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anamazingangie · 1 year

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iron out the kinks by AmazingAngie

Aegon II Targaryen x Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

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Summary:

Daemon liked pretty. He really did. But there was something boring about simple beauty, something more attractive when you pushed someone who was pretty past that point.

Pushed them to the point where they were flushed, panting, crying, out of control of their emotions and pleasure and just clay in the palm of your hands. That was far more interesting. He couldn’t wait to get this boy to that point—and his sister too.

sequel to a sign of maturity (or a midlife crisis)

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Chapter Three

chocolate

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When they were all awake—and wearing slightly more clothing, they ordered their meal, which fell somewhere between lunch and dinner. Rhaenyra was tapping away on Daemon’s phone in an attempt to accomplish the task, proudly announcing after a few minutes that a dozen cartons of Chinese food were on their way. While they waited for it to arrive, she played hostess—offering him water before disappearing into the bathroom with a glare in his direction, “ I need to clean up.” She said, the implication of cleaning up your cum was not lost on him. But he wasn’t feeling too guilty, not with how much she had also enjoyed it.

Daemon and Aegon made small talk while she was gone, him rambling about his classes—all business related and boring apparently. Daemon asked a bit about Rhaenyra too, discovering she was double majoring in business and fashion design, “She always wanted to be a model.” Aegon said, “But she was too short—so that was the next best thing.”

Daemon thought it a pity there were height requirements for agency’s—he’d dated enough models to know about them, but didn’t see why it mattered, not when beauty came in every size. Especially her size, he thought, thinking of her lovely curves, skin, features, and, well…everything.

Rhaenyra heard the tail end of their conversation chiming in with, “That’s why I have an OnlyFans, I get to live out my fantasy.” She said pragmatically.

Aegon snorted, “Oh yeah, OnlyFans and Vogue are basically interchangeable.” Rhaenyra wrinkled her nose at him, but her annoyance didn’t interfere with her sas, “OnlyFans pays better.” She said, which Daemon thought was probably true.

“What do you post there?” Daemon asked, curious how explicit their content was—though he knew Aegon’s fans liked the gape of his asshole, and it would be difficult—though not impossible— to get more explicit than that.

“Mine is mostly pictures of boobs.” She admitted.

“They are great boobs, though.” Aegon said appreciatively.

Daemon agreed wholeheartedly.

When food arrived, they sat cross legged around their coffee table—eating directly from the cartons with wooden chopsticks. Rhaenyra had put on a fresh pair of underwear and snagged her brother's shirt, which was unbuttoned and giving a wonderful view of her chest that was honestly pretty distracting. Aegon was wearing his jeans, and Daemon himself was—somehow, still fully clothed.

They got back on the topic of family, and Daemon was forced to admit he didn’t have much. He was adopted as a baby, raised by two wonderful people who tragically passed away when he was in his early twenties. “I’m so sorry.” Aegon said, looking sad, “That’s awful.” Rhaenyra agreed. Daemon nodded, it was but it was also a long time ago—and thanks to that alone, it was no longer as painful as it used to be.

“And you?” He asked, they had spoken a little bit about their parents that day—enough that he knew they were still alive, and not great at, well, being parents. “Any other siblings?” He asked.

Rhaenyra laughed, “Yes, two.” Aegon shoved her with his elbow, “ Three. You always forget Daeron.” Aegon corrected, but Rhaenyra just waved her hand, mumbling something about “ he hardly counts,” before taking a bite of fried rice.

“Daeron was an oops baby,” Rhaenyra said, “He was like four when we moved out?” She said, though she didn’t sound entirely sure. Aegon nodded in confirmation, leaning across the table to dip into a carton of spicy chicken.

“I’m the oldest. Then there is Aegon. But you should see our other siblings! Aemond and Helaena. God they are so in love it’s disgusting.” Rhaenyra said, rolling her eyes even though her voice sounded fond. Daemon’s brow rose, “Are they… together, too?” He asked, not wanting to misunderstand her definition of love.

“Oh yeah.” Aegon said, “They are like…two halves of a whole, like soulmates or something. Only eyes for each other. It’s a miracle our parents haven’t noticed.” Rhaenyra nodded in agreement, and Daemon gaped—god what was it with their family? Was incest in their fucking veins? Not that he was judging just, wow.

Though this distracted him, what he found even more surprising was how they spoke about their siblings' love for each other. Like it was different from the relationship they shared. He couldn’t resist tugging on that thread, “You two aren’t like that? ‘ So in love it’s disgusting?’” Daemon asked, quoting Rhaenyra’s words back to her.

They both laughed, as if this notion was ridiculous.

“No, if you asked our parents, they’d probably say we hated each other.” She said, and he couldn’t help but snort in response. If they hated each other, they hid it pretty fucking well. “I mean it!” She said, indignant. “We cohabitate surprisingly well but we bickered nonstop at home.”

“It’s true,” Aegon agreed with a shrug.

“Your relationship is more than cohabitation, though.” Daemon said—it wasn’t a question. They’d said as much that morning, that they didn’t want to be in a relationship without each other. That was something even if it wasn’t love.

Aegon looked thoughtful, but Rhaenyra spoke first. “It’s hard to explain. I love him more than anyone else. More than I should love a brother, and there is obviously sexual attraction there too, but it isn’t… romantic.” She sighed, sounding almost frustrated at her inability to describe it.

Aegon nodded, “We love each other because we’ve always been there for each other. We’re family. ”

“It’s not a romantic love.” Rhaenyra described, “We’re like siblings with benefits—we’ll do things together, we are together, we’ll fuck each other, but we wouldn’t go on dates.” Rhaenyra said the word like it was dirty, and Aegon’s nose wrinkled in response, as if this thought was unthinkable.

“Like, we’d never get each other flowers for valentines day, you know? It’s just different.” Aegon said.

“How would you feel if someone else got you flowers?” Daemon asked, wondering if he could sneak inquiries about jealousy into this conversation. They both seemed to consider that, “Flattered? I think we are pretty secure in our relationship?” Rhaenyra asked, looking at her brother for confirmation. Aegon nodded too.

“I don’t think either of us feel threatened by the possibility of having another partner. If anything we like the idea of someone doting on us in a way we desire but can’t provide for each other.” Rhaenyra said.

“You don’t feel envious? Seeing someone else fuck or kiss the other?” Daemon asked, pleased with their responses so far but needing further reassurance. “I’m not… possessive over him like that.” Rhaenyra said, and then Aegon chimed in, “I think we are almost… part of each other so seeing something happen to the other doesn’t feel like cheating so much as an extension of us?”

Rhaenyra nodded, “It would be different if you were only interested in or attracted to one of us. But I know I’ll get a turn eventually, so it’s just sort of…hot to watch while I wait.” She said, with a faint blush coloring her cheeks. “I think I’d get jealous if you did something with anyone else, though.” She admitted.

“ That feeling is very much mutual.” He agreed.

It was Aegon who asked, “Do you feel envious seeing us with each other?”

God, that thought hadn’t even really occurred to Daemon. He’d maybe wanted to trade places with them once or twice, but those desires had been brief, and he was usually enjoying the show of them together too much to even want to interrupt.

“No,” he said, thinking back to when he first saw them kiss, “You’re beautiful together.”

It was Rhaenyra who said, “You’re not so bad yourself.” The words would have been more impactful if she hadn’t spoken them while her mouth was full—but at least she covered it while she chewed. He just shook his head, returning to the food and enjoying his time with them, since it was likely coming to an end.

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Daemon was right, after eating things seemed to wind down. “We’d ask you to stay over, but…” Aegon trailed off, waving his hand in a gesture to their room. “Our beds are fucking tiny.” Rhaenyra clarified, and Daemon laughed—he wanted to tell her off for her language, but if he brought up her dirty mouth he had a feeling they would never leave.

“Oh!” Rhaenyra said, seeming to surprise even herself, “Are you coming to the club tomorrow?” She asked. His brow rose and he shook his head, he hadn’t been planning on it.

Aegon sighed, “ What she means is: we are performing tomorrow night, and it would be nice if you could come.” He said, with a glare in his sister’s direction. Rhaenyra nodded before confirming, “Yeah. That.”

“I’d love to.” He said, and he meant it.

He left not long after that—giving Rhaenyra a lingering kiss in the doorway, then a matching one to Aegon. Rhaenyra narrowed her eyes before darting in and giving a final peck on his lips—as if she couldn’t be out done by her brother. Daemon smiled at that, then tilted his head. “Why don’t you kiss each other and give me something to remember, hm?” They followed his request eagerly, lips meeting lazily in a way that was still passionate before parting.

“Beautiful.” He said, feeling slightly gutted to be leaving them. He would see them soon though, tomorrow to be exact.

And in the meantime, he texted his assistant—surely he paid her enough to find a florist that would deliver within the hour at 5pm on a Saturday? He requested something chaotic for Rhaenyra, and something sweet for Aegon.

He was pleased, at the texts he got from the siblings later that evening—Rhaenyra’s bouquet was primarily bird’s of paradise, orchids, roses, and ferns. Smaller flowers and random sprigs of greenery filled out the vase, making it look cohesive despite the odd variety.

The white lilies and pale blue hydrangeas suited Aegon, much simpler, but no less striking.

He texted his assistant again.

Have bouquets delivered weekly until I tell you otherwise.

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For the second time in a week, Daemon found himself entering Dragonstone. The red band around his wrist felt heavier now that he was here to see his submissives. Sure they hadn’t signed a contract but they’d also made it pretty clear that they didn’t want one. They didn’t want a traditional dominant, daddy, or master, they wanted… a husband. That was what they’d said. And fuck he wanted to be that for them, too.

He had a single minded focus as he stalked through the club, uncaring of any displays outside of the submissive siblings’ whose bed he hoped to soon be warming. He was slightly late, but by some miracle there was still a seat for him. Thank god, he would not be above pulling his “I own 51% of this company” card just to get a better view of the two fucking.

He was impressed at what a prominent position they had in the club, given the fact they were having relatively vanilla penis-in-vagina sex, but fuck they were gorgeous. Mysaria had perfected the lighting over the years, blanketing the room in a darkness that served almost like a fog—you could see through it, navigate through it, but it took effort. It provided privacy for those who wanted it, while still allowing people to be seen. And of course, it drew eyes to the main attractions—a half dozen or so stages displaying a mixture of beds, crosses, and kinky devices.

He could hear the swish of a whip coming from a stage behind him, along with the dull tone of a dom explaining basic bondage harnesses and rope safety. But all of that faded away, and Daemon found himself unable to focus on anything other than the pair on stage. They were gorgeous together. The way the light hit them made them glow, like an oil painting—skin too smooth and soft to be real.

They were unhurried, the signs of eagerness they showed in his dominating presence were absent when it was just them. They clearly knew each other’s bodies well, taking time to kiss and lick at each other's mouths before Rhaenyra moved to Aegon’s neck.

When she did finally press his length into her body, she rode him hard, grinding down against him while Aegon held her hips. The boy did what he could to thrust back against her, but it was hard from his vantage point. It really was a beautiful sight, watching them together—watching Rhaenyra in control of his pleasure—though it chafed Daemon that there was no one responsible for her pleasure. She had fingers pressed to her clit, but clearly it wasn’t enough.

Aegon’s moans were louder now, and Daemon could see his eyes squeezing shut—his fingers forming fists. He was trying to clench down and hold back, and Rhaenyra must have noticed too. She was nearly frantic towards the end, in how she rode him, but she didn’t peak before Aegon. The boy cursed as he came, following it with a line of apologies. Rhaenyra looked near tears, as she ground against the softening length trying and failing to find her own release.

He watched her wipe her eyes and blush when she caught his gaze. He crooked a finger at her—hoping she would come over to him now that the show was done. He was pleased when she did—Aegon trailing behind her like a puppy. They had shrugged on robes for modesty, but left them untied, so Daemon had a lovely view of their fronts as they approached.

“I don’t usually come before her!” Aegon said, when they were within hearing range of him. Daemon snorted, brushing the boy's disappointed face. “It’s alright, what did I say about you just being a puppy? Your sister's pleasure is too much responsibility for you.” Rhaenyra looked less sympathetic, somewhere between embarrassed and angry if he was reading her expression properly.

Daemon’s hands fell to her waist, pulling her closer to him. His fingers stroked her folds, a little puffy from use and damp from her brother’s seed. “Do you want to sit on my lap, princess? I told you, I’d stretch out your little cunt—now it needs me, hm?” She nodded, and he unzipped his pants—pulling out the hard length of him, which had perked up quite nicely from their show. “Get it wet with your brother’s juices first, hm?” He suggested, guiding her hips up and down the length of his cock, until he was wet with slick. “That’s a good girl,” he cooed as she came closer, positioning herself above him with her knees resting on the leather booth.

He stroked her sides as she pressed down on him, both of them moaning in pleasure at the sensation. Rhaenyra slowly picked up speed, but he slowed her with his palms—”There is no rush, princess, just enjoy the feel of having a proper cock in your cunt, okay?” He said, grinding her down against him. She nodded, following his lead and the pace of his own thrusts. He continued to guide her hips somewhat, forcing her to grind down every so often and preventing her from getting a good rhythm.

He could tell she was getting frustrated, which was cute but he also felt bad. He gripped her hips tightly, standing up while he was still buried in her. She yelped in surprise, but moaned when her back hit the table. Daemon was left standing, finally having enough leverage to thrust deeper into her. The combination of that and the flat of his palm on her mound made her come in a matter of minutes.

And with her, hot, tight, and wet around him? He was gone, following her soon after and spilling deep inside her as he ground his pelvis against hers.

Daemon slipped out of her, falling back into the booth, while Rhaenyra stayed laid out on the table trying to catch her breath. Aegon was still standing next to them, and he was quick to ask, “Do you want me to clean her up?” Daemon smiled at that, reaching out to cup the boy’s cheek.

“You are so eager for the taste of your sister's cunt, it’s cute. But she worked hard for that cum, no? She should keep it for a while.” Daemon was going to offer his limp length to the boy, if he was so desperate to suck on something—but then he realized Aegon’s cock was already swelling again. Ah, the joys of youth.

Fine then, he could offer the boy his mouth. Daemon patted the table, helping Aegon hop up onto the surface. Rhaenyra sat up during the exchange, watching curiously as she pulled her robe more tightly around her—obviously finding some sense of modesty now that she’d found her orgasm.

Aegon showed no such shame, despite usually being the more shy of the two. His robe easily parted to reveal the entire front of his body—from the soft lines of his neck, to his muscled chest, to the pale skin stretched taught across the bones of his pelvis. Daemon traced his fingers across it, before scratching them through the thatch of hair at the base of his member.

In this position, when Daemon leaned forward, his mouth was level with the boy’s length. Aegon was looking down at him with a mixture of wonderment and anticipation which was honestly pretty inspiring. Daemon hadn’t had a dick in his mouth in…god, had it really been years? Surely it must be like riding a bike…though to be fair, he hadn’t done that in decades, so he wasn’t sure how well that would go, either.

Anyway—he started out by licking up the length, before gripping the base of it with his fist—which to be honest, didn’t leave much more than the head exposed, but that was fine. He licked at the slit before wrapping his lips around it, finding the width of it surprisingly manageable. He moved his hands, placing them on either side of the boy’s groin as his mouth moved further down the length.

That was manageable too, and Daemon found he liked the boy’s size—it felt comfortable in his mouth, a pleasant warm weight on his tongue. Daemon much preferred sucking a real dick opposed to the various objects he’d been trained to deep throat years ago. He didn’t sort his sexuality out until his twenties, so his first few experiences doing this were on gags or dildos—something his first dom had a real fetish for.

Even soft dildos couldn’t recreate the stiff yet velvety feel of human skin, and they all had a sort of plastic-y taste that lingered in your throat. Plus, you didn’t get to enjoy the responsiveness—the little twitches, moans, and thrusts of the man you were sucking off. There wasn’t the heat of flesh, and pulse as blood throbbed through the length, either. Really no fun compared to a proper cock.

Daemon liked changing techniques, moving up and down for a time before giving special attention to the head. Then he’d follow the veins with his tongue, and use his hands to play with the boy’s balls. If he was at home, he’d flip Aegon over—lap at his taint and maybe finger his ass a little.

But for simplicity's sake, Daemon stuck to his dick, and it didn’t take long. He figured Aegon was just used to Rhaenyra’s mouth—the predictability of having a single partner for a long period. It was easier to control yourself when something was familiar, and he was hopeless to Daemon’s mouth, coming in a matter of minutes and moaning loudly through his release.

It was cute how the boy thrust gently against Daemon’s—the movement almost apologetic, like he didn’t want to inconvenience him, but was too desperate to stay still. Daemon didn’t mind—it wasn’t like the boy could gag him with his cock, not to be crude but it wasn’t big enough for that.

Daemon swallowed, giving a final lick to the head before freeing the limp length from his mouth. It was only after he pulled off that he really thought to look up at the boy—and gods, wasn’t that a sight. Aegon looked a little stunned by what he just experienced, like he had been fucked stupid, but he still looked so pretty.

Daemon liked pretty. He really did. But there was something boring about simple beauty, something more attractive when you pushed someone who was pretty past that point. To the point where they were flushed, panting, crying, out of control of their emotions and pleasure and just clay in the palm of your hands. That was far more interesting. He couldn’t wait to get this boy to that point—and his sister too.

Speaking of Rhaenyra, she slid off the table and into his lap, pressing her lips to his and lazily licking the taste of her brother’s cum out of Daemon’s mouth. He grinned against her lips, the kiss was wet and messy and he was pretty sure she was leaking onto his trouser leg but he didn’t care. Fuck he was so gone on her—on Aegon, on the pair of them. They just felt good in his arms, in his mouth, on his cock, against his lips, just… everywhere.

After a time they separated for air, Rhaenyra moving down his neck and biting above his collar in a way that was sure to leave a mark. He hissed, dragging her away from him with a fist in her hair. She glared as she was forced to unlatch herself from his neck, but it turned to a smile when he asked, “Do you want to get out of here?”

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By the time the car pulled up to his building, it was past midnight. It had taken almost an hour for them to actually leave the club. His pets were popular and after he had ‘finished’ with them, people were eager to talk to them. When they had made their way upstairs and to the showers, he was left to wait pathetically until they returned to him.

It was cute seeing them with damp hair and bare faces, all flushed from the warm water and scrubbed clean. Rhaenyra was no less pretty with her face free of makeup, her complexion almost unnaturally clear. Her hair was pulled up in a scrunchie, with locks falling around her shoulders—he couldn’t resist giving her a kiss—though he tried to keep it brief since his driver was waiting.

He told himself they could kiss in the car… and they did.

It was late when they got back, his apartment dark and all of them too tired for small talk. He flicked on the lights that were necessary to navigate through the place, leading the pair to his bedroom. It was sweet how they followed him, like sleepy little ducklings. He ushered them into his bedroom, Rhaenyra letting out a sarcastic whistle when she saw the space.

“How many orgies has that bed witnessed?” Rhaenyra asked, gesturing to the extra large king bed. Daemon’s eyes narrowed as he considered her question, “None? It’s relatively new. The bed frame however…” He trailed off, smirking when she glared at him. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to, princess.” He said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Aegon seemed amused by their banter, but when Daemon began undoing his cufflinks, the younger man quickly followed suit. None of them seemed particularly motivated to stay clothed around each other unless the situation absolutely required it.

Rhaenyra kicked off her skirt first, her sweatshirt following shortly thereafter—both men paused fiddling with their buttons to watch her, as she casually unhooked her bra and discarded it as well. It was some comfort that even after years together, even her own brother couldn’t look away thanks to his fascination with his sister’s form—not that Daemon could blame him, because gods.

Rhaenyra lay back on the bed—seeming to make herself at home, and as tempted as Daemon was to just stare at her, he’d rather join her, so he unbuttoned his shirt as quickly as he could. He wasn’t fast enough though, Aegon beat him to the bed, pulling Rhaenyra to him. He nuzzled into her neck, pressing little kisses to the skin. Her hands ruffled his hair—holding him in place as she let out noises of contentment. It was nice, seeing them like this—casual affection without the ultimate pursuit of release.

He assumed he would see more of it if he stuck around—which he desperately hoped he would. Right now he was the new and exciting thing in their life, and his role in their relationship put them in a position where they wanted to please him more than each other. Time would temper this, and things would balance as they adjusted to having him in their life.

God, he was eager for that. He wanted to see them interact in the morning—learn how they took their coffee. What their favorite cereal was. If they snored. He wanted to know every mundane thing about them…but for right now, he just wanted to get into bed.

He joined the pair once he was stripped down to his boxers, curling around the other side of Rhaenyra and kissing her shoulder. She giggled, pointedly turning away from him and moving closer to Aegon. Their lips met a few times, before she relaxed back against the pillow.

“I think I might actually be too tired for sex.” Rhaenyra admitted, and Daemon laughed—though not in disagreement. He loathed to get up, but it was necessary so he could turn off the overhead light.

Before laying back down, he pressed a kiss to each of their foreheads.

He settled beside Rhaenyra, basking in the press of her bare flesh against his own chest. It was funny, he’d been so eager to get them into a bed, and now that he had them here, he just wanted to sleep. But he was so completely satisfied in that, because he was eager for their company more than anything else.

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aeuriyi · 2 years

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wrote an aegon ii x rhaenyra smut lolz

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: House of the Dragon (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aegon II Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen Characters: Aegon II Targaryen, Rhaenyra Targaryen Additional Tags: Obsessive Rhaenyra Targaryen, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Vaginal Sex, Dom Rhaenyra Targaryen, Alternate Universe, Cheating, Adultery, Hair-pulling, Aegon is aged up in this, Aegon is like 20 and Rhaenyra is 30ish, Lowkey sensual sex, Sibling Incest, Targcest | Targaryen Incest (A Song of Ice and Fire), Tears, I dont know how to tag, Mentioned Daemon Targaryen - Freeform, for like 5 seconds, Age Difference, No Beta'd we die like criston cole Summary:

rhaenyra likes seeing aegon cry.

#aegon ii x rhaenyra #hotd #house of the dragon #smut #aegon ii targaryen x rhaenyra targaryen #aegon x rhaenyra

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stupidocupido · 1 year

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novacane | chapter 7 — after hours

In endless monologues spoken to none than himself he finds truths. Nights spend staring up to the absence of stars, he finds himself looking into the abyss of his soul instead. All there is for him to find is darkness.

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#moodboard #novacane #aegon ii x rhaenyra #rhaegon #rhaenyra targaryen x aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd fic #fic moodboard

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fkevin073 · 2 months

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RHAENICENT + their first born sons

#rhaenicent #rhaenyra x alicent #rhaenicentedit #alicenthightowerdaily #welighttheway #dailyhotdgifs #targnation #targaryensource #jacaerys velaryon #aegon ii targaryen #gameofthronesdaily #hotdedit #userzil #tusererika

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franzkafkagf · 8 days

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we are not that different. you and i.

#rhaenyra targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #tom glynn carney #emma d‘arcy #emma darcy #rhaegon #rhaenyra x aegon #ales.txt

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athenasarahsstuff · 8 days

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Who else saw this scene rewind it a few times to make sure this was baddie Aemond Targaryen. Raise your hand!! 🙌

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tomriddleslovergirl · 4 months

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House of the Dragon characters x Sick!Reader

Alicent makes sure you have everything that you need & that you're comfortable.

She'll tuck you into bed when it's time for you to sleep, fluff out your pillows, and feeds you herself.

She prays every night & makes her children pray before every meal to wish you a quick recovery.

Alicent would rather no one visits you while your sick - especially Rhaenyra - because she doesn't want anyone to disturb you or for the sickness to spread.

Helaena likes to sit next to your bed and embroider, comfortable listening to your breathing while you rest.

She'll embroider a bug that reminds her of you in hopes to make you feel better.

When she can't visit you, she'll leave one of her bug friends to keep you company :)

Aegon can't stay away from you even when your sick.

He doesn't care if he also catches your fever.

He'll sleep on the same bed as you & try to cuddle with you, even when you tell him not to, worried that he'll also get sick.

Alicent has kicked him out of your chambers multiple times, scolding him not to bother you.

Aemond likes to read to you. Preferably stories about the Targaryen Ancestors.

He'd sit next to your bed while you sleep, so he can make sure nothing will happen to you during the night. One of the candles will be left lit so he can read one of his history books.

If you refuse to take your medicine the maester had given you, Aemond bribes you with rides on Vhagar.

Rhaenyra & Daemon usually visit you together.

Daemon will sit in a chair close to your bed, while Rhaenyra sits on the bed.

Rhaenyra will tell tell you about the gossip she's heard in court while Daemon brushes your hair off of your sweaty forehead - he keeps it there almost the whole visit.

They'd both get really stressed if you weren't getting better - but worse.

Especially Daemon after what's happened with his brother.

Daemon will threaten the maester. If the maester can't help you get better, he'll find someone who will.

Rhaenyra is more patient and will try calm Daemon down.

#aegon ii targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #house of the dragon x reader #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #helaena targaryen x reader #hotd x reader #alicent hightower x reader #daemyra x reader #x reader #house of the dragon

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liv-cole · 2 months

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THIS IS SO PERFECT

#ewan mitchell #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #criston cole #fabien frankel #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #daemon targaryen #daemon x rhaenyra #aegon ii targaryen #rhaenys targaryen #corlys velaryon #Olivia Cooke #emma d'arcy

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laurorne · 10 days

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༊*·˚ HE MADE A SLAVE OF ME | daemon targaryen x targtower!reader, minor aegon ii targaryen x twin wife!reader

summary: confined to the sullen walls of the red keep, there isn’t far you’re afforded to wander. entertained only by the people you silently watch, you find excitement in the visit of your older sister and uncle. though the latter is far more appealing to spend the night with, and more willing.

warnings: nsfw, minors dni, targaryen incest (uncle x niece), porn with minimal plot, p in v, rough sex, slapping, degradation, masochism, blood play?, praise kink, breath play/choking, breeding kink, a lil’ stomach bulge, cheating on both halves, swearing, inaccurate high valyian (i tried?), weird pure bloodline shit, fiending for that valyrian d, hightowerphobic daemon, bastardphobic reader

word count: 3.5k

a/n: daemon is so ugly but he’s so hot it’s so bad. okay, i can’t see daemon as a rough lover except maybe with a cunty targtower so this was the only way i could bring myself to write this 😭 (this was my inspo for this entire fic, bless tiktok editors 🙏🏼🙏🏼)

As a daughter of Alicent Hightower and Viserys Targaryen, you'd found that most people bent to your will regarding requests. The lords would bend over twice fold if it meant a chance at earning your hand, and the girls at court dared not step a foot before you in the case you'd remove them from your entourage of highborn ladies.

With eyes so doe-like and lips like honey, one would mistake you for just that, a doe, not the dragon draped beneath green silk that shifted like flames in a hearth.

That's how you'd created yourself. How you'd curated each step and each titter of laughter, every slow blink at every lord and all those tight lipped smiles at ladies of court who came too close to your family.

People at court had said that you were the best half of your twin brother, that he had taken all the bad traits so you could shine as the darling of the realm. Poor, sweet Aegon. Ever the scapegoat and always the perpetrator.

So as you sit across from your uncle, Daemon Targaryen, you find yourself rather... without.

He sits beside your half-sister. A beautiful glow on her skin as she laughs along with something your father had said. She's stunning, Valyrian in every sense of the word. With her pale hair and aquiline nose, you can see why she was adored.

Other than the Realm's utter Delight, dinner is less than… familial.

Everyone can clearly see the divide between both sides of House Targaryen. The Hightowers sat to the right of the King, the mix of Targaryen and brown-haired Velaryon to his left. You find no warmth in this arrangement, other than false pretenses of civility and feigned love for each other, the entire affair is only for show of the poor old King.

Though there is an affair that consumes your thoughts, a tryst that would no doubt end messily. So you opt to speak with your family, with a spare glance thrown his way just to divulge yourself after all these years of self-control.

Daemon understands the weight of your gaze on him. Even from across the table he can feel the way your eyes trace his features, the way you're devouring him without lifting your fork or grinding your teeth or even touching him. Your supposed indifference to the sides that the house of the dragons has taken makes his fingers twitch around his goblet. You're speaking with Baela and Rhaena as if you've sat beside them in court for years, doting on their new dresses and telling them snippets of what they've missed at the Red Keep.

Jacaerys' gaze is flittering over to your figure every couple of seconds, eyes dipping to your dangerously low neckline of your green dress, every time you laugh and your chest heaves he looks away like a wide-eyed virgin. Red at the ears as he scolds Lucerys for holding a fork wrong, Daemon guesses, with the way the older boy points to another utensil.

And your family, gods.

Your twin brother, Aegon, is attempting to drink away his sorrows but you're always quick to scoop the cup out of his grasp and palm it off to a servant. The fool simply allows you, resigning to watch everyone speak as you have him by the balls practically. And to still have him fawning over you, his pretty little twin-wife, is absurdity.

Aemond is glaring daggers at Rhaenyra's boys and Helaena is off in an entire world of her own.

When he looks back to you and finds those lilac-coloured iris' already poised on him, his jaw clenches and he takes another pass at his Dornish wine. The way your hair falls in pure white curls around your face and frames the heavy gorget necklace that adorns your neck, inlaid with moonstone and rubies that look eerily similar to the ones from the Conquerors crown. Spoiled Hightower brat.

Daemon is far from naïve. He's been apart of how many wars?

He's a seasoned veteran to these types of women, to their greedy plans and treacherous thoughts.

Though... that colouring that she has, so clearly a staple of House Targaryen, he's not so convinced that he's entirely immune. He's sure that his nephew is beyond stupid to not have made you a mother sooner. With tits like that and eyes so sweet? He'd have you swollen with babe two moons after your last birth.

He watches the way you lick a droplet of wine from the corner of your mouth, watches the way your eyes flicker from Jacaerys to him, and he can see it then. Something so wanton in your gaze.

Perhaps paying a visit to his dear, sweet niece tonight would not be such a bad thought.

You arch up into the touch —his touch— as shivers run along the length of your spine. His hand smooths over the swell of your breast in response, easing your ache as you squirm for more. It travels over the fat of it until his fingers pinch roughly at your nipple. A stuttering breath punches its way from your throat as he stares down at your face.

“So eager, aren’t we?” He admires the way your lips part, the way your eyes dance back into focus and meet his heated gaze. The way you seek out the eye contact. Want to know he’s watching the show you’re putting on.

Just as you’re forming the vowels on the tip of your tongue, he’s grabbing a fistful of your thigh and pushing his hips impossibly closer to yours. It makes you shudder, makes you want all the more. But there is no give to his press, he’s seated far too deeply inside you to move any further in. He’s pulling his hips back just the smallest fraction before he starts inching back in, heavy and hot and oh-so deep it burns.

Your tongue swipes over your lips, your hand moving to clutch onto the arm that props him up above you. The thickly corded muscle makes holding onto him all the easier, makes your cunt flutter and your chest heave and your eyes water. He’s so large, far different from your husband, this pure-blooded Valyrian —this man— he’s encompassing your body and stuffing you all at the same time, filling, holding and folding you how he wants.

You move to weave your fingers into the loose strands of his hair but the hand that was cradling your thigh is quick to grasp your wrist, tugging the appendage away as he begins dragging his hips back. “Where did all your words go, dōna riña?” (sweet girl)

You swallow thickly, fingers balling up as he oh-so slowly pulls out til’ just the tip rests in you. It’s agonising, having been so full not even moments ago, you feel empty. It’s involuntary, the way your hips lift towards him, cunt greedily taking him as you stifle the way your breath hitches. His thighs tense up as he groans, fingers tightening around your wrist as his hips rock forwards just the tiniest bit.

“Daemon, please.” It’s breathy, spoken from someplace in your chest that you feel with every inch of your body. “I want you.”

Your eyes only just catch the tic in his jaw as he drops your wrist, immediately grabbing a fistful of your tit and pushing back into you. Hips meeting flush as he glares down at you. The grip he’s got on your fit fucking hurts, but you’d be damned if it doesn’t set all your nerves on fire.

“Ilībio,” He all but snarls. (whore)

You don’t even register the next thrust before he’s pulling out again. He leans forward, large hand coming to press down onto your throat. His fingers curl around your neck —encompassing it entirely as he presses down onto you— using you for leverage as he fucks into you.

You moan, mouth falling open as he uses your body and paws at your tit messily. You can feel the flesh spill from between his fingers, feel the sensitive peak rubbing against his rough palm.

It’s driving you insane.

The hand leaves your tit, moving to the next and grabbing on just as roughly. He hits a particularly forceful thrust that has you jolting up the bed, back arching up as you whine. Your legs curl around his hips, thighs bouncing with each stroke, making a distinct slapping as he fucks you into the plush sheets of your bed. You roll your pelvis to the rhythm he sets, it’s practised, timed and purely filth.

“You belong in the,” He pauses as he sneers down at you, watching his cock sink deep into your tight little cunt. “Street of Silk.”

You can only sigh out a breath as his hand clamps down on your throat, your air coming in short bursts only when he pulls out to thrust back in.

“Your husband mustn’t have fucked you well enough.” He thrusts violently on husband, heavy cock bullying its way back into you as your cunt clenches.

His words are driving you closer to the edge, making you feel all the slicker as he fucks you, uses you like he’s your husband. Like you belong to him. Like you’re the sister he married in the ways of Old Valyria —in the ways of your house— in blood and fire.

The thick drag of his dick brings you back from your cock drunk haze, his words ringing in your brain as he watches your lashes flutter.

“Tight like a Lyseni virgin,” He buries himself into you until oxygen evades you entirely, all his weight resting on your throat as he leans in, licking a stripe up your throat and biting at your pulse point. “Wet like a pillow house whore.”

You writhe beneath him, fingers curling into the thickly corded forearm that presses you down into the bed, he teasingly slows to a stop only to rocks forwards. Watching your eyes turn hazy as your hips twitch up onto him. Jerkily grinding onto him as you struggle to take a breath.

“Struggling to breathe and you still want me to fill you, tala.” He smiles down at you, lifting a hand from your throat to caress the bone of your cheek. “So desperate for it.”

Oh, how badly you want to spit an insult at him. How badly you want to punch him and pull on his hair and suck marks into the muscled line of his shoulder.

He lifts the heel of his palm slightly, just when the edge of your vision was beginning to cloud. A quick respite of air before he’s pressing a bruising kiss to your pouty lips. Teeth digging into your bottom lip as he fully cups the side of your face. Tongue pressing into your mouth intrusively as he overwhelms you. Full of cock, his tongue, and being pinned to the bed by the entire weight of him.

The red hot coil in your stomach is cooling quickly, fading away into nothing as he devours you in the most deliciously possessive kiss you’ve ever had. His thumb presses roughly into the bone of your cheek as he thrusts gently into you. There’s a bloom of pain in your lip as he begins pulling away, teeth biting your bottom lip as he lifts himself back up. Blood smears your pearly white teeth, and you can taste it on your tongue.

Your chest heaves as you grab a fistful of his hair, pulling his face back down so you can kiss him roughly. You practically consume him with this kiss, wanting and needy as you fight to gain control. He pants out a chuckle, thumb pulling on your chin as he licks over the cut and your teeth. Your fingers tangle in his white strands and you give a sharp tug, the rasp that escapes him sends a needy throb through your cunt. But you take his unfocus as a chance to lick into his mouth, cunt throbbing as his lower half folds you over, sinking into you so deeply it makes your hips twitch and writhe in pain.

You fight against the pain, neck aching as you crane up against his weight, biting his lip harshly until you feel the break of his skin between your teeth. Blood mixing in your mouths as he pants into your mouth, thumb hooking into the corner of your mouth as he looks down at you with something akin to satisfaction.

“Smile, tala.” (niece)

You breath in shallowly, greedily taking in air that you neglected yourself of.

“Uh-uh,” He squeezes your cheeks together, until your lips pout and he presses down onto your jaw hard. “Smile.”

And you do, lips pulling up as best they can with his fingers holding your jaws apart. He lets his fingers loosen so he can watch your teeth peak out from beneath your abused and bloody lips. You can guess that you both look the same, blood staining your teeth a burning carmine. The colour of House Targaryen.

“Good girl.” His voice is condescending as he pats your cheek roughly, pushing himself back up, and sitting back on his knees as he stares down at you through wispy strands of platinum hair. Dick sitting heavy inside you, fill to the point of it being a bit hard to breathe. Your sheets reeks of sweat and sex, and the iron tang of blood sits in the air and on your tongues.

His hands smooth over your thighs, thumb running along a pink scar nestled closely to your knee.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, tits on full display while you look up at him through those pretty lashes, admiring the scars that mar the pale skin of his torso and the blood the runs a rivulet down his chin. “What are yo-“

He unwraps your legs from his waist, grabbing at the back of your thighs and pushing them towards you. You whine at the sudden movement, the blunt tip of him nudging against what the deepest parts of you. Pressing you in half with ease until he can hold your legs against his chest with one arm. The other coming to rest against the soft spot of your stomach as he hovers over you.

“Fucking an heir into you,” He presses a quick kiss to your calf before he’s snapping his hip forward and pressing down on your stomach. And that’s when you feel him. You let out a breathy moan as he fucks you, with your back arched toward him as you let him take you.

Like a virgin during her bedding ceremony.

His fingers leave pale prints in your skin as he grips onto the meat of your thighs so tightly. His thighs slapping against the backs of your legs while he fucks his length into you. With his arm wound tightly around your knees, there’s no way you can move or adjust or even move with him, you’re practically in his lap as he uses your hipbone for leverage.

Choked-out pants and whiny breaths are the only noise you can make as the hand that was holding your legs together drifts to your soaked pussy. Thumb slipping through until he bumps into your clit —he can tell by the way your tits heave and your cunt clenches impossibly tighter— and he can’t help but snicker as he presses down onto the poor thing. Hands used for more than just sword fighting, skilled in pleasing wives long gone that were no doubtingly three times older than you, are so deliciously textured.

“Hightower votrītsos nȳmagon wal morghūljagon.” Your maternal house is spat with hatred, he punctuates it with thrusts that grow more violent as he claims you. (hightower cunt calls men to die.)

“Iksā kempa isse nyke, issi ao daor, kepa?” You heave the sentence, attempting to speak without falter as he continues his selfish pleasure seeking manhandling. (you are heavy in me, are you not uncle?)

He grunts, nose scrunching up for a moment as a strand of hair dangles between his eyes. Silver locks messy. His thumb flicks over your clit again —a full-bodies shudder follows— so he can stare intently at your bouncing tits without the chatter.

“Aōha Valyrio Eglie jorrāelagon mirre.” (your High Valyrian needs work)

You admire the way his hair falls to his shoulders, undone from its hairstyle tonight at dinner, the slope of his shoulders to the plains of his front. A battlefield of cut muscle and scars that create ridges and valleys. Your eyes dart up as his nails cut into the skin of your calf, his lip curls up as his eyes finally drift from the harsh jerk of your pliable body beneath him, to your lilac eyes.

His eyes are dark, ringed by what little purple you can see in the darkness of your lonely chambers. The way he looks down at you, the look of curiosity, of lust, of hatred, it burns in your throat and makes your thighs quiver as he just stares.

You could nearly compare it to the way Aegon admires his cups, the way he drinks in every hitch of your breath, the way he huffs your scent, the stutter in his hips at every flutter of your cunt around him.

(Akin to Aegon’s lust for Dornish import wine, he drinks you in and savours the way your body begs for the extra inch.)

Your fingers tangle up in the silken sheets of your bed as you stutter, stomach quivering as he keeps his hips in motion, brining you oh-so close to your peak. Though it’s barely enough, used to the drunken fumble of your twin, you need a rougher edge, a little more pain. He’d just need a push.

“Iksā iā buzdari naejot kasta orvorta. Hae se dārys.” (you are a slave to green cunt. like the king)

He hums, brows pinching together as his thrusts grow sloppy and unpractised, like the green boy your husband had been on your wedding day.

“Kostilus ziry ūndan mirros hae bisa,” He circles your clit roughly, pad of his thumb rubbing deliciously against your slick cunt. “gōvilagon aōha muña grēza.” (perhaps he saw something like this, beneath your mothers dress.)

You let out a strangled moan, hips rocking up to meet his every thrust. The coil in your stomach is tightening and heating and making your thighs twitch and tense, and he doesn’t seem to take the movement kindly. The rhythm stutters when he forces one of your legs to his side as he surges forward to capture your mouth in a crushing kiss. Your other leg is caught over his shoulder as he moves in and it stretches muscles you hadn’t know existed in your legs as he bullies his way deeper and deeper, like he owns you, like your his to ruin.

“I would have loved taking your maidenhead.” He breaths the word into your mouth as the cuts on your lips open anew, smearing blood across your mouths, cheeks and noses. The kiss he pulls you into next is careless and messy, all knocking teeth and hot breathes.

“I- I’m,” He cuts you off by wrapping his hand back around your throat, pinning you down as his nose buries itself in the hair on the side of your head.

A blinding heat curls in your stomach and your cunt flutters around the abusive cock he fucks you with. The one leg that wasn’t pinned between you both is quick to pull his hips flush to you as you moan wantonly, though it’s smothered by his hand. Chest heaving and pale baby hairs sticking to your forehead as your lashes flutter closed. Taking the last few cants of Daemon’s hips as he finishes inside you, spilling deep inside you with heavy panting accompanied by a groan.

Everything is all warm, floating in your soft bed as the heavy man above you lets his weight onto you fully. Cock keeping you stuffed with his seed.

The hand on your throat drifts to your hair —you gulp down air as you feel an ache begin to form— deft fingers stroking at the loose strands behind your ear as he breathes in the perfume oil of the Dragons Breath flowers you'd chosen for tonight.

“I may take you to wife, with a cunt like that.” He murmurs, fingers tightening around those stray strands of hair as he lifts his face to meet yours. Pupils blown wide as he rolls his hips to nestle nicely between yours. That leg wedged between you both falling loose, and landing on the bed softly.

Oh?

That sentence shouldn't have made you so giddy, nor should it make a delighted grin pull across your bruised lips.

A plan well curated is always fruitful.

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iron out the kinks by AmazingAngie

Aegon II Targaryen x Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

E / 3k / Chapter One

Summary:

“I’m sorry she is so rude.” Aegon said.

“That’s okay,” Daemon said, “Some girls just need the attitude fucked out of them.”

“I–do not!” Rhaenyra said defensively.

“Really? In my experience, girl’s get so sweet after you’ve made them come a—hm, half dozen times? All fucked out and too full of cum to talk back.”

sequel to a sign of maturity (or a midlife crisis)

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vanilla

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Daemon almost wanted to laugh at the location Rhaenyra suggested for their first post-auction meeting. An ice cream shop, of all places. He wasn’t sure the last time he’d been to an ice cream parlor, it must have been decades at least—he honestly didn’t even realize they still existed. But a quick google search brought up the shop—complete with retro 50’s vibes and milkshakes served alongside metal shakers.

Realizing she was serious, he agreed, eager to see her and her brother regardless of location. Even the possibility of the staff awkwardly assuming he was there with his children was not going to sway him from meeting with them. Rhaenyra responded with a thumbs up, which he assumed was young person speak for affirmative.

Then, he tried to empty her existence from his brain—at least for the next four days.

It was…harder than he expected. He wasn’t used to feeling so needy. He knew that domination and submission was, at its core, an equal exchange of power. He’d never thought a submissive was lesser than him simply because of their sexual preferences. Okay, that sounded bad. He’d never thought anyone was lesser than him. He was just used to having the upper hand in his relationships. He tended to be less invested than his partners, effortlessly seeming coy when in reality he just didn’t care that much.

But he cared a lot about them, already, even though they’d only spent one night together. There was a charm to the youth and eagerness the pair had. Aegon’s desire to please—the flush of his cheeks when he was talked down to, and the delight in his eyes when he was praised. Rhaenyra resisted commands, but followed them anyway, trembling slightly with pleasure when he complimented her.

It wasn’t just their personalities though, it was their… everything. He found himself waking up with an erection like he was twenty again, after nights spent dreaming of Aegon’s pretty mouth and Rhaenyra’s tight cunt.

He worked eighteen hour days for the rest of the week, burying himself in paperwork until he was too exhausted to think of them. It half worked. He still woke up hard, the pair tormenting him in his dreams—the submissives turning into switches, and tying him up leaving him to watch them fuck. It was like his fucking subconscious didn’t even think he deserved them, which was fair, but mean.

After a week of little sleep and lots of work, he wasn’t quite at his best. But his suit was pressed to perfection and he was hopeful he would still impress the pair. He’d confirmed the day before via text, but other than that there hadn’t been any contact between them. It made him antsy, leaving him wondering if they were no longer interested. But there was little use worrying now, he’d be able to gauge their interest better in person—or at least he hoped he would.

…

He wasn’t late, but he wasn’t early either, so he was unsurprised to see the siblings already seated. He greeted them by name, pressing a kiss to Rhaenyra’s cheek since she was seated on the outside edge of the booth. He smiled at Aegon, hoping his expression hid his nerves, then sat across from them.

“You two look lovely.” He said, finding he meant it. They were dressed plainly, but the simple white garments suited them. It somehow intensified the little color there was in their pale cheeks, which brought to life the bright lilac shade of their eyes. They looked younger like this, but no less attractive for it—even if it made him disgusting to admit that.

“You look nice, too.” Aegon responded, and Rhaenyra merely nodded.

A waitress interrupted them then, taking their orders with a bright smile before putting the little book in the front pocket of her polka dot apron. This place was… unique and Daemon said as much.

“Doesn’t it remind you of your childhood?” Rhaenyra asked sarcastically, causing Aegon to cough and not so subtly nudge her side. Daemon should have been offended by the implication he was old enough to have fond memories of a fifties themed diner, but he found himself smiling at her attitude.

“I’m far too old to remember my childhood, I like to relive my youth by surrounding myself with pretty young things like you.” She blushed, squirming a little in her seat in a way that only made his smile wider.

“I’m sorry she is so rude.” Aegon said, and Rhaenyra pursed her lips at him in annoyance. By gods, they really were siblings. I mean, he knew that, but it was somehow less obvious when they were naked than when they were sniping with each other.

“That’s okay,” Daemo said, reaching for Aegon’s hand across the table. “Some girls just need the attitude fucked out of them.”

“I–do not!” Rhaenyra said defensively.

“Really?” He asked, his brow arched. “In my experience, girl’s get so sweet after you’ve made them come a—hm, half dozen times? All fucked out and too full of cum to talk back.” She shifted in her seat, and he continued, “Have you ever come that many times in a day? In a night? In an hour?” He asked, and she shook her head.

He gave her a pitying look, that was truly a shame

“It isn’t permanent, I’m afraid, the brattier the girl the more they need to be fucked. The easiest way to silence a brat is to satisfy her, and the second easiest way is…” He intentionally trailed off, hiding his smile when Rhaenyra budded in, “The second easiest way is what?”

He sighed, “The second way to silence a brat is to spank them. Some little girl’s and boy’s just need to suffer before they are sorry for their behavior.” Rhaenyra was looking down at the table, and he couldn’t tell if she was blushing but he thought she might be. So he kept talking, “A combination of the two can be used, too, in extreme cases. But I’d always start with orgasms. Why try pain first, when you can tame with pleasure?” He said, pragmatically.

“I’ve never…had that much pleasure.” She admitted. “I’m not surprised.” He said, “Pet’s shouldn’t be responsible for their own orgasms, they are too easily distracted to please themselves properly. You need someone with more experience.”

“We don’t have a lot of that,” Aegon admitted, looking almost ashamed of this fact.

They were temporarily interrupted by the waitress, who delivered their milkshakes. Daemon thought it was a little ironic that he ended up ordering a vanilla while…god, he wanted to call them the kids, got chocolate.

After the waitress left Daemon asked, “Why did you enter the auction then?” finding himself curious. The thought had been plaguing him all week—the fact Rhaenyra had only been with her brother before, and then decided her second experience would be with a stranger? It didn’t seem to fit.

Rhaenyra snorted, “We entered because Mysaria told us to.” She admitted. And… fuck, Daemon should’ve thought of that. He winced at his stupidity, looking down at the milkshake in front of him. “And let me guess, she told you who would have the winning bid?” He asked, knowing from the girl’s expression that he had assumed correctly.

“She showed us your photos ahead of time.” Aegon admitted, looking slightly guilty. “And told us about you, and how long you had known each other.”

Daemon hummed, “And what, exactly, did she tell you?”

Rhaenyra sipped her milkshake, using the straw to stir what remained as she spoke. “She said she trusted you and that you were experienced enough to remain respectful.” She paused for a moment, before continuing, “ And she said you had a great cock and that we would basically be your walking wet dream.”

Daemon coughed in surprise at how bluntly she spoke. Wow. He shouldn’t have expected less from Mysaria.

He found himself feeling a bit…flattered by the fact she trusted him, rusty from years of normal relationships, to take on this pair. This inexperienced pair. He’d done some training before—like, a decade ago, as it was sort of an inevitable role for a versatile dom who was afraid of commitment to fall into. But that was, a decade ago.

“You’ve never had a master before? A daddy? A dom?” He asked, listing the most obvious options. Rhaenyra’s nose wrinkled in disgust at the words, and Aegon didn’t look too pleased either.

“Nothing has really felt… right.” Rhaenyra said, shifting in her seat as if she was uncomfortable. Aegon continued where she left off, “I think that was part of your appeal—Mysaria said you had done it all and hadn’t quite found your place. And we might be inexperienced, but we’ve seen it all and found ourselves feeling the same way.”

“What do you want, then?” Daemon asked.

Rhaenyra blushed, looking back down at the table. “We kind of want a…husband?” She said, her tone questioning. Seeing his sister struggle seemed to give Aegon confidence, chiming in. “Someone to love us and take care of us. Someone to praise us for being good but also tell us when we are being bad.”

“And sexually?” Daemon asked.

Now it was Aegon who blushed, it was cute—one with their embarrassment over intimacy, the other over sex.

“We’re still exploring that,” Rhaenyra said, “But we liked everything from last weekend a lot. In the confines of a relationship we’d be open to things that were off limits during the auction.”

He nodded, only their ‘ enthusiastic yes’ kinks were allowed for that night. Of course they still had safe words, but the goal for scenes with strangers was to respect their limits, not push them to the point where they felt uncomfortable and had to use them.

“There is a lot we’d like to try.” Aegon admitted.

“What about you? What do you want?” Rhaenyra asked.

Daemon paused, he hadn’t really thought about that. The immediate answer on his tongue was you. “I want to be what you want, I think.” He said, honestly.

Rhaenyra narrowed her eyes, “And sexually? What do you want?” He laughed, “You’ve seen my list.” He said, before taking a sip of his own milkshake. Rhaenyra rolled her eyes, brat behavior on display as she said, “Yeah you’ve tried and liked basically everything that doesn’t involve scat, narrow it down for us.”

Aegon chimed in, “I think…we’re worried we aren’t kinky enough.” He admitted.

Daemon wanted to laugh at the idea they weren’t enough for him. Like he wasn’t fucking blessed to be in their presence with the potential opportunity to fuck them. But he didn’t think that response would be taken well, so he took a deep breath to organize his thoughts.

“I’ve tried a lot because I’ve been doing this for longer than you’ve been alive.” He said, feeling a little disgusted by the truth of that statement. “And I’ve liked a lot of it because I’m a controlling asshole who likes sex.” He said, with a laugh even though it wasn’t really funny.

“But I’ve also gone without it all for years, because even the most extreme elements of the lifestyle weren’t… enough. I don’t think I cared enough about the people I played with to garner true pleasure from their pleasure.” He paused, “Now I’m ready for that commitment, and I think as long as I’m meeting my partner's needs, that matters more than the needs themselves.”

Aegon nodded, but Rhaenyra still seemed unsatisfied. “But, like, what do you like?” She asked, and he laughed earnestly, thinking about what elements of the lifestyle he had enjoyed most.

“I like it when a submissive tries to please me, and I like pleasing them in return. Any type of sex is good. I like the… ” He considered how to phrase this, “A dom obviously doesn’t own a submissives’ body, but I like having constant access to them. The casual intimacy of being able to fondle, finger, and fuck them when I feel like it.”

They both blushed at that, and he grinned. “Nothing better than coming home from work and finding something pretty waiting for you. Or, I suppose two pretty things.” He corrected. “I like watching movies with someone in my lap, my fingers in their cunt. Or their mouth wrapped around my cock, just a warm place for my length to sit after a long day.”

He watched them shift, trying to hide their arousal in a way that only encouraged him, “Obviously, I’d need consent first—but it’s nice when you wake up in the middle of the night, to have something soft to rut against. Or even better, a wet hole to push it into.”

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

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

The conversation moved on, and Daemon continued to learn about them as the date, or whatever it was, progressed—including how they got into the lifestyle.

“When we moved here for school, there was this… freedom of not having to hide anything when we were at home. But then we started posting online, which is fun but obviously… evidence. So we didn’t post anything together. And I think we got sort of bitter? We wanted to explore our relationship where people could see it. We wanted people to comment on how we looked together, not just our looks. ”

“And then you found Dragonstone?” Daemon asked, the pair responding with matching nods.

“Because of the non-disclosure agreements we felt safe there. We couldn’t afford the membership, but Mysaria was really interested in us. She offered to subsidize it if we did weekly shows.”

“Is money an issue?” He asked. The pair hardly looked like they were struggling. With their clear skin and bright complexions, he wouldn’t have guessed they had to worry in that regard. Their clothing was, perhaps not designer, but far from tatty. Still, he knew looks could be deceiving, he wouldn’t presume to know their situation until he heard it from their lips.

“No!” Aegon said, “We get an allowance from our parents. And money from what we post online. And when we’re twenty-five we’ll gain access to our trusts. The membership is just… a lot, it would look suspicious.”

Rhaenyra snorted, “Yeah, not eager to explain that expenditure to our parents.”

Daemon could understand that. “And your relationship with your parents is…?”

He couldn’t imagine it being good. A healthy upbringing didn’t usually forge a bond between siblings that was so close they sought out a sexual relationship with each other. The fact that they looked at each other with hesitance before speaking on the topic said a lot, too.

It was Rhaenyra who spoke, “Not…great? They had really high expectations, and we never seemed to meet them. They cared more about appearances than us. We were often punished but rarely praised. And even after being punished and apologizing they would be passive aggressive about what we did wrong. They didn’t really forgive us.”

Aegon spoke then, “I think that’s the appeal you know? In the lifestyle after a punishment all is forgiven. You can right your wrongs and don’t have to bear the weight of resentment.”

Daemon nodded, “Given the sake of not wanting to trigger anything—what type of punishments?” He asked, crossing his fingers under the table and hoping to god they didn’t say spanking.

“Mostly being grounded. Losing phone or computer privileges.”

Daemon’s brow rose, interesting. So their parents' way of punishing them was isolating them, taking away the possibility of having others' attention, which is what they craved most. Drawing out what they did ‘wrong’ and making them consider their actions without outside support. He didn’t have children, he shouldn’t judge, but he could certainly understand how it shaped the kinks of the pair before him.

“And how long have you two been together?”

They both looked down at their drinks, which made Daemon laugh—”I won’t judge, I promise.” He swore.

“We started like…kissing and stuff when he was thirteen.” Rhaenyra admitted. “I was fifteen and going on my first date and worried I wouldn’t be good at it. So we practiced…and it became a habit? And eventually we did more than that.”

Aegon spoke up, “We dated other people in high school and fooled around, we weren’t like…together, or at least not exclusive. But when we moved here…”

Rhaenyra shrugged, “We realized we were always going to want each other, and if we saw someone else…we’d want them to want both of us, too.”

“Do you?” Rhaenyra asked plainly. “Do you want both of us?”

Daemon didn’t even think before speaking,

“Gods, more than anything.”

The pair of matching grins that responded to his answer were infectious, and he swore their pretty purple eyes sparkled.

“Good.” She said, “We want you too.”

The relief that washed over him with those words. Gods, he wasn’t sure he’d ever felt anything that good. He wasn’t prone to anxiety, but these little submissive things got him twisted up inside.

But relief was quickly replaced by desire when they turned to each other, then asked, “Do you want to get out of here?”

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Little dragon - Aegon Targaryen x Niece Valeryon(Targaryen)!Reader

Warning : typical inscet Targaryen, Aegon being soft(?), angst, mention of blood, labor.

Two years after the marriage between Rhaenyra and Leanor and also after repeated failures in trying to get pregnant, Rhaenyra today gave birth to her first daughter. You were born healthy, have Targaryen beauty with a silver hair on your head.

You were fast asleep in your mother's arms who was smiling at you, then the door of her chambers opened to reveal Leanor entering in a hurry “I heard it, a girl. oh this is great news”

Leanor comes closer and strokes your cheek gently, you open your eyes and look at him. "She has your eyes, she is very beautiful" Leanor smiles at Rhaenyra and he nodded his head.

Soon enough news of your birth reached King and Queen ears. The two of them immediately went to your mother's chambers to see how you two were doing.

“oh my daughter, I am proud of you. I hope the birth goes smoothly." Viserys approached his daughter and gave her a warm hug which Rhaenyra immediately returned.

"She was born without any fuss father" Rhaenyra smiled and looked at Alicent who was holding her daughter.

"She’s so beautiful, what a lovely babe you have bought to this world my love."

Rhaenyra laughed softly at her father's demands, she held her father's hand tightly. “she has her father eyes” Alicent spoke quietly while looking at you carefully.

“indeed your grace, she's the perfect mix of me and Rhaenyra” The king smiled hearing Leanor say that

"Have you given her a name?" Rhaenyra looked at her stepmother and nodded, she had thought of a suitable name for you long before you were born.

"Her name is, y/n" Viserys smiled and gently stroked his daughter's arm. "That's a beautiful name for a beautiful princess"

“y/n, I'm sure you will grow up to be a very beautiful princess in the future.”

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and months turned into years. You're now already ten and fifteen name days old, what Alicent said is true. You grew up to be a beautiful princess and was highly respected at court, You are a very innocent , shy and cheerful girl.

Two years after your birth, your mother gave birth to your younger brother, Jacaerys. A few years later your mother again gave birth to a son, Lucerys and now, a few days before your name day celebration. Your mother gave birth to a son again who was named Joffrey.

You are very happy knowing you have many siblings, but the physical differences between you and your other siblings make you not very uncomfortable with all the whispers that speak ill of your mother and siblings.

"Father, I want you to crown Aegon as the next heir to the throne."

Everyone at the council table fell silent and looked at Rhaenyra in surprise, including Otto and Alicent. Viserys choked on his wine, he looked at his daughter in disbelief. Rhaenyra took a deep breath before she looked at her father's face.

"I realize that the realm will not agree if a queen sits on the iron throne"

She knew very well that if one day she ascended the throne, many would oppose her and there would be war. because the situation had changed when Aegon was born, the son the king had longed for.

"However, before that I want to give you one condition."

Otto and Alicent looked at Rhaenyra carefully, feeling happy and anxious at the same time. Viserys was just silent and listened to every word his daughter said.

"I attended to marry my daughter, my heir. y/n to Aegon, let them rule the kingdom together”

While on the other side in the keep, you are reading your book in the garden, sometimes you just want to be alone and away from the hustle and bustle of the court. While you are enjoying the book you are reading, your attention is distracted by someone standing in front of you.

"Princess, I'm sorry to interrupt your time. but the King and Queen is waiting for your presence in council chamber." you turned your gaze and looked at Ser Criston Cole. you smiled and nodded slowly “thank you Ser Criston”

You stood up and straightened your dress a little, you walked confidently towards the council chamber. You smile and greet everyone you meet in the hallway.

When you walk in, you can see the presence of your mother, the Kinb, Queen and also the king's hand. You bowed your body slightly before finally walking closer to your mother.

"I’m sorry for the disturbance, princess. but there is something important we have to discuss with you, please have a seat” you looked at Alicent and nodded slowly.

“Oh not at all your Grace, you don't disturb my time at all.”

“Your mother just spoke about something” You listened carefully and nodded slowly, you could see your mother was very nervous but she still smiled in front of you.

Your grandsire sigh before he speak “She wants Aegon to be the next heir to the throne” this is when you looked at your mother in surprise, you didn't understand what she was thinking. Alicent, who realized how surprised you were, cleared her throat softly and continued her husband's words. "We were just as surprised as you, princess."

“you’re the princess of the realm and you have duties to full field. you have to marry and bring an heir of yourself, i attend to marry you with Aegon” As the king continues speaking you’re silent for a moment, the decision you must accept for the peace of the realm or maybe the peace for this family.

“my love? what do you think about this?” Your mother's voice brought you out of your thoughts, you looked at everyone carefully before you finally gave your answer

“I can't possibly refuse this grandsire, if this is the best decision then I accept it” you smiled.

Hearing this made Viserys smile, he then looked at his wife and daughter. “then it’s settled then, you will be married to Aegon in several months”

After the conversation in the council chambers, you and your mother are now in her chambers. You looked at your mother in astonishment, “What are you thinking? What does all this mean? I have no problem marrying Aegon. but why do you ask to change the order of the throne?”

you can see your mother sigh and massage her temples slowly, she looks at you and you can see the worry and tiredness on her face . "I just want to prevent war, my dear, if later when I ascend the throne, the entire realm will definitely not accept it well. no queen has ever sit the iron throne before”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, you heard your mother's bedroom door being forced open and revealed your father, Leanor, who looked in a hurry. “What the fuck did I just hear? is it true that you asked Aegon to be heir to the throne?”

You looked at your father in shock, it seemed like your father didn't realize you were there. your mother looked at your father and then looked at you, “dove, I will talk to your father. You can go back to your quarters."

Your father, who just realized your presence, flinched, he smiled awkwardly. "My love, sorry I didn't see you. I'll see you after this." You just nodded and walked out of your mother's chambers , you decided to go back to the garden.

You just nodded and walked out of your mother's room, you decided to go back to the garden. Now in the same place you go back to reading your book, to divert the thoughts that are running around in your head.

“well hello beautiful, what are you doing here?”

You looked away from the book and saw Aegon standing in front of you with his signature smile, you smiled and then closed your book.

“Uncle, I was just reading my book” you smiled then shifted a little so he could sit next to you.

“Sorry dove, I can't bring you flowers today” you could hear the disappointment in his voice and you laughed softly.

"It's okay, just having you here makes me happy"

Aegon lay his head on your lap, you smiled and continued your reading. "Do you know? "This book, it really disturbs my view right now" Aegon took the book in your hand and put it aside, you laughed softly and looked at his face.

"Hey, I'm telling the truth, I'm looking at the most beautiful woman's but the book is blocking my view."

You smiled and gently ruffled his hair, Aegon just laughed softly when he saw you were embarrassed. he likes to see you blush and also laugh out loud when you're around him.

"I was very happy when I found out I would marry you"

You looked at him in shock, you didn't expect that he already knew about it. "I heard the conversation with my grandfather when I was called to his room, are you happy with this dove?"

You shook your head slowly, “of course i’m happy Aegon.” You gently combed his hair and said "I can't think of a more suitable husband for me."

The great sept was decorated with a symphony of colors and opulence greeted the eyes of all who entered. Flowers of every hue adorned the edges, their fragrance mingling with the air.

As you made your way down the aisle, the guests turned their heads, their eyes widening in awe. The radiant bride, accompanied by your father, glided with grace and elegance. you look breathtaking, with white gown that hug your curve perfectly, and your neat braided hair.

At the end of the aisle stood Aegon, the new heir to the throne and your betrothed. His presence was strong and radiating, his eye locked on you with unwavering adoration. You can see his smiles reflected a shared joy, celebrating the union that was about to take place.

On your side of the aisle, your mother, Rhaenyra stood as your pillar of support. Clutching the bouquet of white roses, her eyes glistened with tears of happiness. you two shared a glance, their bond unbreakable, a silent reassurance of love.

The septon, adorned in his ceremonial robes, stood before the altar, ready to officiate the union. The guests held their breath, their eyes fixed on the couple before them, as the sacred vows of love and loyalty would be exchanged.

As you took your place beside Aegon at the altar, "You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection." the septon's voice voice resonated through the sept, his words carrying the weight of tradition and sacredness.

Aegon then removes your 'Maidens cloak' bearing the sigil of your birth house, Velaryon and replaced it by cloak' of Targaryen house signifying that Aegon taking over the protection of you.

"We stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife: one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.” The septon's powerful proclamation reverberated through the grand sept, reaching the ears of all the guest. As the septon continued with his sermon.

The septon's voice carried the weight of tradition and solemnity as he guided you and Aegon through the final steps of their union. With gentle yet purposeful movements, he began to tie their hands together with a ribbon, symbolizing the binding of their souls as one for eternity.

"In the sight of the Seven," the septon declared, his words resonating through the hallowed space of the grand sept, "I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity." The ribbon encircled their joined hands.

Turning towards each other, your eyes locked once again, you and Aegon spoke in unison, your voices blending harmoniously as they uttered the sacred words. The presence of the gods seemed to permeate the air, lending an air of sanctity to the moment.

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger..." their voices carried the weight of conviction and devotion.

"I am hers and she is mine. From this day, until the end of my days," Aegon vowed, his voice filled with unwavering commitment.

"I am his and he is mine. From this day, until the end of my days," you echoed. Their voices intertwined, their souls merging in that sacred space.

Aegon’s eye shimmering with unwavering love, gently cradled your face in his hands. His touch was tender, filled with a reverence befitting the solemnity of the moment.

With a soft, lingering touch, Aegon's lips met yours, your first kiss as husband and wife. And their first kiss ever. It was a gentle meeting of souls. In that intimate embrace, time seemed to stand still, the world fading away, leaving only the warmth of their connection.

The guests watched in awe and reverence as the couple sealed their vows with this symbolic gesture. The room was filled with a palpable energy, a collective recognition of the sacredness of the union unfolding before them.

As their lips parted, Aegon whispered, "With this kiss, I pledge my love to you, y/n Targaryen." His words echoed through the hall.

your eyes sparkled with joy as you met Aegon gaze. your voice whispered, "And with this kiss, I pledge my love to you, Aegon Targaryen.”

The septon, catching the low exchange, cleared his throat and raised his voice even louder, ensuring that all present heard his proclamation. "Let it be known that Aegon Targaryen of House Targaryen and y/n Velaryon of House Velaryon are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder.” The room erupted into thunderous applause and cheers, the joyous sound echoing throughout the grand hall of the Great Sept.

You couldn't believe that it had been almost a year since you and Aegon had been married, and in a matter of days the two of you would be holding your first child.

love what are you doing? you should been resting in our chambers” You turned your head and saw your husband walking over with Aemond beside him. You smiled and tried to stand up from your chair but Aegon quickly held you back.

“just please stay seated, i know this pregnancy had make you suffer” you smile and kiss his lips that makes Aemond groan. “she’s here at the request of both of us, Aegon” Alicent's voice made the three of you turn around, you saw the queen walking along with your mom, Rhaenyra. Their relationship only got better after the day you and Aegon got married, and honestly that made you happy.

They want to discuss several important matters with the kingdom. Since your grandsire health became increasingly worse, Aegon began to learn to manage the kingdom, of course accompanied by the queen and your mother.

“but mother, will y/n be okay? we don't know when the babe will be born” you could hear the worry and worry in his voice, you smiled and took his hand giving his hand reassuring squeeze. "I'll be fine, especially if the babe is born today. everyone is ready”

The meeting went smoothly, Aemond informed that the security of Kings Landing had improved with the addition of Gold Cloak troops in the city. Rhaenyra also said that the war taking place in the narrow sea was under control, you listen to everything that is said. Aegon of course also sometimes gives advice.

You felt pain in your stomach which made you shift uncomfortably in your chair, no one noticed it apart from your husband. Aegon looked at you worriedly and stroked your hand from under the table, “I'm fine, just a little tired” you said quietly with a smile.

Aegon nodded and focused himself again on the meetings, but he knew that something was wrong with you. you tried your best to hold back the pain which was getting worse, you whimpered softly making everyone look at you worriedly. "My love? What’s wrong?" you can hear your mother's voice. you couldn't answer and could only whimper softly, you could feel something running down your leg and you knew very well that something was wrong now.

“Is it the babe? shit, Aemond, call the Maester and the midwives to my chambers now!" Aegon shouted at Aemond and immediately carried you towards your chambers. you groaned and hugged your husband's neck tightly, ‘what happened?’ You are very scared now, You are afraid that something will happen to the babe, many women in your family have died or their babies have not survived the birthing process.

Aegon laid you down on the bed and looked towards the door, “where are the fucking midwives! hurry fucking up!” he screamed like crazy, he didn't want anything to happen to his babe, something to happen to you.

Your mother and also Alicent tried to help you to stay calm, they wiped the sweat that appeared on your forehead, give words of encouragement and also hold your hand. Your breathing are becoming hard and your vision starts to blur because of the pain and tears that accumulate on your eyelids.

“it hurts mothers, this hurts so much” you cried softly as you squeezed both of their hands, Aegon looked back at you and immediately knelt beside your bed. “Dove, look at me.” You looked at him, his gaze radiating worry and fear.

“I'm here, I'll be by your side. please hang in there” he whispered and kissed your forehead.

Not long after you are now surrounded by many midwives and also the Maester. Scream after scream could be heard clearly throughout the Red Keep making everyone who heard it shudder in horror, they knew that their princess was fighting between life and death to give birth to her first child with the prince.

"If you feel any contractions, I want you to start to push, princess.”

The voice of the midwife was faint, you gripped Aegon’s forearm until your nails turned white. Aegon kept his word to be by your side, he ignored your mother and Alicent's words. said that the birthing room was not he right to attend. Another scream was heard indicating that another contraction hit your body, with all the strength, you began to push.

"I feel the head! a few more pushes and he'll be here."

you pushed with all your might and after a few moments you threw your head back on the pillow and took a deep breath, you could heard a very loud cry which made your heart feel relieved. You looked at the midwife who was smiling broadly while holding a red bundle in her hands.

"congratulations princess, you have a son. a healthy one, he’s kicking like a goat"

you smiled weakly and with the remaining strength you had you reached out your hand to take your son, you looked at your son face with a small smile adorning your tired and sweaty face. you could feel Aegon kiss your forehead, “you did it, you gave birth to our child.”

You smiled at your husband and slowly gave your son into his arms. You smiled seeing him cradling your son. after a moment you closed your eyes as you felt the pain wash over your body once again, a small groan escaped your lips which made Aegon look at you worriedly.

"What is this? Is this the afterbirth?” you, with panicked eyes looked at the midwife. The midwife then looked under the blanket, in a worried tone she directed the other midwife to get ready.

"my apologize princess, but it looks like you are pregnant with twins. for that I hope if possible you should come to push as you felt another contraction”

you looked Aegon in shocked and prepared again to give birth to your second babe. With the remaining strength you had, you started to push ad you feel another painful contraction. You twitched in pain and that makes Aegon worried. “it’s hurt! i can’t do this please make it stop”

You cried which made Aegon walk towards the Maester “what happened? why is she in pain?!” Maester came closer and felt your stomach to check what was wrong with the babe, you saw his face change and became afraid.

“I'm sorry prince, but I think this baby is breech” breech? oh my gosh you're even more scared now, your cries are mixed with very scary screams.

“For this, we can do a procedure where we rotate the babe so that it is in the correct position or we can cut the mother's womb so that we can take the babe out”

Aegon looked at the Maester in horror, angrily Aegon pointed the dagger at his neck. "Don't ever think I will allow you to cut open my wife!"

you cried and called his name, Aegon looked at the Maester sharply and immediately walked closer to you. "my love it’s okey, i’m here you’re safe. I won't let anyone cut open your womb, there’s no fucking way," he suppressed all his words.

Your fear grew bigger when the maester approached and started to feel your stomach, "Sorry princess, but this might hurt a little" you just nodded and squeezed Aegon's hand when the Maester did his job, the pain was all you felt. You screamed in pain and told him to stop, after a while the Maester looked back at the midwives and nodded.

“alright princess, if you feel one more contraction I want you to push, okay?” You nodded weakly, you were very tired now. Your nightgown is wet because of your sweat, there is also a lot of blood on it. You took a deep breath as you felt the pain and contractions slowly creep through your body, with the remaining strength you had you tried to give birth your child.

You shook your head and leaned back against the pillow, crying and looking at your husband. he looked very messy, his hair was messy and his eyes were bloodshot. Aegon's heart ached, it hurt when he saw his soulmate looked like this.

“my love, you have to do this. I know it hurts a lot, but I won't be able to live without you. I'm begging for my sake, for the sake of our child” Aegon kissed your forehead several times while continuing to say those words, you realized that your husband and children needed you.

You took a deep breath before you finally pushed with the remaining strength you had. After a few moments the sound of the baby crying was heard, which was not too loud but clear. you turned your head to look for your babe and you can felt your heart hurt, you was afraid something had happened to your little babe.

“Aegon? what happened? please tell me that the babe is okey? right?” You turned to Aegon and looked at him sadly, Aegon was also feeling very worried. he didn't know what happened because after your baby came out, the midwives immediately took him away.

"Congratulations my prince, you have a daughter” the maester's voice sounded, making your heart feel relieved, you took a deep breath and lay back down.

Aegon smiled and kissed you several times while whispering words of thanks. You smiled and stroked his cheek gently, "This is my duty, husband. If you don’t mind I want to sleep now” he chuckled softly and kissed your forehead once more before walking out with his daughter in his arms to let you get some rest.

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