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Ménage | Rhaenyra x Aegon x Aemond

🕯️ Rated E 🕯️4.2k words 🕯️ Complete 🕯️ by AmazingAngie🕯️

Tags: Historical AU, Sibling Incest, Manipulation, Underage Kissing, First Kiss, First Times, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Come Eating, Cunnilingus, Dom!Rhaenyra, Coming of Age, Consent Issues, Rhaenyra-Centric, Threesome - F/M/M

Warning: sex between minors [fifteen and seventeen when it begins]. Summary:

Rhaenyra despised her siblings, a pair of twin boys two year her junior - at least until she realized they would do things for her. Anything for her. The realm of such things changed as they matured, and in time Rhaenyra's hormones left her feeling rather fond of the pair she had previously merely tolerated. His pale chest was flushed along with his cheeks as she watched him stroke his soft length to something a different shape and size entirely. It was like magic. He spilled over his hand, making a mess of himself with his own seed. She wanted to touch. She wanted to taste. She did neither, she simply demanded for him to, “Do it again.” or: rhaenyra is either a very good, or very bad sister, depending on who you ask.

One

At first, Rhaenyra had hated her brothers.

She lacked any and all maternal instincts towards infants, and so she lacked any and all patience for their screams and stench and all other annoyances that came with their mere existence. It was only made worse by the fact there were two of them. Two boys.

Truly, if looks could kill, they would have been found dead in their cradles just hours after she met them. Nevermind that she herself was only two at the time, she was old enough to hold enough to know her dislikes, old enough to hold a grudge and certainly old enough to hate them on first impression alone.

And first impressions mattered a great deal.

And so, her feelings towards them did not change, not for years.

By the age of seven, Rhaenyra had earned the title of Realm’s Delight. She was known on the small island of Dragonstone and among their people for her beauty, boisterous spirit, and impeccable—slightly frightening—skills on horseback.

And it wasn’t just the people who were awed by the princess—but rather her brother’s, too. The pair had been five then, old enough to care what other people thought of them.

Old enough to know their sister did not care for them.

Old enough that they wanted her too.

And Rhaenyra…she was old enough to see this.

Smart enough to use this for her benefit.

And really really, it was a kindness when she gave them such opportunities to improve her opinion of them.

And so, she would have them fetch her lemonade or tea or servants.

She would have them steal cakes and pastries from the kitchens on her behalf.

Sometimes she would tell the groom she wanted to brush down Syrax and that they were excused.

It wasn’t a lie, and she would brush down Syrax. But the other tasks that were expected to go along with this—such as beating dust from the saddle blanket, conditioning the leather of her reins, and polishing bits—were ones she’d give to her brothers.

And they would fight for the tasks. Competitive over the mere opportunity to impress her.

She liked that.

She took advantage of it.

But who could blame her, when they liked it too?

Fondness for them grew very slowly. She still treated them more like her servants than her siblings, truly, but by the time she was ten she could acknowledge she would be sad if something happened to them.

When they were ten, they were mourning the fact they would have to leave Dragonstone to attend the Crownlands College that all Targaryen men claimed as their alumni, at least since its founding in the 300s. After all, their family—then ‘the crown’ for all of Westeros—had founded the institution.

She was jealous that they were getting a proper schooling, simply because they were boys. Why shouldn’t she have such an opportunity? She was much smarter. Er, at least smarter than Aegon. Aemond was rather annoying bookish, she knew that from their shared lessons. He could beat her at sums despite her being years older.

It was true her lessons from a septa and maester’s who taught her just as much as the private college would, if not more, it didn’t seem fair.

And on top of that, though she didn’t admit to them—or to herself, really—that she might miss them too.

They had only been gone for three moons when word came—Aemond had been injured rather horribly in a fight. He and his brother were being returned to Dragonstone by the fastest ship their father’s coin could buy, to be attended by the maester’s their own keep had in residence.

Even then, it wasn’t enough to save the eye.

They worried infection would spread and he might lose all his sight. If not his life from fever that could poison his blood.

Rhaenyra didn’t cry. She didn’t. But her voice might have wavered when she spoke to Aemond after hearing this—unwilling to let the horrors of what had happened to him change her treatment of him.

On the matter of his potential blindness, all she had to say was, “Just think—you have been blessed to see a face as pretty as mine for a decade—that is more beauty than most men get to see in their lifetime.”

His face was bandaged, and the sliver of eye she could see was cloudy from the high dose of the milk of poppy he was being given for the pain. But he still managed a tiny smile. Tiny for him, even, which was impressive given how he tended to hide them. So different from Aegon, whose face was often dressed in a wide grin.

“Isn’t it all the more tragic, if i’ve seen such beauty and now have to go without?” He said, his voice sounding small and dry and not like him at all. She wanted to cover his lips with her palm, tell him not to talk until he sounded as he should again. Until he sounded strong.

“I suppose, then, you must fight—insist to your body and self that you require sight. Perhaps it will permit you to keep it.” She told him.

“I’m not as stubborn as you, sister, I’m not sure I can.” He admitted.

She huffed, “Consider it a command then—and I know you wish not to disappoint me.”

He swallowed, and his eyelid fluttered shut. She wondered if she even heard her, but then he nodded slightly and said, “Okay.”

His recovery was surprisingly swift, and infection never came.

Aegon said it was because Rhaenyra visited so often she scared it away. That earned him a glare.

“I’m the scary one? Your delusions do you no justice, brother, clearly you forget your twin is a bloodied cyclops!” She screeched.

“See!” He had claimed, nearly victorious, “Now you shriek like a banshee!”

“Banshees herald the dead, brother, if I sound like one, perhaps you should be concerned for yourself.” She said, primly.

He paled and scurried from the room.

Rhaenyra thought if Aegon was the one who had been injured, she would not have been so attentive.

He was certainly the most objectionable of her siblings, at least, in all but looks. He had a sweet boyish face that promised to turn into something handsome. Aemond’s features, however, were longer and his expression rather solemn. They were very different—and no matter what she told herself, she would be unable to choose between them if forced to.

When her courses came, they came to her.

They had questions. They had badgered a poor serving girl into admitting Rhaenyra was bed bound for her monthlies.

Of course, they had come running to ask Rhaenyra what monthlies were. The end result was their expressions—a mixture of horror and intrigue.

“You’re bleeding?” Aemond said, rather stunned. “Does it hurt?” He wondered.

She shifted her hips and nodded, “Mhm, but not…not like a wound, rather a great deal of pressure in my abdomen.

“Does it bleed from there?” Aegon wondered, with a vague gesture to her stomach and a far off expression on his face.

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes, “My navel is not a facet you imbecile, no, it’s—” she flushed, looking down at her lap but carrying on, “It’s between my legs.” She admitted.

Their eyes widened. “Can we see?” Aegon asked.

Rhaenyra sputtered, finding herself at a loss for words.

She settled on a classic response to Aegon’s questions: throwing a book at him.

She had always been rather tactile with her brother’s, in a way she wasn’t—and wasn’t permitted to be—with others. She hadn’t thought much of it, they were siblings, and in a way they were her…well, it would be bad form to call them her serfs for she did not own them, but as their older sister she felt rather entitled to them in every way, and they had little protest to this.

So they touched.

She did not ask before grabbing their arm, or sitting next to them, close enough that they knew the feeling of the other’s thigh against their own. She’d crawled into bed with them on stormy nights, tackled them to the ground during games of tag, and shoved them off the cliffs on warm summer days when they were too fearful to dive from them without help.

It had never meant anything at all. It was just the way of things, the way she treated them.

It didn’t change as they grew older.

Maybe it should have.

Aegon was, in her opinion, being an insufferable little jit. He refused to mount his mare, Sunfyre, even though they had agreed over breakfast to ride at this hour.

“I can’t.” He moaned, shifting awkwardly with his hands awkwardly at his crotch.

Her eyes narrowed.

“Why can’t you?” She asked.

He flushed, before admitting he was hard and when that was hard it was like his whole body was stiff.

“I don’t believe you.” She said, and then, “You’ll have to show me it.”

His cheeks were flaming but he obeyed, unlacing his breeches and freeing the tunic that was cut long enough to cover his loins. Sure enough, the dangly bit she’d seen between her brother’s legs in childhood—when they were young enough it was not inappropriate, mind you—had managed to grow and harden into something rather…well…she was blushing now.

“Ugh. Put it away.” She said, turning to Syrax and hiding her rosy cheeks. “I shall take her to the meadow while that…you…whatever.” She said, mounting her saddle and leaving before he could respond.

She thought about it. More than she probably should. She was a curious girl, she wanted to know how it worked.

It was night time, a few days after that incident, and she slipped into her brothers’ rooms, pulled the covers from Aegon’s nearly nude form, and demanded to see it.

His pale chest was flushed along with his cheeks as she watched him stroke his soft length to something a different shape and size entirely. It was like magic.

He spilled over his hand, making a mess of himself with his own seed.

She wanted to touch.

She wanted to taste.

She did neither, she simply demanded for him to, “Do it again.”

Aemond’s was different from his brother’s—longer, leaner, not unlike the rest of their forms. Disappointedly, he was too shy to touch himself in front of her, saying he was too embarrassed to stay hard.

Well. Then she would have to make him get hard.

He flinched when she stroked the soft skin, wrinkled and deflated as it lay against his thigh instead of in the stiff erection it had formed a moment ago.

She wanted her brothers to reach their full potential, always. And wasn’t their full length part of that?

He told her no.

She reminded him that he never told her that. She was his older sister.

He had to obey her. He liked obeying her.

“Please?” She finally said, and he nodded.

He grew harder in her hand, and she kept stroking, fascinated by the difference in feel and weight in her palm, it seemed to throb where it had once been so very soft. It was as if the appendage pounded with its need for release, the sound nonexistent but almost like a tune in her head, the beat of which drowned out Aemond’s pleas, his sounds of pleasure, and even the sound of his release.

She did taste it this time, a curious lick on the white goo that had spilled across his penis and her palm.

She’d always had a sweet tooth, but no matter how this resembled the drizzle on iced buns, it had no such flavor.

It was salty.

Gross.

A week later, Aegon kissed a maid. Their father’s hand, Ser Otto Hightower, who was also Aegon’s grandfather, caught them in the halls. This led them to all getting lectures on the matters of intimacy outside of marriage. On the matter of it being a dire sin.

Rhaenyra hardly heard the septas' words on this matter. She was vibrating with…rage? Jealousy? She wasn’t sure. She just knew the reason for this lecture on the horrors that were intimate interludes out of wedlock were prompted by Aegon’s actions. His intimate interlude. One that did not involve her.

She was Aegon’s older sister and yet she did not know what it was to kiss. But still, surely it should be her duty to teach him such a thing.

Surely she should be his first kiss.

Surely he should suffer for depriving her of this.

She ignored him for the rest of the day. He hated being ignored.

Then, after changing for bed, she slipped into their shared chambers. Both boys were awake, and on this occasion she slunk past Aegon in pursuit of Aemond.

She would have his first kiss.

He would never know it was her first kiss, too.

And Aegon would simply have to watch.

Eventually he begged and whined to the point where his eyes were red and his nose was snotty. So spoiled. Even though he deserved this for his crime—of seeking a girl other than his sister—she thought he’d been punished enough.

When she kissed him that night, his lips were just as soft as Aemond’s, but they were different, too. He was more forward, more confident—that didn’t come from practice, she didn’t think, but rather his enthusiasm and recklessness that his brother lacked.

And, of course, his lips tasted of his tears. Salty, though in a way far more pleasant than the taste of seed.

Or perhaps the taste was not so different.

Perhaps she just enjoyed the flavor more when it came from sorrow.

And Aegon was so pretty when he cried.

Both of them grew to expect her kisses—not only when they were in close proximity, but as a reward for bringing her something or completing a favor.

She thought they were like hounds, expecting a bit of jerky as a treat for being good.

She played with them as if they were hounds, finding great amusement in promising her lips to whichever sat with the best posture or heeled with the greatest obedience.

Sometimes she insisted on their nudity in this, for how else could she examine the straightness of their spine and set of their shoulders?

It had nothing to do with her curiosity of the male form. Of course not.

Though, she would admit to being curious over how their forms changed, their height and structure seeming to grow as they slept if not right before her eyes.

It seemed just as she had come to terms with having siblings—having brothers—she would have to come to terms with her brothers becoming men.

Aegon found the book. Of course he did.

While Aemond was studious in his lessons, Aegon searched the library for hidden treasure, an indiscretion he’d practiced for years. Despite this, there were still shelves that had not suffered his scrutiny, for the room and its contents were rather vast.

Of course, some of the cases he had looked over with careful eyes long ago needed to be examined once more, now that he was older. For as a boy he was rather blind—or rather, had a different definition—to what treasure truly was.

It was a small book, but not shamefully so. It was bound in bright red leather, stamped in gold, and though it lacked an author's name on the title page, the title itself was too distracting for any of them to care;

A Collection of Erotic Postures

They were all varying shades of pink as each page was turned, the black and white engravings lacking color but bringing to light so many things. It was fascinating how the forms fit together.

Man and woman.

Nymph and satyr.

Woman and woman.

Man and man.

At first they spoke over their examination of the engravings—sharing their shock with each page that passed. But soon their shock was implied by mere gasps, and no words were shared until the end was reached and the book was closed.

It was inevitable that they would eventually grow curious enough to try one.

With the light now so very bright, how could they not wish to bring some of the acts to life?

Rhaenyra pointed to the sketch on page eight, captioned with;

Cunnilingue.

[stimulation to the cunnus via leikhein]

Aegon obliged.

She was slightly surprised, but not displeased by any means, to find that she felt little embarrassment or feelings of self consciousness in front of her brother’s—even with her skirts bundled in her lap, her legs spread, and Aegon’s face buried in the seam that led to her core.

She felt other things though. Good things. Things that had her fingers digging into Aegon’s curled locks and desperately trying to stifle gasps because gods be good this was—

When it was over, Aegon trailed his fingers through the mess, “You’re leaking, still, sister.”

She said nothing. If she was capable of speech at all, it didn’t matter, for she did not have the ability to find words to respond with, not in that moment.

She should have tried, though, for Aegon was rather smug and took charge while her wits were absent—“You should clean her up, Aemond.” He suggested.

She wasn’t worried, he was much too shy to follow his brother's suggestion.

Or so she thought.

He wasn’t as enthusiastic as Aegon, not as messy, either. He nuzzled her with his nose first—seeming to inhale her scent before he set about cleaning all that had spilled from her. It was rather ineffective, though, with how she peaked again in the process.

After that, speech was not the only thing that left her. She also found it rather difficult to walk.

…that did not stop her from demanding this act again the next day.

One day, the boys fought over who could have the pleasure of tasting her.

She rolled her eyes, they were closer to men now yet still acting like children and she was tired of it. She had just come to tolerate them as brother’s but she had no desire to mother them.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m now longer in the mood.” She said, dropping her skirts and crossing her arms.

Aegon sputtered, whereas Aemond just looked sad.

“I mean it, too. If you want to taste lips of any sort today your only option is each other’s.”

She hadn’t really expected them to take this as a command—or perhaps they didn’t, they were just waiting for any mention of such a thing so they could have this opportunity.

Regardless, the outcome was the same, and they wasted little time in joining their lips.

They didn’t part their lips until after they had rut together and spilled in their breeches.

Rhaenyra was…not jealous, exactly, but rather awed by the site of them together. For as annoying as her brothers could be, she had always known they were good looking. But this was somehow intensified several times over when they were together like this.

No, if anything, her frustration stemmed from the fact they had so much clothing on, rather than jealousy.

Perhaps, though, she was a little aroused.

That night, she told Aegon to feast on her folds until she came—then to share her flavor with his brother, using the vessel of his tongue.

They became hard during—of course they did, everything made them hard.

Boys.

Men.

Brothers.

She told them to take care of the unsightly stiffened lengths, and despite the flush that spread across Aemond’s cheeks she knew from the show that morning that he was not opposed.

But first, she demanded they remove their sleep clothes. She wanted to see it. See the pulse of their cocks when they came. The ropes of white seed across their pale skin, shining in the moonlight.

She wanted to see them lick it up with their greedy tongues, pink muscle lapping at light skin until the essence was gone and only saliva remained.

They did.

After—well, her arousal had bloomed to the point where she demanded Aemond’s mouth, too.

They fucked each other long before her. Fears of pregnancy making her weary of having their lengths in her cunt.

But it was not as if that was the only entry she had…in fact, this was detailed in the red book that they studied with more faithfulness than they ever had to the Seven.

The engravings showed the act, which involved what they called the,

‘Quim of every human—man and woman, tucked between the cheeks of one's arse.

This hole does not weep the way of a woman’s sheath, it must be greased or oiled — when adequately done,

the receptacle will still squeak, but they will not suffer.’

It spoke the truth. Aegon did squeak as his brother tentatively worked his long fingers into his parted cheeks.

He had to stifle screams when fingers were replaced by Aemond’s cock.

And so, this became a new game they played.

She watched them for weeks before deciding to partake. Aegon was enthusiastic in getting her ready, where Aemond was tentative about pressing into her. But in the end they were all breathless—well, except for Aegon, who wasted no time in taking his brother’s place inside her, his path lubricated by his siblings' seed.

It was good, the feeling of being stretched. Of being filled.

She wanted such a sensation somewhere else.

She had them—one after the other—in her cunt on her seventeenth name day. It was dangerous, she knew, but she had found notes in a midwifery book that spoke to safe times of the month, calculated by the days following a woman’s courses. And so she had tracked them dutifully for months until there was enough consistency she felt confident.

Even still, she told them they had to pull out. Her cunt would not taste their seed until she was married.

They obeyed, just as they always did.

Aegon went first, licking her until she came before pressing inside of her—the intrusion one that made them both groan with pleasure. His thrusts were uneven and it was over fast but she could see how one could find pleasure in this act, given enough practice.

He spilled across her stomach, before Aemond took his place.

He was longer.

The differences in their cocks was obvious when you looked at them, or felt them with your palm. She’d forced their lengths together as they stood, stroking and admiring the width of Aegon’s next to the length of Aemond’s. As if they had the same mass but were formed into different shapes, the same while not being even remotely similar. Quite like the men the appendages belonged to.

What she knew of their lengths before this was that Aegon’s was more of a challenge to get in, given the width of it. But once deep enough to slide with ease, she thought any intrusion in her rear felt rather the same.

But this.

She understood now, why women were meant to be penetrated here. Every drag of his cock lit up pathways of nerves inside her that made her clench and shiver. She felt the precise shape of him inside of her, the length, the curve, and it all culminated in her peaking—a moment before he pulled from her and spilled across her folds.

Both of them were prompt in how they licked up their seed, lilac eyes looking at her heaving bosom as she attempted to catch her breath, all while they continued to dine upon the masculine syrup coating her creamy flesh.

For their sixteenth birthday, she had them both.

Gods.

She did not believe in any faith, really, but this almost made her think some higher power existed. Why else would they bestow men and women with such parts that fit together like this? That felt so good?

She had never felt more powerful in that moment, when she was pressed between them, speared on both of them….and yet she had never felt more vulnerable, either, for she realized how small she now was compared to their forms. They had grown to a point where they could defy her commands, but they didn’t, and she trusted them, even with her body and something like this.

And for that reason, at that moment, she had never felt closer to them—and not just because she was full of their cocks, with lips pressing kisses to either side of her neck. Though she rather liked that part of this, too.

It was difficult enough to orchestrate that they were only able to have each other this way a handful of times in the following few months. But they hardly went unsatisfied, not with the engravings to guide them and their mouths and fingers eager to thrust when time or locale did not allow for a cock.

It was shaping up to be a rather blissful year, she thought.

And then, their father died.

story notes:

the "book" was inspired by later takes on the I Modi, a very erm, inspired, renaissance work with detailed engravings of numerous positions.

this was supposed to have a chapter two in which daemon returned to dragonstone and claimed the title for himself...along with his. brother's children. but due to lack of interest i've scrapped it for now.

#hotd #fanfic #ao3 #house of the dragon #Rhaenyra Targaryen #fic #a03 #HOTD #Angie writes #rhaegon #rhaemond #rhaenyra x aegon #rhaenyra x aemond #rhaenyra x aemond x aegon #greencest #twins #siblings #f/m/m #aegon/aemond

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snowprincesa1 · 6 months

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I think I’m falling into the deep end and low-key shipping Rhaenyra and Aegon ii (Rhaegon)..

HELP ME! (THIS IS A CRY FOR HELP)

#rhaegon #Rhaenyra Targaryen #Aegon ii Targaryen #rhaenyra x aegon #aegon x rhaenyra #hotd #house of the dragon #asoiaf #HELP ME #THEY WOULD BE MISERABLE #BUT WHY DO I SEE THE POTENTIAL????#AEGON LIKES MILFS AS WELL???#HAAAAHHHHHHHH #hotd shitpost

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bunbunbl0gs · 11 months

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Modern rhaenyra 💋

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almostthre · 1 year

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“Love is the death of duty.” That was something Aegon had heard through all of his life, mainly from his mother, however as time went on Aemond started to say it as well. Funny then that he has neither, for he was never built for duty and as as time would prove, love was not build for him.

#house of the dragon #hotd #hotd headcanon #aegon ii targaryen #aegon the elder #hotd alicent #alicent hightower #aemond targaryen #aegond #jacegon #jaegon #rhaegon #aegon x aemond #jace x aegon #rhaenyra x aegon

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franzkafkagf · 9 days

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i come over, i'm inside you (18+) HOTD Modern!AU

Rhaenyra is the CEO of a multinational family-run media empire, Aegon is her younger half-brother. A flirt, he cares little about the family-business, preferring to have fun instead.

She doesn't have the time to entertain him, she tells herself.

She decides to text him one particularly lonely night.

New Rhaegon fic! Inspired by Succession but with incest <3

#aegon ii targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaegon #rhaenyra x aegon #aegon x rhaenyra #hotd #house of the dragon #modern au #ales.txt

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thesilverlady · 1 year

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[rhaegon gifset 2/?]

“Aegon II was two-and-twenty, quick to anger and slow to forgive.”

#rhaegon #aegon ii targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra x aegon #aegon x rhaenyra #hotdedit #my edit #tom glynn carney #emma d'arcy #rhaegon gifset #thesilverladyedit #his face screams murder 😂 I can't #give me the possessive obsessed guy and I'll eat it anytime. I'm helpless

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yippi-yipp · 2 months

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World on Fire

author's note: hi! this is my first time EVER writing a fanfic! i thought long about it and decided to publish it. english isn't my first language so there might be some errors (sorry!). its not proof read :( hope you enjoy reading it!! :)

AU: Rhaenyra and Aegon are twins, they are both 16 years old. Aemma died while giving birth to Aemond, who is now 12 years old, while Helaena is 14. Viserys decided to not remarry. Alicent has the same age as the twins.

!!Warnings!!: incest (targcest), barely explict sex.

Chapter I

Rhaenyra was strolling in the godswood garden, the sun high up in the sky, a gentle breeze made her silver hair, which was in a soft braid, flow in the wind freely.

She spotted Aegon, sitting against the heart tree, reading some book that probably had 2000 pages, it was probably an erotica; like that one time that she found him reading 'A Caution for Young Girls' by Lady Coryanne Wylde, one of the ladies-in-waiting of Queen Alysanne.

When he saw her shadow on his book, he lifted his head up to look at her, a smirk appeared on his face, some of his silver hair was stuck to his forehead due to the hot weather that made him sweat like a pig.

She looked down at him and smiled softly, her arms were behind her back, she leaned down and took a look at the book that he was holding: "What are you reading? I assume that it's an history book, studying a little would do you quite well." she said in jest, she knew him well enough to know that he probably held an history book once or twice.

He looked down at his book and then back at her: "Well, it's definitely an history book!" he said jokingly, an heartly laugh coming out of his lips.

"I'm still reading the book that one of the ladies-in-waiting of Queen Alysanne wrote. I doubt that it's actually a biography like people say, but it's still a pretty good book. It's entertaining enough." he continued, before closing his book with a loud thud and now giving her his full attention.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with some septa, doing womanly things like knitting or something?" he asked, putting the book down beside him.

Rhaenyra sat down next to him, wrapping her arms around her legs, her pale yellow dress getting a little dirty from sitting down in a not-so-clean garden.

"I didn't feel like doing that. I preferred spending some time with my oh-so beloved brother!" She said with a smile, her head turned to the left to look into his amethyst eyes.

"Are you going to sneak out and go into the city tonight?" she said quietly, not wanting anyone to hear them.

"Aye, i always do that." he responded quietly as well. "Can you bring me with you? I've practically never went outside of the Red Keep." she asked quietly, reaching out to take his hand in hers, their fingers intertwining.

"What?! Are you crazy? Father would kill me if he found out that I took you with me out into the city!" he responded in a loud tone, he didn't want to take her out with the fear that, if, Viserys, their father, found out he would have his head.

"Please Aegon, I'll die if i spend one more boring night here!" she begged him. "Nonono, i like my head attached to my body, thank you." he answered, almost angrily, before letting his gaze soften, he leaned in to kiss her, hoping that she would forgive him for not taking her into the city.

She kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him tight as she kissed him passionately. When their lips parted, a string of their mixed saliva still connected them to eachother, Aegon chuckled before kissing Rhaenyra again to get rid of the string.

They were still in eachother's arms, their breath mixing, both of them taking in the smell of them together. Rhaenyra leaned in to give him a soft peck on his rost lips.

She leaned back and frowned slightly "Then why don't you stay at home with me? Just for tonight? We could...hide in some corner of the Keep, enjoy eachother's company."

She suggested hoping he would accept. "Just for tonight." he agreed. She smiled widely, and he did as well. "Do you think that father will accept to marry us? I'm 16 now, he wants me to get married soon and I don't want to marry a fat Lord or something like that. I want you" she changed topics.

They had already talked about marrying eachother, they would have loved waking up next to eachother for the rest of their lives, spending their days teaching their children High Valyrian.

Her eyes were looking straight into his, a profound sadness was into them, Rhaenyra always looked sad and he had no idea why. She had everything, people would kill to be in her place but she still complained about having to wear pretty dresses and spend her days reading on a bed with gold sheets.

"I think he will. If he won't, we'll get married anyway. We could...flee to Dragonstone and get married in secret, like King Jaehaerys did with his sister Alysanne." he responded softly, Rhaenyra smiled gently, hoping that he's right. "I should get going. I have a lesson with the Maester now. I'm actually going to study History now, I'm on the chapter about Aegon the Conqueror." he continued.

He kissed her lips and hugged her before he got up and walked away from the heart tree, stepping inside into the Red Keep. Rhaenyra was now all alone, she followed his every step with her eyes until he was no longer visible.

She could feel herself getting hot under her gown, the way his long hair looked like melted silver, it fell gracefully on his shoulders. She saw that he left the book that he was reading onto the soft grass, she took it up and opened it into a random page, reading a few lines of that erotic tome that Aegon loved so much.

It was page 104, the first lines cited this: -It was like there was a waterfall between my legs. He pulled me into a stable, a white stallion was next to us while we copulated. He pushed me gently onto the hay, he opened my dress open, he almost ripped my undergarments, he couldn't wait anymore, he had to dominate me right there, that second precisely. He placed himself right before my entrance, he was the key to my lock, my lips were parted in anticipation.-

Rhaenyra's cheeks became red, she understood now why the High Septon had burned almost all the copies of this book, but she was grateful that Aegon managed to keep one copy perfectly intact, she was quite invested into the biography of Lady Coryanne Wylde now: people say that she actually lost her maidenhead into that stable with that farm boy.

She closed the book with a thud and stood up, she looked up at the sky, the red leaves of the heart tree were casting a shadow over her, protecting her eyes from the sun. She held the book in one hand and the hem of her yellow-ish dress in the other, so she wouldn't trip over it and fall.

She walked inside and quickly strolled into her chambers, greeting Ser Criston Cole outside of her door and locking it behind her. She put the tome on her bed and changed into her night wear: a soft silk nightie in a beatiful white color.

She undid her hair, the braid that it was put in left it in soft waves. She hopped inside her bed and under the sheets, she opened the book and started reading it from the first page, hoping that in a few hours Aegon would sneak into her room from the secret passage that was next to her wardrobe.

After reading a few chapters, she fell asleep, even if it was still early in the evening, the sun was still high up in the sky and cast a soft, orange light on her face, enhancing her heavenly features.

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protector-of · 1 year

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Rhaegon art inspired by Sergio Cupido’s ‘Romeo and Juliet’

The ship that would have saved the realm

#game of thrones #valyrianscrolls #rhaegon fanart #rhaegon #house of the dragon #a song of ice and fire #aegon ii #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra x aegon

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rosehearys · 1 year

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Genderbend rhaegon with Rhaenyra as Rhaegar and Aegon as Viserra. 🔱

Rhaegar has no interest in marriage, or his younger half-sister for that matter, while Viserra was born just to be his wife.

#my art #genderbend au #house of the dragon #a song of ice and fire #hotd #asoiaf #rhaenyra #rhaenyra targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #aegon #rhaenyra x aegon #rhaegon

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anamazingangie · 8 months

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crisis verse by AmazingAngie | Daemon Targaryen + Rhaenyra + Aegon | Rated E | 50k words total (so far!)

Summary: Daemon was pretty sure when most people had the desire to care for something, they bought a plant—not a night with a pair of siblings who were half his age. But he never regretted the decision.

They were exactly his type, with pale hair he wanted to tug on, fair skin he wanted to nip at, and full lips he wanted to crush with his own. It was arousal at first sight to say the least—but love? Well that followed pretty soon after.

Now, if someone asked Daemon Targaryen to describe the relationship he had with the pair of siblings that lived in his house, slept in his bed, and regularly sucked his cock, he would….struggle to answer.

But he loved them more than anything, and by some miracle they loved him too. And wasn’t that enough?

Or: A story about a domineering man and his submissive partners who want nothing more than affection and praise. ft. Dom!Daemon, Bratty!Rhaenyra, and Puppy!Aegon

Universal Pairings: Daemon/Rhaenyra/Aegon, Daemon/Rhaenyra, Daemon/Aegon, Rhaenyra/Aegon

Universal Tags: Age Difference, Modern AU, Light Dom/Sub, Bisexuality, Safe Sane and Consensual, Healthy Relationships, Developing Relationships, Fluff, Smut, All comfort no hurt, Pet Names, Sibling Incest, Praise Kink, Touch Starved, the only thing dysfunctional here is his penis

a sign of maturity (or a midlife crisis)

Complete 2/2 | 8.2k | Tags: Verbal humiliation, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Oral Fixation, Erectile Dysfunction

Summary:

“They don't have much experience, they need to be broken in gently.”

“The girl—Rhaenyra can be bratty, but like all kittens I think after being claimed she will calm down. And the boy, Aegon, he’s a puppy already, he just needs a firm leg to hump against.”

“And since when have I been into that?”

“Since when haven’t you been into submissive things grinding on your shoes and cock?”

or: Daemon wasn't expecting what happened that night, or how it would change every night after it. But he wasn't complaining, either.

iron out the kinks

Complete 4/4 | 17.2k | Tags: Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Sex Toys, Anal Play, Verbal Humiliation, Public Sex, Public BJ, Breast Worship, Mention of Other Kinks

Summary:

“What do I like? Well, there is nothing better than coming home from work and finding something pretty waiting for you. Or, I suppose two pretty things.” He corrected.

“I like watching movies with someone in my lap, my fingers in their cunt. Or their mouth wrapped around my cock, just a warm place for my length to sit after a long day.”

“That sounds… good,” Aegon squeaked, and Rhaenyra nodded.

“I think we are compatible, then.” Daemon said with a grin.

or: Figuring out their dynamics and limits, and realizing just how well they fit together.

a mixture of the two

Complete 1/1 | 8.5k | DAEGON FOCUSED | Tags: Dirty Talk, Verbal Humiliation, Sex Toys, Restraints, Light BDSM, Anal Play, Anal Sex, Massage, M/M mentions of other kinks, daemon's dildo collection

Summary:

Daemon knew from personal experience that no dildo, strap, or plug, could compare to the feeling of a bare cock pressing into you. It didn’t matter the size or stretch, there was a heat and roughness that was just different.

So this was a beautiful thing, Aegon was beautiful in how he wanted to used like this, and how he trusted Daemon to be the one to use him. It was a gift he wouldn’t take for granted. And Rhaenyra? Well, she definitely didn’t mind watching.

Or: Daemon gives Aegon what he has been begging for.

a soft place to land

Complete 1/1 | 6.3k | DAEMYRA FOCUSED | Tags: Anal Play, Vaginal Sex, Faginal Fingering, Cock Worship, Cock Warming, Oral Fixation, Erectile Dysfunction

Summary:

They kissed while she rode him, and he did his part—thrusting up into her with what little leverage he had. It was lazy, but the perfect type of fuck for a Saturday morning, and she was the perfect girl.

And then his stupid fucking cock decided to ruin it.

Or: Daemon's week with Rhaenyra doesn't go as planned.

(can be read as a standalone one shot)

something really special

Complete 1/1 | 9k | Tags: Butt Plugs, Public Display of Affection, Mentioned Public Sex, No Sex, 5+1 Things, Implied/Referenced Homophobia

Summary:

It was hard to explain how he felt about them, though he tried, given his friends inquire.

“They have their flaws, I don’t have them on a pedestal where they are doomed to fall and disappoint me.”

This was ironic, given that they were literally on a raised platform in front of him right now—and having sex on it, not that, that was fully relevant.

“But gods, it feels like they were put on this earth just for me. Like they are a gift that fell from the heavens and into my lap and it’s my duty—and pleasure to care for them as long as they’ll let me.”

or: Daemon’s POV as five people find out about his slightly unconventional, and slightly kinky relationship with Rhaenyra and Aegon + the POV of someone who does not find out (something they are all extremely grateful for)

TBC! Maybe. Dividers by @firefly-graphics banners and whatnot by ME.

#angie writes #fanfiction #my fanfic #fanfic recs #daemyra #rhaegon #daegon #throuple #rhaenyra x daemon #rhaenyra x aegon #aegon x daemon #daemon x aegon x rhaenyra #targaryen #modern au #hotd #house of the dragon #hbo #got #asoif

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