and often reminded of the humiliation his new-found appearance presented to the realm, supposedly as his family would disclaim. Although, the adoration you constantly showered him, lustful for his thicker body, pleading for his touch regardless of its changes, helped Aegon to overcome the guilt he self-inflicted. He dismissed the hate determinedly, for your judgement was the only one that mattered. 

Another gurgling sound erupted from the buried pit of his stomach, instinctively one thick hand clenched over his stomach, as he meekly tried to readjust himself in the seat. The throne had now grow uncomfortable for Aegon to relish on, as he barely was just able to fit the seat, his flesh dug deep into the metal, often leaving sore, red marks for you to tend to after a day of ruling. 

He’d shyly confessed to himself, he’d only just devoured some fresh pastries presented to him an hour ago, along with a flagon of ale, to wash the goods down. How could he have possibly grown an appetite so soon after? 

Mentally, he felt peckish, craving for something along the lines of sweet, however physically the bloating of his stomach said otherwise. Too consumed in his own perpetual thoughts about you, he hadn't realised the gradual discomfort his belt was inciting, restricting the natural movement of his swollen gut, even hindering his ability to naturally breathe. Aegon tried multiple times to muffle the growling of his stomach with a cough, the faces of his subjects slowly expressing concern, as their plump King grew flustered before them. By each agonising, passing minute the gurgles and growls grew louder, and sounded for longer, Aegon discretely yet desperately tugging at his belt, in a poor attempt to loosen the material. As he managed to shift the belt further down his belly towards his waist line, he found some relief that only lasted for a split few seconds, regretting the breath he had longingly expelled... 

SNAP!

In a swift, rapid moment, Aegon’s belt had busted open, the buckle breaking free from its lock, his wide, soft belly now plunging outward. Gazing to where the broken belt had fallen beneath his feet, and onwards towards his subject, he felt his plump cheeks burning feverish and scarlet, eyes widened in revelation. 

Some expressed genuine looks of pure shock, as others turned their attention towards the ground or elsewhere, opting too scared to gaze upon their glutton King. The old lord that had spoken monotonously, stuttered out his final words before coming to a halt, unable to continue on past what had just unfolded. 

“Get out-” Aegon uttered, his grip on each of the metallic armrests of the throne tightening with each second. As his rage brew, his brows furrowed in anger, unable to maintain eye contact, his lilac eyes fleeting from the stony steps below and back again towards the meek lords. 

“Your Grace, we have much to get through. Such events do not mean-” 

“Dare your King to repeat himself again, and I shall have your fucking tongue, Beesbury. I said everyone, out!” Aegon furiously roared, slamming his large fist over the molten arm rest, rising from his seat viciously as he threateningly towered over them all. As the Kingsguard hastily guided everyone out before rushing off themselves, Aegon instructed the last remaining knights, commanding for your immediate presence, “bring my wife to me now...”

Ser Arryk found you easily, just as where Aegon had suspected, in the floral solace of the lush green gardens. Rushing to escort you safely to Aegon, Ser Arryk hesitantly explained the situation that had unfolded, as you’d annoyingly pestered him for answers. You helplessly felt a cheeky grin beam across your face, that you tried to straighten before reaching the familiar doors to the throne room. 

“He awaits for you, my Queen.” 

Opening a single door for you, you politely thank the guards and Ser Arryk, before slowly filing in. Your focus immediately panning towards your beloved husband, witnessing him defeatedly sat upon the infamous Iron Throne, his face buried in the palm of his hands. As your small footsteps grew more prominent, he met your sorrowful gaze with a miserable one, a soft “Aegon” escaping your lips, as you came to a halt before the stony steps of the throne. 

“Up here, now.” 

It had finally registered just how serious Aegon was about the situation at hand, his voice was low and his tone unamused. A part of you was intimidated unlike before, uncertain of what your husband’s intentions were to follow, although a desperate, buried part of you grew flustered by the lavish sight before you. Despite what Aegon perceived of himself, you found him to be incredibly desirable, craving for your King to defile you right then and there...

As you took the final closing steps towards him, you felt the habitual urge to courtesy, and as you found yourself kneeling, your gaze fell upon the broken belt beneath. Your eyes lingered over it for a few seconds, before meeting Aegon’s stoic gaze that must’ve been fixated on you the entire time, you anxiously crept your way towards him. 

His hands immediately reached over, gripping the material of your gown, as means to hike it up over your front. He began promptly tugging at the silk fabric, pulling you in closer towards his large frame. Leaning back against the throne, his head nudged for you to take a seat over him, straddling his dense lap, just after you'd removed your garments beneath. It took you a while to gain some sort of comfort and stability, for his plush, fleshy thighs took up the entirety of the seat whilst his portly stomach obstructed the front, causing a slight natural gap between. Left with no choice however to kneel over him, his hands held firmly on your waist providing you extra support, as he pushed you in closer, not minding the pressure against his stomach. 

“Your King demands that you sate him-” 

Precisely on cue, you felt yourself gently lowering down over his thigh, ever so slowly pacing yourself back and forth, as your bare cunt stirred some heat beneath the tight fabric of his pants. 

“Hmm, is that so?” You whisper into Aegon’s ear, as one arm wraps around his neck softly, whilst the other tightly grips over his broad shoulder. 

“Now how will you do so, dear wife? I can feel your cunt already throbbing for me-” 

Your pace remained steady, although further attempting to plunge your entire mass into his thighs, as your cunt ached and selfishly craved for more. Your entrance began to moisten with each fleeting second, as the wetness began to pool from either sides of your walls, the thought of Aegon’s body stimulating you. 

“Shall I-I mention, just how much this sight of you turns me on? From the moment I entered, I wished nothing more than for your fat cock to be inside of me-”

Aegon began to leave a wet, trail of kisses down across your neckline, sucking on your soft, sweet-scented skin. He'd only managed to release a low “mhmm” growl, before resuming his suckling. 

“Can’t you just smell me, my Lord? How wet I am for you, how wet only you could make me? Is this not enough for you?” 

Aegon swiftly, moved his face directly against yours, now face to face, as his eyes hungrily lingered over your lips. 

“Such filthy words, from such a beauty. Have I tarnished you so?” 

“In ways your Grace, you cannot fathom. I need you to fuck me, now, Aegon.” 

One hand released from your waist and gripped your sulken chin, like a spoilt child about to be scolded. 

“Selfish, spoilt girl. So needy for your King, aren’t you? My sweetling-” 

Aegon’s breathing grew heavier, beginning to heave as your body gracefully slammed into his, your pace fastening. Your wetness had now pooled, soaking the worn material beneath, the friction of your skin against his material, flaring against your cunt.

“Want your King’s cock to spread you so wide, filling you up with my seed, until I'm certain a heir is made, hmm? Is that what you want, my dear?” 

“Ugh-Y-Yes-” You weakly moan, your fingers had found their way through to Aegon’s short, platinum strands, gripping and pulling at his roots. Feeling your plump, tender breasts shoved against his thick chest, you’d finally succumbed to not wanting to talk, plunging your moist lips against his pout, tongues entwined as you both shared a long, passionate kiss. Breathless by the time you’d stopped, you had felt Aegon’s cock strongly protruding beneath your entrance, eagerly pulsating, its urge to bury itself inside of you was palpabable beneath. And yet his swollen belly interfered for he could lay back no further on the throne, struggling to align yourself to his cock, Aegon grew frustrated with himself once again. 

“Get up-” Aegon sternly commanded, and without hesitation, you did as you were told, earning a cocky chuckle from Aegon, as he watched you weakly yet obediently stand, whilst he undid his tight pants. Sighing as he gained some more relief from the restrictive fabric. 

“How obedient you get, when you are so desperate for my cock. Turn-” 

And again, you mindlessly obeyed. Turning to face the absent crowd, the empty hall beneath, as you felt Aegon hastily hiking up the back of your gown. 

“Okay baby, come down, slowly, slowly- That’s it, baby-” 

A thoughtless moan escaped your lips, as your gripped the rails of the throne, whilst desperately trying to adjust to his massively wide size. Opening your walls up vastly, as the tip buried itself deeper, your back arched perfectly, as his stomach rightfully filled the curve of your spine. One of Aegon’s arms snaked up towards your front, a palm covering your breast, as he cradled you, as to avoid you from falling forward, whilst the other guided your hips as he shoved his cock into your cunt from behind. 

“That’s it, my sweetling. You did so well, now cum for me, angel. Your King commands it.” 

His palm that easily groped your breast, began to message the cupped flesh, kneading at it as he resumed leaving wet trails against the sensitive crook of your neck. 

“A-Aeg-Please-” You breathlessly muttered, one hand reaching over to grip his forearm that crossed over your front. 

“Look at you trying to take me in, can never get used to it, huh? And yet you crave for it always-” 

“Hmm, Aeg- Fill me up, I need you to fill me-” 

With your weight ontop and his bulkier mass already holding him down, his thrusts were sloppy yet powerful. Your walls clenched over his cock tightly, as you could sense the tip stroking and just hitting your cervix, from the right angles, a white, bolting flash coursing through your body, causing you to shudder effortlessly. 

“Is my cock not enough, that you wish for more? Want to swell and carry my heirs, is that it?” 

“Mhmm, y-yes Aeg, p-please! Al-Almost there, m-my King-” Your nails beginning to dig deeper into the fabric of his fleshy forearm, your head instinctively turned towards his, taking in his scent as you tried desperately to regain your breaths. 

“Who am I to deny, my Queen then?”

Just as you’d felt your wetness drenching Aegon’s cock, oozing between your inner thighs, you felt Aegon’s warm, rich cum shooting upwards inside, causing you to shed one last heroic cry of his name. 

Taking you both a few minutes to gather yourselves, regaining your breaths, strength and consciousness, Aegon helped to clean you, straightening the creases of your gown, before you attended to him. Your legs felt partially numb from having knelt for some time, and weak from his cock, yet Aegon’s hand held supporting you, as you reached down picking up the broken garment. 

You both pondered over it, noticing the guilt overtaking Aegon’s face once more, as the sash in your hands acted as a shameful reminder of what he'd become. 

“This- This means nothing to me, Aegon... You are the King. What you say goes, and no one will tempt to question you. Show them your strength, show them that this- [gesturing at the vanquished belt in your hand] is what will become of them, if they dare to try...” 

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[fan-goddess]

Two accidents and a coincidence

Pairing: Modern!Aegon Targaryen x reader

Summary: Aegon always saw you as the same. Though certain events seem to change that view on its head…

Warnings: pervert!aegon, masturbating, kind of dom and sub talk with both Aegon and the reader, talk of sex, a hint of a corruption kink, exhibitionism if you squint? unconsensual mutual masterbation and just +18 content

Other links: My masterlist with Aegon content. Requests are appreciated!

1. The underwear

The first time Aegon cummed to the thought of you was after you accidentally flashed him. You still don’t know you did it. It was a perfectly innocent thing.

Aegon remembers perfectly though. He was coming in late to a lecture. 40 minutes late but whose really counting? He gave a lame excuse to the teacher and when he looked up to you he noticed you were wearing a skirt, and it just so happened when he was walking to you your legs were uncrossed, he could see your underwear perfectly. No tights, no shorts for an extra layer on, just a skirt and underwear. The underwear itself was branded into Aegons mind. It was a light blue, the kind you’d call baby blue or something weird like that. Still, it didn’t have any kind of printing on it but he saw a little lace round the edges.

It was what all he thought about when he next decided to make himself cum.

“Such a good slut for me! F-fuck yes little one, you ready to take all my cum like the good girl you are? Of course you are little baby!” He moaned as he felt himself nearing his end. All it took was the image of you bent over for him on his bed, still wearing those baby blue underwear and moaning loudly for him and only him. It took him three more tugs of his hand before his hot cum shot itself onto his stomach and hand.

He never felt guilty about the possible horror you could feel if you ever found that he was pervering on you. If anything it kind of encouraged him further. The idea of you, the innocent good girl whose never had a drink before being horrified by sight him jerking off to you, is something that got his dick more harder and much more quicker than at least half of the girls on the campus.

Maybe you’d even be turned on by it? He did sometimes ponder it, would your blue underwear be soaked at the idea of him pounding into your soaking pussy? Or would you be horrified and vow to never speak to him ever again? It was a risk he was willing to take, he thought as he found his dick growing hard once more.

2. The bra strap

The second time Aegon came involved another thing he found out about you by pure accident. Aegon nearly began praying to the seven when this one happened, he was hanging out with Erykk (or Arryk he could still never tell no matter how long he spent with them) in a random coffee house, but then you burst in wearing your bright orange coat Aegon can never help but mock just for the pure fashion horror of it. He did it this time, only smirking in the return when you roll of your eyes at the common now practically meaningless insult.

His eyes though were soon the ones widening, as when you took off your coat, your shirt came down on your shoulder, revealing a black bra strap. This mere coincidence nearly made him praise the seven then and there. Not only could you dress like a pretty submissive princess, a nickname he frequently gave you for your almost prudish nature he so secretly adores about you, but you could also dress like a real life whore. It instantly sent the blood straight to his cock, much to his dismay. It again didn’t matter that this was a once in a lifetime thing, many girls had accidentally revealed a bra strap before in their time no doubt. Yet this was you, the girl Aegon couldn’t take out of his mind for no longer than 10 minutes, and the one who made him cum like three times last night with the thought of your underwear alone.

Though while he had to awkwardly get out of the coffee shop hiding his erection which soon began to turn painful, he cherished the view nearly as much as the blue underwear one. He soon got home though , and even though he knows he could’ve picked up a random girl from campus to quickly fuck, there was no way they could’ve made him cum as hard he did did to the thought of you and the thought of your black bra.

Aegon groaned as the thoughts from earlier played in his mind on a permanent loop. Yes it was nice to think of you as his precious princess, being his good little girl. But there was the image of you in a black bra, just taking your pleasure from him and only him that stole his breath away in a unique way.

“F-fuck yes my lady just like that!”

It was strange to think of a woman dominating him, but definitely not an unwelcomed thought process. It was definitely working though, as the mere thought of you with your hand around his throat as you took your pleasure and bouncing on his cock made him cum faster than ever. It didn’t take him long to release all over him self, the clean up process taking longer considering how much he came. Though when he was down he realised just how bad he wanted to have you. How much he wanted to actually be with you. How much he wanted to see you cum on his cock and chant only his name. It was terrifying…

3. The voice

The final time Aegon found himself needing to masterbating and cumming to the thought of you was when he was staying over round your house for the night. One thing that made you one of the good friends was that you never hesitated to allow him to come into your apartment when he needed somewhere to sober up.

It was one of the things he really liked about you. You never tried to give him the whole, ‘you’re gonna become an alcoholic’ speech and telling him to quit it all together, instead you helped him to just instead cut back instead of cutting off altogether. It was like you were a simple breath of fresh air in a greenhouse where the door hadn’t been opened in hours.

Still, Aegon was lying on your couch sporting a massive hangover. He’d only been asleep like an hour or two, finding himself waking up with a weird craving for milk so he walked to the kitchen to get him a drink. The thing is though, is that your room is between the living room and the kitchen. So when he walked past your room and hears noises from inside, his sudden craving for milk goes away in an instant.

“F-f-fuck Aegon!” The words make him stop in his tracks. “Oh fuck yes please sir please!” Aegons hands almost instinctively go to his rapidly hardening cock and begin to palm his erection. His heart only beats faster when he sees a crack in the door and peaks in and sees you, with your pyjama shirt unbuttoned and one of your hands palming your own perky tits, and your other hand inside the layer of your pyjama shorts.

Aegon again nearly finds himself praying for the seven in that moment. The last couple of weeks have been filled with views aegon never would’ve seen nor appreciated if it hadn’t have been for those two small accidental moments, yet here he is palming himself off to the view of you making yourself cum to the thought of him fucking you. It was a dream come true.

His hands soon grow tired of just palming himself, so they venture into the tent that’s become his boxers. His trousers flung somewhere while he was undressing in his drunk escapade. He nearly hisses out loud when his thumb picks up his precum and uses it as a lube to thrust into his hand more efficiently.

Though as he listens more to your moans both of pleasure and of his name his dick is soon throbbing in pleasure and in need of release. He knows he can’t cum there cause other wise it’ll make a stain in his boxers, but at that moment he’s too far gone to actually give a shit. His hands go faster as your moans go more high pitch and the hand covers by your shorts seem to go faster. He likes to imagine it’s you whose jerking him off, though he knows his hand could never compare to what yours would feel like. Still at that moment his would have to make do…

Eventually Aegon drives himself over the edge, his free hand desperately covering his mouth in order to keep the deep moan of your name in as he came in his boxers. He almost has a panic attack when you moan his name a second later in a high pitch, thinking you’d heard him moan your name. Though when you simply just sigh after a minute and curl up back into bed, Aegon can’t find himself from sighing in contempt and going back onto the couch to head back to sleep, the hangover long forgotten about.

It’s amusing how in the morning when aegon is already dressed in his jeans to hide the cum stain in his pants you seem to almost be nervous that mourning. Maybe last night was your first time cumming to the though of him? A thought that seemed to spark a kind of possession in him Aegon never really expected. Or maybe you’d done it many times but it was the first time you’d done it when someone was here? Which if that was the case, maybe you’d left the door open? In a way to invite him in and let him know you wanted to be ravaged like a little slut. It was making him smile widely as he saw you ask nicely why he was smiling.

It nearly made him burst out laughing when you begged to know what was so funny to make him smile. He kept the whole thing from you though, finding pleasure in your confusion. Though after the show from last night and the small accidents that have been happening, Aegon knows one thing for sure. He’s gonna take what he’s owed.

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[rosenyras]

Serpents Tongue

Aegon II x Velaryon ( Strong ) Female Reader

Summary: Growing up, you and Aegon were as far as strangers. Six years later - you and your uncle both grown - he took his chance to tease you at the infamous family dinner, not expecting you to match his energy and granting him a night he would not soon forget.

Notes: This is a repost since the first time it basically got taken down ahahah fun.

When talks of a complete family dinner at the request of your grandsire had originally occurred, you had wanted it finished with as soon as it had begun. You often forgot your place as Princess Rhaenyra’s only daughter, so as your proclaimed duties arose, you knew you had to follow the expectations set upon you. As you took your seat - the furthest besides Baela - you had hoped for a quiet night; you couldn’t have been more wrong.

As the meal went on, speeches emerging from the King and peace offerings being spoken by your mother, everyone soon fell into their own harmonious routine. Chats transpired between you and your brother, Lucerys not wanting you to to feel somewhat alone being trapped between two newly betrothed couples. Your mother and Daemon struck conversation when noticing you weaved your way back inside your own shell, they knew your sociality was quite limited in these situations. And then came the matter of your uncle, Aegon.

Quite frankly, you had originally planned to altogether ignore your mother’s siblings. Heleana was admittedly a sweet girl, but conversations never flowed naturally between the two of you; you and Aemond had been somewhat friends as children, until the fight your brothers enacted occurred with the loss of his eye; and Aegon - years prior, you and him lucidly acted as if the other did not exist. It wasn’t out of spite or a hidden hatred, it was simply due to the fact that you and him had nothing in common, and therefore not a single discussion was warranted between the two of you.

So, to say shock was the first emotion coursing through your body when you saw Aegon approaching you was an understatement.

He was upon you in seconds, drinking from his chalice as he leaned on the table in front of you, arrogance seeping through every inch of his body and radiating off him in waves. At first, you wanted to test where his sudden interest had sparked from, but you knew you had to uphold the politeness that was expected from a Princess - as much as you wished to turn your head away from the Prince and continue with your rather delectable meal. It was only a couple seconds before Aegon spoke.

“Niece, I believe we’ve not had the chance to exchange words since your arrival in King’s Landing. Dare I say, you’ve gotten quite beautiful since last we met.”

You couldn’t help the smile that rose upon your face, not because of the compliment you had just received, but solely because you just figured out what your uncle so suddenly sought over. It was not about wanting to get to know you. No, as ever the Prince it was obvious he strived to get between your legs; the way he was glazing his eyes over your body attested to that.

You raised your own drink to your lips, deciding to play into his game, but not as he originally intended. You couldn’t help but leave your supposed manners along with your non existent royal demeanour. “Shame, I cannot say the same for you, Uncle.”

His laugh was surprisingly a serene tune amongst all the chatter surrounding you, you raised your eyes to his as he dared to lean forward ever so slightly. It was as if he desired the conversation be on a more personal level despite the ears that would no doubt listen in. “Well, we shall see if my head between your legs would change your view.”

You quickly turned your head towards the people closest, checking if they heard even a single word your Uncle had just uttered. You did not quite believe the gall Aegon had to speak so freely, and despite your mind protesting against every signal your body was sending, your face warmed with the implications Aegon was suggesting. You didn’t miss the smirk growing on his face as you turned to reply, “you would suggest such a thing with your wife sitting four seats down?”

He raised his eyebrow, tilting his head before replying. “Wife by duty, not choice. Now you, my dear niece, I would choose you every time. If you wish to be well satisfied, you know where to find me.”

And without waiting for a response, he sauntered back to his seat, as if that whole conversation was a sudden fever dream you had conjured in your brain. You noticed your mother giving you a peculiar glance in the corner of your eye, but you deigned not to look at her in fear of fainting on the spot right then and there. Instead, you chose to down your wine, leaning back in your seat and thinking of ways to divulge in a reprisal on your uncle - however slight it may be - for the overall nerve he had to confront you in the manner of a family dinner of all places.

Only minutes had passed between you leaving your chambers and knocking upon Aegon’s door. When the said man opened it, you revelled in the taken aback look that plastered his face for a prompt second before melting back into his usual conceited demeanour. “Well, what a surprise this is, Y/N. I did not expect you to take up my offer so quick-“

“If I may, Uncle, I would do you the favour of saving your talk for later. I would suggest bringing a cloak, you know how chilly it gets riding dragon back at night.”

You smirked before trailing off, releshing in the sound of rustling fabric and a door stridently shutting. It was only seconds before your uncle matched your steps beside you, he did no more than rest a hand upon your arm, to more than likely attempt to slow you down. “Um, niece, if you wish to murder me tonight, I would remind you that this is a very unwise plan-”

“Do I look in the killing mood, Uncle?” You batted your eyelashes up at him, playing at the damsel in distress he thought you to be the first time he laid eyes upon you after six years apart. You did not miss the way his eyes roved over your face and settled upon your lips, but you brushed that realisation off quickly. “You said I could come to you to be satisfied. Well, I wish to be satisfied in my objective of riding my dragon alongside yours. Are you denying your own words?”

He let his hand drift back to his side, smirking slightly as he admired you silently. Maybe he had underestimated Rhaenyra Targaryen’s daughter. “In that matter, lead the way.”

And lead the way you did. By the time you had taken flight, your large dragon drifting along in the wind with Sunfyre and Aegon by your side, you had to admit, this was the first time in a long while you had felt truly untethered from all your responsibilities. Nothing save for an unlikely companion and the strong air keeping you company on a supposed cold and dismal night.

It was not long until you spotted the bottom of a hillside you had been destined to reach tonight, you had visited this place only once before, but you had committed the journey to memory, knowing that the cave that lay within had a beautiful sight you missed sorely. You motioned your dragon to land on the jutting rocky ground, knowing Aegon would soon realise and follow.

Once you and Aegon had safely landed next to the hidden getaway, you spoke to your dragon with a hand upon the side of his face. “Henujagon īlva. Return naejot nyke isse iā hour.” Leave us. Return to me in an hour.

Your dragon blinked in recognition and immediately took flight, the strong gusts of wind protruding from his wings ruffling your loose hair even more so than it was from the ride. You turned to see Aegon finish speaking with his dragon, and Sunfyre quickly followed suit. Their silhouettes turned shadows in the night, and then it was just you and Aegon.

You motioned your head to the side and spoke as you walked, “come, there is something I wish to show you.”

“If it’s a hired assassin hiding amongst the shadows, I would kindly remind you my mother would not take so kindly to my death-”

You stopped just before the cave entrance, turning on the spot to stare silently at him. You did not realise how close you had become, the distance between the two of you barely inches apart. You tried not to let him notice the blush arising on your face by replying instead. “Uncle, I do not wish you dead. War would be quite tedious and I would rather not face the wrath of my own mother knowing I caused it. Now, do you trust me enough to follow me inside?”

Aegon had been looking you deep in the eye, but as he came to realise you had stopped speaking, he licked his lips while a calm smile appeared on his face before responding, “I would be glad to see what it is you wish to show me.”

You nodded, your own grin cascading on your face before you once again led the way. At first, there was nothing but rocky walls, loose stones ringing out in echoes as you and Aegon walked along the dusty ground. And then, you both saw it.

The thin entryway led into a wide area, and with it came the sound of rushing water racing to plod itself into a pool below. The waterfall was truly a beauteous sight to behold, the true crystalline water was one that shone in the moonlight as it sparkled with glimmering flickers. You gazed on in awe, having seen the sight only once before, you did nothing to stop it from enrapturing you a second time. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

You did not see as Aegon swivelled to look at you, his eyes wandering over every feature upon your face as his mind turned to regard you in a different light. It was surely an adjustment to perceiving you away from the Red Keep, the place where he felt entrapped all his life. Here, he felt unconfined to every responsibility that lay upon him, and so in turn he briskly viewed you more than just his niece by blood. “Yes, yes it is.”

You twisted to look at your uncle, startled to find him studying you instead of the scene in front. You didn’t waste a second before moving forward with only one goal in mind; stripping your black riding coat, you were left in only your pants and boots. You knew Aegon wasn’t moving with the lack of sound emanating from behind you, so you turned your head to face your uncle, keeping the front of your naked torso hidden from him in a purposeful teasing manner. “Are you coming, uncle?”

You faced away from him, continuing to undress yourself and smiling with satisfaction as you heard his leathers thud to the floor. By the time you were situated inside the cold pool, Aegon was soon following suit. The bubbles that naturally conjured from the streaming water respectfully covered most of your top half, and you only turned back to Aegon once he was fully seated amongst the waters in front of you.

“Well, I did not wake this morning thinking I would end up in a hidden pool with Y/N Velaryon, but the Gods always seem to surprise me.”

You huffed a laugh, moving your hands in the water to create a rippling effect. “In a positive way, I hope.”

Not standing the distance any longer, Aegon advanced to sit beside you, his arm resting alongside the rock behind. You did not look him in the eye, the tension was almost palpable that you did not wish to thicken it by connecting eyesight. But he seemed to read your mind exactly anyhow, “look me in the eye and see if you find any proof that I do not wish to be here right now, by your side.”

You reluctantly lifted your eyes, the piercing blue of his emitting a longing and some sense of lust - but you more than likely figured that out due to him observing your face as if it was some desert he wished to take his time and pleasure with. When you didn’t deign him a reply, Aegon grew more bold, moving ever so closer as he rested a hand upon your cheek. “Tell me right now that you did not lead me here so I could fuck you senseless. You’re easier to read than you may think, niece.”

Your breath hitched, your heart racing as desire flooded every sense in your body. The sensual bubble that you and Aegon had created was growing more and more passionate; you didn’t even realise how rapidly it was heightening either. You managed to maintain eye contact, but you could deny your instincts no longer as you flickered to look upon his lips one last time. “And if I said yes?”

Not a second was wasted before Aegon placed his lips upon yours. A silence rang out momentarily in your ears as he somehow continued to kiss you both heatedly and softly; you could feel every strand of want pulsating within his body and it somehow coincided harmoniously with how his lips delicately moved with yours, his tongue gaining victory as he explored your mouth as if he wanted to pick you apart piece by piece.

His hand moved down from where it had tangled its way in your hair to your breast, squeezing it softly as his thumb circled your nipple ever so slightly. When he spoke, his breath was hitched in a soft whisper compared to the hammering of the water beside you. “Nyke knew ēdan naejot emagon ao skori nyke ēlī ilagontan laesi bē ao, niece.” I knew I had to have you when I first laid eyes upon you, niece.

You had just managed to part your lips from Aegon’s as you whined, “uncle, kostilus. Nyke aōhon naejot gūrogon.” Uncle, please. I’m yours to take.

Aegon smirked as he briskly manoeuvred your body to sit atop his lap, you brushed ever so slightly against his hard length and your core ached with the want to be filled to the brim. Once you were settled, his hands snaked their way around to your ass, squeezing as he steered his right hand to your cunt. His finger hovered over your entrance so hollowly, the water dragging every moment out with prolonged laggardness.

“You should be careful what you ask for, sweet niece.” And he plunged a finger inside you.

Your moans were silenced by the rushing water, but that didn’t stop you from wanting more and more. Aegon returned his lips to yours as he took the hints your body was yearning for and quickly added a second finger, a third close behind. All the while his thumb circled languid motions on your clit. You could say what you liked about the Prince, but his knowledge on pleasuring a woman was something to acclaim.

You were just on the height of your pleasure, ready to cum before he removed his hand, licking at whatever remnants the water didn’t already remove. You were just starting to curse him out before he moved his lips to your ear, the sudden closeness creating a new layer of sensuality. His breath had goosebumps ensuing down your spine. “When you cum, it will be on my cock. I want you stuffed with my seed before the night ends.”

You didn’t get a chance to catch your skipped breath before your uncle had aligned his cock with your entrance and slammed you down. You had never before felt so full, the speechless Aegon was invoking from you was a sight that seemed to amuse him. He lay his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling as you moved ever so marginally. His hands splayed against your hips, helping you with every deliberate and hard thrust. His breath picked up as his hips couldn’t help but pick up speed as time went on, his desire becoming more and more apparent.

The sound of skin slapping soon coincided with the water, the once almost silent cave now coming alight with a multitude of sounds.

“You’re the woman I’ve always dreamed of,” how Aegon was speaking so coherently seemed lost in your mind, but an even deeper adoration settled over your bones as every word he spoke was a deep husk of lost solemnity. “You’re mine. I will fill this pretty cunt with my seed day and night.”

You moaned at his words, your orgasm building with every thrust Aegon was inflicting on you. It wasn’t long before your insides seemed to explode, your pleasure flaring through every sense of your body. Your walls were contracting and yet Aegon was now moving at such a nimble pace, racing after his pleasure. Even at the height of yours, you managed to place your lips upon his once more before whispering, “I want you to fuck me again and again until your cum is leaking out of me. Please, Aegon.”

And that seemed to break him. He let out a guttural moan as you felt him release inside you, his hips stuttering in pace and slowing down while he opened his eyes from when he previously had them shut in rapture. He smirked as he beheld your worn out expression, he kissed you, his tongue darting out to lick once at your lips in a teasing manner.

“I told you to be careful what you ask for. Now I’m going to fuck you all night long until you’re begging for me to stop and you’re pregnant with my child.”

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[oceansblvds]

around the fur ; aegon targaryen

pairing ; aegon targaryen ii x reader

words ; 2k ish

about ; an in depth understanding into the relationship between you and aegon targaryen. you had known each other since you were children; you wanted each other, lusted for one another . . . a tumultuous pattern that went around and around like a wheel.

warning(s) ; very little fluff, swearing, sexual themes, mentions of smut but not explicit smut?, it's not yandere but it's definitely not a healthy relationship, angst?, targaryen realness, my professor says i write too many words so that's a warning in itself.

authors note ; okay okay so i kinda wrote this as more of a word dump? i'm quite obsessed with aegon right now and definitely taking requests for aegon and aemond and possibly other hotd characters!

The confines of the Red Keep was something that you had grown accustomed to whilst growing up. You were soon coming to learn every staircase, where to find the best view of the sky at night, where to go when you wanted to be alone . . . everything. A part of that was of your own curiosity, though most of it had to do with your longtime childhood friend — Aegon Targaryen.

"My father will have me hanged if I am late for dinner again, Aegon," You whined, hands gripping your skirts as the two of you ran through the gardens. The hour was growing late, sun setting in pale hues of pinks and oranges. That was the sign that you should return to your chambers and wait for your father to come join you, or the other way around. But lately you had forgotten the time, leading to your father's angered words.

He was a lesser lord, but a lord nonetheless, and your home was originally in the southwest part of Westeros near Highgarden. Though, your father often was demanded at court, and it became easier to just move there for the time being. You couldn't remember much of your childhood before Kings Landing, this was your home.

"You will be back in time for supper, I promise," Aegon said, not even glancing in your direction as he slowed down. The two of you were far enough away from the keep that you knew he was giving false hope, but you believed him anyways. He was your best friend, the closest person you had here except for Helaena and sometimes Daeron, but both siblings tended to want alone time. Aegon was always the person you went to, he would say yes to playing no matter what. "Besides, if he eats without you, I can ask for something to be brought up to your chambers."

"I can do that myself," You said, laughing at him thinking that you could be so helpless.

Aegon stopped in his tracks, finally turning to look at you. "But, I would want to."

You smiled, a pale blush coming to your cheeks. You were both only one and two, the world was still so new. Things were bright and shiny, a world that was filled with many wondrous things for you to see. You didn't understand concepts like love, only that it was what others were supposed to have for their spouses.

You walked up closer to him now, able to see his face painted with the colors of the sunset. You quite liked the lighting like this, you thought to yourself, it made Aegon's pale hair have a glow, accenting his pale violet eyes. He wasn't quite taller than you, but he was always very quick to saying he would grow to be as tall as his father someday. You chose not to mention it, only granting him another smile and pressing your ankles off the ground, reaching to give a quick peck on his cheek.

Before he could say anything, you turned on your heel and made a beeline for the gates. You had to get to dinner, after all.

That was where it all started.

You were older now, one and seven, and it had been somewhat of an eventful year. You were to think about marrying now, multiple lords coming to your father and mother with hopes that they would grant your hand. They were stalling, almost as if they were keeping inventory of all the men that wanted you. It made you sick to your stomach, especially when your head and heart led you elsewhere.

You could swear he was doing it to you on purpose. The sickly sweet spell that Aegon had put you under hadn't let up, relentlessly bringing you back to him whenever you attempted to do otherwise.

His silver locks had grown out into a wavy pattern that you found yourself staring at, wondering what it felt like to run your hands through it. Hands gripped firmly on the gauntlet, which kissed his lips every time he yearned for a sip of the honeyed wine he had sent up for the two of you. It was a dreary day outside, meaning that your usual escapades would have to resume indoors. There wasn't much to do, and you were aware he was trying to get away from his mother's meddling. You watched, almost a little too intently, at the way his tongue pressed in between his teeth as he tasted the fine wine, licked it from his lips and set the gauntlet down, returning to laying down on the cushion between you and him.

In order to try and avoid watching his every move, which you found yourself attempting to do a lot these days, you fancied yourself a book. It was something about the War on Dorne, how the Targaryen's had failed to conquer the land of the south. To be truthful, you were trying your hardest to pay attention, but you couldn't. He was doing something to you.

"Are you okay?" Aegon asked, snapping you out of your thoughts and bringing you to reality once again. His eyes were focused on you, his vision looking upside down as he stayed laying down on the cushion.

Your eyes narrowed. "Yes?"

"You've been staring," He stated bluntly, seemingly unbothered as he reached to take another sip of his wine. This time, however, he stayed upright, bringing his attention to you. His arms held himself up, turning his body to face you as he said, "You do that a lot."

"No I don't," You said, your first instinct to grow defensive.

Instead of being defensive back, Aegon only laughed, an almost comical grin taking over his face. Your eyebrow rose, wondering what in the seven hells he was thinking. Like Aegon did every day, he spoke bluntly. "Have you ever been kissed?" Almost as if he was mocking you.

The question threw you off guard, unable to give him an answer right away. You were hesitant to shake your head, because the answer was no, you hadn't been kissed. While it was normal for Aegon to go about and do what he wanted with various women (something that you spent a considerable time worrying about as of late), you were not allowed to do such things. You were meant to stay as pure as you could, virginal, untouched. Of course you hadn't been kissed, he should know that, but instead he held the same stupid quizzical look on his face.

"No," You confessed, closing the book in your lap. "Would you like to elaborate as to why you felt the need to ask?"

Aegon leaned forward and kissed you. His scent enveloped you as much as his body did, it was such a brash action that you were unaware if you were dreaming or this was real life. After a few moments passed, his lips still working against yours, slowly, as if he was trying to teach you the motion, you were sure this was real life.

You didn't stop him.

His hands gripped your sides, sending sparks of electricity in their wake as he touched you there, and there, and there. His kisses were all consuming, leaving you entrenched in the feeling of only him, only Aegon. If you were to pull away, he would only pull you closer, a constant push and pull, both of you wanting for something that seemingly was unattainable. Neither of you wanted to stop.

A wave of satisfaction spilled forward in your soul, your heart intertwining into his with every touch, every sigh that passed your parted lips. At some point his kiss broke and he sent his mouth going lower and lower, against the soft skin of your collarbone, casually nipping at the skin that was exposed.

You wondered how you got here, pressed into the darkened corner of a hallway, on the outskirts of the Red Keep, hoping that no one would pass by and witness the outright sinful actions that you were partaking in. It wasn't the first time, and it surely wouldn't be the last. You learned quickly that once Aegon set his eyes on something, he wouldn't let it out of his sight until he had it. And when he looked at you, you supposed he saw a challenge. You were so virtuous, so pure, innocent, something fragile that he felt the need to break. He felt the need to take.

And you let him, with not many thoughts opposed. Ever since he had kissed you, all you could think about was the next time that you would be kissed. It was strange at first, meeting with him and wondering if he had forgotten what had happened, or it wouldn't happen again. But it did, it happened many times that you had to change locations. After all, who would marry you if you were caught?

You let out a breathy sigh, closing your eyes and thrusting your head back, allowing for him to have more access to your neck. As you opened your eyes, the soft dim light of the sun beginning the set blinded you, mixing with the embellished strands of his hair. He came up to face you, nipping at your lips, violet eyes staring intently into your own. It was his way of asking if you were okay, even though he knew the answer.

"What is it?" You asked, your hand brushing against his cheek.

He shook his head, it wasn't important. Instead his hands reached under the skirts of your dress, skin grazing against the soft skin of your thigh. You gasped, rather loudly, making him capture your lips in another kiss to silence you.

His kisses were soft despite his tough exterior, but they were not without intention. Every time his lips made contact with a piece of your skin you could feel his want, his desire, like he couldn’t get enough of you no matter how hard he tried. It was like you were his church and he was on his knees, praying for forgiveness for his sins, praying to your body that he worshipped unlike all the faceless gods in the world. Your hands collided with his hair, intertwining the soft locks of silver and pulling on it, pulling him closer.

Eventually more clothes came off, more skin against skin. He found solace again in your tiny sighs and moans that left your lips when he kissed there and there . . . and especially there.

You found yourself lost in it, lost in the fire that he created around you. You were certain that you were always meant to burn together. To love him was to love the hot embers of a forest fire, pressing your hands farther and farther into the flames no matter how much your body screamed to let go. It was all consuming, a love that suffocated you like smoke and left you burning for days. He was always burning, and sometimes you wondered if you just got caught up in the flames.

#aegon ii fic #aegon ii fanfic #aegon x you #aegon the usurper #aegon targaryen #aegon x y/n #aegon x reader #aegon targaryen x you #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen x you #hotd fic #house of the dragon #aegon x fem!reader #aegon targaryen smut #aegon ii targaryen smut #aegon ii targaryen fic

[valleyof-goldenlilies]

Love and The Lack of Ass (modern!Aegon Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: Aegon expresses his feelings over your very apparent thirst for Miguel O’Hara in the most Aegon way possible: sulking. 

Warnings: Nothing of note, except for excessive thirsting over Miguel O’Hara 

Word Count: 1.6K 

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire and Blood characters. All credit for the characters goes to George RR Martin and the showrunners of HOTD. The GIF above is also not mine, original credit to the creator is stated above. Go check them out! 

A/N: You guys deserve something fluffy after my last Aemond one shot 💗 also, I’m thinking of writing some HOTD one shots based off different Barbie movies. Would anyone be up for that? 

The sound of footsteps on tiles and laughter echoed throughout the otherwise silent apartment block. “Okay, I gotta admit,” Aegon said, while teetering under the weight of two Hawaiian pizza boxes, a few boxes of chicken wings and fries, and some bottles of beer they bought from the convenience store, as you fumbled for the keys in your bag. “That it was a pretty kick ass movie. Although I still prefer the other Spiderman movies.” 

You gasp, kicking open the door to your apartment, “Aegon I don’t know what your middle name is Targaryen, you take that back right now.” 

“Middle name is Sexyman, gorgeous,” Aegon winked, although he shrieked and quickly ran inside the apartment the both of you shared when you began whacking him with your bag. “This is assault, and I’m calling my lawyer!” Aegon called across his shoulder as he sat down the bags that he was carrying on your dining table. 

“Well, I’m telling your lawyer you deserved it,” you declared, crossing your arms as you gave him a vicious glare. Sunfyre, Aegon’s large goldendoodle, sniffed eagerly at the delicious smell emanating from the pizza and chicken wings, but Aegon shooed him away. “How dare you say that Tom Holland’s Spiderman movies are better than the Spiderverse movies? I ought to break up with you.” 

“Hey, I have a man crush on Jake Gyllenhaal, alright? Can you not shame me for my sexual preferences?” Aegon huffed, but he backed away squealing when you tried to jab him in the ribs. Sunfyre barked excitedly and leaped at Aegon, seeming to think it was a new game. “Woman! Now you’ve turned my dog against me too?! What kind of world is this?” 

 “A very fair one,” you said smugly, reaching to scratch Sunfyre behind the ears. “You see, even your dog is telling you you have bad taste.” 

“Hey, don’t act like you didn’t like this movie solely because of Miguel O’Hara,” Aegon protested, backing away to their bedroom for safety purposes. “Who are you to judge me for my man crush?” 

“That’s because Jake Gyllenhaal is an awful piece of trash who groomed Taylor Swift,” you huffed. “And can you blame me? Miguel O’Hara is so-” you mimed swooning from all the hotness as Aegon rolled his eyes. “Like goddamn, take one look at his strong, hulking build and tell me you don’t feel things!” you demanded. Aegon rolled his eyes again, with such strength it was a wonder they didn’t tumble to another dimension. “Sorry, love, I’m not into muscles.” 

“Well, I am,” you declared, hands on your hips. “And don’t even get me started on his asscheeks. Boy if I could-” 

“LA LA LA LA CAN’T HEAR YOU!” Aegon yelled, stuffing his fingers into his ears as he made a swift retreat to your bedroom. Sighing in relief as he shut the door to your bedroom, he quickly changed out of his leather jacket and white shirt into a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and flexed, smirking at his own reflection. Damn, I’m hot, he thought to himself, turning to get a glimpse of his side angle. But his smirk faded into a frown as he examined his reflection to look at his own…well, rather flat, behind. Remembering your earlier comments about liking men with muscles, he tried flexing his arms, but they seemed quite pathetic in comparison to Miguel O’Hara’s. 

He felt annoyance beginning to rise in him, ‘Damn it, I’m Aegon Targaryen, the hottest guy in King’s Landing University! Every single guy wishes they could be me! How am I getting insecure over some 2D character?’ But then he heard you squealing from the living room while being on a phonecall, no doubt with one of your friends, “I KNOW RIGHT! Miguel is LITERALLY my dream man. I mean, take one look at those muscles and that ass and my god did you see his fangs-” 

Unable to hear anymore, Aegon flung open the door to your bedroom, dramatically stomping to your living room, and curled up on the couch, pouting as he turned on the TV. You frowned a little as you moved around your kitchen, laying out your dinner while you reheated the pizza in the oven. Your best friend, Baela, was still babbling in your ear about the Spiderverse movie, specifically about some very explicit things she would like to do to Miguel O’Hara and Spider-Gwen, but you were no longer paying attention. 

“Baela, babe, I’ve gotta go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” You hung up, just as the oven emitted a ‘ping!’, signalling that the pizza was done. But that could wait. You made your way to your couch, catching sight of Aegon curling up on the couch, a cushion in his arms and a pout on his face as he browsed through the selections on your streaming channel. You nearly giggled at how adorable he was. Was he bothered by your earlier thirsty comments about Miguel? You knew how sensitive your boyfriend could be at times. Suddenly, a lightbulb shone in your head, and you grinned maliciously to yourself as a plan began to hatch in your brain. 

Aegon yelped when a figure leaped onto him, dropping the remote on the floor with a loud clatter. Sunfyre came up to the couch, barking excitedly, as Aegon tried kicking at his girlfriend, though in vain. “Woman! What are you doing?!” 

“Showering you with my love, of course,” you declared, as you planted loud kisses on Aegon’s face. Laughing and somewhat screaming, Aegon tried to wrestle back control so he was on top again, but you weren’t letting that happen, not on your watch. “Are you upset about my earlier comments about Miguel?” Aegon immediately stopped struggling, instead pushing his girlfriend away and scooching to the far end of the couch, resuming his despondent pouting. You wanted to let out an “awww” at how cute your boyfriend was acting, but you knew now was not the time. 

Aegon felt arms wrap around him and soft kisses on his neck, but he didn’t budge as he continued to turn his head away and pout. “Why don’t you go and find muscular Miguel instead? He would be better to cuddle with than me,” Aegon grumbled. You couldn’t help but burst out laughing at Aegon’s blatant display of jealousy. “Oh, my love, you know that it was all just talk right? You’re still the one I love most,” you teased, running a hand through his gorgeous white blonde hair. “It doesn’t really seem like it,” Aegon grouched. 

You were about to make a snarky comment, but you caught the faintest hint of hurt in his voice, and your expression softened. Aegon might seem childish, but after being his girlfriend for nearly two years, you were sensitive to his every mood change, and how insecure he could be despite his cocky, confident front. You knew Aegon had a rocky childhood and struggled with the concept of commitment and love, and his fears of you leaving him when you decided you had enough of him one day. Biting your bottom softly, you moved to embrace him, resting your head on his shoulder as you spoke sweetly, “Aegon…you know you’ll forever be the only one for me right? Even though I behave like a horny, thirsty teenager sometimes, I want you to know, I love you the way you are. And Miguel O’Hara’s muscles will never get in the way of that.” 

Aegon was quiet for a while, and you were worried that he was really hurt this time, but then he mumbled, “...even if I don’t have any asscheeks?” You laughed, tilting his head to face yours again, and your heart melted at the sight of his soulful purple eyes. “Yes, even if you don’t have any asscheeks. I’m not that fond of big butts anyway, yours is just nice.” 

Aegon brightened immediately, abruptly leaning in to kiss you. The both of you made out on your couch for a while, tangling your hands in each other’s hair and moaning quietly. You were interrupted however, by Sunfyre’s bark and him scrambling on the couch to get it on the “group cuddle”. 

“Damn, can’t a man not be cockblocked by his pooch for a moment?” Aegon grumbled as you both broke away from your kiss, grinning breathlessly at each other. Sunfyre stood on his hind paws to try and climb over you to Aegon’s lap, and you chuckled, “Apparently not. I think he’s telling us he’s hungry.” 

“Yes, for my attention,” Aegon said smugly as Sunfyre successfully managed to clamber over you and into Aegon’s lap. He scratched Sunfyre behind his ears and smiled, forgetting why he was even upset in the first place. “Looks like you’re not that unhappy anymore,” you noted with a smile. Aegon immediately tried to look pouty again, though since his heart was not in it anymore it just made him look impish instead of mournful. “Noooo that’s not true, I’m still in need of comfort. And a kiss,” he tried to move in for a kiss again, but you flicked him on the forehead. “Hey!” he cried out indignantly, but you soothed his complaints by leaning in to plant a quick peck on his cheek. “Let’s have dinner first, then you can have all the kisses you want in bed later.” Aegon grinned, and moved to shove Sunfyre off his lap, ignoring the large dog’s whine. “I’ll hold you to that, my love!” he called out as he bounded over to the kitchen to take the pizza out of the oven. 

You chuckled as you followed after him, Sunfyre begging at your feet for scraps. Screw Miguel and his muscles, who needs him when you have your own loveable little dork right here?

can someone tell me what level of thirst is considered unhealthy because i don’t think me and my friends know anymore. 

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[supernaturalstilinski]

She's Ours

Aemond & Aegon Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader

Warnings: cursing,yk the typical Targaryen incest,she/her pronouns, breeding kink, 18+, MDNI

Requested by @themotherofhorses :ok so here’s my idea !!Im obsessed with the idea of aemond & aegon being in love with their niece, and back on Drift mark, aegon and aemond propose a marriage between them and their younger niece (who’s either the trueborn daughter of daemon or laenor bc her pure valyrian is what pulls them in). aemond claims vhagar essentially as a wedding gift while aegon promises to talk to their mother to instead betroth helaena to jace and them two to their niece. however, the entire drama ensues, and the brothers “lose” their niece before anything can be done. cue the time jump, they’re older, aegon is about to wed helaena against his will, when he suggests to aemond that they sneak off to dragonstone and “claim” their niece as their own.

A/n: I loved this idea and sorry it took a while to figure out how I should do it!

~Young Aemonds Pov~

“You’re staring at her.” Aemond jumps at the sound of his brothers voice and turns to look at him. “ she is beautiful,maybe mother would let us marry her.” Aegon says while looking at his brother. “Mother hates any of our sisters children I don’t think she would.” Aemond thought about it, he always had. Him and Aegon have been thinking about this idea for months now but they have to play it safe or else mother will definitely not allow it. “If you want to prove to y/n that you love her then claim a dragon, a perfect wedding gift and I will talk to mother.” Aegon did really think his brother was going to go through with it.

-3 days later-

~Your Pov~

Waking up from the sound of your chamber doors opening, you turn to see your sisters Rhaena and Baela running in with panicked looks on their faces. “What’s wrong?” You rub your eyes trying to wake up. “Someone took Vhagar!” Baela replies. “Shit!” Getting up and putting something over your nightgown to cover you. Opening your door, you run outside with your sisters trailing behind.

Once you’re outside you see Vhagar landing and Aemond getting off. Shocked and confused on how he got her to trust him. ”Uncle what are you doing?” “Claiming my dragon dear neice.” Before you could reply Rhaena beats you too it. “You have no right! She was mine to claim!”

“Then you should’ve claimed her, maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride, it would suit you.” Aemond snakily replied. It’s like everything flashed before your eyes. Seeing the others punch Aemond while he’s on the ground. “stop it! Right now!” Rushing over to Aemond. “Get off him.” Pushing them away. Finally getting them to separate. You thought that was the end of it,but nothing could have predicted what was about to happen as you see the blade reach aemonds face. Screaming he falls to the ground. You rush over trying to help him stop the bleeding but nothing was helping. “What did you do!? Leave and go to mother.” You watch the guards take Aemond to the maesters. Leaving you to follow.

~

A week later Rhaenyra, Daemon and the kids where all packed up and headed to Dragonstone. You on the other hand didn’t want to leave your uncles, you were close with them, and your mother didn’t like it one bit. Making you come along you watch as your uncles begged their mom to let you stay. They were heartbroken, they didn’t get to ask their mother about the hopes in marrying you. You hug them one last time before following your mother.

~ Years later~

You get down from Vermithor to see your mother waiting for you. Running your hand across his scales soothing him. He may be a grumpy old man but he’s a beauty and a stubborn one at that. It took a while to get him to trust you but in the end it was worth it. Having no dragon as a babe was tough, your father Daemon didn’t like the fact his daughter didn’t have one. He even questioned if you where his at one point. Shaking those thoughts away, you walk up to your mother. “You have another letter” Rhaenyra says looking at you, questioning if she should be looking at these letters you get almost every day.

Taking the letter from her hands, you thank her before walking to your chambers. It's a daily thing your uncles do, send you a letter every time they get a chance to.

~ Aemond's Pov~

Watching Aegon beg for something was weird for Aemond, especially begging his mother to wed him to their niece instead of Helaena but she was adamant refusing to change her mind. "You will be wed to your sister in four days." Alicent says as they watched their mother walk off after stating her decision is final.

"We need to go to Dragonstone." Aegon turns towards Aemond thinking of an idea. "And what would we do that for?" Aegon looks at him and replies "to take our niece as ours. Mother will have no say when we take our nieces maidenhood." Aemond raises a brow at his brother for such a thought, but he ponders it thinking how tight her pussy would be around his cock as he fucks his seed deep into her. Groaning at the thought he feels his cock harden and agrees.

As they head over to the Dragon Pit they both can’t help but let their mind wander with disgusting thoughts about their niece making them speed up to the pit feeling the need to claim her.

~ Your Pov~

You say your final good nights to your mother before heading to your chambers. As you walk in you see your maidens already have a bath ready for you. Stripping bare, you settle in,closing your eyes. They start with washing your hair, then onto your body after not hearing the door open. Suddenly you don’t feel their hands anymore. But no longer than a minute later their hands are back on you. The sound of the door shutting, makes you jump and open your eyes to only be met with the two princes. You gasp not expecting their intrusion before realizing they kicked your maidens out and seeing the rags are now in their hands. Sitting up, you hug them both ignoring the fact that you are bare under the bubbles.” How on earth did you guys get in here?,does my mother know? She will kill you guys!” You panic looking around before feeling a hand on your shoulder. “Your mother does not know we are here, now let’s keep it that way dear niece.” Aemond pushes your hair out of your face while leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Marry us” you could have sworn you hard your neck snap with how fast you turned your head to Aegon. Not knowing what to say, you sit there in shock.”you keep your mouth open like that I might just want to shove my cock into it.” Much to Aegons surprise you reply back, “what if I want your cock in my mouth?” “Such a dirty girl, have you been thinking about your uncles? Fucking yourself to our letters hm?” Suddenly you feel a wave of pleasure making you take your eyes off Aegon over to Aemond. Whimpering feeling him rub your already sensitive clit before slipping a finger into you. You grip his arm at the sudden intrusion. Aemond feels you buck your hips against his hand trying to catch your release but right before you break, he pulls his hand away. He hears a small whine before reassuring you that you’ll get to cum but only on their cocks. Getting out of the cold tub, you grip their pants unbuttoning their bottoms one by one but before you could finish Aegon grips your hands and pulls you towards him and slams his lips on yours. You feel Aemond pressed up behind you already naked. Tilting your head back feeling the light kisses he places on your neck before picking you up and laying you on your bed. Aegon gets undressed as Aemond hovers over you. He grips his cock and rubs it up and down your lips before slowly pushing into you. Groaning he leans his head into your neck and pushes all the way in. He looks down at you after lifting his head before asking if you are okay. With a quick nod, you wrap your legs around him in hopes he will start to move, which he takes as a hint and slowly starts moving. “So fucking tight.” He groans quickening his pace. You look over at Aegon seeing him fuck his cock with his hand making you clench around Aemond, pulling a few curses from the one eyed man above you.” You want my brothers cock in your mouth?hm? need to have your uncles cocks to feel fucked out like a whore.” You nod but that wasn’t enough for Aemond “beg for it” “please uncle I need you in my mouth,please I’ll be a good girl.” Whining feeling Aemond quicken his pace at your begging. Aegon walks up to you with his cock in his hand and taps it on your lips making you open your mouth. You feel hands grip your long platinum white hair that matches theirs. Aegon thrusts roughly not giving you a chance to get used to his size in your mouth. “Fuck your mouth feels heavenly” Aegon curses as you moan around his cock. “Yeah you like that huh such a little cock slut, I’m gonna stuff you so full of my seed, gonna make you a muña, you would like that, give us our heirs, keep you full of our seed every year, round with our children.” Whimpering you clench around Aemond. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” Aegon thrusts harder before looking down at you asking if your close.Pulling away for a second you mumble a quick yes before reaching up and jerking off the rest of aegon that you can’t fit in your mouth. Freezing you climax clenching down cumming.You feel Aemond gripping your hips, knowing there will be bruising in the morning.

Aemond lays against you coming down from his high before kissing your forehead and lying next to you. Wiping your lips free of Aegons release you suck your finger into your mouth while making eye contact with him. Moving away he settles between your legs pumping his length already hard again. “Did you really think I was finished darling?” He chuckles before thrusting into you for round two.

A/n: Sorry if some things were messed up didn't fully proofread. This was my first House of Dragon smut so bear with me. Also, I didn't want to use High Valyrian really in this story until I'm more comfortable with writing the characters. Hope you guys liked it!

Requests are open!

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[elegantsplendour]

Comparison

One-Shot (fluff + light smut)

Warning: slight sexual content (virgin writing smut)👀

Spanking, fingering

Pairing: Aemond x Tyrell Reader x Aegon

Note: Aegon is NOT a r*pist in this story!

Taglist: @marvelescvpe @buglyberry @theroyaldixon @aemondx

Summary: The Targaryen princes have been chasing you around for a while now. You’ve always harboured a soft spot for Aemond, but Aegon’s womanizer charms are devouring your last shred of morality.

You, taught alongside with the Targaryen princes, were among the few ladies of your status to receive a proper education. Aemond and you have been close since you were merely children. You have been the only one he confessed his overwhelmingly confused emotions to: pride of claiming Vhagar, hatred against the Strong bastards, pain and insecurity of losing his eye.

Your heart swelled with pride as you watched him grow into a prolific warrior, a calculated strategist, and an undeniable force to be reckoned with. No words could do justice to the immense pride you felt in seeing him become the man he was meant to be.

The exact moment when your feelings for each other became apparent is a blur to both of you. Perhaps it was when he reached up to grab a book from a high shelf, his lips almost brushing against yours in the process, or maybe it was when he held you close after training in the yard, and you whispered in his ear, "I love it when you're all sweaty like this."

Over time, you began to realize the effect your blossoming body had on him. When riding Vhagar together, you would relish in his frustration at losing self-control at the sensation of your luscious bottom pressed against him.

But he is a dragon, you are a Tyrell. Neither of you were going to give in without a game of chase.

But Aegon was a whole another story.

Unlike Aemond, he had never been the studious companion to you. While his younger brother and you were busy testing each other’s limits, Aegon showed you that no such word as “limit” exists in his life philosophy.

Now. You know better. Aegon Targaryen is your karma for teasing his younger brother with your delicious maiden body.

Gods. You cursed at the sight at Lady Errya sneaking out of Aegon’s chamber, followed by the half-naked prince himself.

How is it possible that he looks so annoyingly attractive? You questioned. Never did he commit such time and energy in the training yard as Aemond did.

“You’re staring, my lady,” he approached smirking, “like what you see? If you want to see everything l, all you have to do is ask.”

Your eyes rolled in response while your lips betrayed you, twisting into a shy smile. "Oh, come on, Aegon. I'm sure," you cleared your throat, meeting his mischievous gaze, "I'd much rather enjoy Aemond in this state than you."

“Oh how you hurt me,” Aegon pressed his hand onto his heart, pretending to be in pain, his eyes glimmering with playfulness.

"However," he approached, "I highly doubt that my younger brother would entertain your...pleasurable fantasies anytime soon."

“Ugh,” you groaned in annoyance, “if you will excuse now my prince,” you pushed him away, “I am going to find Aemond to fulfill my those fantasies of mine.”

“Good luck with that, little doe,” Aegon’s lips brushed through yours as he returned to his chamber.

You sighed in frustration, acknowledging that Aegon's words were true. This game between you and Aemond was consuming you. But what else was consuming you? The intense heat that smoldered between your legs as you greedily inhaled the remaining scent of Aegon, lingering in the empty hallway after he had left you.

___________________________

The feast of your 16th name day was coming to a close. As Queen Alicent always wished a betrothal between Aemond and you, she, along side with your mother a royal calibrer affair for your celebration.

Aemond and you were wandering in the garden of the Red Keep, your hands tangled together, when Aegon’s mischievous call interrupted your romantic bubble.

Aemond’s eyes widened at what Aegon was holding.

“Look what I found, my little brother’s hidden journal,” Aegon opened the leathery book as he read loudly, “ ‘Her lips will be mine to claim and her sweet-‘“

You grabbed the book in a swift motion while Aegon was amused by the murdering expression on Aemond’s face.

Your cheeks flushed at the sight of the continuation of your prince’s forbidden desires.

“Well, Aegon,” you leaned your arms on his shoulder with a sly grin, “Thank you for bringing such improper thoughts to my attention.”

“Give it back, Lady Tyrell,” Aemond clenched his fists as he addressed you formally, knowing exactly that it would trigger you.

“Fine,” you gritted your teeth, throwing back his journal into Aemond’s hands, “but I think I should reward your brother,” you leaned closer to Aegon, wrapping one arm around his neck and grinned, “you should be my escort on my name day.”

Aemond grabbed your hand, tearing you away from his brother forcefully as he growled, “you wouldn’t dare.”

“Our little doe can decide for herself, Aemond,” Aegon grinned, sitting himself on a nearby bench, amused by the scene before him.

You stumbled at his choice of word “our,” but what came out of Aegon’s mouth completely caught you off guard.

“After all, I am the first-born, aren’t I?”

Eyes widened, you glared at him ferociously and grasped Aemond’s forearm. Before you could explain that you were only teasing him, Aemond’s eye darkened instantly at his comment, “I wish my brother’s company would keep you well satisfied, my lady.”

With that, he extricated from your grip and walked away, leaving you filled with guilt and confusion.

“I hate you, Prince Man-Whore-of-King’s-Landing,” you nudged on Aegon’s chest.

“Careful there, little doe, that is no way to address your future king. And stop with all the violence, you wouldn’t want to kill me and leave yourself escortless on your own name day, correct?”

Usually, you would probably laugh at his senseless humour. But now, with the hurt and coldness and Aemond’s face etching into your heart, you replied indifferently, “I do not care.”

_______________________________

As your maid worked on the laces of your sumptuous gown in a delicate shade of green that matched your house, you couldn't help but admire the intricate details. The fabric was woven with pearls and jewels, adding an extra layer of extravagance to your already lavish attire. Your hair was meticulously styled into delicate tendrils, adorned with shimmering jewels that caught the light with each turn of your head. The careful arrangement of each strand showcased the elegance and sophistication of your look, leaving no doubt that you were the belle of the ball.

You turned around as you heard the sound of knocking.

Aegon, dressed in a refined dress-suit in Targaryen colours, his natural curly hair straightened and arranged, unlike anything like his usual drunken self.

Although the lack of Aemond’s presence still consumed your being, you couldn’t help but to chuckle as you turned back to face the mirror to avoid his gaze, “My prince, I cannot believe I am saying this, but you do not need to imitate your brother,” a sly grin appeared on your lips as your eyes fixed on his bizarrely straightened hair.

He approached slowly, “I’m afraid that I do, little-“ he hesitated, “my lady. It’s what my mother expects of me.”

“It is what you expect of me,” Aegon uttered, his hand brushing your cheek with a trace of melancholy.

“I never said that! Don’t you twist my word, I just…” you interjected poignantly, “I just imagined being here with Aemond for,” you lowered your head, feeling tears filling your eyes, “as long as I could remember.”

You trembled at the sensation of his arms wrapped around you.

“Aemond will come around. He loves you.”

You looked at him with disbelief, “He told you that?”

Aegon laughed softly, “It’s unlike you, little doe, so witty and observant, to be so blind to see what’s right in front of you.”

You rolled your eyes, “So he didn’t. Come on now, Aegon. Your mother and mine are already mad enough that Aemond isn’t escorting me. Let’s not give them more reason to scold us for being late.”

“It is your name day, little one, we can be as late as we want,” he grinned, offering his arm, “I will give you the night of your life, I promise.”

_______________________________

As soon as you entered the grand hall, you felt the weight of your mother and the queen's gazes on you. The lords and ladies from all corners of the Seven Kingdoms had gathered for your 16th name day feast, and it was hard to miss the air of a royal wedding that lingered in the atmosphere. Queen Alicent had always preferred her younger son over her firstborn, which was no secret to anyone. Her constant disappointment was a source of great trouble, and she had made it clear that she wished for you to marry Aemond. You couldn't help but swallow hard as memories of your mother's endless reprimands flooded your mind. You have failed the Queen and Prince Aemond.

As the dance began, your eyes fixated on Aemond who was paired with Lady Floris, an equally fair beauty of House Baratheon. Your heart quickened, and your cheeks flushed as you caught his gaze lingering on you, his eye smoldering with a flame that set you ablaze.

“Eyes on me, little doe,” Aegon’s lips grazing your earlobe as he swept you off your feet. Fuck, you realized. Lost in your fixation on Aemond, you had forgotten the dance steps you had practiced for months. You couldn't help but feel the heat radiating from every part of your body as Aegon's hands rested on your waist, but the feeling was quickly replaced by jealousy and anger as you watched Aemond dance with Lady Floris. The wine began to take effect, and when the partners exchanged, you boldly spun into Aemond's arms with a carefree abandon, catching the attention of the most distinguished guests in the ballroom.

"You're mine, my prince," you said, your brown eyes flashing with a hint of red.

“Yours, humm? Then why choose to be here with Aegon?" he asked, his hand on your waist as he dipped you low, causing your hair to brush the floor. His hot breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine as he whispered, "my flower?" You felt a surge of conflicting emotions - desire, anger, and guilt - as you looked up at him, unsure of what to say.

“Aemond,” your voice sounded like a plea or, better yet, a moan.

The exchange happened again. Aegon looked at you with a mixture of melancholy and desire, “I told you, little doe. He loves you.”

Head clouded by the taste of wine, your eyes wandered everywhere in the room, catching a glimpse of the queen’s disdainful look towards Aegon, who also spotted her rejection.

To be completely sincere, the queen’s opinions are the least of your concerns, at least, among the concerns of your heart. However foolish and inconsiderate Aegon’s actions may be, he did not deserve her mocking tone and neglecting.

You remember the countless times when Aemond held you close while the queen slapped Aegon for everything from actual indiscretions to the most minor offenses. It pained you to see the red marks on his face, the same face that brought you joy and laughter, now bearing a vulnerable expression.

Your fingers seized Aegon’s chin, “Eyes on me now, my favourite dragon.”

“Your favourite dragon?” Aegon chuckled in surprise, “Aemond would have my head if he heard that.”

You tucked your hands in his ridiculously straightened hair, “Aemond is my favourite prince. My prince. You are my favourite dragon. My dragon.”

“Don’t you ever ever straighten your hair again, Aegon Targaryen,” you warned with all seriousness.

“As you wish, little doe,” his heart flushed with adoration as he squeezed your waist possessively.

A few more exchanges.

A few more cups of wine, perhaps, a lot more than a few.

You did have the best night of your life, but something was missing. You excused yourself as you stepped outside catching your breath.

You smiled smugly, relishing in the satisfaction of seeing Aemond and Aegon trailing after you, following your lead.

Aemond leaned in and cupped your cheeks in his hands, “My flower, you’ve had too much to drink. Let me take you back to your chamber.”

Clearly disliking the idea of retreating, you laughed hysterically and snitched away from his embrace, “Catch me, Aemond. The night is far from over.”

With that, you ran away. The moon shone on the garden of the Red Keep, casting a soft, ethereal glow over everything it touched, including you. You stopped at the center, where a fountain sparking with its water under the moonlight stood. The sound of trickling water and the gentle hum of insects echoed through the air, a soothing lullaby to anyone who cared to listen.

Your body moved instinctively at nature's orchestra, the sound of their footsteps only exacerbated your excitement.

And there they are.

Aegon, panting in laughter and awe.

Aemond, concern written all over his face.

“Kiss me?”

For an instant, they both stepped forward, but it was Aemond who crashed your lips. The kiss lasted for like an eternity, a kiss that sealed your destiny.

As your eyes opened while gradually pulling away from each other, Aegon’s expression was brimmed with melancholy.

Perhaps, it was the remaining witchcraft of alcohol; perhaps it was your devious and manipulative Tyrell nature finally showing its true face, you fell on the stone floor, pretending to be unconscious.

You felt Aemond picking you from the ground, followed by Aegon, rushing to the quarter of your chambers. As soon as you heard they were going to call the maesters, you giggled playfully and wrapped your arms around Aemond’s neck.

“You should rest,” Aemond’s voice turned serious as he realized that you tricked them into entering your chamber.

Ignoring his request, you tucked yourself into Aegon’s embrace, “Thank you. Aegon. I have never felt more alive.”

Aegon chuckled and caressed your hair softly, “Always, little doe. Always.”

Aemond’s expression darkened at your intimacy. He grabbed your chin and growled demandingly, “Y/N Tyrell, you’re playing a dangerous game. I may have lost an eye, but I am not blind. You are playing us both. Choose.”

Shocked at his sudden change of demeanour, a flow of guilt and fear washed over you.

“What, little brother? Afraid of games now?” Aegon approached him, pushing his arm gripping on you away, “I thought you enjoyed playing games in court.”

“Stay out of this, Aegon, this is between me and her,” Aemond warned menacingly.

“Tell me what you want, little doe. Tell us what you want,” Aegon cupped your cheeks, his dark violet eyes piercing through your soul, “You know we would give you the world, don’t you?”

Aemond stayed in silent agreement.

Your body trembled at the intensity of the situation, “I want…no” you closed your eyes, knowing that what you were about to say could ruin everything between you.

“You want both of us, don’t you?” Aegon answered for you.

You nodded instinctively.

“You heard her, Aemond,” he leaned closer to his younger brother, who seethed with anger, “you want her to choose? Why don’t we give her a comparison? Just this once.”

“No,” Aemond’s answer was strong and firm, “I will not let you destroy her, like you destroyed I can’t even count how many noble ladies in court.”

“Don’t be such a hypocrite, Aemond. You are a taker. You take what you want unapologetically. Isn’t that how you claimed Vhagar? Now you’re denying the woman you love what she wants? Don’t you want her to have everything?”

He was right.

He was right.

He was right.

Torn between his ego and arousal, Aemond pinned you against the wall, his lips devouring your mouth and hands roaming your body greedily, “Is that what you want? To have two dragons at once? To be thoroughly ravished?”

You moaned in your mouth a barely recognizable yes.

A mixture of shame, excitement, arousal and fear flowed through your body as Aemond removed you from the back of the wall without warning, pressing your back against Aegon.

While Aemond’s touches are rough and possessive, Aegon’s were soft and sensual.

As Aemond’s kisses traile down your breast, Aegon breathed softly, “Do you want to try something experimental, little doe? Do you want to be punished for the little scheme luring us in your chamber? Over my knees? Do you want your precious Aemond to watch?” You moaned uncontrollably as the words sank into your mind.

“Tell him,” he encouraged you, grinning, his eyes fixed on his brother, “tell him what you want, my sweet, if you don’t wish to see me dead.”

You closed your eyes, feeling the heat and arousal between your legs, “Aemond… I want… I- I want him to punish me.”

Aemond clenched his fists. Even with your eyes closed, you could sense the wrath of possessiveness exuding from his breath.

“If you hurt her, I will kill you.”

Aegon smirked, “Sit down and enjoy the show, I will take good care of her.”

Unanticipatedly, Aegon flipped you on his lap, your bottom high, exposed to them both.

With his expert hands teasing your calves to your inner thighs, you squirmed and whined in desperation.

In a sudden move, Aegon ripped your delicate stockings open and flipped over your voluminous gown.

He first rubbed your bottom gently, causing you to unconsciously raise your hips higher, a sharp smack landed on your buttocks, enough for your body to burn in heat but not enough to cause true pain.

“So beautiful yet so naughty,” he whispered, “luring dragons into your chamber.”

Your chest heaved with each quickened breath. As you raised your head for a fraction of an angle to meet Aemond’s eye, a second smack landed.

This is not supposed to be happening. All this time, you’ve been craving for Aemond’s attention and Aegon’s touch, now that you had both, fear and anticipation creeped in your soul as the wetness between your legs resumed to consume your last shred to propriety.

Aegon continued to tease you with light spanks, interspersed with gentle caresses, until she was writhing under his touch.

"Do you like that, little doe?" Aegon asked, his voice low and husky. "Do you want more?"

You could only nod, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Enough,” Aemond declared, his eye burning with desire, lifting you up from Aegon’s lap, “My turn.”

Aemond pushed you on the bed, his hands pinning yours steadily above your head.

You find yourself responding eagerly to his kiss.

Aemond

Aemond

Aemond

You moaned with effort, strangling to catch your breath, as his lips locked your mouth in an almost punishing way.

“I love you,” you murmured with your eyes closed, “I’ve always loved you.”

Aemond stopped his advances, his remaining eye fixed on yours before crashing his lips on you again, this time somewhat more gentle.

“Looks like she has made a choice, brother,” Aemond’s lips curled into a cruel smile, locking his gaze on Aegon.

“I see,” Aegon closed the gap between him and you, pressing a soft kiss on your neck, “you may love him, little one, but your body will always crave me more.”

Aemond’s last shred of tolerance shattered, “Get, out.” He ordered, almost growling.

Aegon winked at you with longing and disappointment before he took the hint and quietly sneaked out of your chamber.

“Now, where were we?” Aemond smirked.

“Such a greedy little thing you were, arching your back, begging for my brother’s touch,” he seethed, leaving a mark on your neck, “but know this, my flower, when I am done with you, you will forget your own name. You will beg you for me to take you, every single day for the rest of your life.”

Your maiden body, never experienced such overwhelming pleasure, trembled as Aemond’s hand reached your core and pinched your pearly without mercy.

As you were about to cry out, his lips sealed your mouth.

When he finally traced his kisses down your neck to your breast, you mumbled, “I love you. I love you. I love you, Aemond. Only you.”

How pathetic must you have been? Did you really think he didn’t hear you the first time you said it? Was it possible that your prince was simply deflowering you before discarding you after the shame you have brought upon him tonight?

As such thoughts sank in, a shed of tears fell.

“I love you too, my sweet, you are my everything,”Aemond crawled back on top of you, his voice low and promising, “You will be my wife and carry our children. We will leave a legacy of our own, just as we promised each other when you were children.”

“I want to see you, Aemond. I want to see all of you,” you spoke tenderly, your eyes filled with affection.

He did not hesitate to take off his eye-patch and it was far from the first you had seen him in whole.

Without warning, a strange and intrusive sensation caused you to gasp in pleasure and pain.

“Aemond,” you pleaded.

“It was just one finger, love, just you wait.”

“Faster.”

“Aegon was right, you are such a needy, greedy little thing, so ready for my touch, and I love it,” he did not need further encouragement in inserting a second finger into you.

“Aemond,” you whimpered, “I think I’m close, please don’t stop.”

“Never,” he squeezed your bottom ferociously as his hands sped up the pace and helped you reach your climax.

“Fuck!” You screamed.

“I love you!” You two shout out unamously.

“Gods, that was amazing,” you covered your face in the pillow as you felt the overwhelming pleasure flowing into every square inch of your body.

The sound of Aemond leaving the bed left you in horror.

“Don’t you dare leave me like this, Aemond Targaryen!” You protested in disbelief, torn in desperation and desire.

Aemond laughed softly as he pulled the back of your head into a hungry kiss, “did you really think, my flower, that I would claim you before our wedding night? Tonight is just a taste of heaven, my dear.”

You flicked his hand as you pouted in annoyance, “I hate you.”

Aemond’s expression darkened as he lifted your chin once more, “Take care of your own needs tonight, my princess. You will have plenty of time to hate me. To scream my name and beg for more. There is plenty of punishment awaiting for your indiscretions tonight.”

You bit your lips as a sly smile crawled on your face.

“Well, my prince, your flower desperately awaits,” you raised your brows playfully as you revealed the end of your thigh before sinking into the depths of your quilt, “I wish you a successful self-pleasuring session back in your own chamber.”

Aemond headed, ignoring your remark, “That little mouth of yours, little Tyrell,” he grinned, “You will learn to keep it shut when I fuck your soul out of you.”

You gasped at his response, but it was too late. He had already left you in your empty, unfulfilled desires.

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[imeanyourmomsprettyhot]

Split || Aemond & Aegon Targaryen

masterlist

about: nsfw, female!reader, oral female!receiving, imagining of (rough) sex

summary: two situations, in which both princes desire you

all characters are of age!

Aemond was never the one to share his belongings, especially not with his brother Aegon. But when he found out that Aegon desires you as well, he pushed his principles aside. He couldn't forbid his older brother to see you, neither could he let you go.

Whenever Aemond caught you working, he grabbed your arm, turning you around. Before you could make out who was standing there, he already pulled you into a kiss.

His tongue slips into your mouth, twirling around yours. Your pussy drools over the thought of him stripping off your dress, piece by piece. How he kisses every inch of your body with his soft lips. How his nose would caress you skin with every kiss he places. And how he would look you in the eyes, while fucking you over and over again.

Aemond moves his lips further down to your neck. He knows exactly which spots to touch to make you go crazy. He loves, watching your skin prickle, as his tongue ghosts over your throat. How you run your fingers through his hair, as an attempt to make him go even further.

He looks you in the eyes, before pulling up your dress. You watch him, as he gets down on his knees. The view of you, while he's going down on you, gives him all the pleasure he needs.

The coiling tension in between your legs, as Aemond starts licking around your slit, to fully taste you. He circles around your clit, while holding onto your trembling legs. You have to hold in your moans, while Aemond´s tongue spells his name on your pussy, earning him all the right whimpers he wants to hear from you.

The best part for him, is when you finally come. Licking off every drop of your juice, and being able to have you all over him, while you almost collapse, as he hums against your clit, sending vibrations through your whole body.

He hopes for your taste, to stay on his tongue forever.

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Aegon knew about this thing between you and Aemond. That's why it is an even bigger pleasure for him that he laid his eyes on you as well.

It was no big surprise, when Aegon once again watched you sorting the books in the library. His eyes burn into your skin, as his view keeps wandering up and down you body.

He fantasizes about what's beneath the layers of your dress, and how he would rip apart every piece of fabric that lays between him and your skin.

How he would pinch your nipples in between his fingers, watching you go insane under his touch. The way you would arch your back, as he roughly enters you. He would thrust into you, so deep, there won't be anything else you'd want ever again, other than his touch. How he would attack your neck with his teeth to mark you, so his brother would know who you belong to.

The way Aegon desires to just push you down on the table, making you take his full length, begging to get fucked even harder by him - begging him to never stop. How you would grip onto his hair, telling him how much you loved him inside you, and how needy you are for his dick.

How you would crave him, just as much as he craves you. How you would cry out, as he brings you to orgasm all over again, while releasing himself, his cock buried deep inside of you.

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[fairysluna]

aegon angst please im begging on my knees OLEASE OLEASE

this is perfect bc I've been planning on writing an angsty drabble based on this song for so long and i finally got the excuse lol. hope you like it!!🤍

Songfic #6

is it insensitive for me to say get your shit together? So I can love you.

PAIRING – Modern!Aegon II Targaryen x Reader.

TAGS – angst, hurt no comfort, alcohol consumption, cursing, mentions of cheating, established relationship, mentions of family issues. if something is missing let me know!!

You saw the clock hanging from the wall, biting your nails and sighing with despair. The feeling in your gut was giving you bad news, and the voice inside your head was trying to convince you to call him one more time with the fanciful idea of him picking up feeding your need to do it. You felt a hole in your belly where your stomach was supposed to be, and your body seemed to be unable to remain still in one place. 

4 am, and the last time you heard about Aegon was when he left the apartment and told you he would come back before midnight, for tomorrow he had a very important job interview early in the morning. Needless to say, he did not keep his word, and when the clock indicated that it was the middle of the night, you found yourself alone in the darkness of the living room, at the verge of tears produced by the worry and anger. Your cellphone remained quiet, no phone calls from him arrived. That only made you angrier, for he did not even think about letting you know whether he was alright or not; he did not even think how you had a sleepless night filled with pure distress due to the unavoidable concern. You called him at least twenty times during the night, and none of your calls were answered; you had already memorized his voice mail recording by heart. 

When the main door opened, your lost eyes found their way to the frame of it, and the first thing you saw was your boyfriend stumbling inside the living room; a green shirt ripped in the neck, leftovers of red lipstick on his neck, chin and cheeks, and sleepy eyes. You were already used to seeing that aspect on him, though you had naively believed that it would stop. But it never stopped. 

“Hello there, beauty,” he greeted you. He dragged his words as if his tongue was as heavy as a rock, holding his body against the door handle.

You pressed your lips in a thin line, you had the intention to scream at him, to yell at his face how much you hated him for doing this to you once again; but nothing would come out, your words would be stuck in the back of your throat, your mind too blurry with disappointment to even think in what to say; so you just stood up, grabbed your phone and left towards the room without uttering a sound. You heard how Aegon closed the door, and how he dragged his feet behind you as he followed you, but you did not even bother to turn around. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, and your heart fell to your stomach as you stopped walking. Once you finally had the courage to turn around to face you looked at him with disdain, as if he was mocking you without shame by asking something so stupidly obvious that it was insulting. 

“It’s 4 am,” you spat, already breathing heavily. “It’s 4 am and you just got home… it’s Tuesday!”

“Oh, Gods, I’m sorry, love…” he muttered, trying to step closer to you but you stepped back, rejecting his touch. “Arryk just got a new job so we went to a bar downtown and celebrated for him.”

“And did you forget that later today you have a job interview?” You reminded him, fuming already with rage burning through your eyes. You were barely able to keep it together, your nose already itching as you saw Aegon widening in surprise by your words. He had forgotten, he always did. “I can’t fucking believe it.”

“Love, listen-” his hand tried to reach for you once again but you slapped it away from you. 

“No, this is enough, I won’t listen to your pathetic excuses anymore,” you shook your head and your eyes became watery once you noticed the marks of lipstick on his skin. “I’m so tired of being the only one trying to keep us afloat.” 

“That’s a lie…” He accused you, narrowing his eyes. 

“Is it?” You chuckled incredulously, “I’m the one paying the bills, working my ass off so you don’t feel pressure to find a stupid job, but all you do is drink and live as if you were still a fucking teenager!” You raised your voice, making him shrink in his position. He took a step back, looking at you teary eyed. That would always be enough for you to soften to him, but not this time. “You’ve told me multiple times how your grandfather would yell at you to do your shit so I tried to be empathic with you and give you time, but I just-” 

A sob interrupted your words, making you choke in your own sorrow as you covered your mouth and quickly looked away from him. You closed your eyes for an instant and you slightly shook your head, feeling your heart being torn apart by the impact of reality against what used to be a fairytale. A shake breath came from your lips as you wiped your tears away and looked back at Aegon, who was standing as if he was a scolded child waiting to receive his punishment.

Those lilac eyes of him made you remember the beginning of your relationship, before you truly figured Aegon out. The first stages of a relationship were always perfect, relaying on the rush of adrenaline and excitement that a new feeling would provide; but now that it’s been four years, all that magic had vanished… sadly, the love and devotion you had for him was still making your heart beat, which is why it was so hard for you to pronounce the following words,

“I can’t allow myself to love you anymore,” you struggled to say, the sobs that threatened to escape you were making you choke and gulp. “Why can’t you get your shit together? Why can’t you grow up and act like a fucking adult?”

“You know it’s hard for me,” he excused himself, but you sighed. 

“And you think it isn’t hard for me too? I stay awake every night you go out, scared to death. I have two jobs so we can keep this fucking apartment so you don’t go back and live with your parents. Because that’s how much I care about you.”

“And I love you for that.”

“Then fucking prove it to me!” You gave an exasperated yell, “Prove me that you love me! Because lately I feel like you’re saying all these things just because you’re used to them.”

“How?” He asked, “what do you want me to do?”

And there it is, the disappointment crossing your face once again. You could speak to him, scream and yell a bunch of words, but he would never listen. He would always disguise his lack of attention with questions like this, even when you had been screaming the answer to it ever since he stepped into the apartment. 

You did not respond to him; you just shook your head as you made your way to your bag. You grabbed your keys, your phone and your wallet. Aegon frowned after looking at that action, and he tried to follow you around but his feet felt so heavy that he only stumbled in his place. 

“Where are you going?” He demanded an answer, “what are you doing?”

Once again, silence was the answer to his question and his eyes filled with tears followed your frame until you stopped in the middle of the door frame of the room. 

“My love…” he whispered, already feeling himself being sobered up by the anguish he started to feel inside his chest. “Please, don’t. Not you too.”

“You’re losing me, Aegon,” you muttered, loud enough for him to see. “Be aware of that.”

Once you closed the door behind your back, Aegon broke into silent sobs and cries. He had underestimated your limits, stupidly believing that you would always be by his side. Now that he found himself alone in a room filled with memories, the only thing he was able to do was to regret.

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[lovelykhaleesiii]

I WANNA BE DARK!CHUBBY!AEGON MODERN HOUSE WIFE.

He always comes back home to dinner, having you sitting on his lap and you feed him it, always telling you about them dumb cunts at works and how much he missed that pretty pussy of yours…

please this AU has never left my mind nor will it ever... it calls for me <3

Happy Wife, Happy Life...

PAIRING: Modern!Chubby!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,224.

WARNINGS: swearing, dry humping, very domestic dynamic.

A/N - I couldn't help myself, I had to write... bitchass labels ain't going to stop me!!!! MUAHAHAHA hope you all enjoy this little read x

"Honey, I'm home!"

The familiar, deep tone of your husband's voice boomed down the corridor, hearing the main door shut and some heavy footsteps after.

"In the kitchen, baby!" You sweetly coo, your heart now swelling with content upon Aegon's anticipated arrival home from work. He had been vigorously working throughout these past few weeks, the pressure of meeting multiple deadlines and the stress of outperforming other firms was gradually beginning to surface. And it seemed Aegon had finally reached breaking point...

"How was work, my love?" You longingly question, your attention pacing between your plump husband and feast you had just finished preparing.

Met with an exhausted sigh, you knew that Aegon was fed up. Upon his return each working day you found him to be more exhausted than the previous day. Growing even more and more hesitant waking up every dim morning, dreading having to leave your cosy side in bed.

"Same old same, fucking work with half-wits," Aegon erupted, as he reached over from behind you, cheekily dipping a pudgy finger into the fresh sauce left open in the saucepan.

"Aeg please-!"

Earning a low, growling chuckle from your husband, Aegon pressed his stockier physique deeper into you, his soft stomach perfectly nestled in the curve of your spine.

"Hmm, you know how much I love your cooking, baby. Can't you tell? Look at how round you've made me-" Aegon persisted, his voice growing lower as he edged in deeper, his thick arms firmly wrapping around your waist, leaving soft, wet kisses in the crook of your neck.

"Aeg, your old enough to have some self-control... Besides, I like your softer size, more of my dear husband to love and to hold," You sweetly giggle, teasingly shoving your backside further into Aegon's groin. The growing tension in his suit pants was evident, his thick cock palpating with excitement in between your tender cheeks.

"Turns me so on seeing you going above and beyond for me, being the perfect, little trophy wife."

"Aeg-" You sternly utter, feeling the familiar, yearning heat brewing in between your inner thighs. God, did he know precisely how to get you feeling a certain way and only just in a matter of seconds... Curse his dirty tongue.

"To the table, now. I'm fetching you your plate, big boy-" You meekly attempt to push his heavier mass off of you, managing to gain just a few inches of distance between your bodies. As if on cue, Aegon's stomach lowly rumbles, the hunger evident, triggered by the potent, delicious smell of the dinner.

"Yes, ma'am."

Plopping himself down eagerly, the wooden chair blatantly creaking beneath the pressure of his weight.

"Fuck, angel, you know you make it so hard for me to leave for work every morning. And the assholes I work with, make it less convincing for me to stay," Aegon defeatedly sighed, as he loosened his red tie from around his neck: the once prominent double chin now more subtle as the fat beneath his chin relaxes from the tension of his tie.

"I'm sorry, baby-" You gently soothe, as you steadily place the full plate of food down in front of Aegon.

"Not to mention, my father's been down by neck about all these clients I have to meet with, and Aemond's been a pest to work with. Always nagging."

Softly rubbing circles against his sturdy back, it was little reassurance left you could offer. Aegon had been complaining petulantly all week, and for valid reasons. Work had been exhausting for him, and the least you could do was help to take his mind off of it...

"Sounds like you just need to relax, baby. All this built up tension is no good for you, my love," You considerately utter, seating yourself over his dense, wide lap. A sly smirk half-heartedly appears on Aegon's face, excited for what was to follow.

"No, no, you shouldn't have to lift a single finger-" Lifting his pudgy hand up, planting a soft peck on his palm, before guiding it back down, just towards the entrance of your throbbing entrance.

"Now that you are home. Let your pretty, obedient wife take care of you, I want to take care of you, my big boy."

Slightly turned away from him, you reach over to grab the fork, piling on a mouthful of the dinner before practically spoon-feeding your porky husband.

"Hmm-" Earning a deep, almost sensual like moan from Aegon, as his head and eyes rolled back momentarily, as he scoffed the bite down. Easing his head back up, as his sole attention rested on you once more, he was met with another mouthful, and another, and another after that.

"Spoiling my husband like a King, my favourite pastime," You lustfully coo, smoothly rubbing Aegon's swollen belly in between a few mouthfuls, as you eased the growing fullness. Each time you'd turn, adjusting yourself in his lap, the fleeting moments of grinding against his chunky thighs further provoked the friction beneath, Aegon's hard cock still evidently growing beneath the tight fabric of his pants.

"Fuck, baby-This, this is exactly what I mean. Why spend my day with incompetent people, when I could be doing this? Getting spoiled and fucking you senseless as a reward for being such a good wife."

"Mhmm, tell me more, husband. Am I doing such a good job, you can't wait to come straight back home to me, like a good little piggy? Thinking about me when you should be meeting serious clients, huh?"

Before he could respond promptly, you teasingly shove another mouthful of food into his already full mouth, earning a small giggle from you. Although, it did not take him long to consume the piece, licking his moist, plump lips as he regained awareness.

"Every time I leave that door, I can't help but think about you, princess. The thought of that pretty pussy of yours all alone and aching for me, for my cock. How bad I want to fill you with my seed, taking me so well, like a good wife should."

Instinctively, you lustfully bite your lips to Aegon's meticulous words, a sudden urge to just kiss him igniting in the pit of your stomach. His pudgy hands: one rested on your back keeping you steadily supported, and the other tightly gripping your thigh. Feeling his hold gently pushing you down, attempting to bury you deeper against his mass, you readjust, feeling his solid, pulsating cock beneath your moistening entrance.

"Y-You've never been so right, Aeg. I may be busy cleaning and cooking, keeping this home, our home, well-kept and spotless-" Resting the fork on the now empty plate, before wrapping your arms around Aegon's thick neck.

"A plate full of food and seconds ready for you to devour, but I crave for more. I crave for my husband, his full attention, his touch, his kisses, his cock-" You softly chuckle, closing the distance between your faces, as you plant a long, tender kiss on his soft, tasteful lips, before breaking apart.

"Is dessert ready?" He oddly questioned, a stoic look on his pudgy face, although his sudden question earned a skeptical look from you, as your brows furrowed.

"Yes."

"It can wait... I need to sate my wife for her day's of hard work. I need to have you now."

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[dulcewrites]

Part 5 of Blood in the Water is out 👀

#he was… interesting to write #I hope I got what I wanted across #I never know what to tag stuff when chapters aren’t exactly about Aegon or Maeve #I hope this isn’t completely clogging tags lol #aegon targaryen x oc #aegon targaryen imagine #aegon x oc #hotd imagine #hotd oc #hotd original character #aegon imagine #aegon x fem!reader

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

𝐒𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲

this banner took way too fuckin long to make istg

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

word count | 6.4k🤙🏻

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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