#maegor targaryen x oc

[sunnyhvnny]

Daemon / Maegor / Aemond

The wife start to love them after the birth of their first child. She stop to try run away and actually start to look at them with warm

Enjoy! ❤️

Tw: none!

Maegor Targaryen

Like most of Maegor’s wives, she was no different in the fact that she had no choice in marrying him. She remembers vividly, as does everyone else in the Keep probably, the night before she was to wed the King. When she climbed out of her window and made it halfway down the stone wall before she was caught.

Everyone knew of Maegor’s cruel and fearsome reputation. She hadn’t known what to expect but it wasn’t anything good. He ignored her most of the time until she began to swell with his child. After that, she couldn’t get rid of him.

The time he spent with her wasn’t just about the babe growing inside of her but about them. He’d take her on strolls throughout the gardens and show her what he did as the King when he wasn’t on his dragon. She, heavy with child, had even sat in on a few small council meetings.

At some point, sharing their time turned into sharing their fears and past and that was when she learned about his fear that this child that she held within her might come out monstrous and she wouldn’t survive the birth. She, in turn, told him that she feared the same. She had heard through the grapevine of what had happened to his previous wives and feared that she would meet her end in the same way. Whether in the birthing bed or by his sword if she birthed a babe that was something of nightmares.

He had stopped then and told her he wouldn’t be the reason for her demise. He would have everyone who knew anything about babes and childbirth be there when it was her time. He held true to his word, as her labors started later that night and she was quickly surrounded by experts or women who held her as she screamed. The one thing she didn’t expect, was her husband insisting on being there.

At first, she thought it was to make sure the babe wasn’t swapped but he held her hand the entire time and whispered encouraging words to her. As the time went by and the babe came closer and closer to arriving, she started to wonder if she felt genuine affection towards him. Her mother had always told her that a woman couldn’t trust their emotions while with child so she pushed those thoughts away and only thought about bringing her child into the world.

It was the hour of the owl when things had finally calmed. The babe had come and was pink, covered in blood, and healthy. It took some time for everyone to usher themselves out and for her to be cleaned up but finally, she and her husband had their child. A little girl that Maegor insisted on calling through Daenys. He showed no signs of disappointment at the child being a girl and only held the small bundle in his arms as he gently swayed her. Occasionally, he brushed a thumb through the tufts of white hair on her head but for the most part, he watched her in wonder.

She wasn’t surprised when she felt affection while looking at her husband and newborn. She was surprised when her husband smiled at her and she felt love.

Daemon Targaryen

She hated King’s Landing and she hated her husband. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She didn’t hate her husband but she hated the fact that she had no say in marrying him. That her father told her one day that she was to marry the prince. Her husband isn’t a hard man to read. She knows he wants no part in this marriage as well. She doesn’t know if there is someone else or if he also resents the fact that he had no choice but it doesn’t stop him from doing his duties as a husband.

Since they were wed, it was clear that Daemon found her attractive despite not wanting to be her husband. Perhaps, if she were a whore he’d buy a night with her, or if he found her on her own he would have talked her into sharing a night with him but instead, they were joined together by the seven and he didn’t have to have only one night with her.

Night were all it was in the beginning. He’d come in and fill himself with the pleasures she could offer and leave after he was done. It was a tiring and boring marriage and so she decided that she would leave. She paid a servant for their clothes and made her way out of the Keep, which was easier than she expected, and proceeded to run. She had no plan on where she was running to but soon she was out of the city and on one of the hills. She had forgotten which one, perhaps Visenya’s hill?

She hadn’t slowed down in time, though, and instead of skidding to a halt she tripped over her own feet and went hurtling over the cliff. The hill was high up and she had no idea if she would survive the fall but she was saved from the thought of death when she was grabbed midair and moved into a saddle. When she opened her eyes she saw Daemon and his dragon, the blood wyrm. She couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up and out of her. Perhaps it was almost dying or the fact that her husband, who always seemed indifferent to her, was her savior.

Since she was small, she knew that the fates liked playing games and so she wasn’t surprised when only two weeks after her escape and rescue, she found out she was with child. It did surprise her when Daemon started to pay more attention to her. He didn’t seem like a man who was insistent on an heir but perhaps he thought she would take off again, this time with her child.

He had all of her things moved to his chambers and every second he could he spent time with her. It probably would have made her go insane had she made any friends in King’s Landing but she hadn’t so she chose to relish in his company. He was soft with her as her belly grew and she learned that not only was he deadly but he was caring and funny, too, in a dry sort of way.

What really surprised her was that when he was gone she found that she missed him and waited for him to return to her. She realized a while ago that the feelings she held for him were more than that of companionship but she would not dare to think or voice her actual feelings.

That was until she had given birth. It was painful and her screams, she was certain, could be heard in the city below, but it was quick and both she and the babe were healthy. When Daemon finally strode in, she smiled at him and then down at their son. She had gone through several different books of Valyrian and Targaryen history to find just to right name but looking down at her little boy who looked so much like his father, she felt her heart swell. She loved her boys and wanted to give Daemon something more than a babe.

“I believe we should name him Daemion.”

Aemond Targaryen

As far as she was concerned, she believed this marriage to be a farce. Before they wed, she had nothing against her new husband and perhaps if he had simply asked for her hand she would feel less animosity towards him every time she saw him.

Aemond had tricked everyone, though, which was the only reason she was now married to the prince. Everything had happened so fast. She remembered talking with princess Helaena about the upcoming tourney, how she favored a specific knight from the Vale, and that night she had been cornered by Aemond. She remembered her heart beating so hard that she thought it would fly out of her chest but he had simply covered her mouth with his hand and placed himself between her legs.

“Will you please stop squirming? I do not plan on doing anything to you.”

His words had confused her but nearly seconds after he had situated them in a compromising position, her father had stumbled upon them. Aemond had stumbled away from her like he had been in the middle of something and she could only look at him in surprise as her father dragged her to her chambers. It was only the next day that she realized the full scope of what had happened.

Aemond had not taken her virtue but he had made it look like he had and now her father was demanding the two be married. Within a week they were wed, “just in the chance that something comes out of your youthful dalliance,” the hand had said and she could only grit her teeth. Nothing would come of it but no one would believe her.

After they were wed, Aemond acted like the husband of stories and songs. He was affectionate, kind, and someone everyone would kill to be married to. Except, whenever he asked her about her day or walked with her through the gardens she felt like hitting him.

She had started to feel trapped. He had moved his things into her chambers and he ate his meals with her, every time he wasn’t training he was by her side. Sometimes she wondered if he acted this way because he wanted all of her time to himself or if it was because he didn’t want anyone else to have any part of her.

She had tried to escape from the Red Keep, her gullible parents, and her husband. She had thought it smart to take servant's clothes and sneak through the corridors only they used. She had made it all the way out to the yard, not yet to the gates, when her husband had found her. He looked cold and upset at the same time as he escorted her back to their shared chambers. No words were spoken and she couldn’t help but think the worst.

After her husband had a servant draw her a warm bath and let her soak in it for a while, he finally spoke. “I was with the maesters when you were making your getaway attempt. They have informed me that you have not bled in more than a moons turn.”

He didn’t need to say the words. She knew what he meant. She had been so diligent about drinking moon tea every morning, as her husband had a rather large appetite when it came to her. She sighed and closed her eyes when she remembered the day of the tourney. She and Aemond had been in bed all day and had missed the tourney completely. For the short few moments that he left and ordered the servants to bring food or drinks, she had been too tired to ask for the moon tea and the next day it had completely slipped her mind.

Her husband’s hand slid below the water and caressed her still flat abdomen. “I will have guards posted at the doors and only the servants that I approve of will be coming in here from now on. If you want to leave our chambers just ask me and I will accompany you. I don’t want anything to happen to you or the babe.”

He sounded so sincere when he said it that she wondered if he knew that he was taking away her freedoms. He stuck true to his words, though. The next morning she was awoken by a servant she had never seen before bringing her and her husband’s morning meal. When she tried to leave the rooms to go to the library, the guards outside stopped her. It was only hours later when her husband returned that he accompanied her to the library.

This routine had kept up longer than she thought it would. Her husband had stuck true to his words. She thought she would grow to resent him as time passed but with him being her only form of company she began to rely heavily on him. As her belly swelled, they talked and laughed and when the life inside her caused her to have mood swings, Aemond only held her until she calmed.

It was as they were waiting for her labors to begin that she realized that she had to put away the rocky start to their marriage. He had made it look like her virtue was compromised and that she would let a prince have his way with her in any corridor but when she thought back to it, she no longer felt angry. She felt nothing towards it truly. She only thought about the loving moments they shared together in this room after they had learned about the babe quickening inside of her.

The labors and the birth were quicker than anyone had expected or planned for. The baby was in the arms of the midwife just after one of the servants ran to tell Aemond.

By the time he walked into their chambers, still sticky with sweat but not a hair out of place, from training, she was laying on their bed with a fussing bundle in her arms. The joy that she felt when her husband walked in probably would have surprised her many moons ago but now she only smiled at him and waved him over to look at their child.

It was a little girl with tufts of silver hair and mismatched eyes. One violet and one a deep blue, both of which were staring up at Aemond curiously as he gently grabbed her and held her in his arms. As she looked on at her husband and daughter she felt love spread throughout her. Love for her baby and love for her husband.

#house of the dragon #hotd #aemond targaryen #daemon targeryan #Maegor Targaryen #maegor targaryen x reader #maegor targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond targayen x reader

[sunnytarg]

How would Yandere!Aegon I, Aemond, Daemon and Margor react to a Stark!Reader who refused to marry them on religious grounds? (As in she doesn’t want to marry and have children with someone that doesn’t worship the Old Gods)

I’m still having a hard time writing Daemon and I have no idea if anyone can tell through my writing. Anyways, enjoy!

TW: Somnophilia, dubcon, kidnapping(?), and stalking.

Aegon I (The Conqueror)

Aegon was a persistent man. When he wanted something he would eventually get it even if it took him a while.

None were surprised when after the Lord of Winterfell finally bent the knee to him, Aegon soon set his eyes on conquering another part of the North. The Lord of Winterfell’s sister. Unlike most that had come before her, she was not bending over backward to fulfill his every want nor was she cold and distant. She was dismissive, as though he didn’t have a dragon perched outside the walls of the cold castle. The more she acted as if he was not there, the more attention he paid to her.

He soon learned she was unwed and that every day she would take a stroll out to a tree that he had been told was where they worshipped the Old Gods. While his sister-wives were entertained by the feasts the northerners put together in their honor, Aegon found himself following Lady Stark out into the forest. He tried his best not to be seen. He watched as she knelt in front of the tree’s face for several minutes before getting up to leave. He didn’t follow her back that night. He only stayed for a few moments longer and watched the tree. He knew nothing about the Old Gods and why the northerners worshipped them. Truthfully, he didn’t care enough to know. He couldn’t see why it would be so important to him.

The next morning as Visenya and Rhaenys still slumbered, as well as most of the castle, Aegon went to the Lord of Winterfell. With the Lady barely giving him the time of day, he knew he wouldn’t get the answer he wanted so he decided to ask her brother for her hand in marriage. The man agreed quickly, stating that his sister only needed to agree, and once she did they would be wed.

Aegon had not expected an immediate yes but he hadn’t expected the Lady to say no so quickly and with so little thought. She refused to marry him due to her Gods. The Gods he did not worship. She stated that she could not marry nor bare children for a man who did not understand her Gods or the way of her people. Aegon had suggested that a Weirwood tree be brought to King’s Landing for her to which she only laughed, claiming he clearly understood nothing of what it represented. With a forced smile, he nodded and left the Lady to herself.

That night he had asked his dear sister-wife Rhaenys to find a Weirwood tree and place it in King’s Landing. She left without question and when Visenya raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting for an answer he gave none.

He went to the Lord of Winterfell again who patted Aegon on the shoulder and pitied him for the rejection. Aegon had only to remind the Lord of the two dragons that stood outside his gates and what had happened to his previous enemies when they went against him. It was a threat and the Lord could see that. It was something Aegon appreciated because he didn’t care to dance around this for much longer.

The next morning, Visenya made sure that their things were packed and atop their dragons. Along with Lady Stark’s belongings. When the Lady herself was brought into the room in which Aegon stood with her brother, the look of boredom that was present on her face every time she saw Aegon was wiped away with a look of worry. Aegon stood back as her brother explained to her that she would not be wed to Aegon, as she wished, but she would be going to King’s Landing with him. When a look of confusion appeared on her beautiful face Aegon smiled and took her hands and told her that she would live with him as his mistress. She would not need to bare him any children and a Weirwood tree had been brought to her new home for her.

It may not have been what he wanted initially but perhaps after years as his mistress and years without a child of her own, Aegon could only hope that the love he showed her would be enough for her to finally agree to wed him but for now, he could settle for this.

Maegor

When it is whispered that the Stark family might join his nephew in rebelling against his claim to the throne, Maegor himself goes to Winterfell to sort things out with the Lord of Winterfell. When he first arrived, though, it was not the Lord that caught his eye but one of his daughters. She was beautiful, Maegor noted, but that was not what drew him to her. There was a fire in her eyes that he had truly ever seen in dragons when she looked at him.

That night, as he was talking to the Lord of Winterfell, he brought up his daughter. He claimed she was a Snow, a bastard, but he had loved her mother very much and had agreed to raise her alongside his sons. Maegor seeing the opportunity had suggested that if the Lord held no objections to Maegor marrying her, he would simply forget about the talks of the Starks rebelling. The Lord quickly agreed, knowing how Maegor handled his enemies and he wasn’t going to disagree with the man whilst his dragon, the same dragon that frightened his father enough to bend the knee, was outside the castle walls. Despite his agreeing to give his daughter's hand to Maegor, he warned the king of how devoted his daughter was to the Old Gods. Maegor simply laughed and said that it could be dealt with.

The next morning, as they were breaking their fast, Lord Stark announced the union that would be had between their House and House Targaryen. When his daughter heard this news she immediately protested but it didn’t matter. Maegor had already decided she was to be his wife so under his command he had his men take her to her rooms and have her locked in there. She was only to be let out that night when they were to be married. Lord Stark said nothing as the guards took away his daughter, who only spat in Maegor’s direction before she was out of view. When everyone at the table was settled again, Maegor smirked and said to no one in particular, “I think I will enjoy this marriage.”

When night fell he stood before the Weirwood tree and awaits his bride. When she was walked down to Maegor by her father, her beautiful dress could not hide the chains Maegor had requested be placed on her. She glared at him the entire ceremony and after she said her vows, she declared that this was a mockery of The Old Gods. Maegor refused to acknowledge her as the ceremony continued and when it ended he brought her to the chambers he was staying in by himself, although, he refused to remove the chains. She would learn that despite his name, he could treat the things he wanted well as he believed he did when he had their wedding ceremony before her precious Weirwood tree.

Daemon

Daemon had asked the sister of Lord Stark to marry him on several occasions. The first time in his youth and the most recently after his first wife had died. He made no secret his love for the Stark woman. Proclaiming she was his to anyone that had ears. She was not his, of course, as she would remind people. She never would be. She could never marry anyone who did not understand and worship the Old Gods. She would not compromise on this it infuriated Daemon because he was no king and his brother had refused to make the match on the grounds that the Lady, herself refused.

So, Daemon watched her. He was lucky enough that she lived in King’s Landing as one of the queen’s lady-in-waiting. When many thought he snuck down to the city and the depravity below them, he only snuck through the hidden passageways in the castle to find Lady Stark in her chambers. She mostly read or slept and when he saw her leave her room he would enter it. Searching for things that smelt like her. Once, he found her nightgowns and decided to take them all. Knowing that until she could have more purchased for herself she would have to sleep naked. It was something he enjoyed watching immensely. He didn’t know if she knew that he was behind the stolen clothes or if he watched her every step but even if she did, he would not stop.

Eventually, though, as most Ladies-in-waiting do, she got married. It was to a man who belonged to a Northern House a house no one could really remember. He did pray to The Old Gods, though, and apparently, that was enough for the woman he had so longed to marry to agree to be another man’s wife. Luckily, because he was not the Lord of his House the Queen could request that they stay in King’s Landing.

Daemon was glad that his love wasn’t going to be taken away from him but he couldn’t help but roll his eyes and glare daggers into the ungrateful man that his Lady now called her husband. At the feast to celebrate such a joyous event, Daemon made sure to sneak out when the newly married couple decided to take their leave for the night. He hide in his usual spot and watched as his Lady undressed for her new husband and laid down on the bed with her legs open for him. Daemon pulled out his own hard cock at the sight of her naked form. Her breasts her soft and he would give anything to taste her cunt. Her new husband didn’t even think to have her on his tongue, he only climbed on the bed and thrust his cock into her.

Daemon watched as her tits bounced with every thrust and pumped his own cock harder when she moaned. Her own husband had finished before she had and rolled off of her and promptly fell asleep. Daemon bit the inside of his cheek to not growl at the thought. How could a man have this beautiful northern lady underneath him and not have her cum with pleasure? He stayed long enough for her to fall asleep and he debated with himself for a few seconds on if he should enter the room.

Her husband had drunk so much wine, Daemon doubted that a wild horse running about their chambers would wake him. His lady had also had a fair amount to drink, especially after her husband had fallen asleep. So after a moment of rationalizing to himself, Daemon snuck into the chambers for the first time that she was also in there as well. He walked over to her side of the bed with his cock still out. He knew simply jerking off to her would no longer simply suffice. So he positioned himself on the bed carefully, so as not to jostle her husband or wake her, and slipped his hard cock into her. Her poor cunt was still wet and after a few slow and deep thrusts, he could tell it was just begging to be pleased.

He leaned down and latched his mouth onto one of her soft tits to muffle his moans as he continued to thrust into her. He brought one hand to her weeping cunt and rubbed at her clit. She clenched around his cock which made him buck harder into her. She moaned in her sleep but did not wake and when Daemon was sure she wouldn’t wake he continued until he felt her clenching again and soaking his cock with her creamy cum. When he felt her release he quickened his own thrusts and finally spilled his seed in her. When he pulled away he stood and looked down at his Lady. Her cunt was a mess of her own cream as well as her husband’s and Daemon’s seed. He snuck out of the chambers the same way he came in and told himself he would find another opportunity to taste her on his tongue.

Nearly nine moons after her wedding she gave birth to a son and when Daemon finally saw him he smiled in triumph. The babe had patchy white hair on the top of his head and large lilac eyes. Despite her marrying another man, Daemon had still managed to make it so they were bonded through blood.

Aemond

When Aemond is sent out to all of the great Houses of Westeros to gain the support of his brother he wasn’t expecting his attention to be grabbed by a widowed Stark. While the Lord would deliberate and talk to his counselors, Aemond would find himself sitting with the Lady and talking. He learned of how her husband was a Stark and how he died of a fever a little less than a year ago. When Aemond offered her his sympathies she only smiled sadly and shook her head saying, “I prayed to The Old Gods, and they saw it right to take him. Who am I to argue with that?”

After their talks, Aemond would find the library in Winterfell and read about The Old Gods. They clearly meant quite a bit to this widow. When he searched out a maester who resided in Winterfell and believed in The Old Gods, he told Aemond that the widow he had his eye on would never marry him nor bare his children because he did not worship The Old Gods. Aemond refused to believe the old man and on his second week in Winterfell, he went to his dear widow and asked for her hand. She smiled sadly at him and declined. Claiming that she had grown to care for Aemond and that despite her love for The Old Gods she would never want him to pretend to believe in something he truly didn’t. She kissed him on the cheek in parting and left.

Aemond didn’t know what to do with himself. He was certain he loved the sad woman despite barely knowing her. He wouldn’t force her to marry him and she was right, as fascinating as The Old Gods seemed, he didn’t believe in them. When he realized that his affection for her couldn’t go on any longer he drowned himself in ale with a rather burly northerner.

The northern man took pity on Aemond and brought him to the only brothel in Winterfell, there Aemond found a woman who looked like his widow from behind. He spent the entire night with her and when he married her the next day he was still slightly drunk because that was the only way he could look at her face and see the woman he truly wanted. By the time he left Winterfell, he did not have the North’s allegiance to the new king nor the widow he had coveted but a new wife who when he bedded her he would moan the name of another.

#house of the dragon #hotd #hotd smut #house of the dragon smut #aemond targaryen #maegor targaryen #aegon i targaryen #aegon the conqueror #Aegon the conqueror x reader #Aegon the conqueror x oc #maegor targaryen x reader #maegor the cruel #Maegor Targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen #daemon Targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond targaryen x reader #yandere!hotd

[fairysluna]

SINNERS — Masterlist.

GENERAL MASTERLIST > Here.

STATUS: Hiatus.ㅤLAST UPDATE: October 8th.

PAIRING: Maegor I Targaryen x Fem!OC

SUMMARY: After Maegor finds out his beloved niece is to be wed with her own brother, he absolutely loses his mind. He can't just let her go.

TAGS: incest (niece/uncle), age gap, grooming, emotional dependency, toxic relationships, obssesive behavior, corruption, manipulation, smut, angst, murder & blood, maegor being his own warning, war themes, violence, profanity. (+18/MDNI)

(*) means smut.

Prologue.

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 3.

Chapter 4. (*)

Chapter 5. (*)

#sinners #maegor targaryen x reader #maegor the cruel #maegor x reader #maegor targaryen #maegor x oc #maegor targaryen smut #maegor targaryen x niece #maegor targaryen x original character #maegor Targaryen x oc #hotd smut #hotd x oc #hotd #house of the dragon #asoiaf #fire and blood

[dragons-and-handcuffs]

Jocelyn being married to Aenys but fucking Maegor behind his back and passing off her bastards with as his trueborn sons

Aenys talks about how proud he is of his kids meanwhile Jocelyn is milking Margor's cock in the next room

Imagine Jocelyn drugging Aenys and the Maegor comes and fuck her right next to her husband. They are completely naked, moaning and saying dirty things but Aenys is passed out.

Aenys is proud of his children, especially since the Targaryen traits are strong. He has no idea those are Maegor's kids. Meanwhile Jocelyn is pregnant again and riding Maegor.

Imagine dinner is going on. Aenys is giving a speech while holding Jocelyn's hand, but Jocelyn her focus is completely on Maegor's hand slowly moving up her thigh. She would need to drug her husband again

#maegor targaryen x oc #maegor targaryen x reader #maegor #maegor x reader #maegor targaryen #Jocelyn Lannister #Maegor x Jocelyn #aenys targaryen #hotd #game of thrones #house of the dragon #game of thrones imagines #hotd headcanon #hotd fanfic #hotd imagine #hotd imagines #hotd one shot #house of the dragon imagine #game of thrones fanfic #game of thrones fanfiction #got #game of thrones imagine #got imagine #got one shot #got oc #got fanfiction #hotd oc #game of thrones headcanons

[librosamarillos]

I love your fic so much! Do you have any favorites about Maegor?

Thank you so much ahh!! Yes, I have quite a few favourites actually!! and also I'm always stalking maegor's tag

Sinners by @fairysluna is one that I really enjoyed reading! Her drabbles and one-shots are also amazing and you should go read all of them asap!! (i see a fellow swiftie and i simply bow down, it's simple as that)

Heir of the cruel by Loke_Lyon is one that I've been reading for a while now and I was so happy to see it update again after so long! It follows Viserys, the son of Aenys, and has such an amazing portrayal of Maegor. It has me so anxious to see just what he does next and where the story will go cause I swear I cannot guess and I love it!

My sister's keeper by @ktwrites has a super cool concept that has me on the edge of my seat and another one I'm anxious to see how it ends!

A season left of summer by @viscardiac is another super cool one that I loved reading so far and I'm so curious to see where the story goes and just what this man is gonna do.

These are just off the top of my head, I'm sure if I sat down and thought some more, I'd make a huge list. There's a lot of amazing drabbles and one-shots here on tumblr, you can just search through the tag for them. Now go send your favourite authors some love !!<3

#maegor targaryen #maegor the cruel #maegor targaryen x oc #maegor targaryen x reader #fic reccomendations #fic recs #im glad im not alone in my maegor brainrot insanity <3

[gulnarsultan]

Some funny about Yandere husband Maegor Targaryen and his wife Lady Targaryen.

Such is the case with Maegor each year when Lady Targaryen gives birth to a new baby.

This is how Lady Targaryen is most of the time every year.

Yandere husband Maegor and his children with Lady Targaryen.

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Made me laugh a lot while preparing this. Good thing Maegor doesn't see it.

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[sugarbarbie-ocs]

𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐈𝐀𝐅 𝐎𝐂 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ˚˖𓍢ִ໋ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ༘⋆

✧ Love interest(s): Aegon I Targaryen + Rhaenys Targaryen + Visenya Targaryen + in some aus Orys Baratheon

✧ Love interest(s): Maegor Targaryen + Rhaena Targaryen

✧ Love interest(s): Daemon Targaryen + Rhaenyra Targaryen

✧ Love interest(s): Aegon II Targaryen + Aemond Targaryen + Cregan Stark

✧ Love interest(s): Aemon "The Dragonknight" Targaryen + in some aus Naerys Targaryen

✧ Love interest(s): Daemon Blackfyre + Aegor Rivers

✧ Love interest(s): Valarr Targaryen + Aerion Targaryen

✧ Love interest(s): Duncan the Tall

with the new season approaching plus the duncan and egg franchise I've finally decided to make a full asoiaf oc list! let me know if you'd like to be tagged in any future stuff 🥰

do excuse the bad blending I'm still learning <333

taglist: @noeverse

#my asoiaf ocs 🐉 #house of the dragon #game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #fyeahasoiafocs #fyeahhotdocs #ocnetwork #hotd #asoiaf ocs #asoiaf oc #asoiaf #oc appreciation #aegon i targaryen #visenya targaryen x oc #maegor targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen x oc #rhaenyra targaryen x oc #aegon targaryen x oc #aemond targaryen x oc #cregan stark x oc #aemon the dragonknight #aemon the dragonknight x oc #naerys targaryen #daemon blackfyre #aegor rivers #valarr targaryen x oc #aerion targaryen #duncan the tall #hotd oc #oc edit

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Aenora Targaryen aesthetic 2

Aenora Targaryen face claim: Holliday Grainger

#house of the dragon #house targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon imagine #hotd imagine #maegor targaryen #maegor x oc #maegor the cruel #maegor imagine #maegor targaryen x oc #aenora targaryen #oc character #game of thrones

[two-white-butterflies]

the ballad of visenya targaryen 

they say, when a targaryen is born -- the gods flip a coin. madness and greatness; but visenya targaryen was born while her coin was still spinning.

tamsin ergerton as visenya targaryen, rider of sumeria.

visenya was a soft beauty like her grandmother, queen rhaenys, but she was strong and wielded a sword like her namesake. when she was born, aegon the conqueror, proclaimed her as the future queen of the seven kingdoms -- the heir of his son, aerys i.

after her father's death, she is captured as a prisoner of her uncle, maegor, and later on one of his black brides. but she is the blood of the dragon -- now the beginning and end of her lord husband.

fanfic | in the same universe as "from my blood"

#maegor the cruel #maegor the cruel x oc #maegor targaryen x oc

[discowizard88]

Just a bit of dark art between Maegor and Rowan.👻 I have said it and private and will say in public, woman are not my forte. Hope you all enjoy.

From Awesome Fanfic: Passed Down Like Folk Songs

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For lovely author: @librosamarillos

#Maegor Targaryen #Meager The Cruel #Maegor Targaryen x OC #Targaryen

[angrygirlromero]

𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐘✧•. • °

AUTHOR’S NOTE: credits to the amazing artists who made this, I’m not sure who it is I came across this on Pinterest, but I’m not sure who made it to give credits so if you know please do tag them!

WARNINGS! Pure filthy smut honestly, possible grammar mistakes.

Maegor Targaryen loved fucking his little niece, it serving as him throwing the fact back into his brother’s face every time he’d fuck his warm sticky seed into her, he loved her, he adored her, he was obsessed with his queen.

Obsessed with the euphoric feeling of having her tight warm walls wrapped around his thick pulsing length, the painful pleasure of the constant stretch of his thrust leaving his darling niece a dumb drooling mess of pleasure, as she moaned and screamed his name for everyone in the keep to hear just exactly who she belonged to.

He could never get enough of her being infatuated with the feeling, taste and smell of her, she was his everything, she’d wake up with him buried between her thighs him eating her out, basically making out with her pussy, spitting biting and sucking on her sweet spot constantly.

Having his thick and long pretty length abusing her cunt, until she passed out as he watched mesmerized at the sight of the bulge in her tummy at his every thrust, he’d use her as his little cum dump stuffing her with his children every chance he got.

He’d summon her to the throne room just to have her ride him on the iron throne, Maegor ordering the guards to not look if not they would suffer his warmth, “oh, please kepus, please cum in me, p-please want to feel y-you fill me up” she would scream out, and Maegor would groan and moan into her neck leaving an insane amount of bruises, while she rode him, her little figure humping his huge muscular one, as his large hands would guide her hips into his pelvis.

#fan theory #house of the dragon #house targaryen #fyp #got headcanons #hbo max #maegor the cruel #maegor targaryen #maegor x oc #Maegor smut #hotd imagine #hotd x reader #hotd headcanon

[sunnyhvnny]

Can I request Maegor roughly breeding his wife after she asked him if she could stop bearing him children since she already gave him a lot?

This reminded me of Aegon IV response after Naerys asked him if they could stop trying for children.

Tw: dubcon, breeding

She was warm and comfortable under the heavy blankets as the moonlight filtered in through the open window. Ever since her youngest son had been born four moons ago, she rarely got any sleep. Tonight, though, he went down without a fuss as did his older brothers. She wasn’t one to believe in any of the Gods but she couldn’t deny that she believed a miracle had happened when her babe’s lilac eyes finally blinked shut.

She wasn’t sure if Maegor would join her in her chambers tonight. Since she had given birth to their first child, she had found him spending more and more of his time with her. His other wives didn’t seem to mind and even relished in his absence.

Things were different, now, though. She couldn’t quite place what it was but she had noticed a small shift in her husband. Similar to how he acted when he first married her and wanted an heir. Ever since their youngest, Valarr was brought into this world, she saw less and less of her husband. As she talked to his other wives or strolled around the Red Keep at night with her babe and toddler with her, she had noticed and heard Maegor with his other wives.

She wasn’t going to confront him about it. He had taken other wives for a reason and it only made sense for him to visit them and give them his seed. Truthfully, she was thankful for it. It was something she had been wanting to bring up to Maegor ever since Valarr was born. She had carried and brought five of his children into this world. She was exhausted and hoped that if she explained it to him he would agree to her not having any more children.

She admired her husband as he walked into her chambers. Maegor had an easy confidence about him. A confidence that she saw in no one else but him. He didn’t say anything to her until he had stripped himself of his boats and outer clothing. When he was in just his tunic and simple breeches, he finally turned to her and climbed into bed with her.

His smile was hungry as he crawled over her still form and his kiss was hungry when he captured her lips. She returned his kiss but refused to give in to the same hunger and pulled away before he could deepen it.

“Maegor, I need to talk to you,” she spoke quietly. Her face was only a few inches from his and she felt his grin more than she saw it.

“I have something I need to tell you as well, my dearest,” Maegor said with a peck to her jaw. She laughed lightly at his playfulness and motioned for him to talk first. “I talked with the maester today. He told me that you are not only healed enough for me to rejoin you in bed but for us to try for another child.”

She felt her blood run cold at his words. Was that why he was so giddy? Because he planned on putting another babe in her. Maegor must have felt her stiffen because he pulled away slightly and looked down at her with a frown.

“What is it?”

His news had knocked her off her axis and left her spinning. He was likely not to go for her idea now.

Her voice was breathy and nervous as she found the words to speak. “I was thinking of our children recently, my love. I have given you five children. Five heirs and I am tired. Not just from carrying them within me or birthing them, but of everyday things that come with raising so many young children.”

Maegor’s lips thinned and his face become unreadable. “Children can be tiring, my wife. That is in their nature.”

She bit her lip before continuing, “I know, Maegor, but I ask this as your wife and someone who loves you: please, no more. Have children with one of your other wives and let me enjoy time with the children we already have.”

At her plea, Maegor frowned at her and gripped the soft hand that was playing with his tunic in his much larger one. “I have many wives and you are the only one who has given me heirs.”

“I know but-”

Maegor pulled the blanket off of her and looked down and her figure. She was wearing a sheer red nightgown. It was his favorite color and barely concealed anything.

“You are my wife,” he growled and she realized that she could see the moment that he not only rejected her plea but the moment that her kind husband left and was replaced by a man that they called cruel.

With a hard tug that he made look easy, he ripped her nightgown from her body, leaving her bare beneath him. “You will perform your wifely duties and that includes taking my cock when I want and giving me as many children as I see fit.”

She knew it wasn’t possible but for a brief moment, as he threw off his tunic and began undoing the strings of his breeches, she could have sworn she saw fire in his lilac eyes. Her heart was hammering hard against her chest and the moment finally caught up with her. Not only was Maegor saying no to her request, but he planned on proving a point. He was going to put a babe inside of her again whether she liked it or not.

She tried to squirm and turn away to leave. To get out from beneath her husband but just when she moved an inch, Maegor grabbed her fleshy thigh and pulled her close to him. She looked at her husband and willed her eyes to tell him to let her go but what he saw on her face must have only made her angrier because he snarled and gripped her hips roughly in his large calloused hands. He swung her legs onto his shoulders as her lower half was lifted off of the bed to meet his cock.

She gulped and held on tightly to the sheets. His cock was large and throbbing and even it looked angry. She sent a silent thank you to whatever God might be listening that she was aroused every time she saw her husband nude. At least she wouldn’t have to take him dry. Because she knew he would take her whether she was soaking for him or as dry as the dunes in Dorne, she had learned that after he insisted they marry and her father refused. When he promised he’d be quick and that it was the only way to get her father to agree to the union.

“Maegor, please,” she whimpers as the head of his cock pushed against her entrance. Tears were starting to form in her eyes and she couldn’t tell what made that so. Was it the callousness in him or his roughness towards her? Was it the fact that she knew that this would not be the last babe that he forced onto her? That he would keep filling her and expecting her to birth his children until another one of his wives finally managed to bring a living child into this world.

He didn’t reply to her whimper. He barely acknowledged it as one hand left her hip and gripped his cock to move it to her entrance. He slid into her with a groan and didn’t think to go slowly or let her adjust to his largeness as he started thrusting into her. His other hand left her hip and her bottom was returned to the mattress below. She breathed heavily, gasping for air as Maegor slid almost completely out and slammed back into her hard. Every time his body collided with hers, the roughness sent her sliding further up the bed until her head finally hit the wooden headboard.

She couldn’t form a coherent sentence, not even in her head as her husband made it abundantly clear that her cunt and womb, while on her body, belonged to him.

She pushed her hands against his chest, trying to get some of the heaviness off of her but he only took them in one of his hands and pinned them to the bed as he rutted ferociously into her. Her whimpers had turned to moans in spite of herself. Every slide of his cock and every time it pounded against that sweet spot inside her made her body hum.

She lifted her hips to meet his but his pace was too brutal for her to keep up and he only managed to pin her hips to the bed beneath him as he switched from thrusts to grinding into her.

She choked out a loud moan at him not only hitting her sweet spot but him now grinding against her clit.

Maegor looked down at her and met her eyes for the first time since he forced his cock into her. His eyes hadn’t softened and she felt as though she was looking at a possessed man. His hand, which he propped by her head came to grip her throat. He squeezed hard but not enough for her to worry as he started to speak.

“You see, my beloved, this is what happens when you don’t want to perform your wifely duties.” He rolled his hips so hard into her she could have sworn she felt his cock in her throat. His hand on her throat prevented her from arguing or saying anything and he grinned humorlessly at her pathetic attempt. “I will not have a disobedient wife and you will bear all of the children you can for me. I don’t care if you cry or scream, I will force you to do your duties.”

His grip loosened and his hand found one of her bouncing breasts. She could barely see him through the tears in her eyes and she turned her head to look at the wall to her right as he took her.

He grabbed her breast hard and leaned down to lick her nipple, humming when milk started to dribble from it. After he sucked a bruise sloppily on one he moved to the other and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hide the purple blotches on her breasts or the bruise that was sure to be on her neck tomorrow.

For one horrific moment, she wondered if she would have to try and hide it. Would he let her out of this room or would he keep her in this bed and continue to fuck her until he felt satisfied that she would be with child?

She was brought out of her thoughts as she felt a tingling warmth in her cunt and abdomen. She knew she was close and she knew she couldn’t hold off, not with the pace and brutality that Maegor fucked her with. Before she could let him know she was already arching her back and rolling her eyes as her count fluttered around his cock.

Her husband groaned loudly at the feeling of her walls squeezing him and his own thrusts became sloppy. He looked down at her. She was sweaty and a mess and her tits, heavy with milk and covered in wet splotches bounces with every thrust.

The sight made a coil in him wind and before it snapped he leaned down, putting his full weight on her, and whispered, “you’re going to take my seed. You’re going to take it and not complain and when I fuck you again later, you’ll take it because even if you don’t know your place, your cunt does.”

With those words the coil in his abdomen snapped and with a loud grunt and one last hard snap of his hips, he spilled his seed into his wife’s warm cunt.

He lay on top of her, panting as she quietly sniffled. He didn’t bother to check to see if she was alright, he was still upset with her for suggesting that she stop bearing children for him. He kissed her collarbone and pulled out of her, watching his thick white seed spill out of her pussy. He grabbed his softening cock and ran it through his seed and around her cunt. He made sure that most of it made it back inside of her and when he pulled away, he admired the mess he made of her.

#house of the dragon #hotd #house of the dragon smut #hotd smut #maegor targaryen smut #maegor the cruel smut #maegor targaryen x oc #maegor targaryen x reader #tw: breeding #tw: dubcon

[sunnytarg]

Hello dear >< what do you think of Yandere's reaction to Aegon I, Maegor, Aemond and Daemon being in love with a reader sister but she rejects them because she is in love with a lowborn man? (like a blacksmith or a soldier or a stable boy) and they catch her trying to run away from her with her lover to the free lands? <333 (Drama mode ON)

I’m gonna start referring to these 4 as the toxic four. It’s like the fantastic four, but really horny and toxic. [ Also, this took me forever to write. So hopefully you enjoy]

Tw: stalking, murder, non-con

Aegon I (The Conqueror)

His sister didn’t think twice about announcing her plans to marry and run off with some stable boy that none of her siblings have ever met. She thought that they would be happy for her. After all, ever since she had been able to read, all she could talk about was the Free Cities and getting away from Westeros. Now she had a man who adored her and promised to take her to see the places she had only dreamed of.

The only thing was: her siblings weren’t happy. Specifically her brother, Aegon. He was silent for a little while after her announcement and then after Rhaenys nudged him in the side (not so slyly), he gritted through his teeth a congratulation. He didn’t mention to his darling sister that he was planning on marrying her himself, making her his third wife. He held his tongue and didn’t comment on how a stable boy could never afford to bring her to the Free Cities. Instead, he only kissed his sister on the head and left the room. He had to think of something quickly before that stable boy took her from him forever.

The idea came to him during the evening meal. When she went to her chambers for the night he would lock her doors so she couldn’t leave and sneak away to see her stable boy. The next morning when she mentioned it, he only shrugged and pretended to have no idea why it was locked.

“Perhaps the guards locked the doors because they were afraid an intruder was within the walls,” he said with a shrug. She didn’t look like she believed him but she didn’t call him on his lie either. As the days went by he continued to lock her doors at night and eventually resorted to doing it during the day when she was in her chambers and not with him or her sisters. She had stopped questioning it and Aegon soon learned why. She was receiving letters from this man she claimed to love. He watched to see how they were delivered to his dear sister and when he saw that one of the guards was the middleman, he promptly brought him outside and let Balerion set him aflame. After that, he received the letters intended for his sister. He read every one of them and, after he was done, threw them into the fire.

He knew his sister’s heart would break thinking that the man she loved had forgotten about her but Aegon needed to do this. Luckily, his sister didn’t catch on to the fact that he was the one getting rid of the letters so when she asked him to give her letters to the stable boy, he agreed with a smile. When she was out of his sight, though, he promptly ripped the letters to shreds.

He figured it had been long enough and it was time for him to meet this other man. He was disappointed when he finally came across him. He was nothing special and he backed away in fear of his King. His sister deserved better than this wastrel. He made the conversation brief. Informing the stable boy that his sister had come to her senses and realized that she could never marry someone like him. She was to marry her brother and King and he should move on and forget about her. The stable boy only nodded meekly and Aegon had to hide the smile on his face until he turned to walk away.

Aegon kept an eye on the stable boy as days and nights passed. He watched as he married another woman, someone plain and lowborn like he was. When he informed his sister of this she wept uncontrollably and refused to believe it. He held her as she cried and offered to take her to his home to show her his new wife. His sister shook her head and refused. Aegon stroked her hair as she cried and remained with her until she fell asleep. When he finally left, he didn’t lock the doors to her chambers.

As she slept, he made the arrangements for them to wed the next day. He couldn’t put it off any longer in case she found someone else.

Maegor

Maegor is an observant man. He notices before anyone else that his sister has taken a liking to a blacksmith in the city. While it was suggested by almost everyone that he spend time with his wife, Ceryse, and try and put a child in her, he was instead watching his sister sneak away from the Red Keep. He would follow her through the hidden passageways and down to the city.

Watching her wasn’t new to him. He had been doing it for years. It only worsened after The Faith told his mother that he couldn’t take his sister as a wife. His mother had finally budged and he was married to a Hightower rather than who he belonged with. He watched as several men of noble birth tried to gain her attention. Before he could even scare them off she had already turned them down. He thought perhaps she harbored feelings for him and was bidding her time until he could get rid of Ceryse. He soon realized that wasn’t the case as he stood in the shadows and watched his sister with a blacksmith.

When he returned to the castle he didn’t tell anyone of his discovery and despite the building feeling of wanting to go into her chambers and claim her before that filthy blacksmith laid a hand on her, he bided his time and listened and watched. He acted normal when his dear sister was around and even went to his wife’s chambers at night. Still, as soon as he heard her making plans with her blacksmith to sneak away to the Free Cities when the moon was at its fullest and everyone important in the castle would be asleep, he began making plans.

He had to wait it out until he could set his plan in motion. He acted like he had no idea of his sister’s plan to run away. On the night that the moon was at its fullest, he went to the Sept. not to pray, of course, his mother taught him better than to believe in the Seven. He watched the moon through the window and waited. It wasn’t long until a few guards that were loyal to him came in carrying his sister who was shouting at them and the blacksmith who was being drugged along. Maegor smiled when he saw his bruises and bloodied face.

When his sister saw him she ran to him and begged him to command the guards to let her love go. Maegor only grabbed her arm and told her to look around. She did with a confused look. Finally realizing they were in a Sept and in front of them stood a Septon who looked terrified. She finally looked back up at her brother who told her that he knew about her plan and that he was tired of the handwringing of the Faith and their father, he would take a second wife, as was his right as a Targaryen. This time, though, it would be one of his choosing. When his sister started to protest he grabbed her chin and pointed it towards her blacksmith and told her that she either goes through with this and he would set the man free, or he would kill the man right now and fuck her in his blood so that she was dishonored, making it so she had no choice but to marry him.

With tears streaming down her face, she sniffled and told her brother that she would marry him. He smiled at her and gestured for the Septon to start. Once he had the woman he longed for as his bride he threw her over his shoulder and began to make his way to the castle. While he consummated his new marriage, his guards would know what to do. He knew that he couldn’t let that blacksmith go. His new wife would only try and find him again so as he spilled his seed in his sister's cunt, down in the sept his guards took the blacksmith outside and cut his throat.

Aemond

Aemond wasn’t surprised when he noticed his sister begin to blush over a knight from Dorne. When they were younger she had always read about knights who fell in love with princesses. Knights who married them, and despite all of the obstacles they faced they always had a happy ending. She had been watching her Dornish knight for a while now, long enough for Aemond to realize that something was going on between the two of them.

Without realizing it, Aemond had begun to secretly follow the knight. Watching what he did throughout his days and nights, hoping to find something that he could tell his dear sister about. Aemond was going to marry her. He knew this in his bones but his sister had yet to come to understand that they were fated to be together.

At their evening meal, Aemond didn’t say anything as she talked excitedly about the next tourney that was to be held for Prince Maelor’s first name day. She talked endlessly about how the knight from Dorne would surely be the champion, as he clearly was more skilled than all of the others. Their mother only smiled politely at her daughter's gushing. She knew that her daughter had feelings for the knight, it was why she had gone to Aemond the other night and asked him to let his betrothal to his sister go so she may be happy with this other man. Aemond had only told his mother that he wouldn’t and that his sister would find happiness with him.

After they finished and everyone went to their separate chambers, Aemond grabbed his dark cloak and slipped out, and found the knight that had caught his sister’s eye. He eventually found him in the gardens whispering behind some hedges. He couldn’t see who the man was talking to but he heard plans on running away before the next tourney. Of escaping to the free cities and making the woman he talked to his bride. He smiled as he listened, finally, he had something he could tell his sister that stops her childish fascination with the knight.

It was t until the knight walked away finally that he saw the woman finally emerge from the hedges. His blood began to boil when he saw that it was not some random woman, but his sister. The woman he loved and planned to marry was making plans of running away with that lowborn Dornish bastard.

He followed his sister quietly as she made her way back to her chambers. His mind was spinning as he thought of what to do. He couldn’t allow her to run off with some other man. He knew if he told her about their betrothal it would only make her move her plans up so that she would be gone before he could call her his wife. Perhaps that was why when she slipped back into her chambers, he followed her. With a surprised gasp from her, he lowered the hood of his cloak and looked at his sister. She laughed and asked him what he was doing but he couldn’t seem to make himself talk. He finally knew what he had to do to make sure the woman he loved didn’t leave.

He stalked over to her silently and proceeded to grab her. He didn’t listen as her questions turned to protests or when she started to squirm and fight in his arms as he hauled her to her bed and climbed on top of her. This was not how he planned for this to go. He had thought they would be married when he finally took her to bed and when he finally slipped his cock inside of her she would moan and gasp and beg for more, not cry and try to feebly push him off of her, but he had to do this tonight. He knew that by taking her maidenhood tonight and informing his mother of what he did tomorrow morning that she would be his wife within the week and she wouldn’t be able to leave him.

When the tourney to celebrate Prince Maelor’s name day came around he sat beside his new wife as they watched the knights come out. His wife tensed when she saw the Dornish knight appear. Aemond only smiled, knowing that they hadn’t seen each other since that knight he took his sister’s maidenhood. When the knight looked up at the box they were sitting in, Aemond reached over and grabbed his sister's hand. The knight could look at his wife all he wanted but Aemond would have filled her with his seed before they arrived at the tourney and who would bring her back to their chambers afterward instead of going to the feast, and fuck her like he had been doing nonstop for the past several days.

Daemon

Daemon notices his sister falling for one of his gold cloaks before anyone else does. He saw the man watch his sister before but thought nothing of it. After all, his sister is one of the most beautiful women in the realm.

Daemon hadn’t tried to stop anything between his sister and one of his men. While he loved his sister and planned to marry her one day, that day wasn’t today. He thought he’d let her have her little infatuation before he took her for himself. He hadn’t expected Viserys to agree to let her marry the man. He knew things about this man that neither his brother nor his sister knew. He had spent time with him in brothels as he fucked his way through whores and laughed with his men as they all found pretty commoners to wet their cocks. It was fine to Daemon when that man was just a gold cloak, working for him, but now he was married to his sister and it made him burn with fury.

He couldn’t kill the man right away. He had no problem with his inevitable death looking suspicious, but his sister would never come to him willingly if she believed him to be her husband's murderer. So instead, he watched the two. At meals, he would make his sister’s husband squirm as he brought up old stories and at night he would sneak through the passageways and watch, hidden away, as his beautiful sister moaned under her husband.

It was on a night that he had hidden away to watch as his sister got fucked that he overheard their plans. Her husband wanted to leave. He wanted to take his sister away from King’s Landing and sail to the Free Cities. It took all of Daemon’s willpower to not barge into their chambers at that moment and strangle him. His sister wasn’t going to leave him, especially not for her lowborn bastard of a husband.

After they finished talking, Daemon watched as the other man undressed and pushed his sister down to her knees. He closed his eyes and imagined it was her gagging on his cock as he fucked her throat. He didn’t touch himself, though. He had a plan that needed to be done tonight or otherwise, he’d be saying goodbye to his sister soon.

When the couple finally fell asleep, Daemon snuck into his sister’s chambers. He wasn’t worried about waking her husband. After spending so long on the City Watch with the man, Daemon knew how heavy of a sleeper he was. He stood beside the bed and looked down at his sister’s naked form. It had been several months since she had married and she was yet to be with child. He knew she didn’t drink moon tea and he wouldn’t be surprised if her husband couldn’t give her a child. The man had many mistresses and not one bastard.

Daemon pulled the sheet off of his sister slowly and snuck into the bed beside her. She rolled over unconsciously so that she was facing her husband and Daemon couldn’t help the smirk that found its way onto his face. He pumped his cock a few times before rubbing it between her folds. She hadn’t moved as he did so, still sleeping soundly. When he finally pushed into her she stirred only slightly, she mumbled her husband's name and Daemon brought his hand to cover her mouth as he began thrusting into her wet cunt. Even in her sleep Daemon felt her flutter around him and in no time he was spilling his seed inside of her. When he pulled out of her he stayed a little longer as he watched his cum ooze out of her.

He returned every night and spilled himself inside of his dear sister as she lay sleeping. After two moons of him claiming her, she announced one morning that she was with child. She was showered in congratulations and only Daemon noticed that her husband was grinding his teeth beside her. It was when she was beginning to swell with the child that he had put in her that Daemon realized that now was the time to shed her of a husband. After all, he couldn’t have his child calling someone else father. So one night as they patrolled the streets of the city together, his sister’s husband found himself in an accident.

He returned to the castle and delivered the news himself. They were patrolling like usual when they decided to separate for a time. After an hour or so some commoner came running up to him and told him that one of his gold cloaks had his throat cut while in a brothel. His dear sister was inconsolable at first but after several moons had passed and the birth of their child grew near, Daemon suggested to her that she remarry.

His suggestion earned him a slap across the face but later that night his sister came to him and apologized. She told him that she knew that he was right and that it just felt wrong to marry someone while she was pregnant with her deceased husband's child. Daemon only brought her into his arms and shushed her. When she quieted he reminded her that her husband was found in a brothel. One of which he frequented often before she had married him. He told her she would not be the one disgracing him.

When he pulled back from her, his sister looked up at him with innocent wife eyes and almost everything in Daemon told him to take her to his bed. He fought against his urges and told her that he would marry her. He would raise her child like it was his and her child would not want for a father, the same as she would not want for a husband.

A week after their conversation, they stood together as they said their marriage vows. His sister couldn’t stand for long periods of time, her stomach so swollen that it tired her easily. He tried to look happy at being newly married and not triumphant in finally getting what he coveted for so long. When he took her the night of their wedding he no longer needed to fuck her slow and gentle. He didn’t need to worry about waking her and instead he watched as her milky tits bounced with every hard thrust of his.

It was only a moon later when his sister went into her labors and after several hours he was finally let into the room to see his wife laying in bed holding a small bundle. When he walked over to her he kissed her on the forehead and looked down at the coping bundle. The little boy had a patch of silver hair and large lilac eyes blinked up at him. He smiled down at his son and kissed his wife when she suggested naming the child after him. The man, she claimed, always took care of her and looked at her son as though the child was his. He nodded his head, agreeing to the name, and bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from telling her that the child she held was truly his and not her first husband's.

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SINNERS — Chapter 4

After Maegor finds out his beloved niece is to be wed with her own brother, he absolutely loses his mind. He can't just let her go.

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PAIRING – Maegor I Targaryen x Fem!OC.

SUMMARY – A year has passed, Maegor's lies are exposed as Aenelys overheard a conversation and they both found themselves in a discussion that was interrupted by an unexpected visit and terrible news..

TW/TAGS – targcest (uncle/niece), age gap, angst, smut (humping, praising), cursing, maegor being his own warning, mentions of death, hurt/comfort, manipulation. if something is missing let me know!!

NOTE – finally i managed to sit and write for this, I'm sorry if it's not perfect, but I'm still struggling with my writer's block.😫 hopefully you'll like this!! pls enjoy🤍✨

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Maegor was unable to take his eyes out of her. His hand found its way to her back, caressing the soft skin beneath his calloused fingertips. His little princess was exhausted after last night, which finished with her limbs shaking and her beautiful doe eyes covered by tears. 

Aenelys had been behaving these past year, and Maegor was pleased with it. As long as he made her believe he was hers, nothing could go wrong. He was smarter this time; hiding his mistresses in brothels while her princess remained oblivious of his acts, waiting for his return and opening her soft legs to him because she was getting obsessed with the pleasure he could provide to her.

He was no fool, not at all. He knew there was no way he could be inside her without getting her with child, and that was no good for his plans… he needed her a maiden, he could not allow her to breed a bastard, not when her title and prestige were at risk. Those were two things he needed from her, her title and her legitimate child, but for that he must be patient, wait for the right moment. 

But that does not mean he could not have fun with her in the meantime.

Maegor found himself searching for new methods of pleasure that would work for both, one of his favorites will forever be having her plump lips around him. The first time she learned how to please him with her mouth, she was acting shy and flustered, nervously touching him until he decided to control her movements. Aenelys turned out to be strangely good at this, pleasing him like no other.

"Not even the most expensive whore can suck my cock like you do, my sweet dove," he had told her as he wiped the tears off her flushed face. Aenelys smiled widely, feeling proud after realizing that she was better than anyone. She thought that he would only seek release in her after that… but how wrong she was.

There is no secret that Maegor had some carnal need that needed to be fulfilled, and his wish to be inside some tight, wet walls were too overwhelming to be ignored. This is why, after those times where he could not get satisfied by her touch, he would leave once he made sure she was sleeping, and seek that much needed release with someone else; his dear friend and favorite mistress, Tyanna. 

Ser Draqos knew about his dirty little secret, for he would guard the princess door each night, seeing how her beloved uncle and lover would leave her alone for some common whore. It was hard for him to understand how Maegor, a man who had in his power a woman as sweet and beautiful as the princess, decided to sneak out like a rat in the middle of the night and lock himself in brothels with other women. It was nonsense that only a fool could understand. 

But now Maegor was laying beside her, his big hand on her back as she started to move, her eyes slowly opening as she turned around with a small, sleepy smile. Maegor put his hand around her neck, not squeezing it but leaving it there as a sign of some kind of dominance over her, something that the princess loved to feel. 

"How beautiful you look in the mornings," he whispered, brushing his nose against hers in a strangely soft touch. "Did you sleep well?" 

"I always sleep well with you by my side," she murmurs in response. Maegor smirked, almost hearing the devotion in her voice.

Without saying a word, he pressed his lips against hers in a hungry kiss. Aenelys moaned; the sudden act made her heart flutter, still not getting used to these heated touches that made her limbs go numb. The butterflies on her belly blurred her thoughts as he possesively devoured her lips with a fervor that left her breathless. She squirmed beneath him, so easy to arouse. Maegor knew exactly the effect he had on her, and he knew that if he dared to touch between her legs he would find nothing but her sweet slick running down her thighs. Her flesh begging to be touched.

She sighed as he leaned back, a small string of saliva joining their swollen lips as Maegor's darkened eyes stared at hers with a hunger that made her legs shake. He had woken up with the intention of devouring her in every way, not satisfied with the action that took place the night before. Aenelys felt his hand roaming down her body, a small squeeze on her left breast before he positioned himself between her legs, spreading them open for him to see all of her. 

She blushed, looking at him with those beautiful eyes that screamed innocence - or at least what was left of it. Maegor growled, his fingers involuntarily touching her soaked folds as she mewled beneath him, her hips moving upwards as she searched for more of his touch. 

"Look how wet you are for me, my sweet doe," he mumbled, towering her body as he leaned forward, a shadow casting over her petite frame and hiding her from the sunlight. "And all of this is for me, right?" He asked using that husky tone that sent her into a submissive and pleading state. She nodded as a response muttering a small 'yes' that could be easily mistaken with soft gasps. 

Maegor, discontent with that answer, put his hand back around her neck and squeezed it. Aenelys purred under his touch and a smug grin appeared on her uncle's lips. 

"I made you a question, princess," he murmured as he brushed his nose against her cheek. "Answer me." His low voice caused chills down her spine, making her pearl throb with excitement.

"It's- it's all for you," she replied in a sigh, her voice thin and weak as he pressed himself against her. His length felt the warmth of her folds and a groan left his lips as she moved her hips, starting to hump on him. 

"Good girl…" he sighed.

Maegor then started to move as well, his hips meeting hers in slow but hard movements that made her whine. His hardness rubbing against her swollen bud almost made her eyes roll, her hands holding onto his shoulders at the same time he kissed her. The muffled noises of their passion were echoing in the room. 

"I can't wait to be inside you, my dear," he whispered against her lips, "I bet you would feel so good around my cock, squeezing me with that tight cunny of yours." 

His words did nothing but to increase her arousal, her cheeks turning red as her mind flooded with images of him claiming her as his. Her mouth dropped open with a whine, her clit throbbing as he used his free hand to press himself further into her soaked flesh. Aenelys closed her eyes, her back arching as his grip around her neck tightened even more. 

"Does it feel good, byka mēre?" Little one. That bloody nickname sent waves of heat all over her trembling body as she whimpered a response. "Are you going to cum? I can hear how wet you are, love… So needy for me." 

She felt the knot of her lower belly starting to form, searching for that needed release as his name fell from her lips like a sacred prayer. After he let go of her neck, his lips wrapped around one of her sensitive nipples, licking and sucking the delicate bud as she frowned in pleasure and her whole body shook. The stimulation between her legs, plus his hungry mouth roughly working on her breasts, made her see stars behind her eyelids, her limbs shaking as her cries of pleasure became louder. 

Aenelys fell apart beneath his thick frame, crying his name as she reached her overwhelming climax. Her breathing was fast, ragged. Her eyes closed as he kept moving trying to find his release - which was far to come. 

After a few seconds, Maegor kept going in an useless attempt to feel that knot in his gut. The stimulation was not enough for him, and the frustration was growing inside him, losing his patience. Aenelys started to cry even louder, the overstimulation being too much that it became a bit painful. Maegor groaned.

He let go, trying to use his hand but it was still not enough. Aenelys saw his struggle and she tried to make things better as she noticed how his patience was hanging from a thin thread. 

"I can… I can use my mouth-" 

"Be quiet," he snapped at her as he stood up, lurking for his clothes around her chambers. 

Aenelys covered her nudity with the thin sheets of her bed, staring at Maegor as a tiny feeling of inefficiency filled her chest, almost making her cry. It was not the first time this would happen, and even when she would offer to please him in other ways, he would grab his things and leave her room… just like he did this time. 

The princess felt a slight pain in her heart as she was left alone, trying to convince herself that the next time will be different. Trying to convince herself that he went to the training yard instead of a brothel. 

Though she was not very sure of that. 

A few minutes later passed before one of her loyal maids entered her room, preparing a warm bath for her. Aenelys found herself relaxing in the water while Henela washed her hair. The princess had been unable to focus on anything besides what happened with Maegor, she wondered what she could do to be better for him, to please him and leave him satisfied. 

"Are you still a maiden, Henela?" The princess suddenly asked, the lady almost blushed at the question. 

"Uh… no, princess, I'm not," she hid her nervousness behind an awkward giggle. 

"So you know how to properly please a man, right?" Aenelys asked again without shame. She turned around looking up at the flustered maid, the curiosity shining through her eyes. 

"Well, there's many ways to please a man," Henela explained, going to search for the princess' robe. "You can use your hands, or your mouth-"

"I have done those things-"

"Have you?" She interrupted with surprise. 

"I have," Aenelys nodded, standing from the tub and wrapping the robe around her body. "But it seems as if they are not enough… Is there anything else I could do to please him?"

The shock on Henela's face was undisguisable. 

"I'm not quite sure what else you can do, those things usually work," she murmured, now feeling a bit embarrassed. "Has he ever… been inside you?" 

Aenelys shook her head, "he does not want to," she sadly said. "He says a princess shall always wait for marriage."

"Is he planning to wed you?" Henela curiously asked. 

"Yes," she nodded excitedly, "Though I'm not quite sure when, but I know we will get married someday…" Henela felt a tingle of pity on her chest after seeing her dreamy eyes and knowing the truth about Maegor. "He gave me this necklace when I was sixteen," Aenelys said as she grabbed the pendant hanging around her neck, "I think he gave it to me as a promise…" 

"Pardon me for my intrusion, my princess, but is he not already married?" Henela asked. 

Aenelys smile trembled a little and she shook her head, as if she was trying to downplay the situation she was in. 

"Oh, yes, but here we're free, and we can get married even if he's married in Westeros, can we not?" she shrugged, still with a soft smile on her face that was so hard to watch for her maid. "Besides, Ceryse does not love him, not like I do. He deserves a good wife, someone who can give him what he wants."

"What does he want?" 

"A child!" Aenelys excitedly said. 

"Oh…" she simply said.

"How lovely would it be to be carrying his child," Aenelys murmured, standing in front of the mirror and placing her hand on her belly. "But firstly, I need to know how to properly please him. Is there any advice?"

Henela sighed, "Men usually like it when women take control or seem to be confident in the marital bed," she explained, "for that you need to be on top, riding him."

"Like a horse?" 

Her maid giggled softly, "not quite, but the movements are rather the same. Moving your hips in circles or back and forth, it drives them crazy." 

"Does it?"

Henela nodded.

"Please, also remember that men like to hear your pleasure, so you have to be loud, but try not to be too obvious about it or they will know you are lying." 

"That is a bit confusing," Aenelys giggled. Henela laughed too.

"Men are complicated, my princess, but if there is something that can keep them interested is a good sexual companion… I'm sure Prince Maegor would be rather infatuated once he gets to bed you." 

"You think?" Aenelys blushed. 

"Definitely, my princess," she nodded. "Sometimes we can get them to do as we please by just opening our legs, they always think with their cocks."

"Henela!" She gasped, laughing at the word she used and slightly blushing. It was not very common for her to hear a lady using that term.

"It is the truth!" Henela giggled, making her sit in a chair in order to brush her hair. 

"I think the fact he's waiting for me is the purest act of love," Aenelys murmured, her silly smile and dreamy eyes coming back to enlighten her face. "The fact that he stopped seeing his whores is proof that he actually loves me, right?"

The way the princess smiled made her feel pity again; she could only ask for the truth to be out. She simply nodded, hiding the guilt behind a soft look in her eyes. Henela had a special spot for the princess, and she was not going to be the one telling Maegor's little secret and eventually breaking her heart. 

A few hours later she was walking towards the dining room to break her fast. A freshened look on her face as she had taken a hot bath and had her braids done by Henela, leaving any trace of sadness behind after what had happened inside her room. She kindly smiled at everyone who crossed her path; the princess had known how to win every servant's heart, which is why they would always give her pity glances as she walked - they knew what her beloved uncle did behind her back. No one dared to say a word, everyone was too afraid of the Prince to even think about confessing his lie. 

Everyone but Draqos, who was standing in the hall being threatened by a very angry Maegor. Aenelys found them, slowing her pace and quietly approaching the corner to spy. She was able to see her uncle's back and Draqos' face under the sunlight. She frowned, noticing how her loyal guard was visibly mad, his eyes throwing daggers at the man in front of him as they seemed to have a not so friendly conversation. 

She was not able to hear clearly, but her heart ached when she heard his last words before he left: "Consider yourself dead if you dare to tell her about this."

Aenelys frowned, her confused expression being plastered in her face as she leaned back in the wall trying to make sense of what Maegor had just said. That is when a hand was pressed on her shoulder, a touch so gently and caring. Draqos looked down at her lilac eyes, and with a single glance he knew that he had heard part of the conversation.

"What did he mean?" she asked softly, trying not to jump into conclusions. 

"Princess, you shouldn't have heard that," Draqos sighed, almost looking ashamed.

"But I did," she firmly replied, "what did he mean?" she repeated, her eyes never leaving his as she was forcing him to answer her. "I demand you to tell me what is going on."

The inner struggle was obvious in his eyes as he immediately looked away, unable to resist the temptation to tell her the truth if he was staring at her. Aenelys silently pleaded for an answer. 

"He will not hurt you if you decide to speak to me," she told him, softly speaking in an attempt to make him talk. "I will make sure you are safe, I promise."

With that, Draqos was easily convinced. His sweet princess was begging for an answer and he was not going to be the one to deny her of it. He would never deny her anything.

"I'm afraid the prince has been seen occasionally escaping during the nights, and sometimes during the days," he started, his voice somewhat soft as if he was trying to make everything less painful. "He visits the brothels almost every week, seeking companionship in the arms of a courtesan named Tyanna." 

Aenelys pressed her lips into a thin line as she took in the heartbreaking news of the not so unexpected treason. Draqos got a bit worried when he did not see sadness in her eyes; he saw anger. Her soft, doe eyes turned into flames as she imagined that woman touching what belonged to her. 

"How long has this been going on?" she asked. 

Draqos took a deep breath, "it has never stopped, my princess." 

She sighed, a shaky sigh that almost broke his heart. 

"I need you to promise me something, Ser Draqos," Aenelys softly spoke as she took a step closer and looked up at him. Their closeness would not be well seen if someone walked in, but he was not going to be the one to push her away. 

"Anything," he whispered, his deep brown eyes looking at her lilac ones with a devotion she wished to see in Maegor. 

"You are my protector, you sworn yourself to me when we first arrived here," she said as she grabbed his hand. "I do not want just your protection. I want your loyalty and sincerity. Do not lie or hide things from me again." 

"Princess-"

"Promise me," she demanded. 

"I promise you," he answered without missing a beat, not even doubting himself. "My princess, I will always be loyal to you… Until my last breath." 

Aenelys nodded, taking in his words and closing her eyes when he leaned to kiss her forehead, his lips lingering there longer than they should have; it brought some sense of peace and calmness. The princess muttered a small 'thank you', before she took a step back and looked at the floor, as if she was avoiding his stare. She excused herself before her expression hardened again and she walked away from him.

With a single glance to her determined steps, he knew where she was walking to, so he walked behind her just to make sure she would be safe. 

Aenelys reached for the door and pushed it open, hard enough to disrupt the calm environment that had been established in the dining room. Maegor frowned as he looked at her, the sign of dried tears in her rosy cheeks immediately worked as a warning that something was not right, and the realization hit when Draqos stood behind her.

"Leave," she ordered to all the servants that were staring at her with curious eyes. Everyone left, except for Draqos. "You too," she told him.

"Princess-"

"Go," she interrupted him. Draqos doubted for a second, staying still while giving quick glances to Maegor; he did not trust him. However, he eventually turned around, reluctantly leaving the room.

Aenelys saw Maegor leaning back in the chair; his legs spreaded, his jaw moving as he was eating while a small grin appeared on his face. She knew he was going to tease her, a daring provocation in order to make her explode; she tried not to get caught up in that, but her feelings were all over the place, her heart was beating too fast and the ache in her chest did not seem to cease. 

"You lied to me," she murmured, trying to make her voice not break. 

"Did I?" 

"You did!"

"Ah…" he scoffed, drinking from his tea as if she was not falling apart in front of him. "When did I lie to you, darling?" 

"You are fucking a whore, Maegor," she mumbled, wiping a rebel tear as she looked to the floor. A small tsk was heard from his side.

"Well, that's the thing, little one." He stood up, and he slowly started to approach her. "I do not remember telling you I'd stopped fucking whores. It is not a lie if I never said it, is it? You just assumed it." 

There was a silence where Maegor reached for her face, cupping her cheek with his hand as his thumb wiped the tears away. It was a gesture so delicate and soft that it almost made her sigh; her eyes closed, her lips parted slightly, and her heart skipped a beat. It brought some calmness to the turmoil of feelings inside her chest. His softness, that was hardly ever shown, made her almost melt into his touch once again, but then his own voice made her wake up from the trance he had put her in.

"Who told you?" 

That mere question brought her back to reality. She thought about how many people knew about it for him to ask such thing. She thought about how ridiculous she must have been seen by the servants that already knew about it, for she would never hide her undying loyalty and devotion to him. 

She pushed his hand away from her, taking a step back as the anger consumed her once again.

"No one did!" she replied, raising her voice. "You really think I was never going to find out about this?" 

"My sweet doe," he softly spoke, trying to calm her down. "You need to understand that a man has needs-"

"I'm the one who should be satisfying your needs!" She yelled. "I'll be your wife, I will marry you, not her!" She spat the last words with utter disgust.

He took a deep breath, slowly starting to lose his patience. 

"I know that very well," he whispered, taking a step closer. "But there are different kinds of pleasure that you cannot provide me with. You know that." 

"I do not care!" She yelled again, this time pushing him away. Maegor was taken by surprise, and he almost lost his balance. Pure shock on his eyes as he saw her unexpected outburst. "I can be all that for you if you only give me the chance!" She whined. "I'm right here, uncle! I'm yours, and I will always be yours. Why can you not understand?!"

His anger was immediately shown as he unexpectedly wrapped his hand around her jaw, digging his fingers into her flesh - strong enough to make her stay still. Her eyes widened in surprise, a slight panic running through her eyes as she saw the rage written all over his face. She whined, now out of pain. 

"You cannot understand simple things, can you?" He muttered so close to her face that she was able to feel his hot breath against her lips. "Is your brain so small that it cannot comprehend anything? You think I haven't fucked you because I do not wish for it?" He scoffed. "Oh, you silly little thing. I could spread your legs and bury my cock on that needy cunt of yours right here if that is what I want, but I won't; because I'm smart, and I'm patient, you know why? Because I could easily fuck a bastard into you." Those last words were spat with rage, the kind of feeling he had never felt with her up to this point.

He was wondering how she could not understand what he had been explaining to her for months. Her obliviousness to certain things made him furious.

"Is that what you want?" He continued, tightening his grip. "A bastard is a weapon against maidens as you, something they can use to steal your rightful position in the throne, is that what you want? People calling you the whore princess because you opened your legs to someone who's not your husband? Don't act stupid, I know you are more clever than that."

He let her go, and she stumbled backwards as she touched her jaw trying to soothe the tingling pain that was left there. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as he stared at her teary eyes. Maegor then approached her again, two of his fingers lifting her chin forcing her to meet his eyes.

"Listen to me, my love," his tone changed, returning to be the soft and gentle one he would always use with her. "You want to feel me inside that tight cunny of yours? You want me to breed you until your womb is filled with my seed? That is fine, and you'll have all of that…" he made a pause, appreciating the red on her cheeks produced by his words. "But for that you'll have to wait until we marry. Is that clear for you?"

She nodded, reluctantly.

"Answer me," he demanded. 

"Yes…" she replied in a thin voice, and he smiled pleasantly.

"That's a good girl," he muttered before he leaned and left a soft kiss on her forehead. A chill ran down her back, a sense of uneasiness settled in her chest. She remembered Draqos giving her the same gesture, and causing the complete opposite emotion. "Now… this is the last time I will bear one of these tantrums, do you hear me? I will not forgive you again."

She was about to answer, but the door was suddenly open and Draqos walked in. He noticed the marks on her jawline, he saw the tears in her eyes and the way she looked away from him, avoiding any eye contact. He clenched his jaw as he bowed in front of them, wanting nothing to scream at Maegor for hurting such a delicate maiden like her.

He hid his rage towards the prince as a serious semblance was drawn in his face, clearing his throat before he made his announcement.

"Prince, Princess… The Dowager Queen is here," he informed. 

Aenelys looked up at Maegor, trying to find the same surprise on his face, but he remained nonchalant to the words of the knight, almost as if he was expecting his mother to arrive. 

Before Aenelys could express her confusion, Visenya entered the dining room, dressed with her riding attire and wearing an unreadable expression on her stern visage. The princess noticed how her eyes scanned her body, her expression slightly changing when she noticed the marks on her neck, but returning to be a hard look when she paid further attention to the marks that were left by her son's tight grip.

"Mother," Maegor greeted her, bowing before her and grabbing her hand to kiss the back of it. "What brings you here?"

"I'm afraid I've come all this way to inform you both of something not very pleasant," she started, her voice low and almost lacking any emotion. Visenya turned to look at Aenelys and she sighed as she grabbed her hands; it was at that moment that the princess felt her heart skip a beat. "Is your father, princess," Visenya sighed.

"My father?" She asked with slight confusion. 

Visenya looked at her son before looking back at the girl in front of her.

 "The King unexpectedly died last night in Dragonstone."

She felt the tears clouding her eyes, her nose itching and that agonizing feeling on her chest. She covered her lips with her hand as a sign of shock and disbelief, feeling as if the world had fallen on her shoulders and the weight of guilt was pressing against her chest, causing her to breathe rapidly and unevenly. Aenelys looked at Maegor, whose face was lacking any surprise - she was too shocked to recognize the mischievous glint on his devilish eyes. 

"How… How did it happen?" she managed to speak between deep breaths and sobs. 

"The war weakened him," she explained. Aenelys was taken aback by this new information. 

Information that Maegor already knew and decided to hide from her.

"What war?" Aenelys asked again.

"The war with the Faith Militant," she explained, "The High Septon took your disappearance as an offense, for his niece is Maegor's legitimate wife. People in King's Landing are accusing your father of promoting this relationship between you both, and they raised against his reign." 

Her dress suddenly felt tighter, the difficulty to breath making her gasp as the tears fell down her cheeks. Her eyes looked at Draqos, the despair and desperation was clearly visible in her face. He took a step forward, but Maegor grabbed her first. The princess buried her face on his chest while his hand went to her hair, cooing against her ear while she uncontrollably sobbed, soaking his shirt with her tears. 

Suddenly, the entire discussion with Maegor was easily forgotten, for the pain in her heart was bigger and almost unbearable. The guilt making it impossible for her to calm down.

"Your mother and siblings are waiting for you in Dragonstone for the funeral," Visenya informed her, "King's Landing and the Iron Throne are now empty…" 

Aenelys thought it was quite odd the way she pronounced those kasts words, but her mind was too blurry to even try to process them. Maegor, however, found himself understanding the message between the lines, and he held her close to his chest and gave a soft nod to his mother. Things had never been clearer.

It was time for him to take what was rightfully his, claim his position as King of the Seven Kingdoms, and make Aenelys his queen.

Everything went exactly how he wanted.

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[dragons-and-handcuffs]

An imagine where Maegor has sex with a pregnant Viseriya while sucking her breasts with milk

Imagine Viseriya heavily pregnant, about to give birth any day now. She is glowing and more beautiful than ever and Maegor just want to fuck her everytime he sees her.

Viseriya is very attentative of her husband's needs and thats why she interrupted the council meeting. Maegor immediately dismissed everyone (maybe kept a few to watch). Imagine Viseriya taking off her dress right in front of Maegor who is still sitting.

Imagine her riding him as he suck her tits and drink her milk.

Imagine Maegor fucking her on the table right on top of all the papers. His mouth is on her tits. She would pull his face and kiss him, lick the milk off his lips

Imagine Maegor sitting on the iron throne and Viseriya is on his lap topless. He would grope and play with her breasts and suck her tits for milk

Imagine how jealous Maegor ii would be

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He brought along all the things he had taken from his Rowan, her ribbons, her handkerchiefs, the notes she had left him, anything that held her familiar scent. -pdlfs, chapter 26

In honour of tortured poets coming out in the morning, I wanted to draw angsty Maegor from the fic. Do I like the pose? Nope. Me and male anatomy are just not on the same wavelength at the moment. I apologise in advance for who I will become once the album graces my ears 🤍

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