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sapphire-writes · 1 year

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Playing with Fire (part 4)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader x Aegon II Targaryen

summary: Your wedding approaches along with the bedding ceremony and wedding night. Your husband has a delicious surprise prepared.

warnings: 18+ nsfw, explicit spicy scenes (p in v, all the bases being covered, oral, fingering), do not interact if you don't want spice

word count: 3.7k

note: thanks for being patient, I hope this gives you all the spicy feels!

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“I cannot believe this day has come,” your mother says, with tears in her eyes as she smoothes the gown you wear.

It is beautiful, a creamy ivory color made of silks that cling to every curve of your body, the skirts cascading towards the floor.

“Now, my darling,” your mother says, clasping her hands in yours, “there are responsibilities you need to attend to tonight.”

The bedding ceremony. When the lords and ladies who attend the feast tear at the bride and groom, ripping the silks from their bodies like paper from a package. Gooseflesh appears as you think about it.

“The marriage bed is nothing to be afraid of,” your mother assures you, eyes kind and warm.

You feel conflicted with the different stories you have heard from other ladies losing their maidenheads.

“Prince Aegon shall be kind to you,” your mother says, stroking your cheek.

Will he? Aegon is many things, but kind you are not sure is one of them. In fact, Aemond had told you as much.

The wedding ceremony itself is a blur, a whirlwind of silks and smiles as you are carted to the castle sept and presented before Aegon. You feel as though you are in a dream as he places the cloak of House Targaryen on your back.

Now you suppose you are a dragon as well.

Aegon smiles at you and kisses you sweetly as a prince should when your vows are spoken. His eyes are lustful, his smile predatory. Now he has you in his jaws, your neck stuck between his teeth. The feeling both terrifies and excites you.

“Congratulations, my lady,” Aemond says, giving you a soft smile later at the feast.

Your heart flutters hearing his voice. Aemond was rather stoic during the ceremony, keeping off to the side alongside his sister Helaena. You had tried speaking to him after your engagement was announced, but there never seemed to be time. Aemond was an evasive creature, hard to catch like one of Helaena’s butterflies.

“Aemond,” you breathe him in, “many thanks, my prince.”

You stand beside him in silence for a moment as the feast continues around you. Aemond places his hands behind his back as you take a sip from your cup.

“I must admit, I did not expect to be chosen,” you tell him, warm from the wine.

“You are an excellent choice,” Aemond insists, causing you to blush.

“You are too kind, my prince,” you tell him, “your flattery shall go to my head.”

“I should hope so,” Aemond says, causing you to look at him.

He notices your empty cup, before wrapping his fingers around it, expelling it from your grip. His fingers leave a tingling sensation behind on your own.

“You are a delightful woman, you should be understanding of that,” he continues, giving the cup to a servant who passes by.

You bashfully glance toward the floor. Aemond was a kind man, something you felt ashamed to admit you never thought of before meeting him. The tales of the cold prince fluttered throughout the ladies of court just as much as Aegon’s lecherous reputation.

“Are you nervous about your wedding night?” Aemond asks, and you feel yourself blush.

“Would you believe me if I said no?” you ask and he chuckles.

“You needn’t be afraid, my lady,” Aemond assures you.

There is a look in his violet eye, as though he is sure of the words he speaks. Without a shadow of a doubt in his mind that he speaks the truth. You wet your lips, looking toward the head table. Aegon is seated, a goblet of wine dangling from his fingers. He has just finished speaking with his mother when his gaze falls on you and Aemond.

Aegon’s eyes are half-lidded, and a lazy smile appears on his face revealing his teeth. A dragon lapping its jaws. His eyes flicker from you to Aemond, before he raises his goblet, as though toasting you both. You can feel your face drain of color.

You do hope you have not upset him.

“I suppose I should attend to my husband,” you tell Aemond, who nods in agreement. His gaze flickers about your face, as though attempting to read your thoughts.

Aegon stands when you reach him, arm lacing around your waist.

“What says, my brother?” Aegon murmurs, placing a kiss below your ear causing you to shiver.

“He wished to share his congratulations,” you inform him, as his hand reaches to stroke your cheek, maneuvering himself so he can continue to kiss your neck.

Something you’ve begun to learn about Aegon is that it is never just one kiss, a trail of them follows.

“Mhmm,” Aegon seems pleased by your answer, continuing his adoration of your neck, down to your collarbone.

You feel the color returning to your face, and spot Aemond watching from across the room. So very strange, you think to yourself, to always be passed between the stares of the dragon princes.

Later that night, the door closes behind Aegon, clicking shut.

Aegon circles you; he is a predator finally cornering his prey. His eyes hungrily indulge in your form that shows through your sheer shift. Your gown had been removed long ago, as lords prepared you for the bedding.

A chaotic moment it was, to feel tens of hands on you, pulling and tearing at the fabrics of your gowns, pulling the ornaments from your hair. Aegon was stripped as well, Cassandra Baratheon had pushed herself to the front helping herself to tear at the laces of his breeches.

Your skin feels hot under Aegon’s gaze now as you stand so bare before him, as though his eyes produce dragonfire searing your flesh.

You wonder if you’ll ever stop feeling this burning for him.

Aegon walks over to you, only wearing a loose white shirt. He reaches for a cup that lies on the table, taking a quick sip, before holding it out to you.

You take it from him, mirroring his actions.

“Are you nervous?” he asks, voice rough with desire. He is clearly holding himself back from ravishing you on the stone floor.

You feel your cheeks grow warm. This is it, this is truly happening. You find yourself nodding, eyes cast toward the floor. You wish you were not so shy, so embarrassed under his gaze. You know his experience, and you wonder what he expects of you.

Aegon clicks his tongue, placing a finger underneath your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“There is no need to be,” he assures you, giving you a comforting grin.

You cannot help but smile back, there is something about Aegon that does that. He melts the fear from your body like freshly fallen snow. He cups your cheek with his hand, bringing your mouth to his.

The kiss is passionate, he slices your lips open with his tongue before plunging it into your mouth. The feeling of his tongue in your mouth sends a sharp feeling of desire trickling down your navel to the place beneath your small clothes. Aegon’s hands are very busy, the one that guides your face trails down to hold your waist, pressing you against him while the other cups your bottom.

All the while he is walking you backward, toward the bed. He is very skilled; you cannot help but notice how easy it is for him to guide you, to touch and squeeze you in places that have you gasping against his mouth.

“Do not be afraid,” Aegon murmurs, “I prepared this evening with only your utmost pleasure in mind.”

As he says this, his fingers find their way underneath your shift, touching you through your small clothes. He lets out a moan at the wetness he finds there, before pushing his fingers past the barrier, stroking them through your silky folds.

You let out a dramatic whine, cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the lewd sound. Aegon merely takes this as encouragement, teasing at your entrance with his finger.

“I have to get you ready,” he tells you, through his kisses, before pushing a finger into your constricting, wet heat.

He curls the digit within you, pressing his thumb against the sensitive bud that lies at the top of your folds, causing you to writhe against him at the newfound bliss.

“That’s it,” he says, drinking in your mewls and moans, before slipping a second finger inside of you.

“Aegon, oh,” you moan against his mouth as he continues to fuck you with his fingers, slowly working you open. He sinks his teeth into your lower lip and something peaks inside of you, causing pleasure to roll across your skin, down your spine, all the way to your toes.

Your legs wobble, as Aegon leads you toward the bed, tearing your shift over your head, leaving you naked before him. His eyes trail down your figure, truly devouring you as though a man famished. A smile breaks out across his face.

“Lay back, my love,” he instructs, removing the remainder of his clothes as you obey him.

He climbs on top of you, kissing you again, lips trailing down your neck, over the swell of your breasts. He lavishes the peaks of your breasts with attention, tongue swirling around your nipples. You can feel his cock nudging at your entrance and take a breath.

“It’s alright,” he tells you, kissing the tip of your nose, “I’m right here with you, bite on me if you need.”

You nod as he begins to push into you, the stretch causing you to gasp. It is much more than his fingers, and you find yourself taking him up on his offer, sinking your teeth into his shoulder.

Aegon whines at this, hips slapping against you. The pain ebbs at that moment, a wave of pleasure rolling through you.

You make love like that for quite some time, Aegon finding his release, emptying his seed deep within your womb. But he is not a man easily satisfied. Nearly moments after his release, his cock hardens, and he turns you around on your hands and knees to take you as though he is more beast than man.

You do not mind, the new position sends moans pouring from your mouth as he plows you into the feathered pillows.

There is a sharp knock on the door, causing your head to snap up. You turn slightly to look behind you at Aegon, panic flashing across your face. His smile is wide as he continues to drill into you so hard your arms shake trying to hold yourself up.

“Enter!” Aegon calls.

“Aegon!” you desperately call, earning a sharp slap on your backside.

What the seven hells is he doing?

The door is heard opening, and footsteps in the antechamber. Your heart pounds in your chest, but you can’t stop whimpering as Aegon’s cock splits you in two.

“Come in, come in,” Aegon says, fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts harder, faster.

Your eyes are wide as you hold up your lolling head, prepared to meet the eyes of some knight who shall surely be utterly horrified at the sight of Prince Aegon ruining his new bride in this animalistic position.

You instead see Aemond Targaryen.

Shame courses through you, and you feel as though your entire body has ignited in flames. You meet his eye but quickly look away, letting your elbows fall into the feather mattress. Aegon’s strokes slow, but do not stop.

“Brother,” he says, rather formally, “was there something you needed?”

Aemond is staring at you, watching as you try to hide your face, your body from him.

“My lady,” Aemond addresses you directly. Always a polite man. Seven hells.

You do not answer, fingers clutching the sheets of the bed. Perhaps Aegon can fuck you so hard into the mattress you shall disappear altogether. Aegon has different plans. He tangles a hand in your hair, lifting your head, and forcing you to look at Aemond.

“My brother addressed you, dearest,” Aegon says, “do not be rude.”

A whimper leaves your lips.

“My prince,” you someone managed to say, as Aegon has begun to increase the rhythm of his strokes.

Aemond nods, slowly walking closer to the bed. You do not know where to look, you wish he would not approach you. Surely whatever he needed could be attained at a different time.

“Tell me, my lady,” Aegon asks, “do you think me unobservant?”

His fingers dig into your waist, as he snaps forward. Your head is spinning from the pleasure, the embarrassment, the excitement, and the confusion. Surely you are dreaming.

“What?” you ask, voice a strangled moan.

“I see the way you look at him,” Aegon says, a matter of factly, “much like how you look at me.”

Aemond is right in front of you now, watching as Aegon plunges himself into you. Your breath comes in pants, sure that Aegon is displeased, that he means to punish you in some way.

“Do you like how my brother fucks you?” Aemond asks, bringing a hand under your chin, forcing you to look at him.

The question stuns you. Tears spring from the corner of your eyes.

“Yes!” you cry out and Aemond hums at your response.

“I told you Aegon was not usually kind,” Aemond said, letting his thumb stroke over your bottom lip; a shiver rolls through you.

“She likes it, brother,” Aegon says, snapping his hips against you.

“I do,” you moan in agreement, as Aegon’s cock massages a spot within you that makes your vision blur and your thighs tremble.

“That’s it,” Aegon says, bringing his hand towards the apex of your thighs, using your slick arousal to fondle the precious pearl that lies hidden there.

You release a moan, a tangled mess of both their names.

“Hear that brother?” Aemond teases, “even with you inside of her she calls for me.”

Aegon yanks you up by your hair, a deliciously painful sensation on your scalp as he drags you flush against him. He remains nestled inside of you, as his lips find your ear.

“Do you like him better?” Aegon taunts, placing a wet kiss on your neck. You can feel his smile; he is teasing you, taunting you.

“No..” you moan, “I want…I-”

How can you possibly tell them what you want? What you desire?

“What dear wife?” Aegon says, lazily thrusting up into you, “tell me what you desire and I shall make it so.”

You whimper against him, as he holds your hips guiding them up and down on his thick shaft.

“I want you both,” you murmur, an embarrassed whisper.

The brothers are silent for a moment, the sound of soft, wet slapping the only noise in the room despite the small whimpers that leave your mouth.

“You heard her,” Aegon says, causing your eyes to snap open.

“Say it again,” Aemond demands, still standing at the foot of the bed, watching you intently.

“I want you both,” you repeat, more confidently this time.

“Greedy, greedy wife,” Aegon purrs, as his hand curls around your breast.

He lifts you from his cock, twisting you onto your back before re-entering you, placing one of your legs on his shoulder so he can thrust into you deeper. Your head hangs from the side of the bed, as he pounds into you.

“What am I to do with such a greedy, lustful wife?” he taunts, placing a kiss on your breast, and stretching your hamstring until the burn is almost unbearable.

You wonder if this is what it shall be like to be married to a Targaryen, always a constant state of burning.

“Brother?” he calls, never relenting his strokes, “help me with my wife, will you?”

Aemond moves to the side of the bed, and within an instance, his breeches fall revealing his cock. It is not as thick as Aegon’s though it still has a girth that makes your eyes widen.

“Get him ready,” Aegon tells you when you do nothing but gawk at Aemond’s cock that stands erect in front of you.

“How?” you ask, unsure of the next steps.

“With your mouth,” Aegon directs, “get him nice and ready and I’ll let him fuck you kindly.”

A thrill runs through you at the thought and Aemond steps forward. You unhook your jaw and let him slide his hot length through your parted lips.

Aemond’s pace is different than Aegon’s, as though he is holding back from fucking your throat relentlessly. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat causing you to gag.

Aegon moans at that.

“Do that again,” he says, lifting your leg off his shoulder to hold it in the air.

Aemond rolls his hips forward gently, causing you to gag again. Aegon groans at the noise.

“Fuck that’s a pretty sound,” Aegon moans, rolling his hips in such a way that makes your toes curl with pleasure.

“Seven hells,” Aemond hisses when you hollow your cheeks, and experiment with moving your tongue.

Aemond brings his hands to your breasts, tweaking and pinching your pebbled nipples.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Aegon says, “I knew the moment I saw her I had to have her.”

“As did I,” Aemond says, causing you to whimper around his cock.

You feel so unbelievably full from both ends, unaware that it was possible to feel this amount of pleasure. Tears leak from the corners of your eyes, as you feel Aegon’s thumb begin to circle the sensitive pearl at the apex of your thighs.

You feel your thighs begin to tremble, as Aegon continues his attention. Your moans and gags grow louder around Aemond’s cock, the room filling with wet sounds. The pleasure builds and you find your release, cunt clenching around Aegon’s cock. He makes a breathless noise as he feels you tighten around him.

“Seven hells,” Aegon moans, before unsheathing himself from you, “what a good girl you are.”

You cannot answer, due to Aemond’s cock in your mouth and your hazy brain coming down from your orgasm. Aegon chuckles.

“Go on then,” he says to Aemond, “be sweet to her.”

Aegon climbs off the bed, positioning himself in a chair, and fisting his still-hard cock. Aemond removes his cock from your mouth, a trail of spit connecting you to the tip. Aegon bites his lip at the sight.

Aemond maneuvers you on the bed, gently cradling your head until it rests on a pillow. His touch is different from Aegon’s, not as rough, not as hasty. You look at your husband, his eyes are dark with lust.

“What about you?” you ask, voice shaky. He grins at your words, head tilting backward.

“I know,” he purrs, “I’m being awfully generous, and on my wedding night as well.”

He pumps his cock again using the slick from your cunt, his flushed tip weeping precum.

“You are my wife,” Aegon says, as though reminding you.

You turn your head toward Aemond, who now hovers above you.

“May I kiss you?” he asks, eye flickering to your lips.

What an odd question to ask when his cock has already been in your mouth.

“Yes,” you breathe, and Aemond leans down, capturing your lips in a kiss.

You can feel his thighs brush against yours, his heavy cock nudging your legs apart. He reaches a hand down, barely having to try with how wet you are, sliding inside your tight warm heat with ease.

You moan against his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck, holding him close to you. Aemond is different, he feels different inside of you. He slowly rolls his hips against you, a gentle, even pace that has you clutching the hair at the nape of his neck.

Aemond moves his mouth to your neck, kissing the hot flesh. Your head turns to the side, watching Aegon tug himself at the sight of Aemond fucking you. His mouth hangs open, lips curling into a smirk. Aemond’s head is buried in the other side of your neck, his pants music to your ears.

You drop a hand from Aemond’s shoulders, reaching toward Aegon. He rises from the chair almost instantly and you wrap your hand around his neck. He covers your mouth in a hot kiss, laying beside you. Aemond lifts himself up, before unsheathing himself from you, laying on the other side.

You turn to face Aegon, as Aemond lifts your leg, to continue to fuck you as you lay on your side. Your mouth falls open at a new angle, the tightness allows your cunt to swallow Aemond’s cock.

Aegon kisses you, his hand reaching between your legs. A desperate moan is swallowed by your husband, and you reach your hand to stroke him as well.

“That's it,” he says against your mouth. Aemond bites into your shoulder.

“Gods,” you breathe a pathetic whine that causes both men to chuckle.

“Close,” Aegon murmurs, “this is how a queen should be treated. Do you agree?”

You nod desperately.

“You are a dream,” Aegon purrs, “a delectable dream.”

You cry out as your second orgasm washes over you, you feel Aemond find his release as well, spilling his hot seed inside of you.

Aegon continues rubbing you until you’re pushing against him, pleading with him to release you. He does not, only rolls you off Aemond’s softening cock and onto his, having you straddle him. Aegon pulls you down, not allowing you to ride him (that shall be for another occasion). Instead, he holds you flat against his chest, beginning to jackhammer up into you, chasing his release.

You become a babbling mess, clenched so tightly when Aegon finds his release, your cunt milking him for all he is worth. You droop off of Aegon, falling in the space between the brothers, shaking from the pleasure you received, their mingled releases spilling from your entrance.

You feel Aemond place a gentle kiss on your shoulder, as Aegon moves a strand of hair from your brow.

“I am afraid some of my reputation, holds water,” Aegon admits, fingers trailing down your chest.

You hum, unable to form words.

“But I am not a selfish lover,” Aegon continues, “you are my wife, and I shan’t deny what brings you pleasure.”

You can feel Aemond growing hard again, as his cock presses against your backside. Aegon’s hand cups your breast, squeezing it softly.

“Is that alright?” Aegon asks, though his amused expression seems to already know the answer.

You flutter your lashes at him, leaning into Aemond, before answering with a tired smile and a nod.

It was to be a long night, shared between the dragon princes.

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neonlight2 · 10 months

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Jaehaera Targaryen (oc)

Masterlist

How did everyone react to her growing up and becoming more… scandalous? (Part 1)

Warning: small intervals of absolutely filthy smut— you’ve been warned.

Post “brothel incident”

Viserys

Where to begin…

The man man was absolutely belligerent when he found out about the small “trip” Daemon had taken Jaehaera and Rhaenyra on.

I think we all know that Daemon would get the brunt of it. He gets banished, as we know, and Rhaenyra is given the moon tea— which Jaehaera witnessed.

The banishment she did not. She would find that out later, early in the morning.

No, she was with Rhaenyra all the way through. As Viserys chewed into his heir more viscously than he’d ever before. I’m fact, Jaehaera may have even viewed him as a threat; the feeling would nullify not to long after however. She sat back, out of respect and some fear by the hard glare her father had given to her when she tried to argue for Rhaenyra. There she sat, until her father left— without a word said to her— and she watched as a cup was placed in front of Rhaenyra by one of the maesters.

Thus her hatred for them intensified ten fold.

She saw the way Rhaenyra’s eyes welled up with tears, and Jaehaera even offered to toss it out the window.

“No one need know Nyra. Just ask me so and it’ll be done.”

Rhaenyra shook her head and downed it in one gulp. A single tear trailed down the girls cheek, flicked off by the soft pad of Jaehaera’s thumb. She kneeled before the other princess, holding her face close to her own, whispering sweet nothings and hymns in valerian. It only took a few minutes for Rhaenyra to fall asleep, like putty in the magical girl’s hands, and that’s when Jaehaera bid her goodnight with a kiss.

Jaehaera would then seek out her father, pinning the growing knot to the depths of her stomach. This would be one of the moments the girl had ever felt truly scared after being rescued. Treacherous thoughts bubbled at the surface of her anxiety like clockwork.

You’ve done it now.

You’re spoiled goods.

You’re repulsive, and there’s no getting your reputation back.

He’ll toss you aside now.

He finally sees you as you are.

She simply swallowed them back the best she could as she twisted the door knob of the hidden entrance, leading to Viserys chambers, tight enough to tame the tremor in her hands.

“Father I know I have shamed you, I come to apologize. Please do not blame Rhaenyra, she would not have gone if I had not agreed, and Daemon—,”

“He’s been banished.”

Jaehaera would be taken back by the information, but then thought she should have known. She’d stare at the back of Viserys head, for he would not look at her. So she did the only thing she knew. She groveled, and she pleaded.

“My king, I understand if you wish me gone. Just order me to do so and I’ll be gone by daylight. All I ask is that I be allowed to take Shrykos with me. We’re bonded, and I’m afraid of what she might do if separated from me—,”

“What in the seven hells are you talking about child?!” Viserys would suddenly be in front of her, eyes wide, eyebrow furrowed, and mouth agape in disbelief to what he was hearing.

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but I swear I would never use her or any other dragon against the royal family—,” Jaehaera carried on, misunderstanding his expression for outrage due to her request.

“You’re family,” Viserys interrupted, grabbing the girl by the arm to hoist her up, “You are royal. You are a dragon. You are a Targaryen— my daughter.”

His nose would scrunch up in disgust. Not at her, never at her, but at himself. Had he truly made her think such a thing? That he would give her up? After all this time, he’d at least thought he made it clear how much her cherished her.

“I am merely angry my dear,” he scoffed, “and truly not even for your actions, nor Rhaenyra’s. You’re both children and wild, so was I. I am angered by your reputations being questioned, and so easily at that. I was only hard on Rhaenyra because she is my heir. Her reputation being at stake puts her hold to the throne at risk.”

Viserys would spend hours trying to convince Jaehaera that this would mean nothing. That this event would go by, that all would be well, that she would need not worry about leaving or being asked to do so. He’d continue to remind her that this was her home. Her family. Until the sun rose, he’d tell her that. It was only when she fell asleep at his feet, after fiddling with a new wooden project, that he realized that it was himself he was trying to convince.

Were his words enough.

Viserys would from then on put a warning on Jaehaera’s name. The first time someone else questioned her honor after that day, they were dismissed, dismembered, or disappeared. This brought a hushed whisper when the princess was brought into conversation at court. But she could feel their eyes. Jaehaera just chose to ignore them, later finding it funny to wink or bite jokingly at them— making most of them flinch either way.

And when it came to favors or requests… well Jaehaera had never been denied before.

It was rather easy to have Edeline become her private maid. (The princess had offered ladyship, but the girl refused, wishing to not take part of court. However, Jaehaera forbid her from actually ever working without getting paid.)

Otto

Holy shit this man would not get off Jaehaera’s back.

Spies would always try and follow her around, find out information on what or who she was doing. Key word being try.

Jaehaera knew about them of course. You can’t exactly sneak up on a shadow. They were playing her game; they were bound to lose.

So— naturally, Jaehaera took this as an act of war, and she did what she did best… making Otto Hightower look irrelevant.

Whatever he knew, she knew first. Whenever he was conjuring up a scheme, she was there to stop it. And if he even dared to whisper in the kings ear in order to persuade his opinion— let’s just say Jaehaera was standing on the other side of her father, listening, and laughing at his audacity. Particularly when it came to the affairs of her beloveds.

“You’re majesty, you’re brother is far to rash, even if he wins the war what would stop him from creating another one from within these very walls—,”

“I could always go.” She’d suggest, practically scaring Otto out of his skin.

“To war?” Both men would ask, their tones differing greatly.

Calming the smugness threatening to rise up her cheeks, the princess nodded. “I’ve enough skill in strategy, and I’ve bested every soldier you’ve put in front of me. This is a small war as well, it should be a great one for me to begin with.”

“We’ll that would be preposterous—,”

“Very well.”

Otto almost lost his eyes due to shock that day. A woman— a princess was allowed into battle, to accompany the Rogue prince, and then proceeded to win AND rekindle the peace between the two siblings.

He was livid.

Oh and how he hated as she got closer to Alicent. His daughter had always adored the younger girl, finding no flaw. She would not here of any slander, not even from her father. Which only grew worse after he pushed her to marry Viserys.

He’d hoped that this would have put some rift in the girl’s relationship, it had with the other, Princess Rhaenyra. But no matter how hard he tried to place wicked thoughts of doubt into Alicent’s head regarding the raven haired dragon, she would become deaf to his words. She drifted from his control, became more independent. More defiant.

The only thing that brought him ease was the thought of his grandson succeeding the throne. But Jaehaera seemed to kill that dream as well.

“Perhaps if the princess were to marry… prince Aegon?”

A gagging noise came from behind him and Viserys, who also looked disgusted by the notion. Jaehaera quickly wrapped her arms around the back of her fathers chair, “The boy is barely two! That is foul.”

Viserys would hear no more of it.

All of this only egged Otto on to take revenge. And he only knew one way to do it.

He went for Jaehaera’s cherished handmaiden, Edeline.

He thought it would be the easiest, for she were a mere servant.

First, the plan was simple. Expose the true nature of the princess and the maid’s relationship to court, that way Viserys could no longer turn a blind eye, and he’d have to banish the girl from the grounds.

Yeah that didn’t work out to well…

Their breathing was haggard, filling the palace hall’s shamefully with desperate whines and the slapping of skin. Lords and Ladies passed by with burning cheeks, while others simply stopped to watch as the couple pleasured themselves— in their own room. The door was left open, inviting any onlookers to watch as the princess tossed the girl around like a rag doll. She held her thighs firm to the mattress as she ravaged her maid, before pulling away and turning her over to show the audience her weeping cunt. Or she’d bend her over the mattress, slapping the same sensitive area, then fucking her relentlessly with her fingers. Only to flip her over once again, after she had cum for the fifth time, to ride her Edeline’s face, making sure to make a good show for Otto’s spies— who had in fact opened the door (not knowing that she had left it unlocked for that very reason).

Let’s just say, she wasn’t reprimanded— and Viserys had Otto’s spies trialed.

Since that didn’t work, Otto thought he’d have someone — paid off knights— harass the poor girl instead until she finally left on her own accord.

Yeah… those guys ended up dead.

And it was only until a certain incident that he’d be able to hurt Edeline. That would also be the day his death sentence was written.

Rhaenys and Corlys

Literally could not give a shit. I stand by my statement that Corlys is an ally. He had a rough patch at first but as time past, let’s be real— he’s an ally. (He is in my story cause I said so)

Man believes in equal chances, so if men get to sleep around, then so do women. Simple as that. (Unless if they’re married and have promised to be loyal— not a Laenor and Rhaenyra situation— cause he doesn’t fuck around with infidelity.) I swear if Daemon had cheated on Laena, all hell would have broke loose.

Anyway— his son is also gay, and Laena is bi, so at this point he just has to expect that fruitiness is in his genes. And he treats Jaehaera like a daughter, so it’s not that big of a deal.

ALSO he hates Otto. So does Rhaenys. Because Jaehaera definitely talks shit about him to them all the time. There’s no doubt in my mind that she has in fact just traveled over to see them to vent and rant about how much of a pain in the ass Otto has been.

Oh, and they both know Edeline– everyone does let’s just clear the air. Corlys is kinda neutral about his feelings toward the girl. He doesn’t think anyone is good enough for Jaehaera, but Edeline makes her happy so he likes her in that since— and is kind to her/protects her when he can because Jaehaera cares for her.

Rhaenys, however, more of a love-hate relationship. No matter how hard she tries the only fault she can find in the girl is that she wished Jaehaera to be with Laena more. Selfish reason she knows. But she ships hardcore. But she definitely wouldn’t go out of her way to be cruel to her either.

(We’ll get more into that later.)

Daemon

He loves it… kinda.

Daemon revels in Jaehaera’s mischief, chaos, and numerous of scandals, which only grew after the whole brothel incident. But what he loved the most is when he’s apart of her shenanigans.

When he was banished, in the beginning he would live for the stories of what Jaehaera would do. However, as time passed and the tales grew wilder, Daemon became restless. Soon what had become fun and humorous was now something he envied and longed for.

And he promised himself that after he won the war, he would never be without the girl for too long.

Although, he didn’t expect her to appear in front of him before the battle began.

“Have you missed me, my Prince?”

The way he would have RAN to her.

It didn’t matter that she was now his height, or that she was clad in armor— begrudgingly due to her father’s request. Daemon was simply elated and showed it by tossing her in the air, before engulfing her in a hug.

“I’ll take that as a yes then.” She’d joke, petting his head like an excited dog. “You know this would not have been a problem if you would simply stop getting banished.”

“I might have to take your advice.” He whispered, laying dozens of kisses along her neck, cheeks, and finally her brow.

“Would you kindly unhand my dear friend, Prince Daemon?” Laenor would interject, only earning a glare and a shove from Corlys. “What?! We need her to debrief!”

Oh and during the battle he’d gossip like a young lady in court, wanting to know if all the rumors were true.

When he returns to court, he keeps his promise and doesn’t get banished. He leaves on his own accord, often after Jaehaera would leave as well. He couldn’t stand being in court without her. Everything always seemed rather…dull. He had Rhaenyra of course, but she felt like forbidden ground. No matter how much he wished, Daemon couldn’t bring himself to go to her. He thought he was sparing her, taking away the temptation. As if he did know what went on between her and Sir Strong. Nor did she seem to acknowledge whatever relations he had.

Speaking of relations… Daemon and Laena.

That incredible ship is also thanks to Jaehaera.

The night of Rhaenyra and Laenor’s wedding, that obviously went to shit, Jaehaera danced with everyone she found pleasant. Yet she saved the most for Daemon and Laena. She had caught the looks shared between them, and found herself intrigued. It wasn’t long before Jaehaera left the cloak that had been wrapped around her frame go, revealing a dressed made specially from this very occasion— a gift from her father.

It was rare that the princess wore a dress, and for most a once in a life time opportunity.

The silk hugged her body until it reached the end of her spine, flowing out enough for it to take up a third of the floor when she spun. It was scarlet red, to no surprise, and accented with the finest gold, highlighting the glided plates covering her breasts. She look like a temptress, ready to plunge her sword into your heart if you dared to come too close.

This caught the attention of almost every lord or lady, and Jaehaera couldn’t help but grin as she watched Daemon and Laena’s gaze flicker between her and each other. Therefore, it almost shocked the girl when Lady Laena was the first to move, making her way toward the princess with those flirtatious eyes.

Gods she was gorgeous.

And if Jaehaera hadn’t cared for Daemon, she may have simply stolen the lady away to have her all to herself. That did give her an idea though.

In between the midst of a feverish dance, the eighth of the night for the inseparable trio— where touches had grown all consuming and more persistent in nature— Daemon finally relented to the constant teasing Jaehaera inflicted on them both. He halted their movements when it was his turn with her, whilst she kept an eye on their prime target of infatuation.

“What are you playing at Issa jaesa?”

“Why? Do you not wish to play anymore?” She asked with a teasing look.

Growing increasingly more restless, Daemon gripped the back neck to cease her wandering gaze. “I don’t like being left out of the rules.”

“Aw Dae,” she cooed at him like a child whilst running her nails through his recently cut hair. “You should know by now that there’s no rules.”

She’d escape his grip with a quick, hard tug of his hair, sliding under his arm to retrieve the Lady Laena. The daughter of the Lord of Driftmark giggled as Jaehaera pulled her close, swaying to music with playful sensuality. Soon the Princess would shift their feet in a new direction, disguising it with twists and twirls, and in a few seconds the girls had escaped the frenzy of the lively dance floor.

Daemon watched closely as Jaehaera led Laena away, hand firm on her waist while continuing to whisper in her ear. He didn’t miss the wink she sent him before they made their exit however.

It too him longer to make his way through, another way for the gods to punish him once again, because every lady of age wished to seduce the rough prince who was free of engagement. And every othe lord w wanted to congratulate him on his successes or talk his ear off for a proposal.

When he finally broke free to, one might say he was running out the door. The Prince walked furiously, keeping his ears open for an either of their voices— until he noticed a crack in the wall.

Sneaking his way through the small, practically unnoticeable, entryway, Daemon finally heard them. And what he saw matched the obscenities he had been imagining all afternoon.

Hidden in the darkness of the secret passageway, Laena was pressed against the cold stone walls. Her skin was flush, matching her shallow breathing and mewling whispers muffled by the back of her own hand. Small spots of red and purple decorated the top of her breast— low enough to hide later but not now when they pressed firmly against her bodice. Whilst her dress was bunched up at her hips, which were being pinned down by Jaehaera as she ravaged the girls wetness as if it were the elixir of life.

All of this was no shock to the Prince; he knew that that the fellow dragon’s hunger battled his. Yet he couldn’t help but laugh at the position she had contorted the Lady in.

It would seem the Princess would kneel for nothing other than her duty or honor, for rather than stooping to devour Lady Laena’s cunt, she simply elevated her lover. She held the woman firm to the wall, legs laid atop her shoulders, as she held her hips and the plush of her ass. The sight drove Dameon mad with lust, and he could feel as the blood rushed to his cock, leaving a bulge for both the women to notice as proof.

“Isn’t she wonderful Daemon?” Jaehaera asked, humming each word to make Laena’s head rush with ecstasy. “Look at how she quivers against my tongue.”

Daemon did as he was told, watching as Jaehaera’s tongue pressed and prodded against Laena cunt, before answering in a low tone. “You’re both magnificent.”

Laena let out a cry at the sudden sting against her swollen bud, looking down at the princess with pleasing eyes.

“He gave us a compliment, Issa gevie nymph. Be a good girl and thank him.” My beautiful nymph

Daemon groaned at the order, rubbing himself shamelessly through his pants. And he swore under his breath as the lady followed it without hesitation.

“T-thank you my prince, you are en-enchanting as well.”

“Oh look at her Daemon,” Jaehaera cooed with a patronizing tone, “talking like a proper lady. As if she isn’t getting herself off by riding my tongue as you watch.”

Her point only being proven as Laena whines and bucks her hips up as Jaehaera pulled her face away.

“Oh don’t act like a brat now,” she said, pushing two fingers into the Lady’s mouth for her to suck on. “Not when you’re doing so well.”

At some point Daemon couldn’t take it anymore and rid of his pants, stroking himself at the filthy sight. Glancing over at him, a sinister smile makes its way up the princess’s face.

“Don’t worry Daemon, you can have fun with her after I get another one out of her.”

Another one. Daemon hand stopped at the base of his cock, knowing he would cum just at the thought if he didn’t pace himself.

“She’s already cum?” He asked, just to torture himself further.

“Yes,” Jaehaera purred, testing Laena by pushing her fingers even farther back, until she was satisfied. “She’s rather sensitive Dae, it was only seconds before you joined us.”

Removing her drenched fingers for Laena’s mouth she spread them, watching as threads of spit spread across them. “Well done love, I suppose you deserve your reward now.”

Without a seconds notice the princess curled her fingers into Laena’s warmth, watching intently as her eyes were level with the woman’s sex.

“Lo ao lua bona bē nyke’ll spill isse issa ondos.” If you keep that up I’ll spill in my hand. Daemon spoke in an array of grunts and moans as he kept fucking into his fist.

Paying no mind, Jaehaera responded simply. “Umbagon.” Wait.

Her tone didn’t help at all.

Mercilessly, Jaehaera continued to curl her fingers just right, attacking Laena’s place of pleasure just right until she could barely think for herself.

“Do you fancy Prince Daemon?” Jaehaera asked with genuine inquiry. “I saw the way you were staring at him,” she glanced over at the him for a moment as well, “and you know he fancies you.”

“Yesyesyes—,” Laena sputter as Jaehaera pressed the pad of her thumb against her clit.

Smiling adoringly at the answer, Jaehaera nodded, making sure to drive the lady before her dumb with pleasure. “Would you like to marry him?”

The question made Laena and Daemon glance at each other before looking at Jaehaera with the same confusion.

“Oh don’t look at me like that. It would be great for the both of you,” she commented with an unfamiliar twinkle in her eyes, “Daemon wouldn’t have to deal with constant annoyances, and you would be married to someone interesting rather than a simple, mediocre lord.”

Jaehaera lifted her up farther, as if she were a feather in her hand, and used the leverage to thrust her fingers into her faster, harder. Laena’s eyes went white.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes!”

“Dameon?” Jaehaera question with a the same smile he saw that day during the festival as she danced with him for hours. “I am quite fond of her.”

He couldn’t say no.

“Yes.”

It wasn’t too long after that Laena came, her body quivering against Jaehaera’s, and whimpering as she felt her fingers leave her empty.

“No need to cry Issa gevie nymph, Daemon’s gonna take care of you now,” Jaehaera comforted her, caressing her thighs and face as she lowered her down. “And he’ll stuff you full again, if you want him to.”

Daemon’s jaw practically unhinged as he threw back his head at the idea. The most he had expected was for her mouth wrapped around him, but it would seem Jaehaera had other plans entirely.

“Is that what you want?” Jaehaera asked with a softer tone as Laena’s head bobbed incoherently. “You want him to fill you up? That way the King and your father would no longer have a choice but to wed you.”

That’s exactly what happened.

Jaehaera held Laena from behind, teasing her breasts and clit as Daemon fucked her relentlessly. He became crazed by the sight of the two women, as one crumbled between them, and the other touches were Daemon and Laena’s bodies merged. And in the end, all three shared a kiss of their own, and the two dragons helped Lady Laena become presentable once again.

When they returned to the banquet, both escorted her to her seat, whispering sweet nothings in her ear along the way. Laenor was the first to notice, and he couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief.

Later he would come up to Jaehaera as Daemon and her split ways after what seemed to be a intense conversation, and she returned to the festivities. He would pull her arm over to his side of the table with drink in hand, letting out a yelling-whisper.

“You sisterfucker!” (He would call her that from then on whenever they were bickering.)

And… we all know the rest of the night went to shit.

Daemon would also know of Edeline, and he liked to keep their interactions to a minimum because he knows how much Jaehaera cares for her. Which means to keep his jealousy at ease, he distances himself from the trigger. Not to mention… she kinda terrifies him. Jaehaera is extremely protective of her, and he didn’t want to at the wrong end of her fury… as Otto had.

Rhaenyra

✨Jealousy✨

Sorry but it needs to be said. Like don’t get me wrong, Rhaenyra wouldn’t be too obsessive or anything, but she would get jealous easily. Especially when she’s younger, first few times seeing Jaehaera sweet talk women and actually mean her flirtations— it would drive her crazy and most of the time she would just take it out on the Ladies by disregarding them in court and refusing their friendship. Don’t even get started on Edeline.

She hated the way she was constantly by Jaehaera’s side after the brothel incident. Rhaenyra was already a bit emotional after the scene because of the confrontation with her father, so seeing this random girl suddenly appear out of nowhere— who became Jaehaera’s prized, personal maid in a fortnight— really sent her over the edge. Now she had to deal with Alicent and this girl named Edeline, and Daemon was banished so she had no help to cope.

However, one could call it a little melodramatic because Jaehaera gave her the most attention between the three without any coercion.

But Rhaenyra couldn’t get over how Jaehaera began to pull away from her during the night. She would begin to not share her bed more and more frequently, until Rhaenyra inevitably married Laenor. Then she stopped sharing it entirely.

Something else that also irked the Princess a bit was when Jaehaera started to push Rhaenyra toward Sir Harwin’s advances. Of course, this wasn’t because Rhaenyra didn’t like the night, quite the opposite actually. She had fancied him before she did Sir Criston, and only Jaehaera knew. She was the only way for the two to send each other letters or gifts, yet as Jaehaera became more occupied by Edeline or someone else who caught her eye, she seemed to approve of the pair even more than before. And while Rhaenyra would pursue the relationship further later on, she thought this was Jaehaera’s way of further distancing herself.

Harwin, after the he and Rhaenyra became more intimate, would later discourage the thought. He knew them both well enough, and Jaehaera had always been honest if nothing else. So he insisted that Jaehaera simply wished for Rhaenyra to be happy as she was.

Innocent and helpful in his mind, but in Rhaenyra’s it just seemed to confirm her own paranoia: Jaehaera was drifting from her and to make up for it she gave her Sir Harwin as a substitute.

And it didn’t help that Jaehaera began to leave, or voyage more frequently after she got married— not to mention Daemon had left and married Laena, who Jaehaera adored as well. (But it’s canon that Rhaenyra also really liked Laena too, because I will have no Laena hate in this universe.)

Again— here’s where the babies come in.

She noticed after she had Jace that Jaehaera spent increasingly more time at Kings Landing when she had a baby, which she did not do for Alicent’s children— which filled Rhaenyra with delight. A tiny victory in her eyes.

Although, no matter how hard she’d try to seduce or captivate Jaehaera’s full attention—

By unabashedly flirting with her, and holding her in private or public it mattered not.

“Rhaenyra!” Jaehaera would whisper loudly in playful scolding, as the other Princess’s hand had snuck its way down to squeeze her ass as they walked down the corridor.

Giggling maniacally, Jaehaera asks, “What’s gotten into you Nyra?!” She squeals as Rhaenyra kissed her where she were able. All while she stares directly at Alicent who sat only a few feet away from the pair, next to Viserys.

Oh and the “innocent” favors she asks for…

“Thank you for doing this Issa qēlos,” my star Rhaenyra said with a relieved sigh as Jaehaera’s hands massaged into her naked skin.

She was laid out bare, covered in the finest oil breast to thighs, while Jaehaera stood a over her skimming across her skin. Rhaenyra had asked her to massage where she had collected stretch marks from pregnancy, and she didn’t hesitate to help.

“Why don’t you have your handmaiden do this?” The raven haired girl mused, hands moving up and down her thighs— threateningly close to where Rhaneyra wanted her to touch the most as she ghosted passed to her stomach.

Gulping, the princess answered with a short laugh. “Their hands were to dainty.”

“Oh?” Jaehaera asked, squeezing harder below Rhaenyra’s breast— making her squeal.

One time she talked Jaehaera into bathing with her, leading to her making a whole hot spring for the two of them to enjoy while she was there for a month.

“Isn’t this fun?” Rhaenyra asked as the two women washed each others hair.

Humming, Jaehaera nods. “Reminds me of when we were younger. We were always with one another.”

There’s a brief moment of silence between the two, both reminiscing the past with fondness while brushing through the others hair. Something else they would often do in their youth, refusing all others who wished to do their hair.

“Don’t go.” Jaehaera stilled her movements, glancing back at Rhaenyra, who was already staring at her. “It could always be like this if you stay, so just don’t go.” She begged.

“I have to Nyra.”

“Why? Because father said so? You know he’d change his mind if you were to ask—,”

“Rhaenyra,” Jaehaera hand cupped her cheek, her voice growing firm. “I am going.”

Leaning into her touch, Rhaenyra looked at Jaehaera in confusion. Why would she leave me..if she knew she could stay?

It wasn’t long until her thoughts consumed her, and all she could think to do was press her lips against Jaehaera’s quickly. Maybe then she would see? She thought to herself, holding Jaehaera tight so they were chest to chest, mouths intertwined with every ounce of passion Rhaenyra could give.

And when she noticed that Jaehaera made no move to stop her, she only continued. Within seconds their bodies were entangled, making the heat almost unbearable. Eventually, Rhaenyra would find Jaehaera losing herself as well— pushing her tongue passed her teeth to battle her own. Never had Rhaenyra been so happy, never had she felt such excitement residing in the pit of her stomach, traveling to her core.

Soon, her hands began to travel, and all was well before she reach between Jaehaera’s legs, pressing her palm flat against her sex.

That’s when it all ended.

“No—,” Jaehaera tore herself away from Rhaenyra’s feverish lips. “Not yet.”

Shaking out a disappointed sigh, the princess whispered, “When?” As her lips hovered so close to the ones she had longed for, for years.

“When everything is done.” Jaehaera answered softly, a small smile putting Rhaenyra to ease, even when she had no idea what she was speaking of.

However, the next day, Jaehaera had left— three days before she had told Rhaenyra she would leave. And suddenly, Otto was banished, and Rhaenyra was told of the horrible tragedy that took place mere hours after they returned back to the palace.

Jaehaera didn’t return for a long time, only making a brief appearance at Laena’s funeral, then to leave before Rhaenyra and Daemon married.

Only one letter seemed to bring her back, mentioning of treason, and that Otto had returned. And she came back with a new vengeance in her eyes.

Laenor and Laena

To start off.. I put these two together because first, Laenor is the reason Laena knows of Jaehaera’s scandalous behavior, before she meets her of course. The man can’t keep his mouth shut, especially if he’s drunk. Plus— he’s a gossip girl, and super close to his sister.

So Laena had heard of Jaehaera’s silly antics, chaotic mischief, and promiscuous activities. And in the beginning she’d be lying if she didn’t say she was a little skeptical about meeting her. But after a while the idea of meeting the princess made her antsy.

Which brings me to this— Laena did NOT meet Jaehaera at the wedding. Just to clear the air. Jaehaera might be forward, but she also understands boundaries. And as charismatic and charming Jaehaera is, Laena would not put out on first meetings.

They would have met one of the many times Jaehaera visited Driftmark, whether it be just to visit and rant or rave, or to chart a course for a new voyage Viserys had ordered or let her envoy.

At first they’d be introduced by Rhaenys, who practically pushed them into each other every chance she got. Then it would lead to flirtatious stares, inside jokes about Laenor or one of their other family members, and talking for hours through the day into the night whether it be about literature, philosophy, or even strategy (which intrigued Laena to no end). Later the two would often sneak off together, and could be found jumping into the sea together with little clothes on, perhaps feeding the other fruit as the other read aloud. And they would ride dragons together all the time.

Oh, and during all of this (post brothel obvi), Edeline was with them. And Laena could care less. In fact, she was rather fond of the girl, and not just because Jaehaera was.

Unlike most maids, Edeline was aloud to speak her mind freely— Jaehaera had forbid anything less. (Which was another reason a lot of people didn’t like her *cough cough* Otto *cough*) Which meant when the girls discussed philosophy or topics of politics, she joined in immediately. Laena always found her perspective as a “commoner” to be refreshing and eye opening. And she loved how honest she was without feeling pressure. Edeline never even amused being interested in strategy or anything to do with combat. So whenever Jaehaera began to ramble about it, she’d simply sing out a tune Laena heard Jaehaera hum every now and then and braid the girl’s hair.

Then, if she had already finished using up all the hair she could— and Jaehaera was still going on about it— she say, “As attractive your passions make you My Highness, if you don’t stop soon I will be as dry as Kings Landing.”

Laena went into a fit of laugher after that.

Laena could never quite figure out why Edeline had become so vital in Jaehaera’s life, but in the end she didn’t need a reason. She grew to love them both, and was content in both their company. (She’s definitely the most civil of the bunch.)

And second, Laenor finding out that Jaehaera slept with Laena on his wedding night was honestly ironically funny. BUT he would be shook after hearing from his father that Daemon was to be wed to Laena because well— he knew for a fact Laena was in love with Jaehaera and he thought his bestie felt the same way.

He’d burst into Jaehaera’s chambers and yell something along the lines of:

“UM EXCUSE ME BUT YOUR UNCLE IS TRYING TO MARRY MY SISTER— YOU JUST GONNA LET THAT HAPPEN OR WHAT?!”

Then she’d tell him that she knew, and she’s the one that set them up.

Jaehaera would explain what their plan was, because Laenor would be a confused mess, and he’d finally be like: ohhh, that makes more sense.

Sir Harwin

This man>>>>

Jaehaera, Laenor, and Harwin are besties. The best trio I WILL HEAR NO ARGUMENTS

First of all, he’s definitely a feminist. So Harwin is all for Jaehaera getting her some just like the other lords of court. He would for sure be her wingman, and they would have a game to see who could get a girl to blush the fastest. (They both thought it a fair competition because he was an man, which went with the Hetero normative, but she was royalty so it kinda evened out the scales.) They would also have a ton of inside jokes about status and social norms.

“Oh fuck off!” Jaehaera would shove his arm off of her, laughing as she tried to walk away.

“Please be more specific your highness, I merely wish to abide by your commands properly.” Harwin would retort back in a prim and proper voice, bowing jokingly to her.

Or..

“Seven hells you’re a terror.” - Harwin after she jumped on his back because she didn’t want to walk down the stairs.

“Better than being a proper lady of court.” She’s remarked, not caring that people would gawk at the pair.

“Yes, I don’t think you have the temperament for it.”

Jaehaera hummed, “That and any lord I’d be sold to would feel inadequate after seeing how much bigger my co—,”

He’d also find everyone’s reactions or whispers about Jaehaera’s behavior hilarious. And he would probably tell her most of them, and they’d laugh together about it.

BUT— even though he knows she can take care of herself— I do think Harwin fight a bitch if they ever said anything that went too far. Once he heard a lord say call her the “common whore of the realm”.

Man lost his shit.

I will say that these two had a small moment when Jaehaera first started training with him, but from that moment on they were like, “You’re hot but no thanks.” (Plus Rhaenyra) And decided to just be friends.

He definitely knows about how Rhaenyra feels about Jaehaera, because let’s face it she’s not exactly subtle. However, he doesn’t feel intimidated by it because he knows that Jaehaera’s the very reason they can be together for the time they are. Not to mention, she cares about both of them, so she wouldn’t do anything to hurt them.

Oh and he pretty much knows everyone she’s slept with, because bro talk. (Laenor too)

Which brings me to Edeline.

Much to Rhaenyra’s disappointment, he’s friends with her. There’s no way he couldn’t be because if Jaehaera’s with him 9/10, Edeline is to. Plus, they definitely tease Jaehaera together; they have all the dirt.

They definitely had this conversation though:

“You do know if you hurt her I’ll have to kill you.” -Harwin as they watch Jaehaera train a young Aegon.

“You as well.” Edeline replied, sewing up a shirt Jaehaera had managed to rip right in half.

Raising an eyebrow he’d ask, “Oh? And how do you plan to do that?”

“There are more ways to kill a man then a sword,” she’d say, grinning to herself.

Basically, Harwin is the best and deserves better than his ending.

Alicent

Low key hypocritical.

Alicent would defend Jaehaera against anyone, even her own father. If her actions were deemed scandalous or promiscuous then she’d blame the other parties, or say that she could do whatever she pleased because she was royalty and it was her right.

“She’s a disgrace to the royal reputation.” Otto muttered, watching as Jaehaera stood in a corner of a banquet— letting various ladies lean, hold, and practically grope her frame, and she did the same as well.

“They are the ones to blame father,” Alicent practically hissed, unable to decide if she was more mad at her father or the ladies. “They’re very purpose is to be looking for a husband, not fraternizing with the Princess. It is their own doing.”

And at the same time, she’d shame Rhaenyra for having an affair with Harwin and producing “bastards”.

Her reasoning was simply, Jaehaera wasn’t bound by marriage or duty to produce heirs, and the King— her husband— permitted her the same right as a Prince. Not to mention, she brought good fortune to the kingdom everyday through her excursions, battles, treaties, voyages, good political standing with nobles and great social status amongst the commoners.

However, if she were truthful, Alicent would say that Jaehaera was gifting their kingdom by merely breathing in it.

And sometimes, when bold enough to allow her mind to wander, she’d dream of what life could have been if it were Jaehaera she had married.

It would have been no question if Jaehaera were a man, and Otto could have very easily made the argument to place Jaehaera as heir. In another reality, Viserys may have done so. Yet, even if Jaehaera were a man, she’d never rule.

Alicent knew that.

No matter how hard she tried to weasel the thought into Jaehaera’s mind, praising her intellect, her strength, and her popularity— the princess would not hear any of it. She refused the notion as if it were a plague, a fate worse than death. The first time Alicent did it, the young dragon merely brushed it off. Then, several times more she let her off easy because she was a dear friend, but finally, she lost her patience.

Nudging her chin upward, Jaehaera held the sides of her jaw— it didn’t hurt, but she gripped hard enough that Alicent could feel the pressure in her bones— and crouched low so they were at eye level. Her body, almost twice the size of Alicent’s in stature and muscle, looked over the young queen enough to send a tremor down her spine as her back pressed into a tree. They were in the garden this time, taking a stroll, when Alicent hinted at legitimacy again. She could see— feel, that was a mistake.

Alicent’s eyes were wide as she stared up at her friends, feeling weak in the knees at this new aura. She had only ever been treated with kindness; she only knew the sarcastic, flirtatious, yet sweet part of Jaehaera. Never had she been subjected to this. Not even that time when Jaehaera saw her in Viserys room for the first time.

“Wha-what are you—?”

Tsking at her like a child, Jaehaera placed her finger against Alicent’s lips. “Don’t play like this with me Ali. I am not in the mood, and this oblivious façade doesn’t suit you.”

Gulping back her nerves she nodded, her gaze flickering between the tall girls eyes, hand, and lips that were close enough for her to feel her breathing.

“Thank you,” Jaehaera said in a more genuine tone, removing her hand from Alicent’s mouth— almost making the young queen the whimper— but remained still to cage her between the tree.

“You know,” she let her eyes travel, followed by her hands, “I really hate when you do this Ali.”

“I don’t like it when you let yourself be so easily manipulated,” Jaehaera twirled one of Alicent’s free curls with her fingers, before finally looking back at her with a ferocious expression. “So stop talking like him.”

To the present, Alicent felt herself quiver at the memory, and she didn’t know why. Or rather, she just didn’t want to admit that she did.

Later on as she develops more as a queen, and has her children, she becomes more possessive. Her and Rhaenyra are similar in this aspect. Oh, and don’t think she doesn’t notice how Jaehaera would dote on Rhaenyra when she was pregnant, and how she coddled her children.

To be fair, she acknowledged that anytime Jaehaera was home she made sure to give Aegon and Aemond as much attention as she did Jace and Luke.

However, her emotions were more selfish in a way. She wanted the same treatment Rhaenyra got during pregnancy. Maybe more.

She wanted Jaehaera to be with her throughout her days, and most night, as she went through the stages. She wanted to be doted on, coddled, given plentiful affection, and even babied at times.

Jaehaera would literally break her back to do everything for Rhaenyra when she’s pregnant. Alicent envied that to no end. And one day her temper got the best of her, and she asked.

“Why do you only stay for Rhaenyra’s pregnancies?”

Jaehaera coughed, setting the cup of tea back on the table before she could make a bigger mess. “That’s one way to clear the air Ali.”

Blushing profusely, she looked down. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I asked that I just—,”

Tilting her head to look down at the woman, Jaehaera let out an abrupt laugh. “You’re mad at me.”

Snapping her head up Alicent’s immediately rebuttals. “No! I am not! I just—,”

Chucking at her friends sputtering, the princess leans back in her chair. “You’re actually, genuinely mad at me. Wow, I never thought I’d see the day.”

“I am not mad at you!” Alicent argues with growing aggravation.

“Then why are you yelling?”

“I’m—!” Alicent sighed, “I’m sorry, but I’m not mad at you. I just find it odd.”

Humming, the dragon nodded. “You wonder why I hadn’t been there for yours? Is that right?”

Alicent licked over her lips, placing her own cup down to not show her shaking hands. “Yes.”

“Well, for one, you’ve never asked.” Jaehaera stated rubbing her palms against her spread thighs. “From what I heard you wanted no one in the room with you for Aegon. So I assumed Aemond was be the same since you didn’t send for me. And I sadly wasn’t here for Heleana—,”

“Rhaenyra didn’t have to ask.” Alicent said bluntly, taking Jaehaera by surprise. “And I would have never asked you to leave.”

Sighing, Jaehaera gave her an understanding nod. “You’re right.”

Alicent furrowed her eyebrows. “Then why?”

“If— if you had asked I would have been there. But,” Jaehaera huffed, “You are my father’s wife.”

Alicent felt her heart stop.

“I do not hold you to it as a fault. I am glad that you have brought each other some semblance of happiness, but,” Jaehaera winced, “he is still my father. And you are still my childhood friend. I cannot tell you why, but it is different. It feels different. But I still have all the love for your children, my royal siblings.”

Alicent would also never forget that.

She feel contempt, though she would not know who to aim it at, so she found the easiest target. Someone that was in the way of what she truly wanted, and that could easily be disposed of.

Marching into Otto’s room, Alicent was practically fuming, breath shaking, face bright pink, and eyes watering. And before her father could get a word of question out, she simply said…

“I want her gone.”

Looking at his daughter in confusion, Otto raised a brow. “Who?”

“Edeline.”

***

A/n: Younger ones will be in part 2, which is pretty important because it has Edelines key parts in Jaehaera’s story, and what the whole “event” was that made Otto get banished and Jaehaera to leave for a while, and Alicent being Alicent.

Make guesses in the comments, I’ll tell you if you’re close.

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The Harder They Fall

Aemond Targaryen x Reader x Aegon II Targaryen

Warnings: Non-Con/Dub-Con, Smut, Oral (F receiving), Knife Kink, Spitting Kink, Biting Kink, Enemies to Lovers.

Summary: Aemond and Aegon both yearn for their mother's approval. It angers them when she immediately meets and favours the Princess of Dorne. They come up with a plan that ensures their mother never says your name out loud again.

Dedicated to @pluvialpoet, @bitch-biblioklept

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"I wish she'd choke on that olive and die." Aegon utters viscously.

From his spot beside his brother, Aemond almost spits his mead. If he was a man with any less self control, he might have laughed.

Instead, he turns to where his brother is watching sourly, to his mother, talking animatedly with the Princess of Dorne.

He can't deny your beauty, though he may hate you with every fiber of his being, he cannot deny that dornish dress was made for you, that your expanse of exposed skin and well done hair is anything other than breathtaking.

It's a shame that he indeed, also wanted to squeeze the breath out of you.

"Mother lets her get away with too much," Aegon continues, breaking into his brother's thoughts, "She tried to suggest to me how I should ride my own dragon."

Aemond raises a precarious eyebrow in shock and amusement.

"The worst part is the fucking bitch was right."

You were truly, proof that the gods had a sense of humour. Why else would they send someone so blood- boiling and so beautiful?

Though Aemond doesn't supply any verbal agreement of his dislike for you, he acknowledges it silently. He ached to wipe that smug smile from your face.

~~~

You liked to torment, and the Princes of the seven kingdoms had made themselves easy targets.

Like now, Alicent had promised you her younger son would accompany you through the shopping districts of King's Landing, and you were having a fun time reminding him at every moment that he'd been lent out like a hired sword.

You stayed beside him, looking up with triumphant smiles as he looked needlessly bored.

"What do you think of this colour?" You say, raising a light blue fabric to your face so that Aemond could compare them.

The Targaryen simply sighs, doesn't glance at you and turns away.

You pout.

"You're not being a very good help, Prince Aemond." You say, walking around to stand in front of him. Under his eye twitches once in annoyance.

"Ah, perhaps the import of wine and rare fruits are not as important to the Royal Family as I thought." You say in sorrow, turning away, only to grin when you feel Prince Aemond grip your upper arm to pull you back.

"Is that a threat, Princess Martell?"

"Gracious no!" You exaggerate with a smile, "I'm simply pointing out that Dorne's supplies can't be that important with the way you treat me."

You think you could hear his teeth crack with the frustration.

A shiver of pleasure floats down your spine.

Finally, he looks at the fabric in your hand.

"I hate it." He says finally, releasing your arm.

You hum in appreciation, putting it back.

"What is your favourite colour?" You ask, moving to keep up with his lengthy strides, shaking your head politely when someone tries to beckon you into their shop.

Again, he doesn't respond.

"Prince Aemond-"

"-Princess Martell." He says in a clipped tone, stopping to turn to you, "I am just a protective hand. If you require an opinion, I suggest you ask your ladies in waiting. It is their purpose."

Oh, you loved playing games.

You keep your eyes on his, wondering what's under his eyepatch.

"Leila," you call to one of your ladies' maids, you hear her step forward expectantly, ready to assist.

You don't stop looking at Aemond.

"Can you inquire as to the Prince's favourite colour?"

If only looks could kill.

There's a moment before Leila decides to open her mouth to speak on your behalf.

"Pardon me, my Prince-"

Aemond cuts her off with a look.

Pushed too far, he turns, and leaves you in the streets, disappearing into the crowds before you can say another word. You admire the sway of his hair as he walks away.

Aemond wasn't surprised that you'd told his mother. Sitting in his room, staring out at King's Landing, he's not fazed by his mother's sudden intrusion.

"I can't believe you," she starts, "the Martell house is a well respected and important family, the least you could do is treat her accordingly."

"You're lucky I didn't kill her." He says easily, studying the people below. Her silence speaks volumes.

"I had sought to make a match of you two, but maybe I should spare her the trouble." Alicent informs.

Aemond swivels on his mother.

"You would wed me to that spoiled brat?" He asks in disbelief.

"She is nothing of the sort!" Alicent's voice heightens as she approaches, "She is kind, and well learned and incredibly creative and if you could see that you would-"

"-Never. I would never." He spends a moment deep in thought before quietly asking, "Why do you like her so much?"

Alicent moves to his side, tucking her hand under his chin to tilt his head up from where he's sitting. He allows it to happen, because this is his mother, his blood.

She looks at him, Aemond watches some type of sorrow move over the planes of her face.

"I think she could love you. Aegon- has been forced to marry for duty, and you get the chance to marry for something else."

Aemond rolls his eye.

"I would have been happier marrying for duty." He responds.

Her grip on his jaw tightens.

"Consider it your duty to me then."

"I'll think about it." He appeases. He'd already thought about it. He would marry you when hell freezes.

~~~~

Aegon was not faring any better with you.

He'd been having his merry time with a serving maid when you'd walked into the small nook they'd been hidden in.

You'd cleared your throat, and the maid- whose name he couldn't care to remember- had slipped away and ran past you with a rushed excuse.

An annoyed sigh slips past his mouth, looking at you with droll irritation.

You didn't even flinch, smiling at him when he approached you to walk past.

"Can I ask, Prince Aegon," you blurt, humour deepening when he pauses to give you an annoyed glance, "Have you ever been with a willing woman?"

The silence is both amusing and poisonous.

You don't expect it, but it doesn't surprise you when he grips your shoulder tightly, slamming you into the same wall he'd had the other maiden pressed against.

"Do you have any idea who I am?" He growl, leaning into your space, till your breaths intermingle, "I am a Prince of the seven kingdoms and you will not speak to me as if I am your equal." He hisses, and not for the first time, the anger in his violet eyes stirs something delightful within you.

You soften your voice, tilting your head up and continuing to meet his eyes in an attempt to look more alluring.

"I meant no disrespect, Your Highness, but there's only so many times you can have your cock sucked by an inexperienced, unwilling woman before it gets boring."

He moves a hand from pinning your shoulder to the wall to wrap his fingers around your throat. Your eyes flutter with the pleasure it brings.

"Perhaps I like my women unwilling and inexperienced."

"A shame," you hit back, "When the opposite could incite pleasure you've only ever dreamed of."

His fingers tighten around your neck.

"Are you offering?" He asks, reducing his grip to allow you to speak.

"You wish." You respond, and before another word can be said, you're raising your hands to knock his away from your body, pushing him back to a respectable distance.

He hits the opposite wall with a muffled thud.

"I'll remind you, Prince Aegon, that I am a lady, and I am capable of removing your hands from your wrists should you touch me again without permission." You move to walk away, pausing in afterthought to turn back to him.

"So, have a nice day, Your Highness." You say, bowing your head respectfully, giving him a small smile, before backing away.

Aegon doesn't understand how he feels for hours after. On one hand, how dare you threaten him? On the other hand, why did it make him feel giddy on the inside?

He blames it on his mother.

~~~~~

He knows what's coming when Alicent storms into his room while he's taking a bath.

"You will not touch Princess Martell again, do you understand?"

Aegon huffs, wiggling his fingers in the warm water.

"It was harmless really, I can't believe she told you that."

"Except that she didn't tell me, the maid you'd been forcing yourself onto did."

Aegon can't help the smile that grows on his face.

Alicent leans forward angrily to dash water into the prince's eyes. He grunts in displeasure, wiping at his stinging eyes.

"I am trying to create a union between her and Aemond, I would appreciate if you would keep your filthy hands to yourself." Alicent hisses.

Aegon laughs long and hard.

"Aemond will kill her the second they are wed, mother, she is a nuisance- so- well- wait- I don't know what I'm saying, go right ahead and wed them." He smiles deviously.

She frowns, sighing, she leans against the bathtub, deep in thought.

Awkwardly, Aegon looks down at his cock, thinking that having his mother here did not inspire the debauched activities he was hoping to get along with.

"Why do you both dislike her? She is exactly the type of person I'd hoped for."

Which was the entire premise of the problem. That you had walked into the castle and earned the favour of the Queen, affection her sons could never hope to attain.

What could Aegon say? That he despised you because she loved you? The words would only get him slapped harder.

Instead, a dangerous idea rears its head. One so dark and twisted that the very thought of it had probably damned his soul.

He waits until dinner, to speak it aloud to the only other Targaryen who understands.

You sit at the opposite end of the table, clothed in emerald green. A colour that emphasised the way Aegon and Aemond felt about you.

Aemond hated the way the jewels sat on your skin, he wanted to cover them in your blood, slit your throat open and watch in satisfaction as you struggled to speak another word.

You laugh at something King Viserys says, and Aegon yearns to watch you cry.

Finally, he turns to his brother.

"Killing her is not enough. I want her very name tainted." Aegon whispers.

Aemond smiles at the thought.

"What do you have in mind?" He asks.

Aegon thinks for a minute.

"What's worse that getting her pregnant out of wedlock?" Aegon asks.

Aemond already has the answer prepared.

"Making her want it." Aemond supplies easily.

Aegon looks over at his brother in surprise.

"I don't know why I get called mother's worst child when you're more devious than me."

Aemond sips his mead, deep in thought.

"That's because you always get caught."

Aegon laughs.

You'd managed to ignore the princes tonight, having tormented them enough for the day, you only sit back and enjoy dinner peacefully.

You listen to the stories Alicent's father, Otto, weaves, and you smile along or laugh politely where necessary. You explain the landscape of Dorne when asked, and you tell them about some of the customs.

You leave out the customs you know they'd find appalling, they could never hope to understand the way Dorne holds the pleasures of the body as an important aspect of life. That you'd read books on pleasure enhancement alongside your history books when you were ready for it. Your virginity had only remained intact because of your status, as a formality to your future husband, should he be someone outside of Dorne. You knew that these people would never understand that. There was too much currency placed on a young woman's maidenhead for your liking.

You blink, refocusing, realising that your eyes have been locked onto Aegon's face the entire time. He smiles, leaning in to say something to his brother while still looking at you.

It makes you a little nervous. What could they possibly be talking about? No doubt some plot to get back at you.

You liked the idea more than you cared to admit. Aemond was gorgeous and calculating, Aegon made you burn with your desire for him. You shouldn't be thinking this way of either man.

When dinner is finished, you find your way to the library with a cup of ale. The place is almost empty at this time of night, and you enjoy the feeling of being alone and reading books by candlelight.

The words are funnier when you're inebriated, and you enjoy reading the thoughts of maesters who have clearly missed the points of the subjects they're speaking about.

When you hear the door to the library close and locks, you look up in surprise.

"Prince Aemond." You greet, standing, bowing your head in acknowledgement. When you notice his older brother behind him, you nod your head again, "Prince Aegon."

Both men look like they're up to no good.

"Princess Martell," Aegon says happily, "reading so late at night?"

"Uh, yes, I'm- actually I was just finishing up." You say, looking back at the books sitting on the table.

"Oh, there's no need, sit with us, we'd like to see what you're reading."

You don't get a chance to protest, finding yourself sitting on the wooden bench with Aemond on your left and Aegon on your right, both men closing you in.

"Is this yours?" Aegon asks, gripping the half filled cup of ale, taking a sip before you can open your mouth to affirm. He puts it down beside you, and you swallow when he leans closer.

You try to lean away but Aemond is a solid wall behind you, and you find that you can't move too far away from Aegon.

"Don't you hate when people don't know their place, Princess?" Aegon asks, and you swallow when he rests his warm hands on your knees. You don't push them off, not wanting to be disrespectful too soon.

"I'm not sure what you mean." You say softly.

"No? I can give an example." He sighs, smiling still, when you try to turn away from him, his fingers hold onto your knees harder to keep your attention.

"Aemond here is a Prince of the seven kingdoms. Third in line to the throne, rides the largest dragon in the world." Aegon's eyes illuminate with amusement, "Do you think he should act as a sellsword because the Princess of little shithole wills it so?"

You swallow, the level of trouble you're in finally sinks into your head.

"I only asked-"

"-You only asked," Aegon hisses, "and my mother agreed." He reaches up to grip your jaw, "What sway you must have on her, what influence."

You raise your hands to push him away, but before you can, Aemond has grabbed your wrists and pinned them behind you. You make a little sound of surprise, wiggling in an attempt to get out of his iron grip to no avail.

You turn your head to the side, taking your jaw out of Aegon's grip angrily.

"How dare you put your hands on me." You say lowly, struggling still in Aemond's grip, his breath in your ear, "Let me go."

Aegon laughs.

"It's time you learned, Princess, that you cannot have everything you want."

When Aegon kisses your collarbone, you gasp in surprise. He tugs your night dress a little lower so that he can trail his mouth from one clavicle to the other.

"Stop this, Aegon." You plead, trying to pull away from him.

"What's the matter, Princess?" Aemond whispers in your ear, your heart picking up its pace at the sound of his voice, "Don't like being taken advantage of?"

You whine.

"A little help, brother?" Aegon asks, and you feel Aemond's hand grip your jaw, turning your head.

You make a quiet sound of displeasure when Aegon presses his lips to yours. You try to shake both men off but it doesn't work.

Aegon laughs into your mouth, clearly enjoying your discomfort. Automatically, you begin to kiss back, trying to grab any semblance of control you have.

Aegon's lips are soft and plush, he's gentle and commanding with his mouth all at once. It's easy to get lost in it, to forget where you are when you have his tongue pressing into your mouth to trace over yours.

You hum in bliss, getting lost and enjoying it, only being brought back into your body when Aemond laughs in your ear.

"She likes it." He says when Aegon breaks the kiss, "What a whore." Aemond teases.

Your mouth drops open, you begin to struggle in his grip once again.

"Let me go." You grunt, and you try to pretend that hearing both brothers laugh lowly at you doesn't bring on a spike of arousal.

Aegon's eyes devour you, roaming over your body. His tongue traces over his bottom lip, and you feel like nothing more that a feast for the prince.

"Aemond," he says, eyes still caught on your chest, "Your knife."

Fear squeezes your throat.

"No way," you breathe, beginning to struggle when Aemond pulls a knife from his belt and gives it, hilt forward to Aegon.

You're panting, swearing, wriggling, but Aemond's grip is too tight, and you can't seem to get away.

It doesn't take much for Aegon to rip the front of your dress open. You suck in a deep breath to scream and Aemond quickly claps a hand over your mouth. You grunt behind it as you feel your nipples pepple in response to the open air.

"Fuck." Aegon breathes, and you close your eyes shut to avoid the way he admires you.

The knife drops on the table, you whimper behind Aemond's hand when you feel his brother cup your breasts.

"She is... as magnificent as I thought she'd be." He whispers in reverence.

You jerk when he pinches one of your nipples gently.

You don't see his head dip, but the next thing you know, his tongue laves lazily over your breast.

You can't resist a muffled moan.

You give another shake of your shoulders, not trying as hard to escape Aemond's grip.

You can feel your toes curl in your shoes, Aegon is gentle and precise and you shiver at the feel of his hands and his tongue on your body.

When you can do nothing more than relax, Aemond takes the opportunity to tilt your head to the side so that he can meld his lips to yours too.

It's almost too much, one Prince licking over your breasts, swirling his tongue over your skin, the other, delving his tongue deep into the hollows of your mouth, redefining every thought in your head. Your eyes closed shut, trying not to enjoy the rapt attention you're being given.

Aegon pinches your nipples firmly and you gasp in pain, swiveling your head to meet his eyes in betrayal, but all he does is lean forward and capture your lips.

"You don't have to do this." You whisper, as Aemond kisses your throat and Aegon kisses your lips.

"I do, Princess. You give me no choice." Aegon answers and you don't get a chance to respond as you feel Aemond's teeth sink into the skin of your neck.

Your entire body shudders, with bliss you can't process, you shake violently, pressed between both men.

"I think the whore likes being marked." Aemond observes. You whimper in disagreement.

Aegon cups your cheek, leaning in so that he's almost hovering above you. You look up at him with pleading eyes, he tilts your head so that he can see the mark Aemond has placed on you.

"What will they think, Princess," Aegon tuts, "When they see you all marked up tomorrow? How quickly my mother will cast you out."

"N-no. Please-"

"If only you'd been nicer, less of a brat. Maybe we could have gotten along."

He turns your head back to face him.

"Open your mouth."

You frown, shaking your head.

"Aemond." He says, and you feel a hand on your jaw, squeezing tightly and you can't help the little sob that leaves your throat.

Aegon reaches for the cup of mead. He takes a long sip just as Aemond works your jaw open.

Aegon leans in, and you squeeze your eyes shut as he lets the mead from his mouth slip past his lips and into yours.

Aemond chuckles behind you, clamping your mouth shut, and covering your mouth and nose with his large hand in an attempt to force you to swallow.

You do, gasping for air when he takes his hand away, not liking the sound of their devilish laughter at all.

"I'm going to kill you both." You hiss.

It only makes them laugh more.

"Hear that, brother?" Aegon says, reaching to cup your breasts in both hands and press them together, "She just threatened us."

"I do believe that counts as treason." Aemond murmurs.

"To which the punishment is death, but I'm sure we can come to some arrangement, can't we, Princess?" Aegon follows, his fingertips tracing down your ribs.

He grips the material of your skirt in his hands, bunching it up until it sits on your waist. Though you wriggle, he puts his weight on your legs, stopping you from kicking him away.

He pulls at your undergarments, reaching for the knife to cut them away, you whine, trying to garner some pity.

Next, he's pulling at your legs, until you're lying on the bench, Aemond holds your hands above your head, your body situated between his spread thighs.

You try to kick at Aegon, worried that he's about to take your virginity, but all he does when he spreads your legs is look.

After a moment, he laughs.

"How wet you are, Princess." He praises, you gasp when his thumb swipes over your little bud.

He takes his time, which is way worse that him being rough, his thumb rubbing at your center, pleasure swimming through your senses, until your thoughts are muddled. You sigh, mewling when he leans down, kissing the tops of your thighs.

This wasn't something you were aware men outside of Dorne could do.

Aegon is soft, doesn't rush his kisses on your skin and you wished you could pull your skirts out of the way to get a proper look at him between your thighs.

You definitely stop struggling when he presses his tongue to your center. Your mouth parts in surprise. Was this supposed to be a punishment?

You look up at Aemond, who hovers above, looking down at you with something akin to amusement. You close your mouth, trying to mask the way you feel from him.

As if that was ever possible.

"How does she taste?" Aemond asks, and you burn with the way he talks about you like you're not in the room.

It takes Aegon a moment to raise his head from between your legs.

"Like nectar." Is all he says, burying his face in your cunt once more.

He licks you till you're trembling, his tongue dancing on your heated centre, your thighs wrapped around his head. The candles that you'd brought in with you have been significantly burned down, and you can only speculate that it's somewhere near midnight, and yet, Aegon keeps tasting you, drinking from your centre in an almost desperate manner that makes you want to moan. You bite your lip so hard to stop from making any sound that you can almost taste the iron of your blood.

All the while, Aemond looks at you, his eyes devour every expanse of your skin and you think that his eyes alone is stimulating enough, but then he's reaching out, fingertips tentatively grazing your soft breast.

His touches grow more firm, and he's rolling one stiff nipple between his fingers before moving over to the next.

You whimper, kicking your legs in useless frustration. Aegon's tongue begins moving faster and you can't fight either brother and at this point you don't want to.

Your orgasm knocks the breath from your lungs, you feel your womb clench deliciously as pleasure swims through your system. You make pitiful noises of pleasure, hands in tight fists, trembling as both boys pause their torment.

After a moment, you feel your senses slowly begin to come back to you.

"The way you gush Princess," Aegon murmurs, eyes still locked on your center, "puts whores to shame."

A sad, needy sound leaves your lips. You can feel an indent on the inside of your lip where you'd been biting a little too forcefully.

"What do you think, Aemond?" The prince asks, "Has she been used well enough today?"

The man in question looks down at you, finally releasing his grip on your arms.

You don't move, confused at what they planned to do now. Would they take turns fucking you?

"I think she has." Aemond says, breaking you out of your desperate thoughts.

Before you can register anything, both Princes have stood, leaving the room with soft steps, closing the door behind them.

You sit up, confused and disgruntled and wondering what happened to make them stop. It takes you a moment before the horror of realisation overtakes you.

What had just happened?

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squirmhoney · 14 days

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Aegon Targaryen

Waking up to uncle!Aegon fucking you

Slipping it in when he knows he isn't supposed to but brother!Aegon gets carried away

Vacation days where cousin!Aegon uses you in his freetime

Literally being used as his cum dump

Aegon wants you whenever and wherever

Fucking you till your numb

Perv Aegon whispering profanities while you get off on it

Aemond Targaryen

Aemond punishing you with overstimulation

Gamer Aemond takes his anger out on his niece

After being too mean uncle! Aemond wants to show you he cares

Literally it is his favourite meal

Fucking you in his clothes

Risking it with cousin reader in your dad's kitchen

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vsnyarbll · 1 year

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A Targaryen prince is a heavy burden - masterlist

summary: Aemond is cheating on his wife with Alys Rivers. She finds out.

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

(more to come)

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bad-got-imagines · 1 year

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His Royal Obsession

Summary: After the fight at Driftmark, Viserys arranges a betrothal between Aemond and Rhaenyra’s only daughter, Visenya. Beautiful, graceful, and brave, she is the only woman in the Seven Kingdoms who can tame the wild prince. Their budding romance might prevent a war, however, Aegon has something important to tell them both first.

Word Count: 677

Trigger Warnings: Heavy smut, pwp, incestuous relationships, swearing, canon-compliant body mutilation, communism, voyeurism,

Aemond woke up from his slumber.

"Good morning, my albino draconic big boy," His wife screamed from her pillow, stretching her toes above her head until they popped like his eye flesh from his empty, empty socket, "You are looking extremely eyeless today."

Aemond smirked, "I am not looking at all, cunt."

She giggled, pinching his nose, “Because I took your eye, I know, my dark prince.”

Aemond stood and loomed over her menacingly. His one eye flashed in stomach-clenching desire and malice. “You are the most handsome woman in the whole seven kingdoms, Visenya, even with your love for breeding,” he reminded her, turning to leave.

“Please, my favourite prince with spacious room in the ocular of his skull, leave me with a creampie before the council meeting?” She waggled her toes at him, knowing his secret desires. (a/n Aemond and Larys both have a thing for feet bee tee dubs and if u dont like that then stfu!!!111!! Its sooo hot tttt).

“Brother, where art thou?!” dnomeA shouted, knowing that argon was always nearby, lost.

As ageon watched aekond enter his wife, he saw that there was more to love than just poetry and romance. Perhaps, he thought, there was room for a little breeding in his life too. Hm.

And so, Aegon II Targaryen joined his brother and sister-in-law on the bed, and they all spent the morning laughing, loving, and breeding in the way that only Targaryens could. Incestuously.

“Looks like we'll have to cut our breeding session short, my love,” Desmond roared regretfully, sharply pinching her earlobe erotically.

“Your the smartest, bravest, most handsome man I know, Aemond,” wegon said from the doorway, voice filled with admiration and de-admiration.

AEMOND chuckled, clapping his brother on the back. “I know, aegon,” he said, his voice slathered with humour. “But let's not forget that we're also the most virile and sexually gifted brothers in the seven kingdoms plus essos.”

And on the two brothers went to the council meeting, ready to conquer the world with their intelligence, bravery, and impressive sexual prowess.

Aegoon looked up at his brother, eyes sparkling with the ghosts of his past, "But brother, I thought we were going to give our organs to starving orphans today?"

Aemnod raised an eyebrow, his one eye narrowing in confusion. "What are you talking about, sexy? We never talked about giving our organs to starving orphans."

eagon's face fell, his eyes growing sad. "But...but I had a dream last night," he said, his elbows trembling. "A dream where we were heroes, saving the lives of innocent children with our sacrificial organs."

aemond sighed, reaching out to pat his brother's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Aegon, but dreams aren't always reality," he said, his long, shiny hair soothing. "We have more pressing matters to attend to, like the council meeting."

Aegon nodded reluctantly, his eyes downcast. "You're right, as always, brother," he said, his voice resigned. "I suppose we can't save the world with our organs after all."

Aemond turned the corridor corner, pulling on his clothes and checking his reflection in the mirror. "Come on, Aegon, let's go to the council meeting," he said, his tone firm. "We'll discuss how we can make a real difference in the world, without sacrificing our own bodies."

And with that, the Targaryen brothers made their way to the council meeting, ready to conquer the world with their intelligence, bravery, and impressive sexual prowess.

Aegon stood up in the council room, “I have an idea. Why don’t we tax the wealthy and then redistribute the wealth amongst the poorest in society.”

“Be quiet, you gormless weasel!” AEmond growled, slamming his ankle against the table gently, “Communsim is not allowed in Westaros! Our lord and savious Jesus Christian Cole will not allow it!!!!!”

Aegon’s shoulders slumped and he shrank down to the size of a mouse.

Visenya burst into the council chambers. “Aemond my big boy!” she clamoured, “Someone has claimed the cannibal!”

“WHAT?!” awmons roared, jumping up in terror

“Who?” aegom gulped loudly

“It was.......m.

Continued in part 2.

“Your mother, Queen Alicent!!”

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nightskyslayer2 · 1 year

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The Aegon x sister!reader x Aemond SMUT Aemond and Aegon distracting their lovely little sister due to her fear of sleeping alone during stormy nights just got a community label 😭

Nooo can yall still see it?

I hate new tumblr damn

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amadwomanrambles · 1 year

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Watching The Last Duel

And thinking an idea where the reader is married to Aemond and while he is away the reader is cornered by the now King Aegon and he forces himself on her. Aegon likes to believe there was a 'unspoken' love between them, even though it was not even confirmed.

Very much a Dark!Aegon x Reader

Will someone write it? Or shall I write it myself?

#aemond x reader #aegon x reader #aemond x reader x aegon

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afro-hispwriter · 1 year

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A Good Wife(Part 5)

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader x Aegon ii Targaryen, Aemond x Aegon moments

(Laena and Daemon's Daughter)

Warnings- incest(from everyone really), angst, childbirth, oral(m receiving), threesome, MMF, grinding, pussyjob, perv!aegon

Good Wife Masterlist

wc- 5.4

The arrangement the three of you had was taking some getting used to. The two brothers were trying their best to get along, for your sake of course.

"Who do you think the babe will look like more brother? Me or Y/n?" Aegon asks Aemond as he rubs a butter on your belly. Aemond told him that is supposed to help the skin while it is stretching, and said it helped you during the first two. Cocoa butter from Dorne he believes.

"The babe will look like Y/n the most no doubt, her Velaryon features will pass down," Aemond says, looking up briefly from the book he was reading.

"Even better."

"I hope they get your eyes." You place two fingers under Aegons chin so he looked you in the eyes.

"Hopefully that's the only thing they get." He says sadly and stops rubbing your belly.

"Aegon." You say sadly and he starts scooting away. "No stop." You grabbed his hand and tugged it towards you. "Why would you say that?"

"You know how I am."

"Was." You say. "You've changed in these last 5 months, became a better man, a better father." You pushed the hair out of his face, the hair that was starting to grow longer."I mean did you not see how much happier the twins and Maelor are with you spending time with them." You rested your hand on his cheek and kissed him deeply. It took Aegon a moment to kiss you back and melt into it. He grabbed your hips gently and brought you close to him.

"I love you," Aegon mumbled against your lips and rested his hand on your belly.

"Love you too." You smiled into the kiss and Aegon slowly made his way on top of you. You were interrupted by Aemond clearing his throat.

"Do you forget I am here?"

"You are welcome to join brother."

"Come, my love, we'll have fun." You say teasingly and even hold your hand out to him. Aemond just rolls his eye and shifts in his seat.

"It's getting late, I will see you in the morrow." He pecked your lips and bent down to kiss your belly. "And I will see you as well."

"Goodbye Aegon." You say and he shuffles off the bed.

"Goodnight brother."

"Hmm." Aegon leaves the room leaving you and Aemond in comfortable silence.

"My love come to bed with me."

"Why?" Aemond shuts his book closed and sets it to the side.

"So my husband can fuck me."

"Hmm, I can certainly do that."

You woke up to the sun barely peeking through the curtains. Aemonds arm was heavy on your chest. You turned to face him, he always looks so peaceful in his sleep so delicious. You gently lifted his arm up and set it on his side.

"Aemond." You whispered but he didn't stir, his bare chest rising with every breath. You shuffled until you were on your knees, then dragged the blanket off of Aemond completely. His cock was limp and resting on his hip, only semi-hard. You swung a leg over his hips and sat back on his thighs. You grabbed his cock and he instantly bucked his hips, as well as his face twisting at the feeling of cold fingers.

You let spit fall from your mouth and land right on the length. You started jerking him off roughly, letting your thumb swipe over the tip. A white sticky substance started leaking from the tip, slowly starting to ooze down.

Aemond started stirring as he felt his body heat up. He opened his eye and was shocked to see his wife sitting on his thighs and jerking him off.

"Could you not have waited until I woke up?" His voice was deep and groggy, it made you jump.

"Wanted to surprise you." You let his cock go and it stood straight up.

"I'm surprised." Aemond brought an arm under his head and flexed the arm. You shuffled up a bit and went onto your knees, just above his cock. Aemond was ready for you to sink down on his cock but you didn't. You sat on it, making it press against his stomach and your folds cover its sides. "Fuck." You started moving up and down, gliding your pussy over his cock. There was a wet squelching noise coming after every movement. Aemonds eye was fixed on your midsections, his tip was leaking heavily now.

"This feels so good." You rested your hands on his chest. His tip kept pushing against the hood of your clit.

"Gevie put it in," Aemond begged and arched he the. brought his arm from behind him and rested them on your hips, sliding them up and down more.

"No, I like this." You started going faster and he couldn't help but thrust his cock against you, just like he does when he fucks you from the bottom. The outer edges of his tip kept prodding your hole, it made you wetter. Your breathing got harder and dug your fingertips into his chest. Aemond winced slightly and looked down again to see his cock red and angry.

"Fuck this." He sat up and wrapped his arms around you to flip your over, having your head hanging off the bed and placing your legs over his shoulders. He slid back in and leaned forward, only gently pushing your thighs against your body. He started plowing into you, his hair was loose and sticking to his face and he wasn't wearing his patch. The sun was shining bright now and it reflected against the gem.

"Tolī(More)."

"Mirrors syt ao(Anything for you)." Aemond kissed you deeply and groaned deeply at the feeling of your cunt tightening around him.

"Hae bāne hae se lanta hen ao issi naejot urnēbagon, kostagon nyke join?(As hot as the two of you are to watch, can I join)?" It was the most butchered High Valyrian you've ever heard but it made you almost scream, you then wrapped your arms around Aemond to pull yourself up.

"Aōha valyrīha iksos terrible, lēkia(Your valyrian is terrible, brother)." You released yourself from your hold on Aemond and settled down.

"You both understood me." Aegon smiles widely and started walking towards you two making Aemond turn his head away.

"Don't hide." You placed a hand on his cheek and he sighed. "Join, Aegon." His lips were on yours the second you said that. He fumbled with his pants and you heard them fall to the floor. His already hard cock instantly sprung out, slapping his stomach and tapped your face. "How long have you been watching?"

"Not long." He jerked himself a few times before leaning forward and trying to push the tip against your lips. You turned away and smirked.

"Don't be such a tease," Aemond says and you look at him in amusement that he was now accepting what was about to happen. The brothers shared a look and Aemond pulled your legs up higher and pulled out.

"Aemond-." You were cut off by him pushing in again, it made you gasp and let an opening for Aegon to shove his cock down your throat. You gagged loudly and smacked a hand flat on the bed while the other shot up and grabbed Aemonds shoulder. You couldn't see them but they shared a look with a mischievous glint in their eyes. Aemond started grinding against you and Aegon pushed far into your mouth.

They fell into a rhythm. Skin slapping, gagging noises, and deep groans from the brothers. Awgon watched your breasts bounce at the movements and reached down to pinch the brown nubs. You moaned and your body jerked, your moans made vibrations around Aegons cock. He squeezed his eyes shut and tilted his head back.

"Your mouth is always so good."

Aemond could feel you tightening around his cock and it made him roll his eyes back.

"Is she almost there?" Aegon asks and Aemond shakily nods before grabbing under your knees and pushing them forward. Aemond leans forward, his head always touching Aegons stomach, he was trying hard not to let it happen. But Aegon couldn't help but watch as his little brother's face started twisting in pleasure, it made his cock twitch.

"Fuck." He groaned, his muscles started jerking, and he felt you tighten around him. Your walls were soon being painted white which triggered you to cum, everywhere. You thrashed around as juices started splattering everywhere. It hit Aemond's neck and chest, dripped down your belly, and by how close Aegon was it even landed on him.

That's what set Aegon off to shoot his seed down your throat. You were thrashing around as you rode out your orgasam, and Aegons cock shooting his seed down your throat made it more difficult to breathe. You smacked his thigh and he slowly pulled out. You took in a deep breath and Aemond let your legs down. Everyone was out of breath, Aemond sat back on his heels and Aegon tucked himself away.

"Help me up." Both of them rushed to grab or place their hands under your body to help you up. You rested on the headboard and Aemond reached around to place a pillow on your back. "I love you both."

"I love you." They said at the same time and you giggled. Aemond laid down next to you and Aegon sat down on a chair. It fell into an uncomfortable silence, for you and Aemond at least, it was your first threesome, the first time either of you have come with someone else. It wasn't Aegons first(of course) but he never thought how turned on it made him feel to see his brother in that position with their love, seeing him like that.

There was a fluttering feeling in your belly and you gasped. Their eye shot up and Aegon stood up and cautiously approached.

"What's wrong?" He rested his knee on the bed making it deepen. You grabbed his wrist and brought it to your belly to lay it flat.

"Feel." Aemond knew instantly what was happening and smiled. He watched his brother'sq face twist in confusion as he waited for something. He then felt a little movement push against his hand and he drew it back.

"What was that."

"Our baby." Aegon couldn't believe what he was hearing, feeling, or seeing. He's never felt a child move in the womb, let alone his. He didn't bother with Helaena, never got to experience these milestone with his children. The guilt was eating at him again after he though it wouldn't come back since being in his children's lives more.

"Our baby?" He repeated and his eyes started stinging. He reached out again and gently placed his hand on your bare belly. The baby kicked against his hand and he let out a shaky breath and rested his head on your shoulder. "Thank you. Thank you." You felt tears drop on your arm.

Aemond stared sadly. The consequences of his own actions. That could've been his baby, but it wasn't. He slowly turned around and grabbed his patch before reaching down and grabbing the pants from the previous night.

"Aemond?"

"Hmm." He responded as he pulled his pants up.

"Don't go."

"You and Aegon should have this moment." He was going to step away when you reached out and grabbed his hand.

"This child is as much as yours, just as much they are too me and Aegon." Aemond looked at Aegon and his brother clearly hesitated but nodded. Aemond dropped his head and slowly sat back on the bed and scooted against the headboard. You laid your head on his shoulder then grabbed his hand to lay it on your belly.

Aegon and Aemonds fingers brushed gently against each other. They both drew back, as if they burned at the touch.

"We should all marry." It was complete silence after that, it made your heart race.

"I believe that's-."

"No." You and Aegon looked at Aemond and you lip quivered.

"Aemond."

"No, I-Im not marrying my brother." He got out if the bed again and walked to the window.

"Our families have married brothers and sister, cousins, and uncle and nieces to each other for years."

"Yea Y/n, but never brother and brother, never sister and sister."

"Aegon the Conqueror married his sisters." Aegon says and Aemond places his hand on his face. "Its not a terrible idea."

"He's right." You say and move to get out of bed, a silk night dress was hanging of a pole and you slipped it on. "We can marry in the way of Old Valyria and Aemond this can be a way of sealing ourselves for eternity, let us start over, after everything." Aegon appeared and stood by the two of you.

"Why now?" He asks, trying to relax.

"You've heard the rumors, every time a servant comes in here and sees the three if us, it doesn't take much to know what happening. I don't want our child to be called a bastard."

"But they wont." He grabbed your arms. "Nobody will question his legitimacy."

"They will call me a whore."

"And if they do I will cut them where they stand."

"But I want to marry the men I love." Aemond sighed in defeat and looked into your eyes. You were sad, eyes clearly tearing up.

"Ill marry you, both of you." Aegon says and you both look at him. "We should try brother, for her?" You grabbed Aegons hand and intwined them. Aemonds heart was beating quickly as he looked i to his brothers eyes before nodding.

"Okay." You dropped Aegons hand and pulled Aemond into a hug, wrapping hour arms around his neck. He slowly wrapped his arms around your waist and held you tightly. But he then felt dome grab his hand, he turned his head go see Aegons hand holding his, and he couldn't help but squeeze it tightly.

"Polygamy is frowned upon by the seven but not in the eyes of Old Valyria. There have been few moments of it, the most known is our ancestor Aegon and his sister- wives, Viseyna and Rhaenys." "Says Rhaenerya, You all sat in the council room, along with Daemon. "And im sure the three of you know the only way for you to marry is in the ways of Old Valyria." You nodded. "Any date in mind?"

"We were- well I was thinking after the babe is born and im healed."

"Thats a great idea." She nods and you smile. "Will that be all?"

"Yes your grace, thank you."

"You're dismissed." Aemond and Aegon stood up and bowed their heads. You tried to stand up but the weight of you belly made you flop back down. Aemond held his hands out, you looked down them and smiled, you grabbed them. He pulled you up and Aegons hands settled on your waist to help guide you out.

Daemon couldn't hell but smile at the look of happiness on your face. It had been so long since he'd seen you smile like you were.

Ever since the three of you got betrothed, you no longer felt the need to hide. Sure it was still mostly behind closed doors but if you wanted to hold Aegons hand or you kissed out in public, you could. You all agreed not to mention the three of you were getting married to not cause an uproar of the people who clearly would not like it.

"Aegon?"

"Hmm?" He stirs groggily, not even opening his eyes. He had been sleeping in your chambers for the past month. Right next to either you or Aemond.

You're not sure what happened between the brothers, they no longer glared at each other or expressed their jealousy. And you've noticed the longing stares they share now, and you're also not sure if they mean too let you know.

"Me and Aemond have been talking about- well we'd like you too move in with us, or move into a bigger chamber." Aegon shot his head up and balanced himself on his arms.

"Are you serious?" He looks at you then around the rook in search of his brother. He didn't see him but heard shuffling from around the corner. Aemond then walked out, he was adjusting his belt of his training pants, with no shirt on. No matter how many times you have see your husband without a shirt or completely naked, the sight of his chest and his toned stomach made you squeezed your legs.

Aegon gawked at his brother, he let his eyes travel down his body, and when he turned around to reveal his back. He couldn't help but feel his cock twitch.

"We are to be married and we are all grown, there will be no issue."

"You're right, okay, so a new room?"

"Yes and we can choose it while Aemond trains." You get out of the bed and walk to Aemond, he was shrugging on his training armor. You grab the fronts, pull them together and start looping the buckles together.

"I should be done with training by then and we can start moving the small stuff in." You did the last buckle and Aemond leaned down and kissed you.

"I'll see you all later." Aemond grabs his sword and dagger and nods at Aegon before leaving. You turn to Aegon and smile.

"Ready?"

"How about you lay down with me and let me treat you?" He wiggled his eyebrows and you rolled your eyes.

"For that, we are going now." He instantly frowned.

You chose the room yourself, Aegon really just tagged along. It was a fairly large room, bigger than your current one but smaller than the Queens. Perfect for three people.

“Please start moving furniture, mine, my husbands and Prince Aegons items into this room, but please find a larger bed. And no questions.” You instruct the servants and they just bow and scurry off.

“I love when your assertive.” Aegon kissed your cheek, wrapped his arms around you and dug his face in your neck.

“We should find something to eat, we have been searching for a room all day and im hungry.” He placed a hand on your swollen belly and stood up straight.

“I cannot let you or my little girl starve.”

“Little girl?” You raise your eyebrow at him and let him drag you out the room.

“Yes I believe our babe will be a girl.”

“Hmm, Aemond said that both times and they ended being boys.”

“What do you think we’ll have?”

“Another boy, im hanging quite low and my symptoms are the same.”

“A mother knows best.” He kisses your temple and his smile dropped as he thought of his own mother. All the hell he put her through. He knew when she visited and found out her newest grandchild is not her second son’s but her first, she’d bd livid. And he didn’t want to think about what she would do when she finds out he’s marrying his brother and his brothers wife.

Aemond joined you after cleaning himself. His eye patch was killing him, it was scratching and digging into his skin. He sat down in his new chamber and ripped the patch off.

“Are you alright?” You ask him as you place a small box down.

“The patch hurts.”

“You need a new one, it’s already worn out.” Aegon overheard you and set a box down.

He knew a guy

Aemond woke up early to head into the markets to find a new patch. He unwrapped his arm from you in bed and sat up. He reached for the patch but be felt the material and furrowed his eyebrows.

It was clearly new. Plain black, soft edges, and excellent craftsmanship.

He looked down at you, you were sleeping peacefully, burying your face into Aeons back. You couldn’t have gotten up, he would’ve known. Maybe one of your handmaids got it for you? His eye traveled to the door where he saw Aegons boots, but they were muddy. He looked at his brother and his heart fluttered.

Did he get it for him?”

He walked around the bed and stood in front of him. He hesitated for a moment before reaching down and shaking his shoulder. Aegon didn’t stir at all. Aemond rolled his ehe and gave him a shard shove making his brother shoot up.

“Aemond- What?” He whispered and rubbed his eyes.

“Would you like to join me in the training yard?” Aegon was trying to understand the question, just barley waking up.

“Okay.” He says and flops down.

“Get ready.” His brother says and he hears him walk away. Aegon rolls his eyes and shoves the sheets on him.

“My love, me and Aemond are going to the training yard.” He whispered to you and your face twisted.

“Okay.” You say and fall back asleep.

You woke up completely confused when neither man was next to you. It took you a moment to remember where they had gone.

“Eoywn!?” You called and sat up, the door opened quickly to reveal your brown headed knight.

“Yes princess?” He ran to your aide and offered his hands to pull you up.

“How long have the princes’ been gone?”

“No more than an hour.”

“Please escort me there after I ready myself.” You walked away, with a slight waddle.

“Yes Princess.”

Eowyn escorted you to the training ground and up to the viewing posts. You could see Aemond moving around flawlessly while Aegon stood there, clearly dumbfounded, it made you giggle.

“Fruit my lady?” A maid asks as she holds a tray full of fruits.

“Yes thank you.” You grab the plate and set it in front of you.

“I remember when I knocked Aemond on his arse when you were first betrothed.” Daemon appeared behind you and you jumped.

“Don’t do that.” You place a hand over your heart.

“Apologies.” He smirks and sits beside you. “I should go down their and do it again, maybe even do it to Aegon.”

“No, you’d embarrass them too much.”

“You’re no fun. Hows the babe?”

“Long overdue.” Daemon chuckled.

“You still have 3 months.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“It will be worth it my little dragon.” He reached out and petted your hair like he always does.

“You just want another grandchild too steal from me.” He let out a loud laugh.

“Has Rhaegar spoken to you about training him? Because he asked me.”

“No he has not, Eoywn did he ask you?” You turn to the knight and he sheepishly nods. “And im guessing he has asked his father as well, why didn’t he ask me?”

“Maybe because he’s worried his mother will say no?” Your father says and you sigh.

“I guess.” You turn your attention back to the field just to see Aegon fall face first in the mud. You winced but Daemon let out a loud laugh and you slapped his shoulder. Aemond looked up and as did Aegon.

A flash of anger surged through Aegons body as embarrassment flooded his body. He let out a yell and scrambled to his feet before swinging his sword at his brother. Aemond stumbled back in shock but regained his posture.

“Calm down brother.” Aegon has always had anger issues in training. They’re swords clashed together and Aegon pushes forward as did Aemond, making the blades rest on their necks.

They looked deep into each others purple eyes. Aegon’s calmed down and his breathing matches his brothers. Their grips on the swords loosened and they lowered them, but not moving away from each other. The people watching started whispering.

“They’re whispering.” Mumbles Aemond .

“Let them.” Aegon pushed his chest against Aemonds and they swore they could feel each others hearts begin to race. The more they stared at each other the more their faces grew red. Aegon flickered his eyes to his brothers small, almost heart shaped lips.

You were watching from above, waiting to see what would happen, it excited you.

“Not here.” Aemond stepped back and cleared his throat.

“I see how you look at me.” Says Aegon and oh how he wishes he could grab his hand. “I want it too brother.”

3 months had passed Aemond and Aegon still had not kissed and you were now in labor.

“Where are they?” You seethed and grabbed the chair.

“I do not know, my lady please lay down.”

“No.” You snapped. “Women found that standing and squatting will help the baby come quicker.” The door burst open to reveal your father.

“I see that it is time.” He placed a hand on your back and rubbed it up and down. “Where are they?”

“I-I don’t know, Kepa please find them.” You cried and dig your face in his chest, Daemon sighed and kisses your head.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“I have not, and you’re interrupting my reading.” Aemond says and doesn’t look up from his book.

“Aemond, when we marry you know kissing is part of it, gods I thought I was the smart one.” Aemond just rolls his eye. Aegon sat down on the cough right next to Aemond and snatched the book so he could throw it across the room. He then grabbed Aemond face and pulled him close. “Kiss me.” Aegons hands on his face felt like they were burning him, but it was a good burn.

The truth of Aemond avoiding his brother(more than he does), is that he was scared. Everytime Aegon walked into the room his heart swelled in his chest, it wasn’t the same as when you would. No yours made him feel like he would explode, but what is brother makes him feel is damn close.

“I’ve never kissed a man.”

“Its not hard I can teach you, I can teach you a lot of things.” Aegon says and Aemond swallows hard. He slowly started to lean in, but before their lips touched a booming voice stopped them. In fear they scrambled away from each other.

“Nephews your wife and betrothed is have your baby, what the fuck are you doing!?” Daemon asks, he clearly knew what was happening, but it wasn’t the time to dwell on it.

Aemond practically jumped over the furniture and pushed past his uncle. Aegon followed in tow but almost tripped on the way out.

They reached the chamber door and burst through it.

“My love.”

Aemonds voice stopped your pacing and you painfully walked to him. He grabbed you arms and pressed his head against yours.

“Im here.”

“Prince Aegon you cannot be in here.”

“Im-.”

“He is the fucking father of course he’s going to be here.” You say and clearly shocked the handmaid. She tried to stammer something but found it best to just keep her mouth shut.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were feeling something?” Aemond asked.

“It started after you left.”

“What do you need?”

“I just need to walk.”

They took turns walking you up and down the halls. Aegon didn’t know what to do, but when he saw Aemond breathing with you he decided to do the same.

“You’re going to be such a good father.” You say weakly and lean against him.

“If you say it more I might believe you.” He chuckled and you laughed before wincing.

“Fuck.” You dipped your hand under your dress and felt around before gasping.

“What!?” Aegon stopped and his eyes widened at you.

“I feel the baby.”

“Oh.” He froze instantly

“Aegon!” Your yell snapped him out.

“Ok Ok! Uh- lets get you back.” You slowly took a few steps, still with your hand between your legs. You got to the room and everyone say how you were and flooded around you.

“Princess you must lay down.”

“No.” You say and push past people.

“Y/n please.” Says Aemond but you wave him off. You sit on the edge of the bed and slid down to a squatting position, still gripping the edge.

“I want to push.”

“Okay princess.” An older handmaid says and gets to her knees in front of you. Another maid walked past Aemond with a water basin with towels in it.

“I can do that.” He takes it from her hands. “Aegon sit behind her.” Aegon was just standing in a corner, terrified out of his mind. He was never in the birthing room for Helaena, didn’t even see her after. “Aegon! Fucking move!”

“Okay.” He nods and walks cautiously to move behind you. You wrapped your arms around his thighs and leaned back. You then felt a cool towel dab on your forehead, you then to see Aemond and you smiled.

“You got this.” He kissed your head

“When you’re ready princess.”

“Okay.” You took in a deep breath and started pushing. Everyone started saying words of encouragement as you pushed again.

“One more big push.” You let out a scream and dug your nails into Aegons legs making him wince. The last push resulted in a babies cry.

“A boy, a perfect boy.” You let out a laugh and collapsed.

“Lets get her in the bed.”

They tied off the umbilical cord them cut it so they could take him to het cleaned. He was crying so much already. Aemond grabbed under your arm and pulled you up, Aegon moved out of the way and helped you lay down.

“You did so good.” Whispered Aegon and he kissed your cheek. You smiled weakly before an uncomfortable pressure pushed in your stomach.

“Oh fuck.”

“The afterbirth.” A maid says. “We must collect it.” While it was being collected they brought the newborn over and handed him right to Aemond. Aegon straightened himself out trying to see the baby.

“Hello.” Aemond cooed and he smiled at the scrunch the baby gave hum before whimpering. “Would you like to meet your father? Hmm?” Aemond started walking towards Aegon. “Here you go.”

“I don’t know how.”

“Yes you do, you’ve held the twins and Maelor, its the same thing.” Aegon still hesitated but he lifted his arms and Aemond placed the squirming baby in his hold.

“Shh. Shh everything’s okay.” He adjusted the babe to a more comfortable position. “Im not going to mess you up, I promise.” He gently laid a small kiss on his forehead.

“Um may I please see my son?” Aegon looks to see you sitting up and waiting. He nodded and carefully stood up and placed your son in your arms. “Gods you were a big one.” Everyone laughed at that.

The door opened and Daemon walked into the room with Rhaenyra in tow.

“Oh my little dragon.” He went to you first and cradled your face before kissing it. “You did so good.” He looked down to his newest grandchild. “And who is this?” He held his finger out and stroked the babies cheek.

“Do we have a name? You looked too Aegon and he let out an awkward laugh.

“Yes this is Elyas Targaryen.”

“Beautiful name.” He says and leans down to kiss his head.

People were in and out the room the whole day, wishing their congratulations. Rhaegar was the most excited to get a new sibling, but as he greeted his new brother you could help but remember he doesn’t know his parents are marrying his uncle.

They moved a bathtub in the room so you could relax as Aegon and Aemond were hogging him, really only handing him too for a feeding.

“He’s perfect.” Aegon says not taking his eyes of his son.

“Just wait until he starts growing.” Aemond falls on the bed. Someone knocked on the door. “Come in.” The door opened to reveal Ser Eoywn.

“Your graces, Lady Alicnet Hightower has arrived, just thought you should prepare yourself.” Nobody said a word after that.

“Thank you Ser Eoywn.” He nodded and stepped back, shutting the door behind him.

“She’s going to kill us.”

A/n- this took me a Fuck load of time but here it is. The whole Alicent deal is going to be a separate oneshot, im also going to be writing a few things within the Good Wife universe thats set before chapter 6, there’s going to be prequel as well:))

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stillinracooncity · 8 months

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that feminine urge to read something that makes you cry, get angry, scream, laugh like a hormonal teenager, turn up the heat, feel like the most unique and beautiful human being on earth. *sighs*

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aemondsbabe · 6 months

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Little Love

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

pairing: aemond targaryen x reader x aegon ii targaryen

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

word count: 6k oops

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“About?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aegon whines, Aemond chuckles, and you tiredly groan.

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neonlight2 · 1 year

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Jaehaera Targaryen (OC) x Daemon x Rhaenyra

(And someone else… who will be a surprise.)

Trigger warnings: mentions of SA and abuse, Smut, wlw smut (if you don’t like bisexuals or lesbians— wtf are you even doing here. Get out.), implied p in v, oral (fem receiving), fingering, voyeurism/exhibition, praise and degradation

Lemme know if I missed anything… enjoy. Don’t worry, there will be some more later on, so don’t be disappointed if your ship wasn’t necessarily fulfilled.

Sneaking away with Rhaenyra and Daemon. (Masterlist)

It was a regular occurrence. Sneaking out with Rhaenyra and Daemon after a strenuously prim event became second nature. Surprisingly enough, it was Rhaenyra’s idea in the beginning…

“Are you daydreaming without me Queenie? Or are you searching for the right question to ask?”

“Would you ever— never mind.”

“Hey, cut that shit out. I always want to know what’s going on in your mind.”

The Princess let out a light laugh at Jaehaera’s shameless cursing. A habit picked up from Daemon no doubt.

“Would you ever like to go back in town, deep into town?”

Grinning knowingly at the ivory strands framing Rhaenyra’s face, she brushes them aside to avert the girl’s gaze. “I’d love too.”

An obvious joy flashed across the older girls face before concern swiftly took over. “Are you sure? You don’t have to do it for me, or Daemon, we understand—,”

“Nyra,” Jaehaera cooed in a sing song voice. “I want to go. There’s no need to fear my past.”

Not to mention she had already prepared herself a few days before because Daemon asked her the same thing.

The first time they went was utter chaos and filled with debauchery. Drinking, watching vulgar plays, and Daemon did quite a lot of whoring. All while Rhaenyra and Jaehaera talked, watching colors fly after taking a heavenly drug.

However, the last time they went, Rhaenyra was inevitably banned, Daemon was exiled, and Jaehaera… well you’ll see.

***

“Where would you like to go today my princess?” Daemon asked in his regular flirtatious tone, holding Rhaenyra’s hand in his while desperately trying to get ahold of the raven haired girl walking in front of them.

He’d started to call her “quick-feet” from time to time, due to how fast she managed to wander from them.

“We always pick—,” Rhaenyra replied, glancing between her two companions. “Where do you want to go Issa qēlos?” My star

Jaehaera stopped in her tracks, causing both Daemon and Rhaenyra to crash into her back. A small grunt left them after.

“What’s the matter Jae?” Rhaenyra asked, letting go of Daemon to peer around the girl— who had surpassed her height, closing towards Daemon’s every day.

And while Jaehaera moved far to quickly for either of them to follow her line of sight, it was enough time for Daemon and Rhaenyra to recognize the shift in her demeanor.

“The brothel.” Jaehaera answered before leaving totally, letting her body weave through the crowd like thread to the eye of a needle.

Within seconds both Targaryens we’re equally confused, curious, and oddly cautious as they tried their best to follow suit. Glancing at each other amidst the chaos, there was a collective understanding: whatever caught her eye was dangerous.

Perhaps to her, to them, or hopefully— to itself. All they knew was it was enough to drag her attention away from them. And while individually, she would feel more inclined to entertain herself, Jaehaera had never voluntarily left them whilst together.

They didn’t even have to enter the pleasure house to hear it’s contents. Lewd moans and vulgar slurs echoed outside the building, along with the clinking of coin, which hung in bags off the furniture and bodies spread out about the place. Daemon was used to the debauchery, so the crude behavior did nothing to sway his attentions, but Rhaenyra couldn’t help wrinkle her nose as the musk seeped through the walls. She may have grown accustomed, and less embarrassed when faced with such activities— she would have to when in town with Daemon of course— yet she was still a princess. And she didn’t think good hygiene was too much to ask for.

Instinctively, Daemon’s hand had wrapped around his niece’s waist as to scare off any unwanted advances. Sure, she was wearing a cloak, so no one could see her face, nor was she dressed as on of the working girls in the estate. But that had never stopped the audacity of a bastard before.

“I’ve lost her.” He whispered directly into her ear, positioning himself behind her to look as if he were about to have his way. It was all a play— or at least that’s what both of them would say, but that’s didn’t stop Rhaenyra’s cheeks to set aflame.

“So much for being one of the best trackers in the realm,” she replied with rolling eyes and a snip attitude.

Snaking his hands around her front, the prince cupped her neck softly. “Now is not the time to tease my princess. Our dragon has gone on a war path, and her eyes were foreboding.”

Almost crooning into his touch, she nodded. “Fine, then what would you have us do.”

Tilting his head slightly, he shifts hers by the chin. “I suppose we could ask the woman in charge.”

“I suppose you know her very well.”

“Don’t be jealous Nyra, she’s an old friend.”

“One that you once claimed to be your pregnant fiancé, and our dragon is totally taken with.”

Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, Daemon could only say, “Litse.” Fair

***

“Jaehaera is perfectly well.”

Huffing to himself Daemon slouched on the chair closest in reach. “I can always count on you for vague answers White Worm.”

“I merely telling you what you need to know.” She said while stacking the coins to count her revenue.

“And that is?” Rhaenyra asked, her thinning patience pricking at her tone.

Mysaria let out a steady breath, eyes sealed shut in order to calm the anger boiling closer to her throat with every passing second. “Jaehaera is safe. She is attending to business of her own,” the stern woman’s face showed little sympathy for the two royals in her presence. “As am I.”

There was a brief silence between all three. A mutual agreement to trust the person whom they all stood here for.

“What could she possibly wish to keep from us?” Rhaenyra asked, voice gone soft and depleted.

This time the White Worm showed an ounce of mercy.

“We all have our secrets, most are best left in the dark to those we love.” She stared intently on the gold within her hand, listening to the tick somewhere near her desk. “She’ll be back in an hour or so.”

***

It reeked of filth. Of musk, rot, and above all else iron.

The air was thick in the smell and had become humid. Sweat soaked every inch of skin within the room, almost as much as the red staining the walls and floor. And while the activities past the door were evident and loud, the individuals here only found a vicious pitch or the wheezing breath of the other.

“Please,” one of the men, top of the pile, cried out the best he could muster. He was practically blind due to the swell of his face, yet his one spared eye still couldn’t find the monster amongst the darkness.

“I’ll ask you one last time.”

The man lunches forward, choking on the blood running up his throat from added pressure to his ribs— every single one cracked. “Please just let me go! I’ll do anything! I didn’t know I swear!”

A sharp sting attacked his scalp, forcing his head up as soft lips grew close to his ear. “Believe me, I didn’t either. But then again,” a melodic tune filled his ears as her awaited her judgement. She was mocking him.

“I’m not the one who raped and beat innocent girls.”

His eyes went wide, bulging from his skull, and if she wished.. she could have plucked them out.

Wrapping a hand, wet and sticky with blood, around his neck, she asked for the last time. “Where is she?”

A pathetic whimper left his lips, sputtering as bile and metallic filled his mouth. “I-I told you I don’t—,”

“Wrong answer.” She chimes tightening her grip, ready to jut back.

“NO! She-she’s dead.”

Her grip loosened.

“How?”

Finally, learning from his mistakes he answered quickly. “Infection. We had to throw her into a fire pit.”

It must have been a minute before she spoke again. “Do you regret it?”

She felt the bob of his Adam’s apple before he replied a hushed, “Yes.”

“Good.”

A crack was followed by a stout thud, and the top of his head colliding with the cold floor.

Now the living thing in the room was her. The walking shadow, who’s steps never made a sound, nor did she seem to bleed. No, she was dressed in the last breath of her victims. Yet she could help but hold them all in.

Her throat soured in bitter acid, plaguing her tongue with guilt. The girls lungs seemed to seize as she treaded toward the door. Slowly her eyes grew hazy and spotted within the dark. It was only until she swung the door open that she found air.

In a frenzy her eyes searched.

Searched for some reassurance, some safety, something to cover the sticky red dripping off her figure as she stood. She had barely stepped out of the room when felt a warm weight atop her shoulders. If she weren’t so tired she would have probably snapped the arms that held the cloak in place, but her mind was murky as swamp water and her legs were twitching with tension.

With a turn of her head she saw an unexpected sight.

“Come with me please,” she said— a voice so sweet the girl wished to drown in it— while her hands lightly coaxed her forward. She looked so much like her. “White Worm has sent me to care for you if need be, your highness.”

The whisper made the princess’ skin prickle and her head nod in agreement. She tried to speak, but a croak was released instead of her voice. It was only then that she noticed how tight her throat had become.

Letting the girl steer her along, they kept close to the walls, which didn’t hold to kindly to her stomach. Even though she had barely been touched, the bloodied girl couldn’t help when it began to churn. Visions of her past forced their way into her mind, plaguing whatever sanity she had left.

“Right in here, ma’am.”

Another room— almost pitch black. Her stomach eased.

The only light in the room was from a dim candle, sat on a desk not too far from the bed and a wooden dresser. It must have been one of the working girls chambers, she thought before glancing over at her rescuer. Her brown hair turning a golden color in the light, and her differing eyes shining gold and a rich green.

“Stay here and rest your highness, I shall go fetch White Worm—,”

“No—” her hand launched forward, catching the girls hand with great fervor.

There was a second of worry that flashed over the girls face, which had been mistaken for fear. She left the girl’s hand go before asking again.

“Please stay. Send someone else if you have to report to her, but please stay.”

“If you wish, your highness.”

“No, no please. Call me Jaehaera.”

A hint of a smile quivered at the girl’s face. Perhaps she were amused by the princess’s behavior, or maybe she thought her pathetic— begging like a pitiful child.

“Would you like to take your cloak off, Jaehaera?”

Gulping back the emotion surging through her body, Jaehaera shrugged the cloak off herself, much to the other girl’s disappointment.

“It’s yours, not mine,” she said, handing it over.

The smile was full now. It stretched her face beautifully, cause her cheeks the enclave with precious dimples in her darker skin. Her hand stretched out to take the large clump of fabric, daringly grazing the Princess’s skin.

“You’re a Princess of the realm. Everything here belongs to you.”

Biting the inside of her cheek, Jaehaera shook her head and back up to sit at the edge of the bed. “You cannot own people. No matter how hard men try.”

The brunette’s gaze left the cloak, returning to the royal before her— enriched in curiousity. Something Jaehaera could remember anywhere.

“I suppose you’re right, but you can own loyalty.”

Placing the cloak aside, the girl pulled a string close to the door— a chime erupting from the action. Her delicate hands reached for something resting on the dresser not too far from where Jaehaera sat. It was only until she heard a familiar snap and saw the shot of light come to life that she noticed the box of matches.

She was losing her senses too easy. Jaehaera knew her mind would be a relentless torture for the rest of the night, perhaps longer if it deemed necessary to punish her further— and no matter how hard she’d try to find a distraction in her family, her ploys, her training, nothing would do well.

Nothing ever did when it came to her… her beautiful flower.

“Jaehaera?” So close

When had she gotten so close? The girl was face to face with her now. Their noses would touch if one of them nudged barely an inch forward. From the look of her expression the girl was worried, eyebrow furrowed more than Jaehaera preferred. All it took for her reason and logic to fall from her grasp was the drop of a single hair in her face; the strand practically begged to be pushed back.

Somehow her actions were lost in time. Within an instant her skin was snug against Jaehaera’s and oh how soft it was. So soft. The way it molded to her fingertips was so heavenly, one might think it blasphemous. She could practically feel the warmth radiating off of her, and if she had dared to— the princess may have argued that the girl sitting on top of her mimicked the heat she only found from other dragons.

Maybe it was her? Or had their heat mingled? She couldn’t tell. For the third time in her life, Jaehaera was completely defenseless in mind and soul.

There’s no doubt if she wished, the trained girl could topple the other in seconds. But against every criticism floating through her mind, the Targaryen let her impulses take control.

Their breathing was heavy, hot, and the suspense could have driven any sane person mad. Both were intertwined; the girls legs on either side of Jaehaera’s, her hands hovering over the royal’s bare skin which peeked through her loose blouse— threatening to slip off her shoulder. Ghosting her fingers dangerously near the girls waist, Jaehaera swallowed before asking permission, her intense gaze never leaving those unique eyes she now craved on her always.

“Do I have your loyalty?”

Finally, the girl allowed her hands to caress Jaehaera’s skin, brushing the clothes still dirty of blood off her otherwise perfect skin under. Drawing close she let her hands wander as well as her words.

“You have the very breath I breathe,” she whispered with confidence. “If you wished me to stop, I’d heed your word. If you wished for me to tend to you, I would mend whatever harm you may face. If you told me to stay with you all night long—,” she exhaled shakily as the princess pressed a firm hand to her hip and another close to her neck— “I would not sleep until you bid me rest.”

The declaration made Jaehaera burn, thighs clinching from the euphoria flowing down her spine, while her head slowly dropped back. Her neck inviting whatever worship the girl wished to give. And that she did.

Lips and hands quickly made work, tugging on skin and clothes— holding to grow as close as possible. In a blink of time their clothes were thrown to the side, truly to never be seen again, and instead red and pink marks covered each of their skin. Soon Jaehaera held the girl she met not even an hour ago beneath her, ravaging her neck and every inch of her soft breast.

When she finally pulled away enough to admire her work, she took hold of the girls wrist and pushed them into the plush mattress. She wished to see all of her, and the girl would not deny Jaehaera.

“Tell me your name.” She ordered in a tone that would have made the girl’s knees weak and fall straight to the floor if she were standing.

A small whine left her lips, stopping her answer before it began, from the new pressure against her naked cunt. The anticipation forced her hips to move against Jaehaera’s hand, hoping to relieve tension building in the swell of her stomach. Losing herself in the circles she caressed into Jaehaera’s palm, leaving slick to pool against her fingers— threatening to slip inside her at any moment—

A swift slap to her desperate clit made her legs quiver and a cry leap from her mouth. “I asked you a question darling.”

Her whimpering became music to the dragon’s ears, urging her to torture the bud even more with the pad of her thumb and a scrape of her nail. She knew she shouldn’t have enjoyed it so much. The way the girl squirmed against her touch, trying to run only to be forced open by her lover’s thighs. She shouldn’t adore the purple spots appearing wherever she sunk her teeth into the girls plush flesh. It shouldn’t have made her feel this way. Euphoric, pleasured, and ravenous above all else.

But it did.

And she could help but wonder if this was how Daemon felt when he took a woman. If he felt desperate to fuck them until they were dumb to his very words let alone touch. If he were as rough, perhaps rougher with them. Did he leave evidence behind, or rather— did he feel the need to.

“Edeline!”

Her movements eased, turning gentle as a hum tickled Edeline’s neck from Jaehaera’s numerous, sweet kisses along her jaw.

The girl’s back was already arched so that her chest pressed tightly against the other, who’s hands, mouth, and very presence gave her ecstasy. Yet still, her lungs begged for more air to counter the fog breaching her head. Any longer and she might have lost herself completely.

But there was still time for that, Jaehaera thought.

Crooning lightly into the crook of her shoulder the princess pressed plush lips against the tattered skin— which was her doing. “Pledge to me,” she said in a melodic tone as she let her lover feverishly caress and tug at her limps. Pulling away the Targaryen looked directly at the quivering girl beneath her, eyes now aflame and golden in color. They stole yet another gasp of awe and fluttering touch of the flushed cheeks resting below.

“Pledge to me, and I’ll make sure you never need anything. That you will be cared for, and you’ll never need to work here ever again if you wished.”

Without hesitation Edeline replied, “I cannot pledge to you a second time, but you may take me wherever you see fit.”

Those were the binding words… a pact that would ruin them both in a many of ways. But for now, in this moment, it was only fuel for the fire erupting within the raven haired dragon. As she parted the girl once more, ready to devour every bit she was able.

*** meanwhile…

Pressed against the wall tight and unable to escape— if she wanted to at all— Rhaenyra’s breathing hallowed as her skirt raised and allowed Daemon to touch her as they pleased. One hand rested along hers against a the cold, stone wall which differed greatly from the heat between the two chaotic dragons. Both hungry for one another.

His other hand had made its way under her linen, tearing whatever underlining she had in frustration. He needed to feel her. To touch her. To have her begging him to stop because the pleasure was far too great, only to then whimper when he complied to her verbal wishes. He wanted her. In every aspect she was willing to give.

Rhaenyra choked on a sudden moan as her eyes rolled to the back of her skull from Daemon’s attention to detail. If she’s let her mind wander she may have grown jealous of the reason for his expertise of how to pleasure a woman, but his hands were working far too deliciously for her to think farther than the coil building in her core.

“Please please please Daemon,” she pleaded deliriously.

Scoffing to himself, bemused at her already desperate state, he leaned against her more— trapping her body further. “So greedy Nyra,” he tsked mockingly, “Only a few seconds of me touching you, and a proper whore you’ve become.”

“Daemon!”

“Alright, alright—,” he laughed before groaning from the slight release of her ass pressed tight against his growing problem. His hands made their way to his own waistline, ready to relieve them both from the impending wait. Such a long wait it has been.

He was almost there too, a moment away from mounting Rhaenyra against the wall, making her his finally— indefinitely. Even with hundred of other behind a single wall, doing the very same. Anyone could easily see them, but they were both too crazed to care and deep inside they like it. The rush of being caught exhilarated them.

But then he saw him. And her.

A guard from the palace, reminding him of the king. His brother.

And Jaehaera walking out of a doorway in only a large shirt to cover her brilliance, and not even the one she arrived in.

It took everything in Daemon to leave Rhaenyra there, but he did.

And he later grew to regret it.

***

“Princess..?”

“Sir Criston.”

“What are you doing in such a—,”

And chaos begun.

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cherienymphe · 1 year

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Sibling Rivalry (Aemond Targaryen x Reader x Aegon II Targaryen)

WARNINGS: NON-CON, incest, loss of virginity, jealousy, arranged marriage, cuckolding, infidelity, Velaryon!Reader

➥ banner by @maysdigitalarts | ➥ divider by @firefly-graphics

summary: Aemond had claimed your first kiss, and your hand in marriage……but Aegon had claimed your body.

You never believed your cousin Rhaenyra to be capable of cold-blooded murder.

No matter what your parents believed, no matter what you overheard as a child, you just could not find it in you to fall prey to such rumors. You had heard all of the whispers, of course, regarding her sons’ true parentage, but Laenor’s love for them was evident for all to see. Rhaenyra’s love for him was just as obvious…so no.

You did not believe that she had your brother killed.

Your mother did not quite agree.

You came along much later than your siblings, the same age as Laena’s own daughters at her funeral. You remembered Laenor’s grief, and you recalled your guilt at your lack thereof. Laena had long married Daemon and had left Driftmark when you came along, so you did not know her as well as you would have liked. However, you did mourn the loss of a relationship that was never given the chance to flourish.

You had then hoped that Laenor would be around more, and perhaps he would fill in the gaps where memories of Laena should have been. You had hoped for that, but then he’d “died”, and your mother blamed Rhaenyra. The brief hope that you might have been married off to Jacaerys Velaryon died too, and you were forced to accept that it would never happen.

Especially so once your trips to King’s Landing became more frequent.

“She only has her brothers,” you had sadly murmured to your mother one day, playing with some flowers you had plucked. “…and you mustn’t tell the queen, but I do not think she likes her mother very much.”

You saw a lot of yourself in Helaena Targaryen. Quiet, fragile, and so painfully alone. Each departure became harder and harder as the fair skinned girl clung to you each time, her brothers frowning at her behavior. You suppose that she saw you somewhat like a sister, and you could not deny that you saw her the same in some ways.

It was the queen herself who proposed the idea of taking you on as her ward.

Driftmark was supposed to pass to you, should have passed to you, but your parents knew that you did not want it. You were happy to let your niece take it instead when the time came, more than content to live at King’s Landing with the sweet Helaena. Her brothers had never been taken into consideration.

Perhaps they should have.

After all these years, it still amazed you how all three were raised under the same hand, and yet walked the corridors so differently. The contrast between Helaena’s sweet nature and Aegon’s cruelty made your head spin. Looking back, it seemed almost inhumane to marry them, even if only for the sake of blood purity. It was not until years later when you discovered just how cruel he could be, but by then, it was too late.

For both Helaena…and you.

Aegon and Aemond fought more often than not, but on those occasions where they saw eye to eye, whoever was on the receiving end of their cruelty was granted your greatest sympathy. Aegon was quick to anger, and slow to forgive. Aemond was bold, wild, willful, hot-tempered…and unforgiving. Quite the pair they made, and no one avoided them in the beginning as much as you did.

Yet no one else seemed appeal to their baser instincts…as much as you did.

“Beware the dragon who is already claimed,” Helaena had whispered one day.

You were outside with her, sitting at her side as she studied the centipede that crawled along her skin. You had looked up with a hum, used to her ramblings and cryptic whisperings by now. Her eyes were not on you, but you could still see the heaviness in them as you asked her what she meant. She was quiet for what felt like a long time before repeating herself.

“Beware the dragon who is already claimed,” she sadly whispered again.

You had frowned slightly, not quite understanding what she meant, and she offered no further explanation. Deep in thought, you did not take note of the approach of her newly husband, Aegon’s presence casting a dark cloud over you both as he inquired on his brother’s whereabouts. Neither of you had the answer he wanted, and you did not like how dismissive he was of his sister.

So disgusted with him, you had looked away, missing the parting glance he threw over his shoulder.

You had missed so many things.

Aegon’s watchful gaze from afar had never registered to you. Why would it? You were always at Helaena’s side, and there was no oddity in a husband watching his wife. You did not question it at the dinner table, in the throne room, and not even outside when you helped Helaena look for a new creature to care for. He was always there in the shadows, watching over what you believed to be his wife.

His own interest unfortunately attracted another.

Aemond was less discreet, purposely so. He’d always been bold, and no one was more taken aback than you at the gradual shadow you’d seemed to acquire. You were foolish to think it was innocent, the same protective nature that he had for Helaena. It had made sense to you then. Growing up in King’s Landing at their side, why would he not see you in the same light as he saw his sister?

Despite how nervous Aemond made you sometimes, he became the only one to take your concerns for Helaena seriously.

“He is not good to her,” you tearfully sneered one day, pacing your chambers. “You must say something to him.”

Aemond’s watchful gaze did not leave you once as you voiced your worry over what you had seen. A bruise on her arm that was so ugly it made your stomach churn. There was no question in your mind as to who was at fault.

“It isn’t so bad,” she’d said to you one evening. “Mostly he just ignores you…except sometimes when he’s drunk.”

Tears filled your vision at the memory of those words. Aegon’s reputation was no secret these days, and your skin crawled with the thought that Helaena had to sleep next to such an animal every night. You’d been so lost in your thoughts that you did not take notice of Aemond’s footsteps until his hands were already on your arms.

You reluctantly looked at him, swallowing.

Sometimes the younger prince looked at you in such a way that terrified you. It had been that way for years, and the weight of his gaze had gotten no lighter. Watching, watching, watching. He was always watching, and you had long given up on trying to decide if it was the look of a protector or that of a warden.

Not once had you ever considered that you were just as trapped as Helaena Targaryen.

Aemond’s hand drifted to your face, his thumb brushing along the corner of your mouth and making you gasp. His gaze was drawn to the action, staring at your parted lips for what felt like a long time. You had pulled away slightly, taking a step back, and you did not miss the way his eye darkened at that.

After some time, he finally spoke, meeting your gaze again.

“I will talk to my brother,” he promised you.

His hands trailed down your frame as he let you go, sharply inhaling when he brushed by you. It was moments like this that struck fear into you the most. You knew Aemond’s true nature. His casual cruelty that he could wield onto anyone he saw fit. His cold demeanor that threatened to freeze whomever he pleased. It was not lost on you that whenever he was in your presence, Aemond was holding himself back.

You dreaded the day when he no longer would.

Aemond was your first kiss.

It had come so unexpectedly, right after a heated exchange of words you’d had with his own brother. The oldest Targaryen prince had talked to Helaena in a way that you did not like. You were quick to tell him as much, and his callous laugh had angered you beyond belief. A princess in your own right, you had not hesitated to strike him clear across the face.

Aegon had not appreciated that, and you would be a liar if you said the way he swiftly stood did not scare you. His expression had molded into something ugly, something nasty, and you had stumbled back when his chest brushed yours. Neither of you said a word, simply staring each other down. You with wide eyes…and him with a vicious glint in his violet gaze that had your heart skipping a beat.

He had stepped closer again, the corner of his pink lips curving upwards ever so slightly. Aegon had looked positively terrifying as he reached up to play with a strand of your white hair, admiring it in a way that made you squirm. When you went to take another step back, he swiftly twisted it around his fingers, yanking on it and keeping you in place with a wince.

You reached up to pull on his arm as he merely drank you in. His eyes traveled along your frame slowly, as if memorizing every part of you, and you wanted nothing more than to be as far away from him as possible. He was so close, too close, and you watched in horror as he started to lean in when something over your shoulder caught his attention.

His smile was genuinely mirthful as he let you go, still looking over your shoulder.

You had never been more relieved to see Aemond in your life. The younger Targaryen prince was quick to guide you away as you ran towards him without sparing Aegon a second glance. His hold was tight on your arm, and you were fully expecting him to tear into you, telling you that you knew exactly how Aegon could be.

Aemond, however, did the last thing you ever expected.

His lips had stolen yours before you had realized it, your back pressed against the wall of the empty corridor. Your eyes were wide and hands unsure as they pressed against him, not quite so willing as he tasted the inside of your mouth. In that moment, you were forced to confront what you had long ignored. Aemond’s hand on your neck kept you in place, and you felt dazed when he pulled away.

The kiss prepared you for what followed.

You suspected that it had been a long time in the making, but you were not all that shocked at the marriage your parents and the king and queen agreed to between you and Aemond. There had been a dread within you for years, settling and festering deep down until it took you over completely. Always dreading…something. What, you had never known, but this was evidently the answer.

Aemond had claimed your first kiss, and your hand in marriage…

…but Aegon had claimed your body.

The night before your wedding was a nerve-wracking one for a multitude of reasons, and perhaps that was why you thought nothing of answering the knock at your chamber door. You had hopes that it was Helaena or perhaps even your mother, there to offer some much-needed guidance on what to do the following night.

Aegon was the last person you expected to see.

“Aegon,” you had breathed in shock, frowning. “What…brings you here at this hour?”

His blond hair curled behind his ears, the color of his eyes popping in the darkness. His smile was small, sweet in a sickly way. He did not answer you right away, instead allowing his gaze to travel behind you, taking in your room in all its splendor.

“I came to wish you favor and blessings on your nuptials tomorrow.”

Your lips parted, and your brows drew together.

“How kind of you,” you eventually whispered.

His gaze snapped to yours again, frighteningly fast, and you swallowed.

“Helaena wanted to be the one to do it, but I offered to come in her stead,” he replied.

You were unsure of what to say to that, so you said nothing. It was dawning on you that you were alone. Your guards were nowhere to be seen, and you supposed why would they be? You were just as much royalty as prince Aegon, but this was his home after all, and every man here would answer to him before they did you.

Your hair stood on end.

“If that is all,” you said, pushing the door closed.

Aegon’s hand stopped it, his palm against the wood as he pushed against it. Your strength was no match for his, and your heart dropped when he prevented you from closing it. He took a step forward, standing beneath the threshold now, and your hold on the door tightened. Aegon’s gaze flickered between your eyes.

“My brother will finally get what he has always longed for…”

His words confirmed what you had never wanted to utter aloud.

“How funny though,” he quietly commented. “…considering I saw you first.”

Your frown deepened, and there was a turning in your gut that you could not deny. You glanced behind him, a myriad of decisions playing out in your head. You could not even focus on the meaning behind his words, too concerned with what he would do next.

“Aegon, it is late-.”

“…and you have such a big day tomorrow,” he interrupted, leaning against the door now. “I just want to make sure that all goes as it should.”

You slowly shook your head.

“I…I do not follow.”

You wanted him gone, but no matter how many times your gaze strayed behind him, no one was magically coming to your rescue. Aegon let out a soft chuckle, and when you looked back to him, he had stepped past the threshold now. He was closer than you ever wanted him to be, and you jerked your head away when he reached up to graze your jaw with his fingers.

He stared at the skin there for a while with parted lips, fixated on it. He blinked a few times before his eyes met yours again, fingers still in the air.

“As his older brother…I feel it is my right to properly prepare his wife to be for her wedding night.”

The meaning behind his words washed over you like a bucket of cold water. Your eyes widened, and you reacted a second too late, tripping over your feet when he forced you back and closed the door behind him. His hand had fisted itself into your gown, the only thing that kept you from falling, really, and you reached up to loosen his hold.

The scream in your throat was forced back down by his free hand, his palm covering your mouth with a strength you didn’t know he possessed. Aegon, the second of his name, shushed you as he forced you back. Your tears wet his hand, and you could not tell if the prince took joy in the sight, or he simply did not notice.

“I do not have much hope for my brother, you see,” he purred with a cruel smile. “…I only want to make sure that my dear cousin, my sister-in-law to be, knows what it is to be well satisfied.”

Aegon took great delight in pain.

That was something you found out the night before your wedding.

Your bed had never felt so hard before until he slammed you onto it. The fight between you was brutal, so brutal that you would have thought that you were fighting for your life. You supposed that in a way, you were. Aegon’s face whipped to the side as you hit him, and you struck him again, this time drawing blood. It was not hard to tell that it only made him angrier, spurred him on.

The sound of tearing fabric was loud in your chambers, the flimsy gown shredding to pieces under his hunger driven strength. The night air was cool against your skin, goosebumps appearing and buds hardening. Aegon wasted no time before taking one into his mouth, teeth piercing your skin and drawing a yelp from you. You cried beneath him, pushing at his head.

“Aemond is allowed a wife of his choosing but I, the firstborn son, was not granted that luxury… Does that seem fair to you?”

You supposed the question was rhetorical, but even if it was not, you could not find the strength to answer him. Aegon’s lips were rough on your skin, teeth even rougher, and you suddenly had an entirely new fear of bearing shameful marks on your own wedding day. Aegon’s hand was on your throat, holding you down as his chest heaved. His other hand was pressed beside your head, and his lips grazed your ear.

“Aemond may take you as his wife on the morrow…,” he quietly began, fully resting his body against yours. “…but you will be mine until the end of your days.”

The bloodstain on your bed the next morning only cemented his words.

The night was full of emotions you did not know yourself capable of. The pain that filled you at Aegon’s penetration was enough to bring tears to your eyes. You had welcomed the blurry vision, not wanting to gaze upon his face as it hovered over you. Every thrust felt like the stab of a sword, and your nails actually tore your bedding as you dragged them along the fabric. Lying beneath Aegon felt like the worst of tortures, and somewhere along the way, you simply stopped fighting and opted for closing your eyes, praying that it would be over soon.

Oddly enough, when your fight waned, that was when things…changed.

Aegon’s strokes were no less vigorous, stretching your walls and sliding along your insides with a purpose. However, when you forced your mind to drift, that was when you felt the warm coils within your gut. Stirrings of heat and energy that had you involuntarily squirming, and you sank your teeth into your lip. Aegon’s low laugh reached your ears, and you opened your eyes, your vision focused to find his gaze on your face.

His skin was dewy with sweat, yours just the same, and his messy hair kissed his forehead and the sides of his face. Your body was so warm, and you mentally fought against the unfamiliar feeling coursing through your frame. Mixed with the pain, it felt oddly good, and you did not like it.

Against your will it seemed, your lashes fluttered, and you watched Aegon look down to where he disappeared into you. He seemed excited at the sight, tongue darting out to touch his lips. His hips repeatedly connected with yours with a pace that had your head spinning. The things that you were feeling, it occurred to you that they were feelings you should be feeling on your wedding night…with your husband.

You shook your head, pressing your hand to Aegon’s chest, and he only leaned down to roughly bite at your jaw. His teeth traveled down to your neck, and you hissed when he slowed down. It was tortuous really, beyond cruel to make you feel a semblance of joy in something you wanted no part in. To make you come undone by force.

Aegon claimed you well into the night, and the next day, you and Aemond sliced your palms and your lips in a traditional Valyrian ceremony, binding yourselves to one another. You had cried all the tears you had, forcing yourself to pretend as if nothing had taken place. You said your vows with everyone standing watch, all too aware of the heated gaze of the man who had taken his brother’s wife the night before, the evidence on his cheek for all to see.

Nothing came of your wedding night.

You did not go to Aemond, and he did not come to you. You were less shocked, and more relieved. In fact, for weeks your marriage went unconsummated, and despite what you guessed was going on in your husband’s mind, he said nothing in regard to it. However, due to Aegon’s own words, and what you had finally accepted as truth, you suspected that Aemond was merely satisfied to finally call you his.

At least he was…until the second month of your marriage.

“Is it true?”

You had been gazing up at the tree when Aemond came upon you so suddenly. Your stare had been focused on the red leaves, mind wandering as it often did since that night. You knew that your marriage could not carry on the way it had forever. Aemond would want an heir eventually, and even if he did not, the way his gaze drank you in whenever you were in his presence was hard to ignore.

You were his wife now, and he wanted to touch you as such.

However, you did not think it was possible to ever get over Aegon’s attack. That night haunted you, and truthfully, the only reason you could stand sleeping next to Aemond each night was because of the fear that Aegon would seek you out if you did not. Your nightmares were filled of the short-haired prince, and you repeatedly brushed off Aemond’s concerns whenever you woke up each night in a cold sweat.

You constantly fretted over what to do, but you supposed that now you did not have to.

You stared at Aemond in shock, lips parting as you slowly shook your head. There was a sinking feeling in your gut that told you exactly what this was about, but you did not wish to out yourself unintentionally. So, you simply stared at your husband.

You had seen Aemond’s wrath, but you had never been on the receiving end of it before. His eye was wide, filled with the kind of anger that made you cower beneath it’s gaze. When he slowly stepped towards you, you felt frozen, unable to even defend yourself as he roughly grabbed your arm, yanking you closer. Aemond’s long hair blew with the light breeze, and you wished to be anywhere but here.

“Is…it…true?” he slowly repeated.

“I…I do not-.”

“Did Aegon make a woman of you?”

His words made your stomach churn, and you could not stop your lips from trembling. You tried to look away, tried to hide your tearful gaze, but Aemond was quick, gripping your chin and forcing you to face him.

“Who told you such a thing?” you finally whispered.

“Aegon.”

He said his brother’s name like a curse, and your face crumbled at the older prince’s actions. His cruelty knew no bounds, and you were certain you could guess in which manner he had relayed the information. You swallowed the bile that threatened to come up.

“It is not… It was not what you are thinking…”

Your words were barely louder than a whisper, but Aemond heard them all the same. His fingers loosened, understanding bleeding into his gaze, and you stumbled back a step. He merely looked at you, and you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“Why did you say nothing?” he eventually asked, voice low.

“What was I to say?” you wondered. “How was I to tell you that?”

Your husband did not respond, and you wiped your face.

“He is what you see at night…”

It was a statement, one that did not require confirmation. Aemond’s jaw ticked, and your gaze found the ground when he looked at you again. You heard him move closer, and you remained silent when he rested his hand on your arm, pulling you closer and against him. Aemond’s lips met your forehead, and he remained there, breathing you in.

Aemond had never been who you wanted, and in fact, sometimes you had feared him in ways you should’ve feared Aegon, but you momentarily let that go.

“You are mine,” you heard him breathe, and for some reason, it did not sit right with you. “…you were mine from the very moment you stepped foot into this castle, and Aegon has not changed that.”

You were lost for words when he pulled away, unsure if that was what you wanted to hear.

You were even more lost for words later that evening when Aemond broke his brother’s nose. The brutality in which he handled Aegon scared you, and Helaena sought you for comfort, covering her ears at the display. The whole thing unsettled you, and you were not quite sure why until Aemond spoke.

“She has always belonged to me, brother…” your heart sank. “…and a cock that is common to every maiden will not make her any less so.”

Aemond was not defending your honor.

He was defending his property.

You recalled your first kiss. The suddenness of it, your lack of participation, and the way how Aemond did not care. You remembered the swift betrothal that followed only a day later, long accepting that Aemond had had that brewing for quite some time. You had briefly thought that Aemond did not care about consummating the marriage, only concerned with the fact that you were his. Untouchable to anyone else.

But that was no longer true, and you worried what this meant for you. After all, you were no longer his pure prize just waiting to be properly claimed by him. His brother had beaten him to it, and the anger in his gaze was not on behalf of his wife. The anger was all his, ire brewing there at the knowledge that his property, his trophy, had been touched by another.

You knew it was only a matter of time.

Only a matter of time before Aemond sought to replace the memories of his brother’s touch with his own. Only a matter of time before his imagination went wild thinking about that night. Only a matter of time before his heated and possessive gaze became too heavy, too stifling. It was only a matter of time before he sought to claim what he felt rightfully belonged to him.

It started gradual.

Aemond hardly ever left your side, his hand hovering along you wherever you went. He liked to touch you in any way he could, especially so once in Aegon’s presence. The eldest sibling did not find much amusement in it anymore, hard eyes focused on Aemond’s hold, no doubt wishing it were him instead. Aemond liked to kiss you too. Sometimes softly and so sweet it could barely be called a kiss, and sometimes he wanted to get the taste of you out of his system.

He was a shadow, an oppressive presence that watched your every move.

The night when your marriage was finally consummated should have come as no surprise.

It shouldn’t have, and yet it did.

You thought Aemond was better than that.

The wine may have loosened your lips and waned your strength, but your resistance was no less clear. You were not ready, and truthfully, you doubted you ever would be. Never mind the fact that Aegon and that night still haunted your thoughts, but you had still yet to quite grow to see Aemond as your husband and the man you would bear children with.

“No,” you had quietly slurred. “Aemond…please…”

He was gentle, but it was rape all the same.

He shushed you as you trembled beneath him, hands weak as they merely grazed his chest. Aemond inhaled like he was breathing for the very first time when he entered you, hovering over you and kissing you softly as he slowly thrust into you. It was dark, so he did not see your tears, but you knew he heard it in your voice. Your pleas, your cries, your desire for him to stop.

He did not leave bruises and bitemarks, but the experience was just as painful.

He took his time in exploring your body, making you sigh and mewl against your will. That made it worse somehow. Nothing but pure pleasure plagued your entire frame, and you hated it. You hated the feel of his cock slowly and gently moving within you, sliding along your walls in a way you did not know was possible. You hate his light kisses that he bestowed upon your skin, making you shiver. You hated his not-so-comforting comforting words.

“You’re okay,” he hummed into your mouth.

You were not.

“You’re safe now,” he whispered against your skin.

You were not.

Aemond tried to comfort you and fuck an heir into you all at once, and it only made you sink into yourself more. His long hair brushed the bed with every movement, whispering along your skin like feathers. It served as a curtain whenever he kissed you, and in your drunken state, you could not help but to touch it.

He looked the most satisfied you had ever seen him, and you knew that it was because he finally felt that you were wholly his. That was what he did the entire night and every night since. Made you his again and again, determined to fuck the memory of Aegon out of you, and each time you felt less and less like a person, and more like a pawn

No one was less surprised than you when Aegon cornered you again.

You had felt the heat of his gaze for months, those violet eyes of his traveling over your frame and tracing every curve your dress did not hide. He was brazen about it, his mischievous stare traveling to his brother, glinting dangerously at the anger he no doubt saw there. Aegon took great pleasure in making his brother mad, and he took great pleasure taking what he wanted by force.

You were the golden opportunity to kill two birds with one stone, it seemed.

As Aegon had put it, he’d saw you first, so he naturally felt he was more entitled to you than Aemond. His very presence had you clinging to Aemond more than usual, and although you knew he would never admit it, you knew that Aemond loved the way you cowered towards him in fear. He loved the way you pressed against him and wrapped your hands around his arm.

He did not love, however, undressing you to discover the bruises his own brother had left.

The eldest prince had taken a bold approach, catching you unaware during the day. A secluded corridor had sufficed, his hand over your mouth and his forehead pressed to your neck as he rutted into you. The most salacious words had tumbled from his pink lips, wishes of you being his second wife, and his desire to mark you up so pretty just for Aemond.

Aegon had not been satisfied until you came around him, clenching down on his cock and milking him to his satisfaction. Striking him across the face had meant nothing to him, only serving to bring forth a light chuckle.

“It is as I told you,” he had said, gaze less mirthful now. “…you will be mine until your dying breath.”

It was the same thing he’d told Aemond when he confronted him.

“What will you do?” he had panted, blood on his lips, courtesy of Aemond. “Kill me, brother?”

You knew that no matter what Aegon did, Aemond would never. The eldest prince turned to look at you then, Aemond’s fist tightening on his shirt as he did so. He stared you down for what felt like too long before returning his gaze back to Aemond, shaking his head.

“You probably should…because nothing else will keep me away from her…”

Aemond jerked him, and your heart dropped at the words that met your ears.

“I saw her first,” he whispered. “I was to take her as my second wife. You knew this…you started this when you bound her to you instead.”

You took a step back, tearfully looking between them.

“The least you can do is allow me my fill,” Aegon sneered. “…a small price for a wife that was meant to be mine.”

You wanted to hear no more, and you turned and stumbled away.

Aemond’s silence only confirmed the truth of Aegon’s words, and you did not want to hear a word of what your husband had to say. It was a cruel and sick fate that awaited you, shared between brothers like a common whore and used to fuel their rivalry and sate their desires.

If anyone noticed the way Aegon’s fingers would find your face or back or hand sometimes, they did not comment on it. In the public eye, his claim was reduced to soft brushes of skin and voracious eyes that drank in their fill as they saw fit. They would narrow and glint with malice and jealousy whenever Aemond was near, your husband more than happy to show that not only did you belong to him, but that he was proud of it.

Behind closed doors however, Aegon’s claim was proven with a bruising hold and painful thrusts. He liked your tears, and he liked the marks that he left for Aemond to see. It was a punishment for Aemond just as much as it was for you. Just as Aemond punished him by marrying the woman he’d intended to claim for himself.

Where Aegon was violent and terrifying, Aemond was gentle. He met your resistance with soothing words and long kisses against the ugly marks his brother left. He kissed every single one and touched you as if you were made of glass. He knew that the contrasting behavior softened you towards him more. Every bruise and act of violence from Aegon only made you cling to Aemond more. But it did not diminish what he really did, a dismissal of your refusal all the same, using his brother’s brutality for his own gain.

When you finally gave birth to an heir, the cherubic boy healthy and glowing and wailing as a child should, you accepted that you would never know which brother the boy belonged to.

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squirmhoney · 13 days

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honestly just the idea of aegon being obsessed with reader is just insane. like he’s fully obsessed with her, he doesn’t want anyone else to have her, and she’s seemingly innocent so he wants to teach her how to do things and gets angry when other guys make a move on her. idk if this makes sense??

Warnings: Dark. Dub con. Pervy men. A lot of smut. Incest implied but not stated. Public sex. 18+ A/N: Ahh I'm loving obsessed Aegon and want to make him a bit softer. However, I hope you're okay I made it into more of a head canon/drabble and added a little bit of Aemond at the bottom because I miss him.

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Obsessed!Aegon who wakes up wrapped up in his sheets with you, bodies pressed so tightly together. This could have been such a sweet moment, the early light of the sun beating down on your skin, but Aegon’s perverse mind never allowed him a moment's peace. It’s what you woke to, Aegon kissing underneath one of his t-shirts you wore, positioned between your legs as he tried to wake you. You could feel his hard dick pushed up to your damp panties, rubbing slowly against you as he tried to get off. You whimper at the feel of him, mumbling his name to get his attention. As soon as he realised you were awake, his head is popping out of your t-shirt, asking if you wanted him to make you feel good. One nod and that man is grinding against you, making you both whimper and moan in bliss.

Obsessed!Aegon who comes down for breakfast a minute later than you, not wanting to draw attention to the both of you if you came down together. However, he can’t help but eye you up as he makes himself a coffee, wondering why you look so good. As soon as he sits next to you, he’s asking you these questions. Which leads you to reply with an “are you joking?” look as you raise your brows at him. But he’s insistent and all you can do is laugh pointing out your bed head, the baggy t-shirt of his and joggers that you are wearing. He still swears you look good and to prove that he places your hand over his boner, thrusting his hips up into it for a tiny bit of release. You quickly steal it away, ducking your head away as you try to hide your flushed face from the prying eyes around the table.

Obsessed!Aegon who literally feels like just touching you isn’t enough. He is the kind to be so obsessed he needs to be under your skin. Being buried inside those velvet walls of yours will just have to do. You’re literally trying to get ready, putting your makeup on at his desk with your little setup but he’s so damn needy. He’s literally got you on his lap, holding you a few inches above him as he fucks into you. You’re scolding him for his behaviour at first, telling him he needs to get his head out of the gutter. But then his cock is hitting that spot inside of you that has you biting down on your lip, hand falling onto one of his thighs as your nails dig in. It’s a few seconds later, when Aegon is kissing you, practically shoving his tongue down your throat to keep you quiet, that his mum knocks on the door, asking if he knows where you’ve ran off to. With his hand pressed against your lips, he’s saying he has no idea, drilling into you harshly.

Obsessed!Aegon who admires how dressed up you got for your date with him even if it took longer than expected (because of how much of a horn dog he is). Who is cursing in his head though that you had to wear that sundress he loved so much, especially when it had the man at the ice cream stand eyeing you up so much. But he’s later thankful for it as he pushes you down into the grass behind some trees, kissing down your body as you try to push him away. He pouts up at you, with a darkened gaze as he asks, “you love me, don’t you?” That’s all he needs as you spread your legs, allowing him to hike that sundress up to your waist, wasting no time as he attaches his mouth to your soaked panties, only moving them to the side when he thinks your moans aren’t loud enough for him.

Obsessed!Aegon who grins proudly as you stumble back to his car, making sure to pass the ice cream stand on the way. The man from before is now staring at you with wide eyes, noticing your fucked out expression as you practically cling onto Aegon. He makes sure to park the car somewhere a bit more secluded, knowing he won’t make it back to the house in time to have you. Within seconds he has you bare in the back seats, legs pressed between the pair of you as he folds you in half. You whine at him afterwards, telling him he ruined your makeup and hair but he soothes your sadness with a featherlight kiss on your cheek, telling you that he likes you better just like this.

Obsessed!Aegon who didn’t even realise that you had spent all day out together, not answering a single call from your parents. They’re waiting for you, being instantly alarmed by your appearance. You’ve ruined your dress with grass stains, there are leaves in your done up hair as well. Aegon is quick to joke about how you fell, because of how clumsy you are and they eventually believe him, even if they don’t want to.

Obsessed!Aegon who waits impatiently for you to make your way to his bedroom. Honestly he is thinking about going to find you and dragging you here himself. But then you’re poking your head through his door, slipping in quietly in that matching set and silk robe he loved so much. You’ve moisturised as well, easily being able to glide his hand up your legs. He’s biting on his knuckles, trying to restrain himself from marking up every part of your body. The only thought that stops him is the idea of you bouncing on his cock, eager to teach you the new position as he strips you of your clothes. He guides you up and down, letting you take full control as he just lies back to watch your tits jiggle as you ride him. But he doesn’t last long, hands having to grope every part of your naked skin, mouth attaching to one of your nipples as he takes control, fucking into you.

Obsessed!Aegon who knows he puts you through a lot with his constant needs but does really care about you. He shows you that as he bathes you with affection under the steam of the shower. He doesn’t try to fuck you or get himself off in the process. Instead he rubs your back soothingly as he holds you in his arms, telling you how good you are to him, how he wouldn’t have you any other way.

Aemond

Obsessed!Aemond who is slightly different in the way he treats you. Waking you up with his mouth attached to your folds, licking and drinking you so you wake up already moaning as your day begins. He wants you to know how much he cares for you, how much he desires you, pushing two fingers into you as he licks at your swollen clit. You looked best like this, strung out on noises of pleasure as you laid in his bed, completely forgetting where you are as you become louder.

Obsessed!Aemond who swears he hasn’t got a super high sex drive but does find you incredibly divine in the morning. He can’t help but press a soft kiss to your cheeks as you eat your breakfast, not caring who sees. He also can’t help but deny how much he enjoys how you smother him in kisses when you’ve managed to get away from your family, returning the affection ten fold as you cuddle into him.

Obsessed!Aemond who can’t deny you when you touch him. He knows your kisses and cuddling was only meant to be innocent but you don’t understand how badly you drive him wild when your tits press up against his chest or the way you press down on his crotch. He’s indecent he knows for taking advantage of the situation, turning your playful touches into a full make out session. The kisses are sloppy as he looks to have you a pathetic mess on top of him, guiding your hips to take your own pleasure as you grind your hips down and onto him.

Obsessed!Aemond, whose jealousy is twisted and cruel, that burns within him as he watches another man at the shopping centre trying desperately to flirt with you. Of course you don’t flirt back, you’re too innocent to know what’s going on as you smile at the man. He’s dragging you into the nearest bathroom, making it clear to the man what he’s about to do, while all you can do is follow him. The floor of the bathroom is dirty but Aemond doesn’t care, shoving you to your knees in front of him as he whips out his cock from the restraint of his jeans. His hand is tight in your hair as he groans, fucking into your mouth without care for how your jaw aches or for how you gag. You’re a drooling mess around him, eager to please as you hollow out your cheeks, only to cry and try harder when he hisses that you can definitely do better.

Obsessed!Aemond who cleans you up, cleaning you up with wet wipes from that dirty bathroom. Even promising he’ll shower you and take good care of you when you get home, trying to make you stop pouting at him with those wet eyes. He pushes you out of the bathroom, lacing his hand with yours as he guides you to your favourite shop, hoping that maybe a nice treat would get him back on your good side again.

Obsessed!Aemond who gets you guys home at a reasonable time to avoid any confrontation with your parents. Only for your mother to eye him up as he notices the bags of shopping you had got all on his credit card, not understanding why she was so disapproving of it all as you tried to show her.

Obsessed!Aemond who makes good word of his promises, already having a hot bath waiting for you with him inside of it. Lathering up your body with soap as he takes his sweet time caressing every single inch of it. He doesn’t want you to think this is just sex between you so he doesn’t push it any further even when he feels his cock get hard being pressed against your ass cheek. It’s you that’s insistent, guiding his hands to where you need him while you work your hand against him. Both of you cursing into each other's mouths as you try to keep quiet, you rubbing his cock while making good work to slip your thumb against his head, him rubbing circles into your clit, nibbling at your lip as he does so.

Obsessed!Aemond, who pats you dry with a towel, moisturises every inch of your body with lotion, even taking time to braid your hair when you’re finished blow drying it. He places you down onto the bed gently, more than ready to go to sleep but you’re not that tired yet, so he settles for a bit of pillow talk instead. Aemond who can’t help but adore every part of you as you tell him stories, listening to every word as he gets lost in the sound of your laughter. Who couldn’t help himself but kiss you when you looked and sounded so sweet, only meaning to show you how much he cared but within minutes has your leg hooked around his hip as he fucks into you. He takes it slow, apologising that he doesn’t mean to be this way but it’s what you do to him.

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