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control — aemond x fem!highborn!reader

warnings: sexual harassment and assault, smut, victim blaming, dubcon because literally no one can consent in this environment

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chapter five

you had only known your husband for… hours? a day? maybe two? your head hurt at the thought, but the limited amount of time you had already spent with aemond made you very aware of one thing: you were better on his good side.

especially the good side of each of his family members.

and, unfortunately… that included the king’s good side, aemond had informed you post-coitus.

“husband,” you began, pulling on your clothes as aemond stood across the room. he was preoccupied, fumbling with his trinkets. “while i consider it a great honor to help the king welcome the other ladies that have come to court, i just…”

“you don’t understand why he needs to be present for when you receive them,” aemond responded for you, not glancing in your direction. “especially when my sister, the queen, should be in your place.”

you swallowed. “i would never be so bold to say where anyone in your family should be, my prince.”

“my brother will like that you know your place,” he stated plainly. “proceed with caution, wife.”

you sighed. “do you think…”

“i am unable to attend, wife.” aemond’s jaw was clenched as he turned around, hands clasped behind his back. his eye found your face, but there was no fondness present on his face anymore. he looked cold. inconvenienced. dreadful. all while looking at his brand new wife. “i have more important matters to attend to.”

and with that, he left.

you wouldn’t see him until that night. in that time, you had spent a considerable amount of time with other maids and ladies in waiting in the room that you assumed the king and his council used for meetings. there were many groups of people floating in and out of the room that day, carrying goblets of wine while discussing how many men, horses, and swords were at the ready in the event of an attack. you feared to glance at any of them as none of them seemed in a pleasant enough mood to talk with someone such as yourself. you were a princess, by law and marriage now, but that did not guarantee that they were to like you.

aegon seemed to be making every effort to ensure that.

you had tried to politely ignore the king by pretending you didn’t hear his grotesque comments, but that only made him become louder and more in your face. you were choosing fabrics for other ladies’ dresses and handing them to other maids, hoping to look preoccupied, but that only made the king approach you from behind out of spite.

you jumped at the feeling of heavy hands grabbing ahold of your hips from behind. you sucked in a sharp breath, trying to contain your emotions. you couldn’t see who the man was behind you, sure, but there were only so many guesses when you had just been wed to an into an intimidating man like your husband.

“hello, princess.”

the gruff voice in your ear immediately made every hair on the back of your neck stand up. his dry lips had brushed against the tip of your ear and hair and all you could smell was wine on his breath. the king smelled and felt rotten, especially being so inappropriately affectionate with you in public, and you refused to breathe with him so closely behind you.

however, you were no fool. you had one hand you could play. one.

“your grace!” you forced charisma into your voice as you spun around in his old and took a step back. you went into a deep curtsy, immediately, and then sprung right back up. the smile on your face was bright, large, and hopefully a good lie to the man who stood before you. he was smirking lazily, and the lingering of his eyes on your body, but also on the room and its entirety, let you know that the man was drunk. you decided to use this to your advantage. “i am so lucky to have stumbled upon you. i am picking out fabrics for the queen’s dresses. would you like to pick your favorites?”

he chuckled, stepping closer. the men behind him made no move to follow in the king’s quest towards you, but they also did not work very hard to conceal their apprehension towards a drunk king looking to flirt with his brother’s new wife. “i have no use for dress fabrics. they conceal pretty things underneath, like yours… i bet my brother ravaged you last night, didn’t he? did you enjoy your wedding night, princess?”

your breathing turned shallow, but your smile did not falter. “my lord husband and i were very lucky to have such a beautiful feast thrown in our honor, your grace. we thank you. the new trade routes you have acquired brought in beautiful silk-“

“princess,” a man behind the king spoke before stepping around aegon. the lord hand, otto hightower. “the king has some important matters to attend to in the other room, but i can take his place for him.”

with hands clasped behind his back, the lord hand eyed the king and the king scurried off. many of the men behind the king followed in suit, but one stayed behind the lord hand. once the lord hand turned to face you, you smiled and curtsied.

“thank you, my lord hand. i must also thank you for the beautiful feast last night. my lord husband and i are most grateful,” you spoke.

the lord hand let your words linger before responding. while he was a few feet away, his stare was so hard that you felt like he was invading your personal space. you froze the smile on your face as you could feel the naturalness of the action slipping from your grasp. “i’m sure your grateful for me sending the king away, aren’t you?”

“i’m grateful and loyal to my kind and generous king, your grandson, my lord hand,” you stated with the same smile. it was bullshit, and both of you knew it. absolute bullshit.

…but you knew it was necessary for the sake of appearances.

“you will do well at court, princess.” and with that, the hand left.

later that evening, there was a feast to be held for close members of the royal family. when your husband had failed to show up for attendance at your door beforehand, and you didn’t exactly know the way to the banquet room, you peeked your head out to find your husband’s guard, ser cole, outside your door.

“ser cole,” you spoke in a small voice. “would you mind escorting me to dinner? i’m afraid i haven’t become very well acquainted with these hallways quite yet.”

“of course, princess,” he responded, turning towards you. “took me more than a few days to learn them myself.”

you smiled, taking his arm. “you’re kind.”

ser cole had led you down a few hallways and you asked him a few polite questions. how long he had been at kings landing for, if he had enough rest during the day, and other things you were curious about. you didn’t want to annoy him, but he was one of the only people at the castle that you found it easy to talk to. ser cole was in the middle of speaking when, like a creature, the king aegon slithered out from behind corner and stood in front of you both.

you were startled, stepping back, but ser cole only froze. ser cole immediately bowed as you shakily curtsied.

“good evening, my king,” you greeted. “ser cole was just escorting me to dinner this evening.”

“great man you are, cole,” the king slapped a heavy hand on the knight’s shoulder, slurring his words. his goblet of wine was in his other hand. “i’ll take it from here. my new sister and i have not had the chance to become acquainted yet.”

he was a forgetful drunk. you filed that away for later.

the king immediately reached for your arm, which ser cole let go of. aegon had begun to lead you away from your guard. you glanced behind you to find ser cole staring back at you. the fear and sheer desperation in your eyes must have been evident, but there was nothing the guard could do for you and you both knew it. you both turned back around.

“shall we escort the queen helaena as well, my king?” you began conversation before he had the chance. “it might please you to see the new fabric i picked out for her.”

the king hummed, taking another swig of wine from his goblet. “she’ll find someone to show her the way. is my castle to your liking, princess?”

“it’s beautiful, my king. i’m thankful to be here.”

the king stopped, and turned towards you. “how thankful, princess?”

you sucked in a sharp breath and locked eyes with the king. he was still holding onto your arm in his one hand and didn’t seem like he had any intention of letting go. when this had happened earlier, you had objects around you that could distract the king enough to escape his hold. what were you supposed to do now instead of showing him the fabric? …introduce him to his floor tile? you were out of ideas.

“i’ll ask again,” he asked sterner, leaning forward. this smelly breath washed over your face. “how. thankful. are. you?”

“very thankful, your grace,” you answered robotically. “i am also quite thankful for my husband, the prince. it’s every girl’s dream to be a princess, and i hope to be a very devoted wife to the prince aemond.”

“and what about to me?” he wrenched you closer, drawing a breath from your lips. “how will you show your appreciation to me?”

you could hear footsteps from down the hall and you weren’t sure if it would be better for you if they did or didn’t find you in the compromising position you were in now. you had to think quick, quick, quick…

“your mother, the queen dowager’s reputation of piousness and loyalty shall be the example i set for myself… to prove my loyalty to you, my king, my husband, the royal family, and to our war time efforts,” you answered shakily. you could feel sobs building in the back of your throat and you were struggling to hold them back. “it would be an honor to be introduced to her, the queen dowager, and the queen, your grace…”

the king laughed in your face and you began to shake. the king went to answer before he was interrupted.

“the pleasure will be all mine, princess,” you heard from over your shoulder. “my king, would you mind introducing my new daughter-in-law to me?”

you went to turn your head to face the queen dowager for the first time when you felt both of your cheeks grabbed, smushed together by a strong hand, and forced to return your gaze to the king before you. his eyes were bloodshot and appeared to be vibrating. his teeth were gritted in anger as a sharp yelp left your lips.

“you never answered my question, dear sister,” he growled before abruptly releasing you from his grip.

the king had lazily turned towards his mother, whereas you had glided a step or two away from the king. your eyes met with not only the queen dowager, but your husband, the queen, and ser cole. you immediately fell into a deep curtsy.

“queen dowager and queen helaena,” you greeted. “i am glad to make your acquaintance.”

“my new dress pleases me,” the queen blurted out. her mother quickly eyed her, and the queen seemed to shrink into herself.

you smiled. “it looks beautiful on you, your grace.”

the queen returned your smile.

you bowed your head to the prince. “hello, my prince.”

“wife,” he simply stated, eyeing you.

great. your jaw clenched.

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the prince hadn’t spoken to you throughout the entirety of the dinner. you were rattled to the bone, still holding back the sob from your altercation with the king, and all you wanted to do was leave the banquet room and flee to your room. ha, they weren’t even your rooms… they were your husband’s.

suddenly, your husband spoke up. he stood. “if you’ll excuse my wife and i, we will be leaving as there were other tasks i would like to introduce her to.”

the prince grabbed your arm before his brother, the king, spoke up, “putting her to work already, brother?”

the prince clenched his jaw. “unless you have a task for either of us, then i will see to my wife as i please.”

and with aemond’s tight grip on your elbow, you both left the banquet room. the doors shut loudly behind you, and your husband and you were consumed by the shadows in the unlit hallway. around the corners of the castle he led you until he had brought you to his chambers.

he had opened the doors himself, discarding the guards on either side, and pulled you into the room. you stumbled, confused and now quite worried, as he shut and locked the doors behind him.

“my prince,” you began, trying to catch your breath. “what is troubling you?”

his shoulders straightened with his back to you. aemond turned around and glared at you. “in front of my sister.”

your brow furrowed, confused. “i’m… i’m afraid i don’t understand.”

his lips pursed before his nostrils flared. his violent eye was wild, filled with anger. “my brother was quite public with his affection for his dearest sister in front of not only her husband, but his wife, the queen.”

your mouth fell agape. “my prince, that is not my fault. i did my best to follow your wishes. i cannot disobey the king-“

“but you can disobey your husband in the process,” the prince spat.

“what would you have me do?” your voice broke. “i had ser cole escort me because you weren’t there to escort me!”

he clicked his tongue at you. you expected him to counter your claim, but there was none. the prince could only stare down at you, appearing to contemplate your statement, before responding.

“this is true, but i recall my wife telling me that she could handle herself,” he responded, stepping closer. “in fact, i remember you specifically saying that you would be able to claim a dragon if i threw you in the dragon pit.”

you swallowed. “your brother is very different from a dragon, your grace.”

“and you appear to be very different than what you claimed to be.”

you narrowed your eyes. “and what do you claim to be, aemond? i seem to recall doing my best to follow my husband’s orders, but unfortunately all i had at my disposal was one of his guards.”

he said nothing. you stared at him, almost on the verge of tears, and he said nothing. his one eye was locked on you, blown wide, but his mouth and facial features were set in stone. you, on the other hand? the opposite. your eyes were dark and wild, blood rushing to your face from anger, and you were seconds away from spewing so much fire from your tongue that your teeth would grit.

“you know what’s worse?” you spat.

he raised an eyebrow.

“that your sister, who everyone claims to not have her wits, is the smartest out of the three siblings,” you spat. “she knew how much disgust i felt after your fucking brother put his hands on me, and yet all you can think about is how i supposedly betrayed you. your grandfather, your kingmaker, even approves of how i deal with your brother and his grimy paws. my husband wasn’t there to ensure my safety, but his mother came to my rescue. i did my best, and if that isn’t enough, put a fucking dagger in my hand and see if he ever puts his hands on me, or another woman, ever again, prince aemond.”

you left the reception room to his chambers for his drawing room. fuming, you slammed the door behind you. you parked yourself on the cushion to the bay window and leaned your head on the glass.

despite your anger, you had fallen asleep. sometime after you fell into your slumber, you felt a small tapping on your shoulder. startled, you woke up and inched farther away from the room towards the window. your husband came into view.

you didn’t speak. what were you to think? you had insulted several members of his family, and even threatened his brother, the king. you had no idea how to proceed, and you were not about to dig yourself into an even deeper hole.

“let us have a bath,” he spoke, holding out his hand.

looking from his hand to his face, you hesitated. with a raised brow, you questioned him with your eyes. he was a smart man; he could tell you were confused and almost scared. however, his demeanor did not falter. he fully expected you to take his hand.

and you did.

the prince lead you back into the reception area and there was an extra large bathing basin in front of the fire. the flames were keeping the massive tub, definitely built for two, warm. aromas of lavender and rose had begun to greet your senses that immediately perked your interest. a bath did sound nice…

“i’m sure you’ve had a long day, my prince. i can wait in the other room while you-“

“nonsense,” he interrupted you. “i would like for you to join me.”

i’m going to be drowned in fucking garden water, you thought.

your eyes met his and your lips parted. he showed no hesitation on his face. the both of you suffered in awkward silence for a few moments, staring at each other, before you sighed.

“would you mind helping me undress, my prince?” you turned around.

aemond immediately stepped behind you and began plucking at the strings to the corset of your dress. he was quick, but careful and gentle with his movements. he was mean and rough the last time he helped you undress, so this should’ve pleased you, but you only felt apprehension towards his shift in mood. you turned back around as your dress fell to your feet and began to help the prince undress.

you kept your eyes trained on his clothing and the fussy buttons your fingers were working on. he did not move as you did so. you weren’t sure where his eyes were as you were paying attention to the last few buttons on his jacket and the seams to his breeches. he kicked off his garments and you raised your gaze to look at him.

“i don’t suppose the leather of your eyepatch will react well with the water in the basin, my prince,” you mused. “may i take it off?”

he nodded.

you forced a small smile and unlaced it from the back of his head. you set it down on a nearby table and pressed a light kiss to his jaw. he held out his hand, which you took, and led you into the bath.

“sit in front of me with your back towards me, husband,” you said softly.

he furrowed his brow at you and hesitated for a moment before doing as you asked. you grabbed a cloth and a bar of soap, dunking both in the water and rubbing them together, and rung the cloth out before washing the tops of your husbands shoulders.

immediately, your husband tensed. you tried to continue your movements of kindness with confidence, but it was hard to feel comfortable around a man who killed young boys when he was not at ease. the intent was to portray yourself as a kind and doting wife, but in reality… you didn’t feel safe with your back to him. in his defense… you’d probably kill him, too, if he insulted your kin. either way… you needed to save your skin before you could protect your kin. so you tried with aemond, you really did.

you had finished the back of his upper body and mid and lower back before you started on his hair. you unlaced the tie that held his strands from his face and rung the cloth over his hair to soak his tresses. with soap between your fingers, you began to work at his scalp. starting at the base of his neck, and working your way to the front of his head, you washed your husband’s hair.

whether it was the warm water after a long day of sore muscles, or the lovely aromatics of the bath water, aemond’s limbs found themselves relaxing against your frame. he began to lean his head back, which provided easier access to you to reach his scalp.

he was a mean and cruel man… but there was something about the intimacy of this moment that made you smile to yourself. a pleasant sign had left his lips and you giggled.

“laughing at someone whom you angered earlier is not wise, princess,” the prince warned, laying his head back on your shoulder.

lightheartedness had suddenly escaped you. “i promise i tried my best to do as you asked, my prince.”

the prince sighed. “i know you did, wife.”

you couldn’t help but let out a sigh you didn’t realize you were holding. you began to lather the bar of soap onto his broad chest. the flames of the fire caught the reflection of the water droplets and illuminated the fair skin of your husband. a royal asshole he was… but he was so handsome.

“the women that enter the castle doors usually end up at someone’s feet when something goes wrong, pleading for mercy,” he muttered as you continued to wash him. “they usually become a nuisance to me, despite the fact that it’s not their fault. the women usually find an audience with my grandfather or my mother, either cole or i take care of it, after they beg, and beg, and beg… but you… not you, wife.”

you bit your lip. “no, not me, husband.”

“because of that, my grandfather has asked me if you would aid our cause in speaking to wives and mistresses of possible allies,” he spoke.

you hesitated, halting your movements. “did you accept, my prince?”

“what would you do if i did?”

you swallowed the lump in your throat. “my duty, my prince.”

“and what would that be?” he bit, voice suddenly graver.

“whatever you say that is, husband,” you answered softly.

“my, my,” a chuckle rumbled throughout his chest. “my grandfather said you had wit, but he did not comment about how you cower when someone raises their voice.”

you stayed silent, anger building in your chest, as you pressed the bar of soap into one of his hands and leaned back against the tub. bastard could wash himself.

his chuckle was louder this time as he turned around in place. you picked your head up, ready to snap at him, but the prince had maneuvered you both so now he had his back to the tub and you were laying against his front.

“he called you obedient, my grandfather,” the prince spoke as he washed your shoulders. “said i was a lucky man to have a wife who knew her place and always had pleasantries rolling off her tongue when she was faced with adversity. no one but me has experienced a tongue lashing from you yet, have they, wife?”

you clenched your jaw and didn’t respond. that only made him chuckle again.

“that is not how you are in my chambers, is it?” the bar of soap began to slide across your chest. each nipple of yours was circled with the soap while aemond’s other hand was cupping bath water and letting it fall onto your skin. his movements drew small breaths from your lips, and they only worsened when his fingers began to play with your sensitive breasts. “no, that’s not my sweet, sweet wife. unless she has a cock in her, isn’t that right?”

you but your lip as your cheeks began to flush. “you’re cruel, aemond.”

your husband dropped the soap, letting it hit the bottom of the tub, and immediately cupped your chin and one hand as his other hand ducked beneath the surface of the water. his soft skin could be felt traveling down your stomach to the most sensitive part of you. “you find me cruel, princess? then allow me to show you how cruel i can be.”

he forced your thighs apart so his hand could have the range of motion he desired. his fingers immediately attacked your clit, pressing down hard onto the bud before he began drawing circles. his other hand held your face firmly in place as he brought his mouth very close to your ear.

“i will not give you the satisfaction of admitting my amusement for a woman with a bit of fire in her,” he growled, “but i will say i do enjoy the way the fire dims when she realizes my flames are bigger.”

you teeth sank into your lower lip, struggling to keep your wits about you as the pleasure began to spread in your lower abdomen. “your flames of anger may rival mine, but i crave something bigger.”

you had shifted slightly to the side so you could grasp his hardening length behind you, now to the side of you. you clasped him tightly at the base of his cock and immediately began stroking him beneath the surface of the water as he still played his dance between your legs. your legs were begging to shake as he continued his assault, but you would be damned if you didn’t at least put up a fight first.

a thick, dark chuckle left the depths of his throat when you played your hand. you tried your best to keep your pace on his member, but the truth was you could feel the pleasure about to hit its peak at any moment. dizzy with the sweet smell of your husband and the bath he so nicely drew for you, you refused to let him win as you stroked up and down his long length.

“submit to me, my pretty wife,” he ordered, holding your face in his free hand as he stared into your eyes.

“no,” you gasped, writhing in his hold. his fingers were sending sparks up and down your limbs. your teeth were ripping at you bottom lip as your eyes, desperate to focus on the devil before you, were threatening to roll into the back of your head. your hips, rolling in suit against his thigh, were one of the first clues that you were on the verge of climax. “you must show me something worth submitting to, my prince.”

the prince withdrew his hand and fucking growled.

all at once, the prince was no longer behind you. he had thrown you against the other side of the tub and you caught the edge with your hands and chest. you grunted in pain before aemond pulled you to your knees with your back to him. with little time to stop him, the prince pressed into you.

you gasped at the intrusion, but aemond didn’t care. if it weren’t for the low level of bath water, it would’ve gone everywhere with aemond’s erratic thrusts. his hips snapped into yours, causing his cock to dive deeper and deeper into the slick walls of your cunt. little gasps left your lips as your husband fucked into you mercilessly. you were holding onto the slippery edge of the tub with wet fingers, which was of little use, if it weren’t for aemond’s strong upper body holding you in place.

“quiet, wife,” he spat. “you think i care that i just ruined this cunt this morning? you think i care for soreness?”

you moaned against the metal of the tub and felt your thighs began to quake.

“i’ve learned that i’ve got to fuck the attitude out of my wife and her sweet cunt,” he growled as he stuffed his cock into you over and over. “music to my fucking ears when you finally lose the ability to speak and learn your fucking place.”

“you asshole,” you cried out in pleasure. “i hate how good your cock feels.”

that only made him drive into your slick, welcoming walls harder. his fingertips were sure to leave bruises for you to admire come tomorrow, but the only thing that mattered now was the orgasm you had been seeking. your moans filled the room, urging him to give in and let you cum.

“imagine that,” he spat, leaning down to your ear as he rutted against you. “you were a pure maiden last night, and now you’re moaning like a fucking whore for me. all for me and my cock.”

the prince suddenly shoved one of his thumbs into your ass and drew out a long whine from your throat. seeing stars, you rested your head against the tub before he picked you up by hair so your ear was right by his lips. dazed, and confused, you heard him growl, “doing no work and taking all of the pleasure. greedy, greedy girl… i should stop and make you finish yourself off.”

“no, my prince,” you sobbed, scrunching your eyes closed. “please, i’m so close…”

“you’re close, pretty girl?” he tauntingly asked. “how fucking pathetic.”

a strangled cry left your lips when you heard the devilish things that leaked from his lips. “gods, i hate you. i hate you so much. i hate you for how good it feels…”

“that’s it,” he grunted, fucking into you harder. “hate me, wife. hate me all you wish because your cunt adores me.”

“fuck, yes, yes, yes…” you babbled, pushing your hips back against his to meet his thrusts. the water became sloshing erratically, leaking over the edge and onto the floor. “cum inside me, husband, please.”

the prince growled as he fell onto your back. you were mad, furious that the prince had finished without you being able to look upon his pretty face. you whined as you pushed back against him, desperate for more friction. the prince had sighed, leaning his forehead against your wet back and rested for a moment.

“you’re evil,” you gasped, bucking your hips once more.

he lazily chuckled before snaking one of his hands around your front to find your clit. “because i came before you, wife? greedy…”

“i like to see your face when you cum inside me,” you bit your lip, letting your eyes flutter closed. “so handsome. so, so handsome…”

“too sweet for me, wife, my lovely wife,” he mumbled against the side of your throat as he played between your thighs. you had been so close before, and he was bringing you right back to the edge. with his cock still inside of you, you bucked back against his hips as the pleasure became too much for you to handle. you began writhing in his grasp and moaning incoherently, different shapes and colors consuming your consciousness. your climax had hit its peak as warmth flooded throughout your body. aemond, chuckling darkly, spoke, “that’s it. just like that. cum all over your husband’s royal cock.”

he placed several kisses on your cheek and you smiled. lazily, you asked, “still vexed with me, husband?”

“no, dear wife,” he mumbled, leaning against you for support. “unfortunately not.”

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nerys-nerie · 1 year

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Dragonfly

Helaena Targaryen x Fem!Reader

You’re Princess Helaena’s handmaiden but you harbor secret feelings for her. Little do you know she does too.

Warnings: Aegon is his own warning, mentions of marital r*pe (it’s not really mentioned but sort of alluded to), smut, fingering, cunnilingus (Helaena receiving), and thigh riding

If you’re not interested in that don’t read, thank you.

I think I got all the grammatical mistakes, but correct me if I’m wrong.

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You stared as Aegon, your lady’s brother husband, downed another goblet of wine in front of his sister wife. Helaena just stared off into the distance as you stood behind her to her left in case she needed her cup filled again. She never did.

You never quite understood why Alicent thought it would be smart to make them have dinner together. They never got along, or talked for that matter.

You inched forward to your lady’s ear. “My Princess, I do believe you have that early tea with…”

“Lady Redwyne’s daughter.” The princess finished. “Oh, how could I forget.” Her nose was slightly brushing your cheek now.

She smelled lovely, you would know, you put her bath salts in the tub yourself. You never stayed to bathe her, you got someone else to do it. You feared you may cross a line if you were able to touch her naked skin.

You are her handmaiden. Obviously. You have been her handmaiden since you were ten and six. She was the same age as you when you met.

Your Princess did not even say goodbye to her lousy excuse for a husband as she moved. Helaena had stood up quietly and made her way to the door with you trailing behind her. You quickly walked in front of her to open the door for the princess.

“Thank you.” She said softly with a small smile.

You could not help the swarm of butterflies that entered your stomach. ‘She’s so polite.’ You thought.

Then again if she smacked you and called you worthless scum, which she would never do, you would thank her graciously.

Helaena was the one good thing in this world, and you tried your very best to protect her. You loved her bugs, her random words, her smile (on the rare occasions she was happy), her smell, her hair, and her lips. Everything about her seemed to intoxicate you. Even the way she breathed had you on the edge of your seat.

That’s exactly why you hated Aegon. When Aegon would come to her when he was drunk she always became a shell of herself the next day. She didn’t deserve that, no one did.

You would always be so gentle with braiding her hair with extra compliments those days. You gently messaged her shoulders and neck too. It always made her relax into the chair and breathe easier.

Helaena was always kind to you. She would show you her favorite bug. The beetle. A golden one at that. It only lived two months, but she wanted to show it to you every day. It always made your cheeks warm.

She even gave you special handmaiden clothes, so everyone would know you were her handmaiden. When her mother asked she mumbled how she was a princess, she thought it best that her maiden match her and some of her dresses.

That was something you also noticed. She always mumbled with Alicent or avoided eye contact. She never did that with you. She always tried to look you in the eye when speaking, though it did seem difficult sometimes for her.

“My pleasure, my Princess.” You responded with a small curtesy.

Her smile only widened. “Could you have a bath drawn for me, please?”

“Of course, princess.” You said as you made your way to her quarters.

She watched you as you left. She let out a small sigh. She liked having you close to her, you were her dearest companion. Helaena wanted to scream ‘thank you’ at the top of her lungs to her mother for choosing you to be her handmaiden.

For some reason when you touched her she always felt something warm in her lower stomach. She didn’t know what it was called, but she liked it.

Maybe you would bathe her this time. Strangely enough, Helaena prayed for you too. Your touch always soothed and ignited something she also didn’t know the name of.

When Helaena came to her room, after going to see her children, she found a different handmaiden waiting for her, not you.

She let out a small huff of disappointment. Almost a whine.

When the other handmaiden was touching her she imagined it was you gliding all over her body. A sudden arousal creeped in on her as the handmaiden accidentally pulled her hair. She had to bite her lip to keep a sinful noise in.

When the handmaiden was done with drying the princess she moved to put on her night shift. The Princess stopped her.

“I would like [Name] to help me with that.” She told the girl. The girl curtsied and hurriedly went to get you without a word.

You slowly walked into the room with slight confusion written on your face.

“My princess, you asked for me?” You bowed.

“I did. Help me put on my night garments.. please?” She beamed at you.

You took a deep breath. She was in only her towel. Her hair was wet and reaching past her mid back. Her pale skin was slightly red from the warm bath water. You could see her bare thighs littered with water droplets.

“Will you? Please?” She asked again.

‘So fucking polite.’ You thought again. Your eyes were dilated, nearly black, as you made your way to her. “It would be my pleasure.”

Helaena felt it again, that weird warmth in her stomach, when your eyes traveled over her body. She squeezed them together when you spoke.

You slowly removed the towel from Helaena. She stared you directly in the eyes when you did so. You turned quickly, breaking the unknown staring contest, and grabbed her night shift.

You would not stare at her naked body, it would ruin all restraint you have.

Helaena wanted you to look. She wanted you to see her breast and thighs without shame. She wanted you to want her.

“Why do you shy away from me? We have the same.. parts.” She said with hesitation.

“I do not wish to dishonor you.” You answered rather fast.

‘Please dishonor me.’ She thought.

“I wouldn’t mind.” Helaena spoke below a whisper.

You heard. No. You must’ve heard wrong, so you continued to put her shift over her head as she frowned.

“Does my Princess wish for me to brush her hair?”

“Please.” Helaena sat in her vanity’s chair. She was slightly disappointed, but she would still feel your hands on her this way.

You brushed through her hair with ease for the most part. Until you reached a small knot. You accidentally pulled at it as the lovely Princess let out a whine as her eyebrows furrowed.

The arousing warmth in her stomach was back tenfold now that it was actually you doing the pulling.

Did you hear that right? You did it again, on purpose. She let out a whimper this time and her legs, noticeably, squeezed together.

You had to put down the brush and close your eyes for a moment to just breath and calm yourself down. When you reopened them you saw Helaena staring at you with watery and pleading eyes.

“Please.” She said.

“Yes, Princess? What is it you need?”

“I’m.. aching. It hurts.” She said as her voice got higher in pitch.

“Where my Princess? Do you need a Maester? Perhaps a Massage?” You actually sounded worried at this.

She grabbed your hand and slowly, after having you graze over her lower stomach, put it on her cunt. Her night shift was a thin silk, so you could feel the wetness from her folds. She let out a small moan when your hand twitched nudging her clit.

“It hurts.” She repeated.

You know she wasn’t lying, you could literally feel her pulse in her loins.

“Please, make it stop.” Helaena whined and squeezed your hand.

“Princess.” You whispered with every syllable dripping in lust. You moved the chair over to have better accessibility to her. You kneeled in front of her and kissed her knees as you spread them.

“Fuck.” You saw her dripping down her legs nearly. You then pulled the night gown up to her waist.

Her soft hands grabbed your face. “Touch me, please.” Her beautiful eyes were nearly in tears.

You kissed her wrist and nodded. You then placed both of her legs over your shoulder and scooted her up to your mouth.

You teasing blew on her clit as she squirmed. “Please.” She begged again. It almost sounded like a sob.

You experimentally laid your tongue flat and licked a strip up her cunt.

She moaned your name and another plea. You were just as impatient as she was, so you dove right in. She squirmed as you sucked her clit. She nearly screamed as you licked inside her.

It was such a foreign sensation it made her want to feel it again and again. She wished you had a cock to fill her with your children. She wanted so badly to only be used by you for the rest of her days. She couldn’t help to think the most vile things to do with you.

“Please, please!” She said again as she rocked her hips into your face when you nibbled her clit. Her thighs clenched around your head in need.

You looked up at her. Gods she was a sight to behold. Her mouth was in an ‘O’ shape as her eyebrows knitted together. Her sounds, for fucks sake, her sounds. They sounded so cute. Her whines and the way she would grind on your face made you nearly loose it.

You then decided to use your fingers to pump in and out of her as you pulled her clit between your teeth.

“Mm, please, my love, please!” She didn’t know what she was begging for. She wanted you to squeeze her plush thighs harder to make a mark so she would always remember this moment. The day you ate her pussy like a woman starved.

You thought in your mind how there was no way she was supposed to taste like ambrosia from the Gods, but you did not dare question it. You loved how messy she was as her sweetness dropped down your chin. It made your own core clench around nothing.

Your fingers felt almost as good as your mouth. Helaena noticed how you kept searching for something inside her.

“My love!” She cried out as you found it. Her hands plunged into your hair which caused you to moan directly onto her clit. She was so needy for you.

She felt as though she would burst at any moment. You had added a third finger into her and you always rubbed against the spot that made her moan oh so loud.

You would’ve worried about her noise if you weren’t in heaven at the moment.

“So, so pretty.” You mumbled.

“Feels weird.” She said in between moans. Some coil in her was about to snap. It almost felt like her bladder but not quite.

And then all at once Helaena’s back arched as she let out a silent scream. Her walls clenched around your fingers tightly, but your movements never ceased. She squirted on your chin, but you still continued.

Once she finally started feeling overstimulated she pulled your head back. Her legs were still shaking.

You kissed the inside of her thighs with feather light touches. “Princess? Are you alright?”

“What..” she had to catch her breath for a moment. “What just happened?”

“You came.”

“I came? I’ve never done that before.” Your Helaena was in a dazed state with labored breathing.

Your blood started to boil at this. Aegon had never given your Princess an orgasm? What a dumb fuck. That was the closest thing to divinity that you’ll witness while you’re alive.

“Did you like it, Princess?” You kissed her knees again.

“Yes.. how do I.. how do I make you feel that way?” She asked. She wanted to see you as you came and she wanted to know if you’d make sounds too.

“You don’t need to, my Princess-“

“I want to.” She cut you off. “Please.”

You slowly stood up and took off your dress. Now you were only in your small clothes which was just a thin underdress with no panties.

Helaena watched with bated breath as you made your way over to her. You sat down on her thigh. You took a sharp breath. You then thanked the Gods the vanity’s chair was large, so you had a lot of room to bounce on her leg when needed.

“You’re warm.” The Targaryen Princess whispered. “I like it.” She giggled.

“As are you, my Princess.” You said with a grin. Her muscles in her thigh twitched as she moved it ever so slightly. You bit your lip and moaned.

“Helaena. You can call me Helaena.” She said as one of her hands landed on your waist.

You realized you had not exactly kissed her yet, true you had kissed a pair of lips but not the ones you innocently dreamed of. You stared at her lips as she stared at yours. She licked on your top lip lightly.

You placed a soft kiss on her lips, it didn’t have passion but it had a caring nature. Your Helaena was not used to such sweetness. She pulled you closer to kiss you harder. Her movements made you let out a small moan as your clit grazed over her thigh ever so slightly.

Helaena paused into the kiss. She had taken note of your sound. She wanted to hear it again. So she bounced her thigh muscles making you twitch slightly.

“Helaena.” You whispered with urgency. She continued slowly as if to antagonize you. Her hands were on each side of your waist, but one of them went exploring to your breast. She pressed her lips to yours to silence you when she squeezed your nipple.

“I want to try something.” She said as she separated from your lips.

“What is it, my pri- Helaena?”

“Your Helaena..” she repeated. The thought made her smile sweetly as if she didn’t have your nipple between her fingers five seconds ago.. “I wish to kiss you here.” She point to your breasts. “Take your small clothes off. Please.”

You did so wordlessly. “May I kiss you in the same place Helaena?”

“You may, [Name].” She sounded giddy. She then removed her night shift so the two of you were completely bare.

Helaena had actually had a wet dream of you taking her breast into your mouth. Now that it was actually happening she couldn’t help but accidentally move her legs a little.

It made you buck your hips on her thigh. She loved your little whines. She prayed she sounded as cute as you did. Helaena kissed your lips and slowly moved your hips over her thigh. You let a small moan into her mouth.

She wished to praise you for being so wet, it made it easier for her to move you back and forth. She started to slowly bounce her leg.

You kissed her neck and made a trail of wet kisses to her collar bone. You licked her pebbled nipple and pushed your head to it. You chuckled but it turned into a breathy moan as she shook her leg harder.

You took her nipple into your mouth and massaged the other one. She started to jerk hips as well. When you switched to her left nipple you reached your hand down to her heat and rubbed her clit.

Helaena began to ride your hand. Her leg became tire of bouncing so she ended up searching for your clit as well. She found it very easily. The woman used your wetness as a lubricant to sloppily circle your clit.

She didn’t quite know what she was doing, but she learned fast from your reactions. Helaena want you to cum on her fingers first, but she wasn’t sure if she could last. You were like some sort of expert when it came to her cunt.

You realized she was probably lost so began to ride her thigh. Her hands squeezed your hips with a desperate need. She wanted to taste your breast too.

You noted how she would probably have to take a bath after just taking one. Your slick was all over her thigh and leaking down onto her chair. You couldn’t care less, after all you’ll be the one cleaning it.

Her beautiful noises were back. It only seemed to turn you on more. Soon her noises were muffled by one of your breasts as she had started to nibble one.

This made you cry out as she bit down a little harder than needed. You pinched her clit in return making her gasp. Your fingers were rubbing inside her as you began to palm her clit. Your darling wouldn’t last long that was for sure.

You had finally felt that familiar tug in your stomach. It was close to bursting and your thighs began to shake.

“Gon- gonna cum!” You called out as your eyes slammed shut.

“Cum on me my dragon fly. I wanna watch your face please, please. My pretty baby.” The Princess wanted to see you fall apart on her thigh. She wanted to hear you.

Your eyes watered as your back arched, your motions stopped but your Helaena rubbed her hand on your clit to help you cum harder. You nearly screamed as you came undone. It felt like such bliss even though you squeezed around nothing it still felt so good.

Your body felt exhausted as you came down from your high, but there was one thing you wanted to do before you went to bed. You continued your palming that you had stopped when you were coming.

Helaena had just watched one of the most erotic thing she could think of. The way your mouth hung open to let out the most wanton moans she’d ever heard. It was the way your legs shook when you’d calmed down. She wished she could see that at least once a day for the rest of her life.

Once she noticed your movements she wanted to pull away, but you were literally magic the way you played with her to perfection. The sweet girl gave in to your touches as you kissed her neck and nibbled her ear.

“Look at my pretty girl, is she going to cum on my fingers again? Hm? Does she want to cum again? Can she be good for me?” You asked with fake sympathy.

“Yes, please! Please I’ll be good, I’ll be good!” She whined over and over again. “Wanna cum, please, please let me cum. I’ll be your good girl!”

“So needy.” You kissed and sucked on her skin as you found her special spot inside her. You eventually started using two hands. One to put pressure on her clit and the other to massage her insides.

“Please, ‘m so close.” She whimpered almost like she was crying.

“Cum for me sweet girl. You’re my good girl, you can cum.” You encouraged her as she started to squeeze your fingers so tightly.

Her back lifted from the chair once more as she came all over your fingers. She couldn’t help the jerking of her hips and the moaning from her lips.

Her hips slowed as her moans became quieter until they were just heavy breaths. You slowly got off from her thigh to get a rag to clean yourself off her.

“Where are you going?” She sleepily looked over to you with sad eyes.

“I need to clean you, Princess.” You said as you grabbed a bowel of water and a rag from her table that the other maid must’ve used earlier.

She smiled down at your when you squatted to clean her thighs. She bit her bottom lip thinking about something. You loved to get her dressed, but she stopped you.

“No, let’s sleep without them.” She was referring to your dress as well. Helaena began to stand and lead you to her bed. “Come, let us sleep.”

“My Princess, your maid-“

“You’re my handmaiden.” She corrected. “Helaena is my name. Remember?”

“Yes, Helaena.” You smiled as she pulled you down into her bed.

Helaena clung to you tightly like you were her only lifeline in this dark world. You didn’t mind, you liked know she felt for you too. She was the only good thing in this world so you would do your best to protect her.

“Goodnight my dragonfly.” Helaena whispered with a cute grin on her face as she drifted into sleep.

You guessed she didn’t know how to say ‘I love you’, so ‘dragonfly’ would be the closest thing you got to it.

“Goodnight, Helaena darling.” You kissed her damp hair as you too drifted into sleep.

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