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Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader x Helaena Targaryen
Summary: Aemond walks in on his wife and sister messing around in his bed, what will he do about this discovery?
Warnings: NSFW. Threesome. Scissoring. P in v sex. Cunnilingus. Vaginal fingering. Infidelity. Spanking. Squirting. Sorta Insect? (Aemond and Helaena don’t touch each other but ??). Mean!Aemond. Soft!Helaena. Titty play. This is DIRTYYY.
Authors note: I want to be sandwiched in between these two.
Laughter and the sound of sheets rustling filled the once quiet room. Helaena and her brother’s wife were fooling around in his sheets, unknown to him. The two girls were naked and bare, their hands touching each others bodies with such erotic tenderness.
Their lips formed together into a heated kiss. Their legs were tangled together and they could feel each other’s hot cunts pressed together, making them moan into each other’s mouths.
Yes, She did love her husband, Aemond, but she also loved his sister. Helaena was her best friend and also her lover, she couldn’t live without either of them so she had to keep this a secret because she didn’t know how Aemond would react.
“My princess…” She broke the kiss and threw her head back as she ground her hips into Helaena’s. Helaena’s hands were on her lovers waist as she helped the girl chase her pleasure as well as her own.
The two didn’t hear the door open as they were too caught up in their affections. “Well…well…what do we have here?” A voice came from the door. The two girls jumped at the familiar voice, they both turned their heads to see Aemond standing with a smirk in front of the closed door.
“My love, it’s not what it looks like…” She jumped away from Helaena and they both covered their bare bodies. She quickly got up and covered herself with a silk robe that was close by. She stepped over to her husband and tried to plead her case.
“Oh really? Cause it looked like you were rubbing that sweet cunt on my sisters and pressing your lips onto hers..” Aemond said as he grabbed his wife by her chin softly, caressing her bottom lip with his thumb.
Her lip quivered and her eyes were wide as she was frightened at what he was about to do or say. “Sweet wife…I’m not mad.” He smiled sympathetically at his wife who looked as if she was about to cry at any given moment. “You’re not?” She asked.
“No, sweetling. Helaena had already told me about your…endeavors with her, and I’m happy to share my perfect wife with her.” He said as he looked to Helaena who was still on the bed and under the covers. His wife turned back to see Helaena with a smile on her pretty face.
“Come here, sister.” Aemond commanded as he began to kiss his wife’s neck and trailed up to her lips. Helaena walked over to the scene and began her own assault on her neck and shoulders. The moment was so sensual and intense. She felt as if the room were a sauna.
Aemond pulled on the tie of her robe and let it slip off of her, revealing her naked body to them. She whimpered in her husband’s mouth at the feeling of his sister’s lips on her hot skin, her hands caressing her waist and hips as his were gripping onto her ass.
She felt his cock grow hard in his trousers while she was pressed against him. The roughness of his pants against her soft skin only added to the intensity.
“Such a sweet little whore…your husband doesn’t fuck you enough, you have to go to his sister hm?” He teased and gripped her neck to make her look him in the eyes. “And I fuck you practically every day. Just can’t get enough, that’s it?”
“Be nice to her, Aemond. She’s sensitive..” Helaena said as she tucked her chin into his wife’s shoulder and looked up at him. “I’m her husband, I think I’d know that..” he rolled his eyes at his older sister, giving her a slight glare.
“Aemond…” She whimpered which drawn his attention back to her, his eyes softening at the sight of her all needy and pretty. “I’m sorry, baby.” He smiled down at his wife. His gaze flickered to his sisters face, he gave her a knowing look which she replied with the same expression.
“Let’s have some fun, sweet girl..” Helaena said as she smirked against her shoulder. She took her hand and guided her to the edge of her bed. Aemond watched as the two naked girls stepped towards his bed, his eyes trailing on his wife’s bum.
Helaena softly pressed her lips against her lovers, her hands resting on her hips as she pulled her in. Aemond began unbuttoning his shirt as he watched the two girls kiss, the sight only arousing him even more.
The girls were so caught up in each other they didn’t even see Aemond undressing himself. Their lips were molding as one and their tits pressed together. Helaena moved her hands down to the girls plump ass and gave it a squeeze, making her gasp into her mouth. Helaena took the opportunity to shove her tongue her mouth, making the kiss so much better.
Helaena was suprised when she broke the kiss, even more so when she pushed her down onto the bed. As she was about to crawl onto of her, hands stopped her from doing so. She looked up at the only possible answer to who it was and she saw her husband staring at her with a lustful gaze.
He was shirtless and his breeches were untied, his defined torso on display. He dipped down to place rough kisses onto her neck, making her moan. Helaena sat up and watched the two as she grabbed her lovers tits and squeezed them softly into her hands.
The feeling of Helaena playing with her nipples and Aemond kissing her neck was too much. She was already so sensitive before, now she was turning into a mess before them.
“Why don’t you lay down, Hel?” Aemond said as she barely glanced up from his wife’s back. She gave him a nod and settled herself between the pillows. Aemond kneeled down, “Get in between her legs with your ass up and ready for me.” He whispered in her ear sternly.
She shuttered at the feeling of his breath on her neck, but she quickly complied with his command. Her face was in between Helaena’s legs, practically face to face with her pussy. Aemond took off his trousers and got onto the bed and behind his wife.
He grabbed her ass and gave it a rough slap. She groaned at the sudden pain. Helaena caressed her head with such gentleness, unlike Aemond. The two were so different yet she loved them just the same.
She looked up at Helaena to see her already staring at her with love in her eyes and a sweet smile. Her hands ran through her hair and rubbed her soft cheeks with her thumbs. Her gentle touch made her face warm, she gently laid her head on Helaena’s pale thigh as she caressed her head.
She found comfort in her touch as her husband was so rough with her, she felt his fingers float down to her cunt and dip into her wetness that was dripping out of her. “Fuck…always so wet, my sweet little wife.” He groaned as he played with her cunt, running his long fingers over her sensitive clit.
His touch made her shiver and moan into his sister’s thigh. Her noises made Helaena giggle, “So beautiful.” She cooed at the woman in between her legs.
Aemond bent down to whisper in his wife’s ear, he grabbed her neck and pulled her up, “I want you to lick my sweet sister’s cunt as I fuck you, got it?” She nodded in his grasp, whimpering at how harsh he was treating her.
He let her go and placed a hand on her hip and another on his cock, guiding himself into her cunt. She took this time to lick a broad strip onto her lovers cunt, making Helaena moan and throw her head back into the pillows.
Aemond pushed himself into his wife’s cunt, making them both moan at the feeling. The vibrations of her voice that played into her cunt only added to the pleasure she was giving Helaena.
Aemond barely let her have time to adjust before moving his hips to thrust back into her cunt. Her mouth messily made out with Helaena cunt, her tongue licking at her swollen clit. Her hands were all over her lovers body, one holding her thigh open and another grabbing at her tits. Helaena’s fingers were laced through her lovers hair as she practically humped her face.
Aemond watched the scene play in front of him in delight, “she’s good with her mouth, isn’t she?” He panted as he asked his sister, she only nodded her head as she could barely form words. Aemond laughed at his sister struggling, his hips slamming into his wife’s cunt.
Her sweet moans traveled to Helaena core, making her grip the sheets below her. “You’re doing so good, my sweet..” she gasped and stroked her head and cheeks. “Such a good girl..” she smiled down at the woman who was giving her the best head of her life.
“Our good girl..” Aemond said as he fondled with her ass before giving it a slap. She jolted at the hit, but continued her assault on Helaena sopping cunt.
Aemond’s thrusts were hard and fast, making his wife’s body shake before him. His cock was buried into her and the room was filled with the wet sounds her cunt made as hips slammed into her.
His eyes trailed on the movement her ass made when his hips crashed into her over and over again. He was mesmerized by her and her body, no one was more obsessed with her more that him. Well, perhaps Helaena was but he could share the number one spot with his dear sister.
Her cunt swallowed his cock, she clenched down onto him, making him groan. His cock throbbed inside of her. They both were so close, as was Helaena. She was practically withering away at the feeling of her brother’s wife’s mouth on her cunt.
“So fucking good.” He moaned, his pace quickened as he felt his release approaching. She was drooling into Helaena’s cunt, her mind floating in a far away land. All she could do was lick into her lovers sweet cunt as if it were candy. Her husband was pounding into her, and it felt glorious. Her peak nearing so quickly.
Helaena’s moans and whines were the sweetest song she had ever heard. Her hands were gripping onto her hair. Her tongue had dipped into her hole and fucked Helaena with her long tongue. Helaena was so close she was convulsing with pleasure. Her legs shook around her lovers head as she came with a loud moan.
“You did so well, my love… so so well..” Helaena panted as she watched her begin kissing her thighs that were soaked in her arousal. Her whimpering tickled her skin, her body was shaking as she neared her peak.
“I know you’re close, sweet girl. Cum for me, Cum for your husband..” Aemond said as he felt her clench harder than she had before on his cock. A white ring formed around the base of his cock and the stickiness of her arousal connected them when he thrusted back into her.
She moaned at his words, he had knew her so well. Her husband was so attentive to her and her needs. She had felt dizzy, her peak finally reaching her as she soaked his cock and the sheets below her. She had only done that one other time before for him, he was shocked he had done it again.
His release came close behind her, he filled her womb up with his cum. “Gods…you’re so perfect.” He said as he caught his breath and stroked her back. He gently pulled out of her and laid her down onto the bed next to Helaena. He pulled the covers over the two girls and rushed over to the table beside the fireplace where he had thrown his clothes and grabbed a handkerchief that he kept in his pocket that had his wife’s initials sewed on it.
He cleaned himself up and threw his trousers on before cleaning his wife up. He gave Helaena the cloth to clean herself as he didn’t feel comfortable cleaning his own sister’s cunt.
He pressed a gentle kiss on the girls heads before pouring them each a glass of water that was kept on the table. He handed his sister a glass and sat his wife up to have her drink the water, “drink up, sweet girl. You need it.” He said as she cuddled into his side, her mind still foggy from the intense peak she just had. She gulped down the water and looked up at her husband with love in her eyes, she had never been so in love with him than this moment. He had accepted her for who she was and loved her no matter what.
She leaned up a pressed a gentle kiss onto his lip which he reciprocated. They both pulled back with a smile, “I love you so much, Aemond.” She whispered and tucked her head into his shoulder. “And I love you, beautiful girl.” He said with a smile plastered on his lips.
“What about me?” Helaena questioned as she laid her head into her lovers lap. “You know I love you, my sweet.” She giggled as she leaned down to bring Helaena into a kiss.
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Pairing: Aegon Targaryen × Reader × Helena
Targaryen
Word Count: 847
Warnings: Incest, breastfeeding kink, fingering, thigh riding, kink shame
Summary: Aegon comes to realise he has a breastfeeding kink
A/N: All characters are 18+! minors DNI. I’ve decided to split this into two parts
The first time Aegon noticed the wet spots that your nipples had produced was early one morning when he felt you rustling beside him. You woke to the milk soaking through the fabric of your nightgown. As you were sleeping between Aegon and Helaena, it was impossible not to wake them. The sun shining into the room was enough for them to see the damp fabric of your clothing. You scoot to the bottom of the bed to remove the nightgown and change into a new one.
“Is that normal?” Aegon is alarmed. “Should I send for the maester?”
“She’s fine; her milk is just coming in,” Helaena says, yawning. She fluffs her pillow before laying her head back down on it.
Aegon looks up at you, confused. You smile at him. You place his hand on your swollen stomach and say, “My body is just getting ready for the baby.”
He says nothing but kisses your bump.
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The second time Aegon noticed the milk coming from your teats was when he entered your shared bed chambers to see you riding Helaena. Your soaking core rubbed against her soft thigh, while one of her hands clasped at your bare ass while the other gripped your hip tightly, holding you in place.
You had been so caught up in chasing your high that you’d been oblivious to the small droplets of milk coming from you as Helaena sucked your breast into her mouth. It wasn’t until she leaned back and moved to suckle on the other that you noticed the milk still on her lips. She didn’t seem bothered by it, while Aegon stood frozen in place, watching.
Although watching his wives fucking always got him hard, Aegon felt something else as well. Jealousy. He wished to know how the milk coming from your perfect breast tastes.
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The third time he noticed was when he assisted you while you bathed. Aegon listens as you complain of how sore and heavy your stomach and breasts felt while washing your back. Usually he would be sliding his fingers inside of you by this point, but his eyes kept lingering on your breasts, which kept leaking.
His cheeks flushed red whenever he noticed. At first, you thought he found it disgusting, but then you started to notice his dick always got hard. You wanted to mention it but didn’t want to risk embarrassing Aegon, knowing how shy he could be about certain things.
You made a mental note to try to find a way to test your theory that Aegon had a breastfeeding kink without actually mentioning it.
You bounce up and down on Aegon's cock, enjoying the pleasurable sting of his cock stretching your cunt to fit him. If it weren’t for Helaena clashing her lips against your own, you were sure the whole of the keep could hear your moans of pleasure.
“Bend over.”
Following your command, Helaena turned around and leaned down onto her elbows with her plump ass sticking up. The way she was bent gave you a full view of her glistening core. When she starts to rub at her clit, you slide your fingers along her folds a few times before thrusting two into her.
When your eyes move back to Aegon, you notice his gaze is on your breasts, which have started to leak again. Now or never. You tangle your free hand into his thick hair and motion for him to sit up. Gently kiss him on the lips before guiding his head to where you wanted it most. He looks up at you for permission. When you nod, Aegon wraps his lips around your hard nipple.
His thrusts become harder as he sucks every drop that he can from your breast. Helaena moans loudly as she brings herself to a climax on your fingers. You’d make up for your lack of effort later, as it was hard to be considerate of both of them at the same time. But Helaena held no ill will as she began to kiss the side of your neck as you held Aegon tightly.
Both of you came together quickly, and not long after, all three of you fell asleep.
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Staring up at the ceiling, you feel Aegon shuffling beside you. You look at Helaena, who was sleeping peacefully beside you, hugging a pillow to her face as his shiny silver locks fell over it.
You whisper, “Aegon, are you awake?”
“Elena, you should be asleep.”
You roll onto your side so you can face him, and your noses brush together. “What’s keeping you up, my love?”
“… I’m ashamed that I enjoyed ‘it’ so much.”
Instantly, you know what he’s alluding to. You brush stray hairs behind his ear. “You shouldn’t feel any shame.” Seeing his lilac eyes linger on Helaena, you decide not to go any further into the conversation just now. “We can talk about it further in the morning, if you like.”
Aegon nods; he cuddles in closer, resting his hand on your swollen bump before trying to fall asleep.
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Heleana Targaryen*Wife
Pairing: Heleana x f!reader, aegon x heleana (only mentioned)
Kinktober Day twenty-nine: face riding with Heleana Targaryen – while Heleana appeared shy outside of your chambers when you, her maid, came to tend to her at night she was anything but shy
Word count: 605
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“It pains me to see how they treat you,” you said, your fingers raking through Helena’s hair as she curled up into your side.
She sighed, her head sinking further into your chest, “I have accepted my fate,” she said, her content seemingly real as you felt her smile against your skin, “as long as I have you by my side I don’t mind so much,”
“I know but still,” you said, a sadder sigh leaving your lips, “If you were my wife, I would treat you far better than that oaf,”
“And if you were my wife, I’d never let you leave my chambers,” she giggled making you laugh as well. Heleana lifted her head from your chest to press a kiss to your lips. Your hands moved to cup her face as hers moved to your hips.
It didn’t take long for you to straddle her hips, hands snaked in her hair as she began to feel your ass beneath your shift. All the kings’ drunken complaints of a dull wife were insane to you. after all she was enthusiastic in your company.
Her hands squeezed your hips as her lips pulled away, “Up,” she said with a light devious smile pulling at the corners of her lips.
“My princess I am here to serve you,” you laughed, trying to dip down for another kiss only to be stopped.
“Then serve me that pretty cunt of yours,” she smiled sweetly as if not saying filthy words.
Her hands squeezed your hips again and finally you gave in, shifting up her body till your cunt hovered over her face. You tried to hover lightly, making sure not to hurt her but her arms soon wrapped around your thighs, pulling you down. You gasped when you felt her lick a strip up your cunt, but it settled into light moans as you felt her lips wrap around your clit.
She sucked it softly at first, massaging the sensitive bundle with her tongue as her hands squeezed your thighs. Your hands reached out to hold the headboard as you felt her mouth move. You buried your mouth into your arms to try suppressing the moans as you felt her tongue begin to lick inside you like a woman starved.
Heleana moved her head slightly, so her nose rubbed against your clit perfectly, massaging it as her tongue worked its wonders inside you. instinctively your hips began to move, grinding softly against her face. Her hands grabbed your hips, encouraging the way they rolled against her face.
When she moaned however it sent vibrations up your cunt, shivers running down your spine as you felt a knot tightening in your stomach. “My princess I can’t- “you tried to protest, moving to give her some air but her arms just tightened locking you in place.
Not being able to stop yourself any longer you let yourself ride her face, grinding harder knowing its what she wanted as she moaned against your cunt yet again. Your peak soon came, crashing down around you as your hips bucked against her face.
Her movements slowed, never stopping as you rode your peak out on her face. You tore a hand off the headboard, tapping her arm twice which made her relax her grip on you till you could collapse beside her on the bed.
“You’re so pretty,” she hummed, pushing the hair out of your face despite her own face still being wet with your juices.
“You’re fucking perfect,” you mumbled, lips slamming onto hers as you pulled her to straddle your lap, “Time for me to repay the favour princess,”
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Two Souls, Entwined
summary: dreams & dirty talk || helaena has been plagued with visions; things between her and her lady in waiting finally reach a boiling point
pairing: helaena targaryen x f!reader
warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, wlw, mutual pining, angst but happy ending, dry humping, breast/nipple play, dirty talk but make it poetic and loving, slight aegon slander i broke my own heart, i love helaena sm, there needs to be more content for her i love her, let me know if i missed anything!!
word count: 4.1k
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Helaena sighs when she opens her eyes and blinks, disoriented by the early morning light, her head still clouded with sleep.
“Your friend is not a friend yet not your foe…” She whispers to the emptiness of her chambers, the cryptic phrase a familiar one now as it had been making its home in her head for the past few weeks.
Sitting up with a groan, she pauses at the edge of her bed, staring blankly ahead as the cloudy figures from her dream seem to swirl around her still. She was growing frustrated with the shadowy shapes, as much as she hated to admit it – she did not often enjoy her dreams, they often brought news of unpleasant tidings, secrets that she alone seemed expected to bear, but for the past few weeks her dreams had been… pleasant. Joyous, in fact. Yet they seemed much further away than the others, only revealing small slivers of information to her night after night.
She smiles softly as she gives one last glance out the window before padding over to the vanity in her chambers, determined to brush out her hair before the maids have the chance, they were always too rushed and hurried. Her mind drifts back to her dream as she runs a comb through her fair hair; lately, this mysterious dream seemed to be the only thing she could focus on for very long.
The figure in it seemed so familiar, moving around her as if it was an old friend, someone safe. She sighed again as she thought, blushing despite herself as she recalled her latest vision, remembering how the shadow had moved about her, as if in a courting dance, before it leaned in closely, though if it were for a kiss or to whisper a secret she didn’t know.
“Your friend is not a friend yet not your foe.” She repeats, as if the repeating will somehow reveal more.
It puzzles her greatly, the feelings of safety mixed with distinct romantic desire, a deep wanting from somewhere within her. There aren’t many people she even feels safe around, and even less so those she’d ever felt romantic longing for, and a much shorter list followed of people who had ever felt romantic longing for her. She feels secure around her mother, of course, and grandsire and her precious younger brothers, but she cannot help but wrinkle her nose with disgust at the thought of romantic intent with any of them.
She blinks, setting her hairbrush down and biting her lip as she thinks. I feel safe with Aegon, she ponders, brows knitting together, He’s never given me a reason to not feel safe but… She sighs, not bothering to finish the thought. She was well aware her marriage was one of politics, not of love. She remembers there had been whispers of many suitors when she’d finally come of age; everyone from Aegon and Aemond to her half-sister’s bastard sons had been considered, and though Helaena appreciated some more than others… she didn’t desire any of them.
Before she can help herself, her blue eyes flit over her own curves as she gazes at herself in the mirror, wishing, as she had so many times before, that she could reach out and feel her own reflection – feel a mirrored twin with similar soft skin and supple flesh. She wishes that soft, delicate fingers could touch her as well; she had grown tired of rough, battle worn touches long ago.
Someone I feel safe with and feel romantic longing for, she thinks again, blinking rapidly as a familiar face immediately springs to mind yet again, just as it had every time she’d pondered this mystery for the last few weeks, only growing more frustrated. It can’t be, she’d decided that long ago, long before this vision began.
But...
The Gods only ever seemed to show her visions that were assured, that would come to fruition, one way or another. Maybe… maybe that meant that y–
No, she thought, locking eyes with her reflection, Don’t be ridiculous.
She smiles as she hears her chamber doors opening, at the same time they do every morning, and turns around on the ornate, cushioned chair at her vanity, her eyes locking with your familiar ones as you waltz it.
“Good morning, Princess,” her heart beats a mite faster at the sound of your voice, at the bright smile that graces your lips as you stride to her, “I trust you slept well?”
“Good morning, sweet friend,” she greets you brightly, standing and pulling you into a hug as she did every day, “I did, quite peacefully, actually. And you?” She asked, trying to ignore the small voice that longed to hold you more closely, as she did everyday.
“I did as well,” your hand lingers in hers for a moment as she steps away, sitting back at her vanity as the maids arrive, instantly fluttering around the two of you like a kaleidoscope of butterflies, “After we break fast, would you like to come to the gardens with me?”
Helaena merely nods, though inside she buzzes, her heart fluttering like a bird’s wings.
I would follow you into the Seven Hells, she longs to say.
You wake with a small start, your hand instantly flying to your lips. You could swear they still tingle for a second from when she’d kissed you, just before you’d woken up. Blushing, you glance around your chambers, as if there would be anyone else there, and finding them empty leaves you both relieved and disappointed all at once.
Sighing, you slide off of your plush bed and walk over to your small vanity and use the small wash basin to splash water on your face. A small thrill shoots up your spine as you glance over your shoulder in the mirror, knowing from the position of the light filtering through your windows that it’s nearly time to go find your friend.
Friend.
It’s a funny word, you think, not one you would have imagined assigning to the princess all the many years ago when you’d arrived at King’s Landing, young and eager to be a lady in waiting for Helaena. You can’t help the smile that blooms on your lips each time you think of her, your quiet, captivating princess. You meet your own gaze in the mirror and frown, looking at yourself in the way a disappointed parent would look at a child.
Not yours, you chide, like repeating it over and over would make it hurt any less, Not yours, not yours, not yours.
Sighing yet again, you rise from your spot at the vanity and quickly grab your robes, eager to escape your own thoughts.
“This one is the iphiclides podalirius,” Helaena says, her voice soft as she marvels at the delicate butterfly perched on the back of her hand, “More commonly called the scarce swallowtail, I believe. It’s truly remarkable, normally they don’t travel this far north, though I’m told they’re a common sight in the gardens of Sunspear.”
“Then we are quite lucky to see it,” you smile, setting your embroidery hoop on the bench beside you as you study the yellow and black striped insect, though your eyes seem to drift to the princess on their own; you can’t help but smile as you see the way her beautiful sapphire eyes light up as she examines the small creature, “It’s very beautiful.”
Like you, you think, swallowing down the words.
“Would you like to hold her?” Helaena asks, looking at you hopefully.
As always, you nod, aware that you were the only one who seemed to entertain her fascination with insects and plants. Selfishly, you liked that.
Slowly and carefully, Helaena guides the butterfly onto the back of your hand; the two of you sitting close together, close enough for your shoulders to press together. A giggle leaves you at the feel of the insect's feet on your skin, so small and light, like tiny, faint kisses.
“Perhaps she was drawn to the hydrangeas,” the princess muses, “Those are new this year, though I suppose any of the other very colorful plants would spark her fancy as well, like the lilac or poppies or…”
It takes you a second to notice that she’s gone quiet next to you and you finally tear your gaze away from the butterfly, frowning slightly when you see the look on her face, her blue eyes hazy and unfocused as they flit back and forth like she’s watching figures you cannot see.
“Princess?” You ask softly, reaching out to take her hand, only halfway aware of the butterfly fluttering away, “Helaena?” You ask again, a bit louder, gripping her hand tighter.
“Your friend is not a friend yet not your foe…” She whispers, so faintly that the words scarcely leave her lips. Your frown only deepens, your eyebrows knitting together as you shake your head, trying to make sense of her words.
“What?” You ask softly, used to hearing her mutter odd phrases but seeing her in a trance was something altogether different, “Helaena? Should I go fetch the maester?” You don’t know why you ask her, not expecting a response.
The figure danced in front of her again, clouded in darkness, though instead of feeling cold and empty like the dark so often did to her, these shadows hugged Helaena like a blanket.
She blinked, and suddenly everything changed, becoming clear as if she’d blinked away tears. The clarity was startling for a second as the edges of the figure sharpened before her, still leaning toward her as if it meant to whisper an amorous secret.
Finally, her eyes focused and in that moment, she felt as if she could be knocked over by the air current made from the flittery wings of a butterfly.
You.
It was you, just as she’d always suspected, standing before her as if you’d always been there.
Your friend is not a friend yet not your foe. The phrase repeats in her mind like a mantra as she stares at you, marveling at the way you stare at her.
Like she’s precious, something to be fawned over. Something to be… loved?
Her heart hammers wildly in her chest as she reaches out, her fingers finally skimming over your cheek.
She could cry, perhaps she is crying, she doesn’t know. The only thing she’s sure of is that this feels so right, like a puzzle piece within her has finally shifted and slotted into place.
Just as it crosses her mind to lean in and kiss you, the vision falls away, words echoing in her mind as the gardens come back into focus.
Not a friend.
Not a friend.
Not a friend.
Yet...
Not a foe.
“Helaena, please!” You beg, urgency coating your voice as you lean in closer, closer than you’d ever dared before, praying to see some spark of recognition in the princess’s eyes.
Suddenly, she seems to come back to herself, gasping as you jump back away from her, startled.
“Oh!” She breathes, blinking a couple times before her blue eyes finally fix themselves on you, “I’m so sorry, I don’t… I don’t know what came over me.”
You shake your head quickly, moving back toward her and taking her hands in yours once more, your heart twisting as you notice them trembling slightly. “There’s no need to apologize, I’m just happy you’re alright.”
The two of you sit in silence for a moment, Helaena staring at you in a way that makes your cheeks heat up, as if she’s seeing you for the first time, before she seems to catch herself and look away, much to your disappointment.
“Was that one of your dreams?” You ask softly, looking down to where her hand rests within yours.
“Yes.” She says simply, her eyes locked on the way your fingers overlap hers as she desperately tries to ignore the voice in her head telling her to enterwine them.
“What did you see?” You ask, catching her gaze again. There’s a fire in her eyes now that makes you shiver.
She’s quiet for a moment, neither of you so much as breathing as you stare at each other – the princess looking at you so intently you wonder if she’s trying to hear your thoughts. You pray she can’t.
“Nothing of importance,” she says finally, pulling her hands away and standing from the bench suddenly, “They’re just shapes, really. Fuzzy things.”
“Alright,” you smile as you stand with her, picking up your embroidery hoop from where it had been abandoned at your side, “If you ever wish to discuss them, I would be more than happy to listen.” You tell her, desperately wanting to hold on to whatever moment you had just shared with her.
She merely nods with a small, soft smile and holds her arm out for you to take, “Let’s go, we don’t want to be late for supper.”
The fire warming your skin from the hearth in Helaena’s chambers normally felt cozy and inviting, but tonight the heat of it was stifling as the two of you sit in silence. Each of you is presumably working on an embroidery piece, although the atmosphere feels more like that of a stalemate with each passing moment.
You can feel her looking at you, sneaking glances every minute or so. You imagine she can probably feel the same, perhaps that’s why she keeps looking your way, because you can’t seem to keep your eyes off her either.
Finally, the tension in the room seems to boil over and you can’t take it anymore; your fingers dig into the wood of your embroidery hoop as you gather the courage to speak.
“Have I… Are you cross with me?”
“Pardon?” The princess asks, jumping a bit before laying her hoop at her side, her eyes wide as she looks at you unabashedly now.
“You, well, you keep looking at me. I just, I’m hoping I haven’t offended you in some way.” You chance a glance at Helaena and quickly do a double take, heart clenching in your chest when you see that she looks as if she’s about to cry.
“You haven’t,” she breathes, shaking her head emphatically, locks of pale hair cascading down her shoulders as she does, “I simply… I was considering the dreams I’ve been having, the one I had earlier today.”
“But what does that have to do with me?”
“You’ve been in them!” She says suddenly, loudly, like she has to force out the words.
“What?” You blink.
She sighs heavily and swallows, wringing her hands on her lap. “You were in them. You have been for weeks.”
You wonder if the princess can hear your heart beating rapidly in your chest as you blink, silently praying to whichever of the Gods may be listening that Helaena’s dreams and your dreams were not somehow intertwined. In the back of your mind, you knew your pleas were useless.
Your mouth opens and closes a few times like a fish that’s been plucked from the water before you finally find your voice, “What… what am I doing in them?” Your whole body buzzes, fearing the answer and desperately needing it all at once.
The princess hesitates, you want to scream as you can all but see her weighing her options in her mind before she finally, finally speaks.
“Courting me, kissing me.”
A small withering, wounded noise passes your lips at her words. You feel dizzy, the room spinning as you feel as though the entire world is crashing down around you while at the same time, it’s as if a mountain’s worth of weight has been lifted from your shoulders.
“And your visions… they only show things already fated to occur?” You feel frozen as you ask, not a muscle in your body moving. You know the answer even as the question leaves your lips, but you need to hear her say it.
Helaena sighs and shakes her head, a frown cutting across her pretty face, “That’s why it’s frustrating,” she bites, spitting the words like the mere act of explaining is painful, “This one cannot come to pass, I do not understand why I see it…”
She keeps speaking, talking through her annoyance, but the sound of your own blood pumping wildly through your veins blocks out her words.
No, your head pounds as you silently scream, No, no, no! Please, just let me explain, give me a chance, I’ll do any—
A loud sob cuts through your thoughts; the world seems to wrench its way back to you as you look at the princess, eyes widening when you see the tears flowing down her flushed cheeks.
“You could never truly wish to…” She says slowly, brokenly, words fading like she can’t even bear to say them.
“I do.” The words feel punched from your chest like you’re holding your heart out to the open air.
Helaena’s ocean eyes cut to yours as her breath hitches, the both of you not daring to move a muscle as you sit together on the small sofa in her chambers; the fire crackling in the hearth is the only indication that time has not ceased to exist.
You aren’t sure who moves first, maybe the Gods have threaded the two of you together so tightly that you move as one, you can’t be sure.
But her lips are on yours.
And her hands cup your cheeks as yours scramble to fit around her waist, four hands poised on a knife’s edge.
You sigh against each other, pulled together like a knot in a thread, and you gasp as you find yourselves pressed together, chest to chest.
Finally, you part for air, panting together as you stare, foreheads pressed together.
“Princess—“
“You love me?” She asks, swiping a thumb over your cheek; it’s only then you realize you’re crying.
“Yes,” you breathe, your hands grip her tighter, pulling her impossibly closer to you, “And you?”
“Yes,” she echos, her thighs slotting over one of yours as she climbs atop your lap, “You are my heart beating out of my body.”
Her words zap through you and your heart twists in your chest as your hands clamber against her, your lips press against hers again urgently. Twin moans, muffled into each other's mouths, sound between you as your hands cup her rear, pressing her more urgently against you.
“You are beautiful,” you sigh, hands grabbing at her plush curves through the silk fabric of her skirts, “You’re so soft and —“
“Warm,” she breathes, moaning into the column of your neck as her lips move against your skin, “You’re so warm, my love, like the sun.”
My love. The pet name sends a shiver down your spine as the two of you move together, pressing kisses against whatever patches of skin you can find, rocking together instinctually. The firmness of her thigh presses deliciously against your center, your skirts rucked up enough to bare your smallclothes, which press welty against your core.
You gasp, pressing a kiss to the princess’s collarbone as her hips move tantalizingly on your thigh, the warmth between her legs nearly suffocating as you whimper and sign against each other’s soft skin.
“I have always loved you,” you confess, nearly coming undone as she begins tugging at the ties at the bosom of your gown, her hands shaking as she pulls them loose, “Always, from the first moment I saw you.”
She makes a noise between a moan and sob as she finally tugs your bodice loose, and you whimper as her lithe fingers ghost over your breasts, causing your back to arch into her touch. “I’ve always loved you too,” she sighs as her soft hands cup your chest, kneading the flesh in her palms, “I always wanted to court you, marry you, I,” her voice breaks off in a faint, high-pitched whine as you finally manage to unbutton the bodice of her gown, she savors the feel of your lips and hands against her breasts for a moment more before continuing, “Gods, I wished to bed you, I’ve always longed to know what you would feel like, how sweet you’d taste.”
Her confessions nearly make you weep as you kiss over the fat of her breasts, keening into her supple skin as she delicately pinches at your nipples, “I have only ever thought of you, my sweet princess,” your chest heaves as you speak, your words muffled as you lick over her nipple, “When I sleep, when I wake, when I–” The words stick in your throat as you freeze, peering up at her through your lashes, somehow still impossibly afraid of going too far, or too fast, or too anything.
“When you what?” She asks, her voice so soft and sweet as she stares down at you, her fingers digging into your breast and side as her sapphire eyes flit between yours, “Tell me, my love, when you what?” She urges, her hips moving somehow more desperately against yours, only serving to fuel the fire slowly building within you.
“Gods, when I touch myself,” you whisper, shuddering as she lets out a breathy moan above you, “When I peak, sweet princess, I think only of you.” Your confession ends in a sharp gasp as she angles you backwards, anchoring you to her with an arm wrapped tightly around your waist. Her lips trail down your neck and collarbone before finally, she presses firm, fiery kisses to your breast, panting as she wraps her petal pink lips around your nipple and sucks, pressing her thigh more firmly against your center as she does.
“I think only of you too,” she breathes, blue eyes fluttering up to yours as your hands tangle in her pale locks, “Every time I touch myself, I dream of you,” she mumbles around your breast, her touch all but burning into you as she kisses across your chest before mouthing at the other side, “When my brother beds me, it is you I see, my precious lady.”
You practically sob as her admission sends you reeling, each cell in your body bursting like lightning from a stormcloud as you peak. You’re useless to do much else other than tremble in her hold as shivers travel in currents down your spine, your smallclothes no doubt ruined as your center clenches frantically at nothing, your pearl so taut and achy as it twitches against the princess’s thigh.
You don’t waste a second when your high subsides, moving frantically as you push Helaena back, slotting yourself perfectly atop her, pressing your thigh between her legs like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do. Your skirts fan out around your bodies, blanketing your forms in a soft sea of silk, your bare chests pressed tightly together as you rut against her, needing to see her awash with pleasure more than you need breath in your lungs.
“My love, my sweet princess,” you sigh into her mouth, your tongues swirling together as she all but cries beneath you, her hands digging possessively into your waist, “I am yours, my love, until the end of my days.” You swear, pressing your thigh tightly against her center, and your heart soars as she finally shatters in your grasp.
You watch, enraptured, as she peaks; mesmerized at the blush that blooms on her skin, at the way her blue eyes roll back as her eyes flutter closed, at how her breasts heave as she sucks in desperate breaths. The sounds she makes seem to pierce into your soul, each whimper and moan and cry ripping away parts of you until your heart is stripped bare, beating only for her.
The two of you lay in a heady silence for many moments, the only sounds being your soft, panting breaths as you each come down and the ever-present crackle sounding from the hearth.
“Your friend is not a friend yet not your foe.” Helaena whispers, her voice raspy as she speaks.
“Pardon?” You ask, pulling back from her embrace just enough to meet her gaze.
“That phrase,” she explains, her eyes glimmering in the firelight as a smile steadily blossoms on her pink lips, “I kept hearing it, in my dreams about you.”
You stay silent, tracing soft circles on her soft skin, leaving room for her to continue.
“I wasn’t sure at first, but now I see.”
“Hm?”
You aren’t my friend, the Gods spoke truthfully,” she beams, radiating joy as she studies your face, “You’re my love.”
Her statement is simple, but it makes you smile all the same as you press a sweet kiss to her lips.
“Yes,” you nod, pulling back to meet her eyes as you lay a hand over her heart, “Always.”
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NSFW Visuals ➢ House of the Dragon
synopsis :: various smutty scenarios & nsfw twitter links
includes: Aegon ii Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Jacaerys Velaryon, & Helaena Targaryen
warning(s): NO MINORS!!, smut, straight up porn, sinful really
AEGON II TARGARYEN (m/f)
LINK :: when you’re too sore Aegon is willing to try other methods...
LINK :: there’s nothing he loves more than sucking on your tits
LINK :: aegon can be mean when he gets lost in his cups, but don’t worry, he’ll always make it up to you in the morning
LINK :: he’s notoriously lazy, why would sex be any different?
LINK :: do I even need to explain?
LINK :: he could watch you fucking yourself on his cock for hours
LINK :: loves breeding you, though it has nothing to do with continuing the Targaryen line, he couldn’t care less about that.
LINK :: just imagining a modern au where he sends this to your boyfriend aemond?
AEMOND TARGARYEN (m/f)
LINK :: he wouldn’t take your maidenhead, but that doesn’t mean he’ll leave you unsatisfied
LINK :: loves sliding between your thighs and watching you lose control
LINK :: aemond would prefer taking his time with you...
LINK :: all his training led up to the moment he could take his frustrations out on your throat
LINK :: no words really...
LINK :: aemond is extremely patient, especially after you’ve been acting out...
LINK :: he wouldn’t stop until he’s sure you’re full of him
JACAERYS VELARYON (m/f)
LINK :: his absolutely favorite thing is to give you pleasure
LINK :: getting lost in each other wouldn’t be uncommon...
LINK :: you would always show him how grateful you were, giving him exactly what he deserves...
LINK :: completely loses himself in your cunt, he’s so obviously a pleasure dom oml
LINK :: sometimes he needs you to take control and milk him for all he’s worth
LINK :: taking out his frustrations on you after a long day...
LINK :: he always has to admire his work...
HELAENA TARGARYEN (f/f)
LINK :: you would both be hesitant at first...
LINK :: showing helaena the appreciation she deserves
LINK :: you could lose taking care of her perfect little cunny <3
LINK :: sometimes the princess just needs you to show her how much she means to you
LINK :: other times it’s desperate and you take complete control of her...
LINK :: honestly no explanation needed
LINK :: after dealing with her family you would do whatever it takes to make her feel special
BONUS
LINK :: Jacaerys, Aegon, Aemond — Jace taking you from behind while Aegon chokes you on his cock. Aemond wouldn’t mind waiting his turn, he excels in patience.
LINK :: Aemond, Aegon — Sibling jealousy can sometimes vanish when they’re sharing you. Aegon loves bouncing you on his brothers cock.
LINK :: Helaena, Aemond — There’s nothing Aemond loves more than watching his two favorite people get their pleasure from one another.
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Heart of glass
Warning: Smut, swearing
Pairing: Helaena Targaryen × Targaryen OC
1.02
You take in the sea air while watching as your dragon, the cannibal, devours a few sheep nearby. Your dragon only briefly stops eating to raise its head and hiss as someone walks up behind you. Cannibal observes for a few moments, making sure you are safe, before returning his attention back to his prayer.
“Your dragon must be the most terrifying in the world,” Jacaerys says, sitting down beside you on the damp grass outside.
“The she-dragon bonded with your uncle is still alive from Aegon’s conquest, and my father's is pretty war-hardened.”
“I’d much rather face Vhagar and Caraxes than the cannibal.”
“I hear dragons grow while staying in Dragonstone; perhaps he will become bigger,” you grin.
Jacaerys stares at you blankly for a moment before laughing. He makes polite small talk with you, but you knew he had an alternative motive for coming out and joining you in the murky weather. Eventually, you grow tired of waiting for him to say whatever is on his mind. You place your hand atop his and ask, “Jace, what is it you want to ask me?”
He looks down at the grass and says, “I’ve noticed you haven’t spent much time with the ladies, Baela and Rhaena.”
Snarkily, you ask, “Did my father or your mother send you out here?”
“Neither. I’m bringing it up because you don’t seem happy.”
You desperately wanted to get to know your sisters but always felt like an outsider from the moment your father remarried shortly after your mother's death, so you returned to Runestone. When Lady Laena died, you thought it would be the perfect opportunity to reunite with your family, but on the same day as his late wife’s funeral, you saw your father and Rhaenyra redressing on the beach. Even though you were a child, you knew what had just transpired between them. Solidify your opinion of them. Any visits since that day have been political and fleeting.
You were only two years older than Jace, but much more free-natured than him. He always found it shocking that you just did whatever you wanted without consulting Daemon, whereas he did nothing without his mother's approval, something that you actually respected him for. He took his duties as son of the heir very seriously.
You rest your head on his shoulder. “You’re more my brother than they are my sisters.”
Jace wraps his arm around your shoulder. He was the only one who truly knew how hurt you were on the inside. Jacaerys was the sibling and friend you needed; he understood you like nobody else. You had stayed in touch over the years, sending each other ravens and gifts; he was your only connection to your family on Dragonstone. He was the only one who informed you of important things, such as Rhaenyra being with a child again or that your sisters were to marry the eldest Velaryon boys.
“You should dine with us tonight,” Jace says softly. “I know Luke and Joff would enjoy your company.”
He had a point: in the two weeks you’d be on the island, you hadn’t once dined with them. You look up at the sky and smile, seeing that the sun is about to disappear. “Perhaps in the morning, I have somewhere to be right now.”
You slap Jace on the thigh playfully before getting to your feet and walking towards your dragon.
“Where do you go every night?” He calls out.
You doubted the young prince would approve of your secret friends with a benefit arrangement with his auntie. Laughing, you say, “I could tell you, but then I’d need to feed you to my dragon afterwards.”
“I look forward to seeing you while we break fast in the morning.” Jace shakes his head, but the corner of his lips still pulls into a smile despite him pretending to disapprove of your actions.
—
You grin hearing Helaena moan as you greedily suck her clit into your mouth; her back arches as you do. She looked so beautiful as she approached her second orgasm of the night, and your only goal was to make sure she reached her peak many more times before the sun rose again.
Helaena made the sweetest noises as she rutted against your face. She cums hard, her legs shivering around your head as she rides out her orgasm. Pulling back, you admire the slick glistening down her folds and swipe your finger along it, then teasing her clit with your thumb.
Helaena giggles, “Come here, sweetling.”
“That sounds like an order from my princess,” you say, kissing up her leg.
“Mayhaps.”
When you reach her collarbone, the pretty princess tilts your head up and captures your lips with her own soft ones. She smiles into the kiss. “I have an idea, something I’d like to try... if that’s okay?”
A smirk plays on your lip. “Anything you want, dārilaros, I shall do.”
Her pale cheeks redden. “I saw it in a brothel once—two women pleasuring each other at the same time.”
“Anything you want,” you say, kissing the tips of her fingers.
Helaena pecks you on the lips before gently pushing you until you are lying on your back. She moved up the bed until her knees rested on either side of your head. She lowered herself until her cunt was right above your mouth. You take the opportunity and dive your tongue into her. Helaena was the sweetest thing you’d ever tasted. She lets out a soft moan before leaning down, so press a soft kiss to your clit before swiping her tongue through your folds.
You groan loudly when she adds a finger, “fuck!”
You two stay in that position, licking, sucking, and fingering each other's tight holes until you both cum.
The rest of the night you and Helaena spent tangled in the sheets of the tavern together, like you had every night for the last two weeks. You didn’t always have sex; some nights you just talked or, in the dead of night, would go dragon riding together. Seeing daylight starting to creep through the window, you knew it was time to go.
“Sorry, princess, but I believe our time is up.” You give her one last passionate kiss before standing to get dressed.
While you dressed in the clothes you wore over, including a dark black cloak to hide your face, you noticed Helaena holding a book. She looked slightly nervous before handing it to you. “I was in the library searching for a book to read to Jaehaerys and Jaehaera and found this; I thought you might like it.”
You feel slightly stunned as she places it in your hand.
“It’s a book on wild dragons,” she says, standing to redress. “He was the largest and oldest of the three wild dragons dwelling on Dragonstone; the Cannibal was black as coal, with menacing green eyes.”
“Does it actually say that about my dragon?” You ask while flipping the book open to see for yourself.
“Yes, the book is mainly about the cannibal, Sheepstealer, and Grey Ghost.”
“This is... thank you, it's a wonderful gift.”
A warm sensation you weren’t familiar with filled your belly—a fuzzy, warm feeling. It meant a lot to you that the princess not only remembered the part about your own dragon but also the fact she saw it and thought of you—it suddenly occurred to you that you may be starting to develop feelings beyond just a friendship with Helaena.
—
All eyes are on you as you sit down beside Jacaerys to break fast. Chatter resumes once again until your father loudly and sarcastically says, “How kind of you to finally join us, daughter.”
Amused by his reaction, you reach for an apple that was on the table, smiling, before taking a bite out of it. Rhaenyra lets out a deep sigh and calmly says, “Everyone out.”
When you go to stand, your father says, “Not you, Vissera.”
Rolling your eyes, you sit back down and take another bite from the apple in your hand. Jace pats you on the shoulder on his way out, then gives you a look that silently says ‘drop the attitude’ which causes you to chuckle. You tried to list off what your father could possibly discuss with you in private: Why are you wearing the same clothes as last night? Why aren’t you spending more time with your sisters? Why are you avoiding me? Why do you hate my wife so much?
You notice Rhaenyra biting at her nails nervously. You wondered briefly if she found it as painful to be around you as you did. You break the silence and say, “I hear congratulations are in order.”
They share a look, and your father rubs at his forehead. “I would have told you sooner if you had actually spoken to me and to us.”
You shrug. “What difference does it make? You don’t seem to care when I’m not here.”
“That’s because you make it impossible. You refuse all invitations, ignore my ravens, and last time I tried to visit you, your dragon almost ate me.”
“He’s protective of me.”
“I’m your father,” your father snaps, slamming his hands against the table.
The atmosphere suddenly becomes a lot more tense; even Rhaenyra seems taken aback by her husband's outburst. She steps back as her hand rests on her invisible bump protectively. You hadn’t meant to rile your father up so much that he scared her.
Quietly, you say, “You’re a stranger to me.”
Rhaenyra gives you a sympathetic look as she hands you the scroll. “Yesterday, a raven arrived for Daemon from the keep. Queen Alicent would like to betroth a marriage between you and her son, Prince Aemond.”
Dārilaros - Princess
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A Dragon's Wedding
pairing: Fanon!Halaena Targaryen x Male OC
summary: The wedding of Helaena and Rhaegal is finally here. And so is the wedding night.
Word count: 5,5K
Warnings: Fluff, incest, mention of alcohol, mention of blood, smut, P in V, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Slight breeding kink
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The air in Rhaegal's chamber was charged with anticipation. The grand stone walls of Dragonstone cast a cool, muted light on the scene within. Rhaegal Targaryen, the soldier prince, stood before a polished mirror, his mismatched eyes capturing a flicker of excitement he would never admit to anyone.
One eye was a striking amethyst, inherited from the Targaryen line; the other, a piercing shade of blue, a unique feature shared with his mother. His tall, lean figure bore the marks of a warrior, a testament to his years of rigorous training. Silverlight, his sword, hung proudly on his belt, a symbol of his skill and valor.
As he stood in front of the mirror, Rhaegal's platinum-blonde hair cascaded down to just below his shoulders, its shimmering strands the color of dragonfire. He had chosen to leave it loose, refusing the intricate braids and embellishments favoured by others on this momentous occasion.
In the corner of the room, his chosen servant, a trusted figure who had been by his side through countless battles, worked diligently to fasten the intricate clasps of his royal wedding attire. Rhaegal's preference for privacy was clear; he had allowed only this one male servant to assist him in this most intimate of moments.
Rhaegal maintained his stoic demeanour, his face an unreadable mask. He was a soldier prince, after all, and emotions were best kept hidden, especially on a day as significant as this.
As the servant carefully adjusted the royal cloak bearing the Targaryen sigil on his shoulders, Rhaegal couldn't help but steal a glance at the ornate wedding attire laid out on the bed. It was resplendent in shades of crimson and black, meant for a princess of House Targaryen. Today, Helaena would become his wife, his partner in the intricate dance of politics and power.
While excitement bubbled beneath his stoicism, he held onto the discipline that had guided him through countless battles. Rhaegal Targaryen was ready, but he allowed no one, not even his future bride, to see the depth of emotion that lay beneath the surface.
And so, as he prepared to embark on this new chapter of his life, the soldier prince stood tall, a symbol of strength and composure, ready to face whatever challenges and triumphs lay ahead in his union with Princess Helaena Targaryen.
The room was filled with a quiet sense of purpose as Rhaegal's servant finished fastening the last clasp on his royal attire. The cloak, bearing the Targaryen sigil, lay perfectly across his broad shoulders.
Rhaegal, with his platinum-blonde hair framing his strong, chiseled features, surveyed his reflection in the mirror one last time. He nodded, satisfied with his appearance, though his mismatched eyes held a hint of apprehension.
"Thank you," he said to the servant, his voice measured and controlled. The servant bowed respectfully and exited the room, leaving Rhaegal alone with his thoughts.
With practiced precision, Rhaegal slid Silverlight into its ornate scabbard, feeling the familiar weight of his sword. It was a companion he had trusted on countless battlefields, and today, it symbolized his readiness for the intricate political battles of the Targaryen court.
As he turned away from the mirror, his gaze landed on the wedding attire laid out for Helaena, a resplendent vision of crimson and black. The sight reminded him of the significant role they were to play in the intricate dance of the Targaryen dynasty.
Rhaegal's stoic facade remained firmly in place, but deep within, he couldn't deny a surge of anticipation. He knew that today marked the beginning of a new chapter in his life—one that held both challenges and triumphs. His marriage to Princess Helaena was a political alliance, but he couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them as husband and wife.
With one last glance at the mirror, he took a deep breath, his resolve unwavering. Today, he would stand before gods and men, pledging himself to Helaena, a princess of House Targaryen. As the soldier prince, he understood the importance of the union, and he was determined to fulfill his duty with honor and dedication.
Rhaegal exited the chamber, his steps steady and measured. The ceremony awaited, and he would face it with the same composure that had guided him through battles and challenges in the past. The soldier prince was ready for the next chapter of his life, even if the depth of his emotions remained hidden beneath his stoic exterior.
As Rhaegal stood ready, the weight of tradition and duty pressed upon his shoulders. His mismatched eyes, one amethyst and the other blue, held a depth of determination as he prepared to marry Princess Helaena Targaryen, a union that would bind two Valyrian souls together.
But Rhaegal was adamant that their marriage would honor their Valyrian heritage. They were dragons, descendants of the old Valyria, and their union deserved to be celebrated in the ancient Valyrian way.
In the chambers where Helaena awaited, a sense of quiet reverence filled the air. The ceremony would be performed before the crowd in the Throne room, a sacred place that had witnessed countless Targaryen unions.
Rhaegal, in his resplendent attire, made his way to the Throne room, where the room buzzed with excitement from the guests who were probably witnessing a Valyrian wedding for the first time. The quiet murmurs of guests could be heard as they gathered, eager to witness the Valyrian wedding.
As the ceremony began, the Valyrian words of binding echoed through the air, resonating with centuries of tradition. Rhaegal and Helaena exchanged vows in the ancient tongue, their words carrying the weight of their house and their legacy.
The hushed gathering of Targaryen family and trusted allies watched in awe as the Valyrian wedding ceremony unfolded. The air was filled with the weight of tradition, and the Valyrian words of binding echoed through the Throne room.
The Valyrian ceremony continued with the offering of ancient Valyrian symbols—a silver chalice filled with the purest Dragonstone wine and a dragon's egg, symbolising the fire and blood that flowed through their veins. As the sun's rays filtered through the leaves, casting a warm glow over the couple, they each took a sip of the wine and touched the dragon's egg, a powerful symbol of their bond and destiny.
Rhaegal and Princess Helaena Targaryen, their amethyst and sapphire eyes reflecting the ancient lineage of Valyria, exchanged vows in the venerable tongue of their forefathers. Their words carried the resonance of centuries of Targaryen history, binding them together in a union that was as enduring as the Valyrian steel their house prized.
With half of Westeros as their witnesses, they sealed their vows with a kiss, a symbol of their commitment and love. The Targaryen sigil, a crimson dragon on a black field, was emblazoned on their garments, a testament to their shared heritage
With the blessing of the measter, the Valyrian ceremony was complete, and Rhaegal couldn't help but feel a profound connection to Helaena as they stood together before gods and men.
But they were mindful of the complexities of their world, where the Green Queen held sway. To honor both their Valyrian heritage and the political realities of their time, Rhaegal and Helaena decided to host a second ceremony, a Seven wedding, for the benefit of the Green Queen and her court.
After the Valyrian ceremony, the couple, still resplendent in their regal attire, where the Seven wedding was to take place was the same as the Valyrian Wedding.
Rhaegal's eyes, held a subtle blend of tradition and compromise. He understood the necessity of diplomacy in their world, and so he would entertain the Green Queen with grace and dignity.
The Seven wedding unfolded with the grandeur and opulence that was expected in the Targaryen court, pleasing the Green Queen and her supporters.
Through the day, Rhaegal and Helaena navigated the delicate balance between honoring their Valyrian roots and appeasing the political forces at play. It was a testament to their adaptability and strength as a couple, bound not only by love but also by the intricate web of Targaryen politics.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow over Dragonstone, Rhaegal and Helaena, united in both Valyrian and Green ceremonies, faced the future as husband and wife. Their love, their traditions, and their compromises were the foundation upon which their journey would unfold, a testament to the complexities of their world and their enduring commitment to each other.
The Throne Room of the Red Keep was transformed into a grand banquet hall, its towering iron throne overshadowed by the opulence of the occasion. The long, feasting tables were adorned with rich crimson and black banners, the colors of House Targaryen, and dragon motifs adorned the walls.
Rhaegal Targaryen, resplendent in his crimson and black attire, did not leave the side of his new wife, Princess Helaena Targaryen. She was a vision of Valyrian beauty, her flowing gown as ethereal as dragonfire, her eyes shimmering with joy.
The guests, an assembly of Targaryen kin, noble lords, and ladies from various houses, gathered to celebrate the union of the soldier prince and the princess. The atmosphere was filled with excitement and anticipation as they enjoyed the lavish feast.
As the evening progressed, Rhaegal led Helaena to the center of the Throne Room, where a space had been cleared for dancing. The couple stood together, their eyes locked, lost in the moment as they prepared for their first dance as husband and wife.
The soft strains of a Valyrian melody filled the air, and they began to move gracefully across the polished floor, their movements synchronised as if they had been dancing together their entire lives. The Throne Room seemed to fade away, leaving only Rhaegal and Helaena in their world of shared happiness.
As they danced, their connection deepened, and Helaena couldn't help but blush whenever their eyes met. Rhaegal, always composed and stoic, found himself enchanted by her beauty and grace. He whispered words of affection and love, meant for her ears alone, as they swayed to the music.
Slowly, other couples joined them on the dance floor, celebrating their union and the joyous occasion. The Throne Room came alive with the revelry of lords and ladies, their laughter and merriment echoing off the stone walls.
Rhaegal and Helaena continued to dance, their love and unity on display for all to see. In that moment, surrounded by the grandeur of the Red Keep and the warmth of their guests, they knew that their union was a cause for celebration, a testament to the enduring strength of House Targaryen.
As the night wore on and the feast continued, Rhaegal and Helaena remained inseparable, their bond deepening with each passing moment. Their Valyrian wedding had marked the beginning of their journey as husband and wife, and the celebration in the Throne Room was a testament to their love and the joy it brought to those around them.
In the Throne Room of the Red Keep, Rhaegal Targaryen and Princess Helaena Targaryen took to the center of the polished floor, bathed in the soft, flickering glow of dragon-themed candles. Their eyes locked, and they began to dance to the enchanting strains of a Valyrian melody.
Amid the grandeur of the Throne Room, Rhaegal leaned in, his voice a tender whisper that only she could hear over the music.
"You look radiant tonight, my love," he murmured. "Every star in the sky must be jealous of your beauty."
Helaena blushed, her smile brightening. Their movements were graceful, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony as they danced.
"And you, Rhaegal, are the most dashing soldier prince to ever grace the Red Keep," she replied with a fondness in her voice.
As they twirled, Rhaegal continued to whisper, his words filled with humour and love.
"Do you remember the time we met in the courtyard, and you tripped over your own gown?" he reminisced. "I thought you were trying to impress me with a dance move."
Helaena giggled, her laughter like a melodic tune. "You caught me before I could fall flat on my face."
Their laughter mingled with the music as they danced, their worries and the weight of their roles momentarily forgotten.
"Of course, I couldn't let you face that humiliation alone," Rhaegal chuckled. "It's a soldier prince's duty to save princesses from tripping mishaps."
Helaena's eyes sparkled as she remembered that day. "And you did so gallantly."
Their banter continued, Rhaegal ensuring that their minds were focused on the joy of the moment, not the expectations of their wedding night.
"And speaking of duties, my love," he said softly, "let's not think about the wedding night just yet. Tonight, we celebrate our union with joy and merriment."
Helaena nodded in agreement, her gaze locked onto his. "Agreed, Rhaegal. Let's savour this moment and the love we share."
As they danced, their whispered jokes and words of love created a bubble of happiness around them. The Throne Room seemed to fade away, leaving only the soldier prince and the princess in their world of shared laughter, love, and celebration.
Amid the splendour of the Throne Room, Rhaegal and Helaena's dance continued, their steps perfectly synchronised to the Valyrian melody that filled the air. Their eyes remained locked, and the world seemed to fade away as they danced together.
Rhaegal's voice, soft and filled with devotion, found its way into the quiet moments between the notes of the music.
"I promise you, Helaena," he whispered, his gaze unwavering, "I will protect you until the end of my days."
Helaena's heart swelled with emotion at his words. She knew what he meant, though the name went unspoken. It was a vow of love and commitment that extended beyond the dance, beyond the festivities of this night.
In that moment, she felt safe in his arms, secure in the knowledge that Rhaegal would always stand by her side. She smiled, her eyes shining with unspoken gratitude.
Their dance continued, and Helaena chose not to mention the looming uncertainties that hung in the air. She knew that with her father's passing, the realm teetered on the brink of war, a reality that could not be ignored. But tonight was for celebration, for love, and for the promise they held in their hearts.
As they moved gracefully across the floor, their unspoken understanding and the bond they shared deepened. It was a testament to the strength of their love and their willingness to face an uncertain future together.
In the midst of the joy and laughter that surrounded them, Rhaegal and Helaena's dance carried with it the weight of their unspoken vows and the unbreakable bond that would carry them through whatever challenges lay ahead.
As the hours of celebration unfolded in the Throne Room of the Red Keep, revelry and merriment filled the air. The festivities seemed endless, but the joyful atmosphere took an unexpected turn when Aegon, fueled by the excesses of wine, made a brash announcement.
"It's time for the bedding ceremony!" Aegon declared, his voice slurred with drunkenness.
The revellers, caught off guard, erupted into cheers and laughter, as was the tradition in many Westerosi weddings. However, the atmosphere quickly shifted when some of the more enthusiastic guests began to approach Rhaegal and Helaena, intent on taking part in the customary undressing of the bride.
Rhaegal, ever protective of his new wife, swiftly pulled Helaena away from the advancing guests. With determination in his mismatched eyes, he guided her through the maze of well-wishers and out of the Throne Room.
They arrived at the chamber they were to share from that night on, a haven of privacy away from the revelry. Rhaegal's stance was unwavering, and his voice held a firm edge.
"No one will enter this room," he declared to anyone who dared to approach. "I'll cut off the balls of anyone who attempts to step across this threshold without our consent."
His words were a stark reminder of his authority and his determination to protect Helaena's dignity and their shared moment. The threats hung in the air, a clear warning to those who might seek to invade their privacy.
Inside the room, Rhaegal closed the door behind them, creating a barrier against the world outside. He turned to Helaena, his expression softening.
"No one will intrude on our union," he assured her, his voice gentle. "We decide when and how our wedding night unfolds."
Their love and respect for each other were evident in that moment, as they stood united against the expectations and pressures of tradition. Together, they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead as husband and wife, on their terms, in their own time.
In the dimly lit chamber, Rhaegal and Helaena stood facing each other, the weight of the evening's events still hanging in the air. Helaena, poised to undress as per tradition, hesitated at the threshold of their new life together.
But Rhaegal, ever considerate and attuned to her emotions, gently placed a hand on her arm, stopping her.
"We don't need to do anything tonight," he murmured, his mismatched eyes filled with understanding and love.
Helaena, overcome with emotions, felt a surge of gratitude and affection for her husband. In that tender moment, she leaned forward and kissed him straight on the lips. Their kiss was a sweet, heartfelt embrace, a testament to the depth of their connection and the love that had blossomed between them.
As they pulled away from the kiss, their eyes locked once more, and Rhaegal's hand gently cupped her cheek. In that moment, they understood that their love would guide them through the complexities of their world, and their wedding night, as significant as it was, could wait for a time when their hearts were ready.
In each other's arms, they found solace and comfort, a sanctuary of love and understanding. As they prepared to embark on the journey of marriage, they knew that their bond would be the foundation upon which they built their life together, a testament to the enduring strength of their love.
Much to Rhaegal's surprise Helaena deepened the kiss, her hand reaching up to touch his cheek, fingers moving through the very little stubble he let grow. Her lips were so soft and tasted of strawberries from the tarts he watched her eat happily during the feast.
"Hel, we don't have to" Rhaegal tried assuring her again. She smiled pulling away a little. Rhaegal thought she would stop then but what surprised him when she began undoing the bodice of her dress.
"But I want to" She muttered, blushing furiously. Seeing the tremble in her hands, Rhaegal reached over taking both of her hands into his and pulled them up to kiss them both.
"Alright, but do tell me to stop when you feel uncomfortable or in pain or just simply want to stop" Rhaegal did not proceed from there until she gave him a nod.
Rhaegal leaned down claiming her lips gently, not wanting to overwhelm her anymore. He let go of her hands to wrap them around her waist instead and pulled her closer to his body. Helaena's hand moved to hold his muscular biceps as she tried to imitate the way his lips moved and kiss him back.
Rhaegal with careful movement began removing Helaena's heavy wedding dress, one piece at a time until she was left only in her linen. He groaned at the sight of her perky nipples peaking through the white fabric. A small spot was also present at the front of her linen showing her arousal.
"You look delicious, dōna vaokses" Sweet spider. Rhaegal murmured with his gruff voice. Helaena clenched her thighs at the sound of his voice, at the nickname he had given her, sweet spider? Her favorite insect? It was too much.
"Kepus" Uncle. Helaena whispered her plea. Rhaegal smiled sweetly down at her. He crouched down slightly to place his hands behind her thighs before standing up again straight. Helaena squealed a little as he pulled her up with him, her legs moved to wrap around his waist for support and her arms wrapped around his shoulders. She blushed when she heard laughter behind the door, people were listening in on them.
"Ignore them, dōna vaokses" Rhaegal whispered. Helaena nodded slightly and looked down at him instead of the door. She leaned down and captured his lips with her own missing the feeling of his lips.
Rhaegal moved towards the bed and gently moved to kneel on it before laying her on her back on it. He remained on top of her. His hands moved down to feel her thighs pulling them off his waist, his hands grabbing at them, kneading the flesh wanting to feel more of her soft skin.
His lips trailed down to her neck, placing gentle kisses, she deserved nothing but kindness, she was a gentle soul. She deserved nothing but the best.
Helaena's breathing picked up as Rhaegal trailed down to kiss down to the neckline of her linen. A gasp tore through her lips when his fingers ripped the edges and ripped it right down the middle. Rhaegal chuckled at her reaction and looked up watching her face. Her eyes looked dazed almost. Her fingers ran through his loose hair, playing with the strands before grabbing a fist of it gently and pushed his head closer to her flesh.
Rhaegal obeyed and resumed kissing down to her breasts. They were perfect, she was perfect, that was all Rhaegal could think of. His lips trailed around her right breast before taking her nipple into his mouth. She moaned arching her back wanting to shove more of the flesh into his mouth. His hand moved up her bare stomach to grab the other breast and give it some attention.
"Kepus" Helaena whimpered. Her hand trailed down to his shoulder pulling him closer, frowning when she realised he was fully clothes still.
"Too much clothes" She whispered. Rhaegal let go of her tit with a pop. He sat up on his knees and began unbuttoning his shirt. Helaena watched with hooded eyes as Rhaegal shed one piece of clothing after the other.
"Gevie" Beautiful. She stated, sitting up to run her fingers from his shoulder to his belly, where it was littered with scars he gained through the years.
"You think so, dōna vaokses?" Rhaegal asked with a teasing smile. Helaena noticed that she had spoke out loud, blushed furiously. Rhaegal claimed her lips in a second pushing her back to lay fully on her back again.
"You are much much more Gevie, sweet Helaena" Rhaegal muttered against her lips. He slowly slid down littering kisses in his wake. Helaena's head fell back when he reached her breasts again.
He gave them the loved they deserved, kissing, kneading and littered them with bruises for people to see tomorrow, he will make sure she will wear one of his many gifts, a dress with a low neckline to show his marks off. So men would back away and never even think about coming near his wife ever.
His lips continued down to her belly, he pushed his tongue in her belly button teasing her. Helaena moaned, her fingers grabbing at his hair when he wet a sensitive spot she did not know was sensitive in the first place. Rhaegal smirked in victory and moved on.
He kneeled down on the floor, face to face with her crying cunny. He pushed her knees apart to show more of her beauty. Helaena's breath hitched in her throat, raising her head to watch his reaction.
Rhaegal winked at her before diving in. His tongue licked a long strip up her slit. Helaena's head fell back again on the mattress, she has never touched that area before, having been warned many times by her mother before.
Rhaegal found her swollen pearl with ease, it was just very swollen and ready to be devoured. He sucked at it earning a loud moan from Helaena. He moved down prodding at her hole with the wet muscle of his tongue.
"Kepus" Helaena begged. She sounded so sweet, she sounded so desperate. Rhaegal did not make her wait and pushed his tongue inside of her. Moaning at the taste of her cunt, the vibrations sent shockwaves through Helaena's body.
"You taste so sweet" Rhaegal complimented. He moved one of his fingers to touch her whole. Her whole body tensed at the feeling.
Rhaegal shushed her before slowly moving his finger inside of her. Tongue toying with her pearl to ease the discomfort. Helaena's grip on his head tightened but she did not protest. Rhaegal waited for her to stop him but after a couple of minutes it was obvious she was not going to.
"Good Vaokses" Spider. Rhaegal praised, he wiggled his finger inside of her in search of the rough spot all women had but not all men found.
The second he touched it Helaena's whole body jerked in shock. She has never felt such pleasure before in her life. Rhaegal slowly pushed a second finger inside testing the waters. Helaena's legs tried to close around him but his free hand pushed her leg open and she forced the second one open.
His tongue resumed it's torture on her pearl, he wanted this experience to be as pleasant as possible for her as it will be for him. His cock was throbbing but he did not touch it, no he wanted it to last and he will try as hard as possible to make it last.
"Helaena" He muttered against her pearl. Helaena's body jerked with the vibrations of his voice. Her breathing grew even more shallow.
"So full" She whimpered. A buzzing like feeling started taking over senses. Rhaegal smirked victorious as she orgasmed on his tongue and fingers not even knowing what was happening.
"So good" She cried, her back arched off the bed. Rhaegal's ear buzzed with anticipation he could barely hear the cheering outside of the room.
"Good Vaokses" Rhaegal pulled away from her cunt and climbed on top of her. Helaena looked at him with eyes full of love. He couldn't help but kiss her, she was just so beautiful. She moaned when she tasted herself on his lips.
"Ready?" He asked her. Her eyes trailed down to his throbbing length, eyes widened at the sight. She gulped but nodded her head either way.
"Tell me to stop if you want me to" He reminded her. Helaena took a deep breath and nodded.
Rhaegal groaned as he grabbed the base of his cock, he was sensitive even to his own touch after refusing himself pleasure for so long. He placed the tip on her pearl rubbing it slightly, moaning slightly at the feeling of her flesh on him. Helaena placed her hands on his shoulders preparing herself mentally.
After gathering enough of her wetness to cover his entire length he began pushing in the tip. Helaena groaned at the feeling, his fingers were nowhere near as big as his cock, even just the tip. He pushed himself inside of her inch by inch. Groaning when she latched her teeth to the flesh of his shoulder, but he did not dare complain because she was in much more pain than him.
"Uncomfortable" She whimpered. "So full" Rhaegal stopped all movement once he was full sheathed inside of her tight virgin cunt. He wanted to cry out with pleasure at the feeling but held himself back.
"Fuck" Came the word out of his mouth involuntary. Helaena nodded slowly giving him permission to continue. Rhaegal let out a loud moan by accident when he pulled out and pushed back. Helaena tensed when she heard the cheering yet again but soon forgot all about it with the rocking of Rhaegal's hips.
"More" She begged, eyes growing teary with pleasure. Rhaegal obeyed her, he was like a puppet now, he was fully cunt drunk, he was her slave and she knew nothing of how to control him. If she asked him to kill the whole world, he would mount Vyraxes and burn the world for her.
"Fuck, tightest cunt I've ever fucked" He groaned in her ear. Helaena's moans grew in volume, her arms pulling him closer, in search of his lips to silence herself.
Rhaegal lost full control at the taste of her lips, his hips went from rocking to fully slamming against hers. His hips snapped with no rhythm except lust desire.
Rhaegal swished his spit inside of his mouth before pushing it inside of her mouth. Helaena moaned not expecting to find spit swapping attractive but her body spasmed with the pleasure of it.
"Close" She whimpered against his lips. Rhaegal watched her face contract with pleasure. Her legs began shaking by his sides, her hands holding fists of his hair or flesh, eyes rolling back.
"Come on dōna vaokses, come on my cock" Rhaegal encouraged. Helaena cried loudly, body shaking, head falling back. Her cries turned to screams of pleasure, she wanted to stay in this moment forever.
"I'm gonna fill you up to the brim, you will be dripping my cum for weeks" Rhaegal growled. Helaena wanted nothing else, she found nothing else more desirable.
"Fill me up, kepus, give me a child, kepus" She cried. Rhaegal had half a mind to cover her mouth so no one would hear, those words were for his ears alone but then he wanted the entire world to hear, he wanted them to know who she belonged to.
"You want my child?" Rhaegal teased. One of his hands trailed down between their bodied finding her pearl. He tweaked it with care and love. Helaena let out a surprised scream, a scream Rhaegal was more than happy to go deaf listening to.
"Yes let me make you a kepa, kepus" Father, uncle. Helaena cried. Her beautiful curly platinum hair was around her head like a halo and Rhaegal wished for their children to have her hair shade instead of his. Hers was more beautiful, despite the little difference.
"Kepus" She begged, body spasming with a third orgasm. The tightness of her walls threw Rhaegal over the edge. He let out a deep growl as he spilled himself inside of her, painting her walls white. He hoped his cum would take and make them a beautiful child.
"Kepus" Helaena whispered. The cheering outside grew in volume when they could no longer hear their moans or the bed banging against the wall.
"Shhh, dōna vaokses" Rhaegal shushed her. He kissed her forehead as he pulled out of her red and swollen cunt. Helaena sniffled a little at the movement. Rhaegal moved to help her out of the shredded linen she wore still. There on the bottom was her innocence blood.
Rhaegal caring not for modesty walked over to the door and opened it a smidge to keep Helaena's naked form hidden, behind the door stood a group of men from other houses including Aegon, the queen and a smirking Daemon and maester.
"Leave" Rhaegal ordered throwing the linen in the face of the maester who pulled it away with disgust. The crowd cheered at the sight of the blood, not like Rhaegal's sweaty face and wet hair was enough proof of what was happening behind the door or the noises and moans.
"I said leave!" Rhaegal yelled when no one moved. The crowd still cheering did not grow disheartened but moved to leave the couple. The queen stayed a little longer trying to look into the room but Rhaegal slammed the door in her face after saying quickly "She is alright".
As Rhaegal retreated to their shared bed, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm ambience in their chamber, they settled in, their hearts still racing from the emotions of the day. Helaena, exhausted and on the verge of sleep, welcomed Rhaegal's comforting presence.
Rhaegal curled up beside her, his arms wrapping around her as they lay in each other's embrace. He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, his lips barely grazing her skin.
"Rest now, my love," he whispered, his voice a soothing lullaby in the quiet of the night. "Close your eyes, and let the dreams carry you away."
Helaena's eyes fluttered closed, her body relaxing against his. She listened to the cadence of his voice, feeling safe and cherished in his arms.
Rhaegal continued to whisper, his words filled with promises of a bright future, a future where their children would be silver-haired like them, beautiful like her, smart and intelligent like her, and strong like him. His hands moved gently across her stomach, his touch a silent prayer for the children they hoped to bring into the world.
"You and I," he murmured, "we will build a life filled with love, laughter, and the pitter-patter of little feet. Our family will be a testament to the love we share, a legacy of House Targaryen."
As he spoke, the weight of the day's events seemed to lift, replaced by the anticipation of the life they would create together. In the quiet of the night, their hearts beat in unison, and the promise of a future filled with love and family guided them into the realm of dreams.
Wrapped in each other's arms, they embarked on this new chapter of their lives, their hearts full of hope and love, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
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Dry-humping with Helaena?
Golden Chains (Helaena Targaryen x Reader)
Summary: Helaena isn't yours, but you are always hers.
Warnings: Angst. Implied sex between Helaena and Aegon, Implied SA? To be safe, smut.
A/N: I love Helaena so much, but this was a hard prompt to write. I hope I did it justice.
Helaena sends for you, unexpectedly. The Princess, your Princess, awaits you in her rooms. It’s late. The Red Keep’s halls are empty, except for the guards who give you cheerful waves.
You like it here. It’s a good job. No one bothers you, and not only do you have food and boarding, but also a small stipend. Your Princess, as kind as she is, sometimes slips you little trinkets. A slice of cake here, an embroidery handkerchief there.
In normal circumstances, you would be elated to see that she is calling you. But this late? It can only mean one thing.
As you open the doors to her bedchambers, you try to remain unmoved. After all, the Prince is still there. He always looks a bit sick when he does. Perhaps it’s regret, or perhaps it’s the fact there is a witness there to see exactly what they have done.
It’s a testament of Aegon’s sadness that he doesn’t even give you a lustful glance. Other times, when you pass him in the corridors, he smirks and makes crude remarks. He knows exactly what goes on between you and his sister wife, and he never fails to ask you to join him in bed, too.
He tries to do right by her, in a twisted way. Despite having plenty of evidence to get you fired and probably executed, Aegon never makes a move to separate you from Helaena. You wonder if he hurts as much as she does. Likely. Knowing Aegon, he is only getting started for the night. His next stop will be the Street of Silk, where he will try to get rid of the memory of his wife at any cost.
You shake your head, trying to vanish those thoughts. Aegon is not your concern. He has the other Prince, and numerous guards for that. Helaena has no one but you. Not even her mother could come and face her, in nights like these.
Why would she, out of all people, force her into this marriage? You doubted Queen Alicent’s marriage was more pleasant. Yet instead of marrying Helaena to someone else, she had tied together two of her children, who were clearly unhappy.
Duty. The death of all love, it seemed. Even the maternal kind.
Helaena looks small, huddled among the bed covers. Her eyes are vacantly staring at the ceiling, arms limp and outstretched at her sides. If it were not for the rapid movement her chest makes as she inhales and exhales, you would think she is a statue.
“Princess, what do you need? Shall I run you a bath?” You keep your voice soft and unhurried, as not to startle her. You do not approach her further.
Helaena lifts her head from the pillow. Her expression is cold. “’Tis the burden of every noblewoman” She had said to you once, as you poured water down her back. “Nothing to be done about it.”
It broke your heart then. It breaks your heart now, that you cannot help her. Baths are a poor consolation for what she has to endure.
You don’t move. Helaena stares.
“Will you come here?” Helaena finally asks, throwing her covers down. She is dressed as always, in a thin sleeping shift, without lace or any of the frills usually added to entice reluctant husbands. You know she has issues with the textures, sometimes. That what to you is a normal touch, to her feels wrong.
You approach her as soon as she bids you. She doesn’t like to wait. Without needing to be told to, you sit on the edge of the bed.
“I need…” The Princess blushes, all sweet. You feel the urge to smile. Even if suffering, she is never less than polite. “Could you? Um. I… I feel… My husband has left me… Unsatisfied again. I need… I’m burning up.”
“Would a cold bath suffice, or do you wish for me to…?” You don’t dare finish the sentence, just as she doesn’t dare fully ask for what she needs. Perhaps, if not spoken aloud, you can pretend the circumstances are different.
“Please?” The Princess asks, looking tearful. You nod, kneeling on the bed.
“Do you want my…"
“Your thigh.”
The unexpected. At last. You pop one of your hips slightly forward, so your knee juts out just so. Helaena smiles between the tears and pulls you into a kiss.
Against her mouth, you breathe heavily. You do not touch her. Not from fear, no. Because on nights like these, she can’t stand anybody’s touch. And you do not mind it.
This arrangement between the two of you had started when you started serving the Targaryens. Young, and of a similar age to Princess Helaena, you had been designated as her maid after the old one got fired. It meant many things, in practice. You had to supervise her children, the sweet young twins. Manage her daily schedule. Make sure her rooms are kept tidy and neat, help her dress. If Princesses were allowed to have a Hand, that would be what you were to Helaena.
At the same time, you knew you were more. You doubted the Lord Hand cared for King Viserys as you did for your Princess. Spending so much time with someone forced you to have opinions on them, and while you knew little of servitude, with the Red Keep being your first job, you knew she was a good mistress.
Helaena was odd. Peculiar. Most maids couldn’t stand her, Queen Alicent had explained, as she gave you the breakdown of your daily duties. Loud noises upset her, the same with certain textures and some foods. Helaena is very picky about what to eat, and she wants everything done in the exact fashion every day. You had thought at first Helaena was a terror, but soon came to realize it was not on a whim. She needed her routines.
That was why visits from her husband were so disruptive and upsetting. Prince Aegon was unpredictable, as many drunks were. Some nights, he would come to her chambers nearly unconscious. Other nights, he would be in a boisterous good mood. Angry, some days. And he took all of those on her.
He was not a good lover, you had heard. Another maid, one in charge of the children, had told you her predecessor had left because the Prince had made advances towards her. Advances so bad, she had to drink moon tea after, supplied by the very hand of the Queen. Aegon was prone to taking women by force, it seemed, because each time he visited Helaena, she crumbled like a house of cards.
You wondered what that must be like. You were uncertain if she felt like she was doing her duty to the realm, or disgusted by the fact that it was her sibling. Her body seemed to respond well to him, so you guessed he had some care for his Lady Wife he didn’t display towards others. Not enough, in your opinion. Because Helaena always felt unsatisfied after.
And as her Hand, it was you who had to fix it. It had started one night, as she had begged you for a cold bath to cool her blood. Despite the strange request, you had obeyed. And as your Princess sat down, shivering and sniffling for the cold water you poured down her back, she had leaned in and kissed you.
One look at those big, pleading blue eyes, and you were a goner. The Faith of the Seven said it was a sin to lay with another woman. Yet, you didn’t agree. You were not a woman of letters, to be able to read the Seven Pointed Star, but how could something that felt so good be a sin? To you, it was another way of serving your lady. And you had heard at the Sept, once, that a servant must love her Queen. What was the harm in loving Helaena a little earlier?
Some nights, Helaena wanted to please you, too. She brought you joy so great it made you scream and cry. What could be closer to the Seven Heavens than this? Your body tensing like the string of a bow under her skillful hands, so used to embroidering and painting. Her hands, her hands, how you loved them. For what they did to you, for what they taught you to do to her. Guiding yours towards her center, as you worshiped the curve of her hips, her breasts, you felt you were kissing the statue of the Mother herself.
But other nights, like these, she couldn’t stand the touch of your hands. It was too much for her and not enough, and she was burning up, mouth parting in the sweetest of ecstasies. Ready for the taking of a man who didn’t care to bring her joy. And hurting. Hurting so much, she had no option but to lick her wounds. She was too proud to do so in front of a servant, a Targaryen despite her sweetness. So she took selfishly from your body, again and again.
Not pleasure. No. It was a cruel, cruel game. She left you all hot and bothered, chasing her joy. Despite it, you loved her like this, too. Taking what she deserved, as the kindest, sweetest Princess of the realm. It made you proud. Here was something Prince Aegon, despite his blood and titles, couldn't give her. You could. You could because your love was not selfish. If she asked, you would break time and time again under her. You would withstand the harshest punishments, if you got her to yourself once more. If it meant not sharing her.
Helaena shifted on the bed, to straddle your thigh. Her nightgown remained in place, as did your dress and apron. Her hands shyly wrapped around your shoulders, eyes fixated on somewhere far away. Never yours.
Her hips rolled against your leg.
“Like this. Oh… Just like this.” In the sweetest, sweetest whisper. You placed a hesitant hand on her waist. Trying to help her hips find a rhythm, but she bated it away, pouting.
Cheeks flushed. A deliciously dark expression. Sinful. So it was that kind of night. She only wanted to take, take, take. Not be given.
Your leg started to cramp. You didn’t dare move. Not when it would mean losing this. The view of your Princess using you as she would any other tool. Taking her pleasure of your body, as her husband had done from hers.
Did it help? You wanted to ask, after these nights. But you never did. Helaena didn’t like talking. She was reserved. Tuned inwards instead of outwards, as your mother used to say. Feelings were a complex topic to her, but again, to whom weren’t?
Other maids said she was weird. Fey when she spoke, unable to look them in the eyes. You guessed they never saw her like this. Glorious. Sweet. The sweetest. There was a reason the realm loved this Princess of yours.
Other nights, when you two were together without Aegon’s shadows, you allowed yourself to dream. Of asking her to run away with you, of being able to call her fully yours. You never asked. You knew her too well. Helaena was a faithful mother and wife, and much too kind. It would destroy her family.
Sometimes, you thought that was not the real reason. You never asked her because you were afraid she wouldn’t understand. You heard once that when birds were raised in cages, and they escaped, they never survived more than a few days. They weren’t used to freedom and once granted, they didn’t know what to do with it. So they withered away.
Her hips stuttered, little punched out sobs becoming harder to contain. You tensed the muscles of your leg, hoping to aid her along. Helaena rutted against you, harder, faster. Mouth sweetly searching yours, kissing your cheek each time she missed. Your hands didn’t move.
Perhaps, in another world, you two could have been together. A world where your love was not forbidden, a world when everyone could love who they pleased. Where you could scream all your joy when Helaena touched you. But as she tensed against you, mouth parting to scream, you had to kiss her to muffle it. This was not that world. It would never be.
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Helaena... just Helaena info dumping about her bugs to the reader and reader engaging with her and it just being really adorable... please...
Also, smut after? because I'm a slut (Helaena has a praise kink??)
(from @reflection-of-narcissus)
Thank you so much for your request. I hope you like this!
Warnings: Mild angst, talk of sexuality, fingering, smut, slight praise kink.
Words: ~1500
The smell of rain hangs heavily in the air. It has been two hours since the downpour soaked the grounds of the Red Keep, and less than 15 minutes since Princess Helaena tugged pleadingly at your hand, insistent you join her in the gardens.
“All the most interesting creatures peek out in the wet.” She’d told you.
When she looked at you like that, her blue eyes bright and filled with hopeful wonder, you’d be remiss to deny her anything. Out of all of Helaena’s ladies in waiting, she seemed to enjoy your company the best and you reveled in it. The twins had been left in the capable hands of the septa, while the two of you walked outside, arm in arm.
While you tentatively pick up your skirts, careful to avoid the multitude of puddles that now pool across the pathways in the Keep’s gardens, Helaena skips through without a care for the rainwater soaking the bottom of her dress.
Her girlish exuberance and carefree innocence had always been qualities you’d admired. There is truly no one quite like Helaena.
“Do you think perhaps we’ll see any butterflies today?” You ask.
It is an attempt to take interest in a subject that fascinates her so dearly, but also the memory of a striking blue butterfly that had landed in Helaena’s hair last summer is one that has never left your mind. The way its wings had fluttered against the soft silver of her hair, combined with her vibrant smile of happiness were a sight simply unparalleled in beauty to you.
Helaena gives an apologetic shake of her head. “They hide when it rains.” She explains to you. “Please don’t be disappointed. We might see snails, and perhaps worms if the birds haven’t been at them yet.”
You laugh softly. How could she possibly believe you’d ever be disappointed with her?
She keeps her gaze fixed on the flowerbeds that line the pathways as the pair of you walk. The suddenness with which she stops and crouches down startles you a little, but you cannot help but smile to yourself as she hunches over, reaching into a bush.
The Princess’ posture is something she is forever having corrected by her mother and septas alike. She has a tendency to slouch, even when standing, and her spine takes on a most unnatural curve when she is seated, particularly if she has a surface to lean forward against. You would not have her any other way though, it is a quality you find most endearing.
“A snail…” Her voice takes on a tone of quiet reverence as she cradles the mollusc gently in her hands.
Truthfully, it disgusts you. It looks slimy and you’ve no wish to be near it, but out of love for your Princess, you crouch beside her.
“Why do they like the wet so much?” You query as you study the brown hues of its shell against Helaena’s pale, delicate palms.
“They dry out easily.” She tells you. “They need the rain to survive.”
You hum in understanding, watching as she examines it closely. “What else do you know about them?”
“They don’t need another snail in order to breed…” Her eyebrows pinch together, a look she gets when she is worried or upset.
“What is it?” You ask, filled with concern for her.
Her eyes flicker up to you, before back down to her hands and her brow furrows. You know better than to push Helaena for an answer when she is like this, so you sit quietly, keeping your focus on what sits within her hands.
“I…I wish…” She says eventually. “I wish that I…didn’t need another person to breed.”
She looks so forlorn as she says this, you feel like your heart could break for her. “Why do you say that, Princess?”
Helaena takes a deep breath, depositing the snail back into the flowerbed and wiping her hands on her skirt before she speaks again. “I don’t like laying with Aegon.” She tells you quietly. “I have heard that…that…is supposed to feel good, but it doesn’t.”
You reach out, taking her hand in yours and give it a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry. I wish you had someone to make you feel that way.”
You let go of her hand as she gets the faraway look in her eye that you’ve become well acquainted with in your years of service to her, and wait for her to speak.
“Two hearts that beat as one.”
“Are you okay?” You question, gently touching her forearm, once she appears lucid again.
Helaena nods slowly, rising to her feet and you join her.
“Thank you..” She says with sincerity, looking at you fondly. “For today, for everything…”
“It’s my pleasure.”
You turn to walk back towards the Red Keep, but are halted when she lightly pulls on your arm and presses her lips to yours. Your heart flutters and you are quick to return the gesture, enjoying the softness of her mouth against yours.
When you both pull back, your cheeks are flushed and you giggle in shared embarrassment, before returning to the Castle arm in arm once more.
You sit in front of your looking glass two days later, brushing through your hair when your chamber door creaks open. You know instantly it is Helaena, she never knocks.
Turning to smile at her, before rising to greet her, you notice she appears nervous, holding something awkwardly in her hands.
“I made you something.” She says shyly. “With help from Maester Orwyle.”
She holds out a frame which encases a bright green butterfly, pinned carefully to parchment.
“It’s beautiful.” You say, your fingers brushing lightly against hers as you take it from her. “Thank you.”
“It matches the colour of the dress you wore in the gardens after it rained.” She tells you. “I know you wanted to see a butterfly and this…well, it isn’t quite the same, but I hope you will think of me when you look at it.”
You aren’t quite sure what possesses you, but you place the frame down on your vanity table and surge forward, capturing Helaena’s lips with your own.
She squeaks in surprise, but kisses you back eagerly. You stare at each other breathlessly for a few moments once you break apart.
“Perhaps it could be you that makes me feel that way?” She whispers.
Your cheeks heat up as you realise she is referring to the conversation you’d had two days ago. “Is that what you want?”
She nods, her eyes locked with yours.
“I want to hear you say it.” You coax her gently.
“Will you…will you…” She brings her hands to her face. “I do not even know what it is I am asking for.”
Softly, you wrap your fingers around her wrists, urging her hands away from her face. You kiss her again, though it is more heated this time, your lips parting in order to deepen it. You shiver with excitement as Helaena whimpers at the feel of your tongue against hers.
You turn her around, walking her backwards so that she perches against the edge of the vanity and carefully begin to lift her skirts. “Is this okay?” You murmur to her.
“Yes.” She nods fervently, watching you with a mixture of curiosity and excitement.
Your fingertips trail along the inside of her thigh, stopping once they reach the gusset of her smallclothes. You search Helaena’s face for any signs of discomfort, seeing none, you dip a finger beneath the thin cotton.
You gasp as you feel the wetness of her arousal, not missing the way that Helaena tenses and sighs as you make contact.
You move slowly at first, circling her pearl with precision, relishing every soft sigh and whimper that escapes her. When her hips begin to buck, you slip a finger inside, crooking it to seek out the rough patch deep within her. You begin a slow drag against it, delighting in the way she scrunches the bridge of her nose.
“Oh…that feels good!” She exclaims.
“Good girl.” You coo to her. “Can you take more?”
“Please…” Comes her response, almost a whine.
You slide in a second finger, using your thumb to tap lightly at her bud simultaneously. Her arousal has already thoroughly soaked your hand, and you don’t mind at all.
“So wet for me, Princess.”
She clenches around you at the praise, her thighs trembling as you feel her begin to tense.
She grasps your wrist tightly, her eyes wide. “What is that?!”
“Your peak, sweet girl.” You explain quietly. “Just relax, let it go, you’re doing so well.”
The strangled wail she smits is one you are sure you will commit to memory forever, as you continue to work your fingers inside of her as she tightens and spasms around them. Her eyes screw shut, as she throws her head back, lost in her ecstasy and you watch her transfixed.
Once she is calmed, you remove your hand, smoothing her skirts back over her legs and allowing her to collapse against you, breathing heavily.
“Good girl.” You utter, stroking her silky hair.
You can feel the thud of her heart against your chest as you hold her close.
Two hearts that beat as one.
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The secrets we keep
Helaena Targaryen x Fem!reader
Summary: As the lady in waiting of the queen Helaena, you’d do anything to please her. Anything.
Warnings: NSFW. Cunnilingus. Vaginal fingering. Infidelity. Dom!reader. Sub!Helaena.
Author’s Note: it’s been a while since I’ve written gxg smut so bear with me. I’m thinking about writing more small stories like oneshots and short stories on tumblr and my fanfics on Wattpad so if you’re interested go check it out!! (Wp user in bio!)
“Good morning, my lady.” You walk into the queen’s room, ready to get her up for the day. You watch as she awakens from her slumber and yawns. You smile at Helaena and how pretty she looks when she has just woken up.
“Good morning, Y/n.” She smiles up at you, her eyes sparkling as the sun from the window hits them. You look back to see if the door had closed behind you when you walked in, and thanked the gods it was because you had leaned in to kiss her on her lips.
She had reciprocated your kiss and leaned into you. She yanked you into her bed while not moving from one another. Her lips on yours was the best start of the morning. “Eager, are we, my queen?” You tease with a smile on your face as you pull apart.
“I had a dream last night..” she mumbled, her hand taking yours as you both sit up on the bed. “What was it about, my love?” You asked, feeling a bit more confident in your speech now that the door was closed and no one could hear the two of you.
“You were…licking me…” she said nervously as she fumbled with your fingers. A smirk played on your face as you realized she had a sex dream about you. Her secret lover.
“Oh, my sweet..” you cooed. You dropped her hands and placed them up her nightdress, on her pale thigh. You softly rubbed the supple skin, moving ever so closely to her pussy. Her breath quickened at your actions as she looked at you with pleading eyes.
You moved the sheets off of her legs and hiked up her dress to reveal her dripping cunt. A beautiful sight to see. “Look at this beautiful little cunny..” you dip your fingers into her wetness, playing with her pussy gently. “It’s all wet for me, isn’t it?”
“Yes..” she breathed out as she shut her eyes tight as her cunt throbbed with anticipation. “Guess I’ll have to fix it, huh baby?” You asked as you moved to be in between the girls legs. You bent down to be face to face with her wet pussy, and you stuck your ass up into the air to give her a bit of a view.
“Please..” she cried and softly grasped the roots of your hair. You slowly licked a strip up her cunt, savoring the taste of her juices. A groan falling from your lips and into her pussy, which earned a loud moan from Helaena.
“Such a good girl.” You spoke, your tongue licking up into her cunt and circling around her clit. Her soft moans filled the room, the most beautiful symphony you’ve ever heard. You cursed the king for ignoring such a perfect thing, yet you thanked him because you had her all to yourself.
You sucked on her clit, grazing it with your teeth ever so slightly to not hurt your lover. “Oh gods!” She gasped and her hands gripped your hair roughly, making a groan erupt from your mouth.
Your hands grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer to your mouth. One of your hands moving to her cunt and circling her hole. Your middle finger pushed into her, making her back arch off the bed. You thrusted your fingers at a slow and agonizing pace.
“Harder, faster, please..” she cried and she humped your hand and face. You licked and sucked her clit and added another finger to her cunt. Your fingers moved at a faster speed and hit the spot inside of her only you knew how to hit. She cried out, she shoved her head into the pillow beside her to drown out some of her noise.
She clenched around your fingers, you knew she was close. You sped up and curled your fingers at her spot, making her tip over the edge. She came hard. Her moans were loud, even with the pillow to silence her. You licked up her arousal and cum from her pussy and your fingers. She watched in admiration and desire.
“What a delightful way to start the day.” You said with a smile as you pant and sit up. She smiled back at you and grabs you by the neck and forced you into a kiss. You smiled into the kiss and held your lover in your arms. Nothing is better than this.
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𝑫ō𝒏𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂
Pairing: Helaena Targaryen × Reader x Rhaenyra Targaryen
Word Count: 695
Warnings: Incest, oral sex, fingering, sex toy
Summary: Smut, smut, smut
A/N: All characters are 18+! minors DNI
“Shh, not so loud; you don’t want to wake the castle."
You bend over Rhaenyra’s face, letting her take one of your pebbled nipples into her mouth to silence her moans. You continue to massage her breasts as Rhaenyra lays on her back, her head resting on your lap, while Helaena flicks her tongue across your older sister’s swollen clit.
The intimate act between three women and three siblings would be sinful to most, but to a Targaryen, there was nothing more natural.
All three of you had lost your husbands during the war caused by a younger man usurping his elder sister, the rightful heir to the throne. Aegon, Daemon, and Aemond all died as a result, but thankfully, the gods spared the children. The day after Aegon’s coronation, Rhaenyra stated she would gladly take her siblings back into her heart, knowing that all of this was your mother and grandsire’s bidding, and both you and Helaena flew to Dragonstone that night.
Since the war had ended, it had been suggested by many lords with positions in the queen's council that both the queen and princesses should remarry, but Rhaenyra refused and proclaimed she had her Visenya and Rhaenys. Between the three of you, you had eleven heirs, eight boys, and three daughters, so you had no need for marriage.
In high valyrian, Rhaenyra slurs that she wants to taste you.
Not needing to be told again, you move further up the bed, and Rhaenyra flips onto her stomach and nestles between your legs. She starts to rub at your clit rapidly with her finger while dipping her tongue into your dripping hole, savoring every drop of your slick.
Healena kneels beside you on the bed, takes your face in her hands, and gives you a long and passionate kiss. One had gropes at her ass while the other clung to Rhaenyra’s silver locks as she pushed you closer to the edge of cumming. With a slight change of tactic, Rhaenyra scissors her fingers inside you, causing your legs to shake, and when her nose brushes against your clit, your climax hits, and you scream out your sister's names as cum into her mouth.
Your head is still spinning when Helaena moves from the bed with a mischievous look on her face.
Rhaenyra kisses your body until she reaches your lips; her mouth is covered in your arousal. “You’re glowing, my love.”
“Hmm, I wonder why,” you giggle.
You feel her smile against your skin as she kisses your neck, giving you a moment to catch your breath. Feeling a dip at the end of the bed, both you and Rhaenyra look, and you see Helaena crawling up the bed with a cock between her legs that looks as if it’s made from stone, being held in place by leather straps.
Leaning down, she kisses the back of Rhaenyra’s shoulder. “What do you say, my queen?”
Rhaenyra answered her question with a rough kiss, playfully biting on the other woman’s lower lip.
One of your favorite sights was watching Helaena come apart when Rhaenyra would devour her. The idea of seeing the beautiful scene in reverse made your clit throb. You palm at Rhaenyra’s ass cheeks before spreading her open, giving Helaena easier access to her cunny.
After applying a generous amount of oil to the toy, Helaena lines herself up at Rhaenyra’s entrance and slowly slides into her. The room is filled with the sound of moans and skin slapping together as Helaena thrusts faster and Rhaenyra’s breasts rub against yours. You slip your hand between her legs and start to circle her sensitive clit, bringing her closer to the edge.
It doesn’t take long for Rhaenyra to come undone, soaking the fake cock. Her wetness drips down onto your thighs, which gives you the wicked idea of having Helaena ride your thigh until she cums.
It takes Rhaenyra a few moments to recover from her orgasm; she slumps beside you on the bed to regain her energy, and at that time, Helaena removes the toy.
You both take one of Helaena’s hands and say, “Now it’s time we cherish you, dear sister.”
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Venus in Furs
Pairing: Helaena Targaryen x Fem!Reader x Aemond Targaryen
Rating: E
Words: 4.6k
Warnings: Targcest, semi-public sex, bondage, pain kink, explicit smut
A/N: Venus in Furs is a poly Helaemond au. We have no idea how many chapters it'll end up being, but the story will progress as the relationship does. Sometimes a chapter might be a little kinky drabble, other times it might be an epic 10k beast. This story has just become such a vulnerable little happy place for @acrossthesestars and myself and we hope you enjoy it! Tags will be updated as the chapters go on.
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Part One - Seven Hells P.1 | Part Two - Seven Hells P.2 | Part Three
The sky above was clear, stars managing to peek out even from the thick veil of the city lights. It was loud, music blaring from cars and drunk revelers pouring out from the mouths of the surrounding bars and clubs. My heels clicked on the sidewalk, the noise echoing loud over all the others and my hands curled into fists within my coat pockets.
'Don't lose your nerve,' I thought. 'You aren't allowed to chicken out.'
A sharp gust of near freezing wind ruffled my coat, blowing up beneath the short skirt of the black dress I wore under it, and I bit down on my cheek to keep from yelping nervously at the shock as I neared the building I had been looking for.
Seven Hells was a privately owned club, the red brick facade blending into all the others on the block. The only clue that I had arrived at the right place was the small gilded placard by the door that simply read "7" in an ornate script. My chilled fingers wrapped around a thick brass knocker in the shape of a dragon's head, rapping it gently against the wood. The door swung open and a handsome bouncer stared me down, the moment stretching on forever. He was older, with a close cropped silver beard, a bald head, and a thousand yard stare.
"Password," he asked, his voice rich and deep.
"Oh don't bother with all that, Harrold," a soft voice chirped from behind him. "She's with me. Isn't that right, Lady Grey?"
The door opened a crack wider, revealing a cloud of moon pale hair and the Cheshire Cat grin beneath it.
“Honestly, you express a tea preference one time.” Rolling my eyes despite the amused smile tugging at my lips, I stepped up onto the landing, close enough for the club’s warm air to twine invitingly around my bare legs, beckoning me inside. With an apologetic shrug to the stoic giant before me, I gave the password Helaena Targaryen texted me earlier that evening.
“Dreamfyre.”
He granted me a nod, as if in appreciation of a fellow rule-follower, and threw the door wide.
“Welcome to Seven Hells.”
If I'd thought the grandeur of our Neo-Gothic university campus was extravagant, with its ivy-clad walls, peaked windows, and rolling quads beneath venerable oak trees, the sumptuousness of this club delighted in proving me wrong. Stepping down into its shadowy interior, I couldn’t help gaping at the luxury surrounding me. Sleek, black leather couches sprawled along the edges of the cavernous room, all subtly tilted towards a low stage, the obvious focal point of the room. No one graced it, not this early in the evening, but a St. Andrew’s cross stood waiting in the wings, eager for its first victim. It was the most obvious nod towards the club’s hedonistic character but the more I looked, the more secrets I uncovered.
Steel hardpoints graced walls and furniture, looking like so much industrial hardware until I realized their presence went beyond simple aesthetics. Mirrors littered the walls, affording endless views for performers and pleasure seekers alike. Stacks of silken cord lined low-running shelves, all in easy reach. It was an opulent, unguarded promise of sensuality.
A dare.
A shiver of anticipation licked up my spine, despite the warmth winding sinuously around my legs, caressing my chilled skin and urging me eagerly to shed my heavy wool coat.
“Come on. I can’t wait to show you everything.” Helaena seized my hand excitedly while I was still unwinding the glittering gray scarf from around my neck. I shoved it into the pocket of my coat as Harrold quietly lifted the garment from my arms before withdrawing to his post by the door.
My eyes weren't sure where to land. A pretty brunette winked at me from behind the bar and heat crawled up my throat at the gesture. My gaze darted from the couches to the stage to the people who had just started to trickle into the space before landing on the pale hand that grasped my own.
Helaena was divine, a gods damned painting, a water nymph come to life. Her white-blonde hair hung in soft waves around her shoulders, her plump body sheathed in a tight powder blue dress, the hem hitting her mid thigh. When she turned back to wink at me, the light caught in the glitter she had painted over her eyelids, her pink mouth curling up at the edges.
"I love first timers." Her voice was soft, but I still heard every word.
I raised a brow. "Do you bring people here often?"
She squeezed my hand. "No," was all she said as she dragged me to the bar.
The energy of the club settled around us as I followed my new friend, all simmering possibility and the driving beat of music emanating from hidden speakers. When I slid onto one of the plush velvet barstools, Helaena perched alongside me, never letting go of my hand even as she raised her other to catch the bartender’s gaze.
“Two of the Wild Gin Brambles please, Talya”
My eyes widened in surprise as she named the exact cocktail I would have ordered from the specials menu. Despite the crowd of people surrounding the bar, jockeying to place their orders, no one looked surprised when, in mere moments, the bartender slid two glasses towards the pair of us.
“How did you guess?”
Helaena only smiled her enigmatic smile and raised her own drink to clink against mine.
Her violet eyes tracked every movement as I raised the sweating glass to my lips and took my first sip. Flavor bloomed on my tongue, tart and sweet, strong but clear, the blackberry syrup coating my mouth even as the gin traced a cool burn down my throat.
“That is delicious,” I said, having to raise my voice slightly to be heard over the sound of the other revelers.
“Let me try.”
Rather than lifting her own glass, Helaena leaned in and kissed me.
Startled, my lips parted on a gasp, but when I moved to cup the other woman’s cheek, she deepened the kiss. Her tongue slid against mine, a swift, gentle taste, and then she pulled back, her gaze searching.
“What did you think?” My voice was deeper, roughened with the desire already surging in my blood.
“Delicious,” she confirmed. Her starry eyes roved over my curves and I could swear they came to rest on the hollow of my throat. I wondered if she could see the eager jump of my pulse.
Helaena grinned when she recognized her stare was bordering on overwhelming, glancing down into the depths of her drink and taking a sip. I looked up, willing away the heat that had settled almost uncomfortably in my cheeks. My gaze settled on the mirror, a flash of silver catching my attention. From across the room, mismatched eyes pinned me like a butterfly to glass. The set of his full mouth was almost stern, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. My heart hammered against my ribs but when I blinked, he was gone.
A wide smile broke over Helaena's face. Whatever had grabbed her attention lit her up from the inside out, a soft warm glow settling beneath her skin like a beacon. I turned and couldn't stop the soft "oh" that fell from my lips.
If Helaena was divine, then Aemond Targaryen was damned. He was her soul's twin and yet her opposite, hard and lean where she was soft and curved. He prowled toward the pair of us with all the violent grace of a predator stalking prey, the top half of his long white hair pulled away from his face, the rest hanging down his back like a curtain. He wore all black, a button down shirt tucked into fitted slacks. His face was hard, unreadable except for the flame in his left eye, the same shade of violet as his sister's. In place of his right eye, lost in some accident at the hand of his nephew, if rumor was to be believed, sat a sapphire, the facets swallowing up the low red lights of the club's interior. Helaena squealed and clapped her hands at his arrival, reaching for him. Aemond took her hand, pulling her close and bringing it to his mouth, his lips soft against her skin as he hummed in greeting.
"I'm surprised she came," he said by way of acknowledgement, his gaze falling finally on me.
Heat bristled up my spine, righteous indignation at being referred to as if I was of no importance.
"Play nice or Lady Grey won't come at all and where's the fun in that?" Helaena replied, poking at Aemond's middle.
Something tensed in my gut at that easy, playful gesture. A reminder of how these two belonged to each other, pale and strange as binary stars and just as entangled. How could I ever hope to join their orbit?
As if sensing that momentary flicker of doubt, Aemond raised one perfectly sculpted brow with all the cool poise of a marble god as if to ask “How indeed?” I bristled, drawing myself up to my full height, my spine set like steel. Damn him and his smug self-assurance. Helaena had approached me after all, invited me to join them in their pleasure den I’d only heard whispered about on campus, with all the dark, half-veiled insinuations that accompanied such an invitation.
“You tell him, Hel.” I slid my arms around her waist, glaring a challenge of my own at Aemond over her shoulder. “She was just wondering if there might be any dancing on tap for the evening, or is that too frivolous for the Eyes Wide Shut crowd?”
Aemond’s mouth twitched.
“Oh, I’m sure we could manage something.”
In the end, all it took was an imperious nod and his sharp gaze to some nearby staff member, and then the music shifted, turning to a low, throbbing beat that pulsed through the crowd. People moved as if summoned to the dance floor, a tangled knot of writhing bodies and reaching limbs. Aemond sketched a half-mocking, half charmingly outdated bow and extended a hand to me.
“Would she like to dance?” This time, the slyly intentional word choice felt less like a slight and more like an almost-apology, an unspoken admission of having chosen his words poorly. For the first time, I noticed how stiff his posture was. Maybe I wasn’t the only one unsure of how to navigate this evening.
I inclined my own head, amused despite myself, and said “She would.”
It was easy enough to follow him to the dance floor, Helaena close at his heels. Aemond spun me once before drawing me close, his hand finding the small of my back. "Dance, then," he said in an amused tone, his gaze raking over my body. I narrowed my eyes as he just stood there, trying to get a feel for whatever game he was playing. It was Helaena who rescued me, her hands finding mine and pulling me further from the edge of the dance floor.
She moved with a liquid sort of grace, the sort that left one utterly entranced. It was impossible not to move toward her, caught in her orbit as if she were the brightest star in the dark sky. Her lavender eyes were bright enough to light up the dance floor as her hands settled on my hips, turning my back to her front before pulling me flush against her. She smelled like violets and lilies and something earthier, something you would find in the forest after it rained. I wondered if later I would be covered in the body glitter she'd dusted all over herself, her skin shimmering in the glow.
"Can I touch you?" She asked, her voice low against my ear.
There was literally nothing I wanted more in that moment.
I nodded and she ran a hand up my throat to grasp at my jaw, tilting my head back until she could catch my mouth with her own. She tasted like gin and sweet lip gloss, strawberry maybe. My hips followed whatever sinuous rhythm she set as she curled her tongue around mine. I felt her smile against my lips and couldn't stop myself from mirroring the gesture. With one hand I reached back, carding my fingers through the moonlight strands at the nape of her neck.
One song melted into two and then three and I learned for a fact what I had already had an idea of: Helaena Targaryen was entirely captivating. She radiated a dreaminess, a sort of unexplainable out there feeling that I couldn't put my finger on but I knew I wanted to sink into. There was also an edge. She had teeth and claws and made a conscious choice to keep them sheathed. At some point I had turned back to face her and she smiled wide again, as if she had never considered not being so open, so real. Then her eyes drifted away, lighting up again when they landed on her brother. I looked too, because I couldn't help it. Aemond had taken up a perch on one of the large leather chairs, more of a loveseat, really. When our eyes met he raised his left hand and beckoned us forward with a crooked finger. Helaena drifted toward him as if pulled by gravity, her hand reaching back for mine and pulling me along after her.
I mirrored her movements, lowering myself onto Aemond’s outstretched right thigh while she claimed his left. When I did, his gaze snapped to mine, startled. The intensity there, the banked violet fire, ripped through me like a summer storm, leaving heat and electricity crackling in its wake. Before I could shift my weight or draw back, before I could even form an apology for overreaching, he caught me around the waist to keep me still. Slowly, deliberately, curiously, he flexed his muscled thigh beneath my legs, shifting it just enough to drag against me and make me gasp. Pleasure kindled in his hawklike stare and I smiled, heat rising in my cheeks.
We’d surprised each other.
Helaena tipped her head back and laughed, her carefree delight so infectious even her brother’s lips quirked into something like a smile. Pure, wild joy beat like wings within my chest when her lavender gaze met mine at the same time that Aemond rested a hand on my thigh. As if some hidden key had turned, the tumblers falling into place, everything slid open, the night suddenly wide open and brimming with potential. Something was happening and we were part of it. We were all of it.
The music fell away. All I could hear was the breath catching in Helaena’s throat when I leaned in and kissed her. The hiss Aemond sucked between his teeth when his sister’s hand slid up to cup my breast. I looked around, expecting shock or censure, but while the warmth of her palm moving over my dress made my heart race as if the world was ending, no one else seemed to even notice. Even so, I pulled back, heat flashing up my throat to settle in my cheeks. Aemond's hand tightened where it rested against my thigh and I turned to face him, my eyes downcast. He raised a hand, his forefinger catching me under the chin until I met his eye.
"There's no need to be shy, Grey." The nickname sounded different in his mouth, sharper somehow, then when Helaena said it. "You're free to take what you want here, without judgment."
My gaze darted between his mismatched eyes and his lips. "What do you want?" My voice was small.
He hummed, a low noise in the back of his throat, before using his hand to tug me farther up his thigh, my hands flattening against his chest as I fell forward. His shirt was warm beneath my palms, soft and obviously expensive. And then he kissed me. It wasn't tentative or gentle. It felt as if he would devour me. Where Helaena took her time, sensuous and explorative, Aemond went straight for the kill, licking into my mouth when it opened on a whine, pulling my bottom lips between his teeth. He broke the kiss and looked up at me, his high cheekbones dusted with pink, and pursed his lips, as if he was hiding a grin. I couldn't help it and smiled back.
Helaena ran a hand up my thigh, squeezing just enough to get my attention and jerking her chin toward the stage in front of us. "The show is starting," she whispered. There was a peculiar happiness in her eyes, a sort of feeling I wasn't sure I'd ever experienced. She leaned back into Aemond's chest, his hand circling her waist to rest over her belly. The way they fell into each other was mesmerizing and I wondered if I'd ever felt that sort of easy acceptance before, the sort of muscle memory that had me sinking into someone else's softest parts.
I turned away, suddenly feeling much too raw, and looked toward the stage as the lights lowered, a single spotlight shining bright in the middle. Lying prone on the ground was a slight brunette, her hair tied up in a bun. She wore a rose pink dress, the fabric sheer enough to see the dusky outline of her nipples, her arms laying relaxed over her head. As she slowly woke, blinking away the sleep, the light softened, mimicking the dawn, and soft music played through the hidden speakers. Fingertips drew mindless designs over the bare skin of my thigh and the feeling left me burning as they drew over my hip and up, up, up my back to massage the nape of my neck. The feeling was near sinful, my eyes closing as Aemond worked out the tension. When I risked a downward glance, I found his eyes on the stage, his face infuriatingly neutral. I raised my hand, placing it back against his chest, playing at the top button of his shirt as I glanced back toward the stage.
From the shadows of the audience on the far side, a hulking shape melted through the crowd, lumbering up the two wide steps before crouching behind a makeshift barrier, watching the young woman on stage sit up and stretch. Helaena reached forward from her perch and placed her hand on my knee, her skin warm against mine, grounding me in the moment as the man in the mask began creeping closer toward the girl on stage. A Beast on the way to claim his Beauty, I realized with a thrill.
“Is it always fairytale-based?” I whispered the question into Helaena’s ear, so close my lips brushed against her delicate skin.
“No,” she shook her head, answering in the same respectful hush. “They do all sorts of things - exhibitions, demonstrations. But this seemed more… you.”
Before I could ask what she meant, Aemond’s broad hand tightened around my neck.
“Pay attention,” he commanded in a low, firm voice behind my ear, turning my head back to face the stage. From Helaena’s guilty start and the way she also turned her attention back to the scene unfolding before us, I guessed he’d given her a similar reminder. Normally I would have bristled against his domineering tone, but it sent a shiver down my spine instead, making me feel as deliciously helpless as the beauty the beast prowled towards. As if he knew, Aemond trailed the tips of his fingers down my neck and between my shoulder blades.
The task of watching the stage while he teased me like this felt Herculean, but I managed to keep my eyes on the performers, watching as the girl on stage finally registered the presence of the beast. Her brown eyes blew wide as he loomed over her and the two engaged in what could only be considered a dance. Their chemistry was a wild thing, crackling between them as they pushed and pulled, as she ran and he gave chase. The Beast reached for her, catching the pale pink ribbon that held her hair tied up, and it cascaded down her back just as he caught her, pulling her against his chest.
As his lips found her neck and his hands drew her skirt farther up her thighs, Aemond's fingers dipped below the hem of my dress. The touch itself wasn't indecent, was hardly anything more than innocent, but every nerve ending in my body lit up. He shifted his thigh beneath me, riding my dress higher, just as the beast shed the girl of her dress, her body now bare beneath the spotlight, and I fought the urge to reach back and pinch him for teasing me. But I was riveted by the performance as the actress finally gave in to the beast, succumbing to him and letting him lay her out over the stage, her back arched as he wedged himself between her thighs and devoured her.
Aemond's hand slid further beneath my dress and I couldn't stop the hitch of my breath. I knew, logically, that no one was watching us, too engaged by what was happening on stage, or what they were up to in their own seats, but my cheeks still heated at the idea, at the clandestine nature of letting this practical stranger slide his skilled fingers beneath the damp fabric of my underwear. I bit back a moan as he did just that, parting my folds, teasing at the wetness he found there. I wanted to roll my hips, to chase the pleasure his touch promised. But I stayed still, afraid to call any attention to us.
In front of me, the Beast lay on his back, the girl, his Beauty, now straddling his hips, her face flushed from her earlier release on his tongue. She rode him, claimed him just as earnestly as he had claimed her, taking her agency and making him hers. They moaned in tandem, not the sort of practiced sounds I had heard in porn or made with partners I was more than eager to get out from under, but something more feral, more honest. As the Beast reached forward to clutch at her breasts, Aemond pinched lightly at my thigh, a hint to open my legs wider. I gave in, just an inch, and was rewarded with a lazy circle against my clit. All I wanted was to drop my weight back against him, to spread my thighs farther and see what his wicked touch could wring from me. But even as I saw other patrons doing exactly that, I knew I couldn't, knew I wouldn't.
This entire night had been totally unlike me. Taking Helaena up on the invitation had left me filled with nerves. We'd spoken often enough at school and I desperately wanted to call her my friend. She was impossible not to adore, and denying her anything felt wrong. We'd flirted and when I finally gathered the courage to ask her for her number, she'd slapped me right in the face with an invite to the most exclusive club in town. How could I say no? Especially when she mentioned the more mysterious of her brothers would be there too.
The Beast had planted his feet on the stage, his hands gripping bruises against his Beauty, driving himself up into her. Her face bunched with pleasure as she fell forward, her hands landing on his chest to brace herself as he fucked her roughly. I felt my pulse quicken, my lungs constricting as Aemond slid a finger inside me, and then another. I couldn't stop myself, arching my back slightly to grind down against his hand. His fingers were long, slender and graceful. They felt divine inside of me and I knew it wouldn't be long until he worked me up and over that peak, the muscles of my thighs already twitching with it.
Suddenly Beauty came with a low groan, the blood rushing up her neck to settle in her cheeks as the Beast beneath her roared his own end, their bodies going rigid. She had thrown her hands above her head in a jubilant gesture as the Beast spilled inside her, as if unafraid for anyone, everyone, to see her pleasure. Then the music died and for a moment the room was silent except for the sound of ragged breathing. I couldn't figure out where one breath started and the next began, which was mine or Helaena's or even Aemond's. The spotlight went dark and the melancholy instrumental music that had accompanied the performance melted back into the low, heavy bass from earlier.
Aemond's hand was out from under my dress before the lights returned to normal. I hissed at the loss of him, canting forward as if seeking him out. The neediness of the gesture left me feeling more than a little pathetic, especially as he growled, "on your feet." But his voice was strained, rough even, and that gave me more than enough satisfaction. I blinked up at him, my mind hazy and buzzing after being yanked so abruptly from what had promised to be a wild sort of release. Helaena stood first and offered me a hand, pulling me up on shaking baby deer legs. She just smiled like she knew and reached up to tug at the ends of my hair.
The crowd blurred around us as we moved past the stage, past the bar, and deeper into the club. I looked down, startled, when the click of my heels against the polished wood floors turned muffled, my footsteps suddenly cushioned by plush carpeting. We were in a hallway, the walls paneled in rich, dark wood, an expanse of wealth relieved only by a series of doors, each one different from the last. One a rich, blood red with golden accents, another gunmetal stark but littered with peepholes, the third a shockingly clear plate glass. I caught a glimpse of twining limbs and chains within and finally realized where we were headed.
“Why a private room? I thought the whole point of this place was taking what we wanted and no one caring?”
“I don’t like anyone seeing what’s mine.” Aemond turned to me, one arm around his sister’s waist. My heart thundered as his gaze pinned me to the emerald green door we’d stopped in front of. Helaena leant back against him, a look of feline contentment on her features as she gazed at me through hooded eyes.
“What did you want when you came here, Lady Grey?” It wasn’t so much a question as a gentle prompting, an invitation to voice the desire that had drawn me to them like a moth to a bonfire ever since that first time I’d seen them on campus. They’d looked so out of place they might as well have been another species. Two fae royals slumming it with mortals for their own amusement, sampling whatever pleasures they wished to indulge in, and tempting the rest of us with wicked delights if only we’d be bold enough to seek them.
I ached to be bold.
“You,” I breathed. “Both of you.”
“Yes, that was it.” Helaena tipped her head up to meet Aemond’s gaze and said “See?”
“Hm.”
Before I could worry that I was failing some unspoken test he leaned in with that sleek, predatory grace and twisted the door knob by my hip.
“After you,” he purred.
Part Two
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Just a thought: Helaena isn’t as innocent as her family thinks she is. Even early in her marriage to Aegon she knew more about pleasure than he did because she would often slip one of her handmaidens or lady-in-waitings into her bed. She’d touch and lick every part of them until she brought them to release several times over. They’d do the same for her and it wouldn’t be until dawn that they’d finally slip out of her room, slightly dazed and with a giddy smile on their faces.
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Helaena with her handmaiden + NSFW visuals
minors dni
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This || Before she and Aegon were married Helaena would ask her favorite handmaiden to stay just a little bit later than all of the others. She swore it was only because she needed to know something before being married.
This || Helaena quickly learns childish kisses aren’t enough to satisfy her and from something she claims was innocent she is now naked and in control.
This || It becomes apparent that the Princess has a hard time keeping her hands to herself and when her favorite handmaiden comes into wake her up for the day she finds the Princess naked on the bed waiting for her.
This || The Princess has not touched her handmaiden since she married Aegon. She finds that Aegon gets pleasure from her in a different way than she gets it from her beautiful handmaiden so the next time she sees her she pulls out a toy she bought secretly when she snuck into the city. She just wants to see why Aegon enjoys fucking her the way he does and if it makes her handmaiden moan, it’s a bonus.
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Heart of glass
Warning: Smut, swearing
Pairing: Helaena Targaryen × Reader
1.03
You look between Princess Rhaenyra and your father in disbelief. “She wants me to marry Prince Aemond?”
Rhaenyra nods. “Yes, she would like to announce the betrothal in a fortnight.”
You open your mouth but don’t get the chance as your father tosses his cup at the wall, causing both you and Rhaenyra to jump before you can protest. With his head tilted down, he presses his clenched fists against the table. “I will not allow that one-eyed cunt anywhere near my daughter,” he hisses, looking directly at Rhaenyra. “Do you remember what happened after Laena’s funeral? To even suggest such a betrothal is an insult.” Your father goes to the fireplace and retrieves his sword from the dark sister that is hanging above it. “I will go to King's Landing myself and—”
“Daemon,” Rhaenyra says, shaking her head. “Going to the red to keep angry isn’t the solution; there will be a better way to handle this. We must reject this proposal without being offensive.”
Your father scoffs, “as Alicent did when she rejected the offer of marrying Jacaerys to Helaena.”
Your jaw clenches. Alicent had the opportunity to marry her sweet girl to someone who would treat her far better than Aegon, but out of spite, she married her to a drunken fool who ignored her most of the time.
Rhaenyra takes hold of your father's arm, and he slowly lowers his sword to his side. Shaking her head, she says, “We mustn’t be offensive because it will be Vissera that the greens take their anger out on.”
“I’d like to see them fucking try.”
You shrug, “Inform the queen I'm already betrothed to another.”
Rhaenyra offers you a small smile while your father rolls his eyes. “And who is your purpose, I say is your intended?” He asks. “You’ve rejected every suitor that has asked for your hand.”
“That’s not true.”
“What?” Your father asks, looking unimpressed. “Why haven’t you informed me of this before? Who has asked for your hand?”
Rhaenyra looks unimpressed by her husband's sarcasm. “Is there any man in particular you’d like to marry?”
The moment becomes slightly awkward as you remain silent. What did she expect you to say? Aside from one, everyone who had asked for your hand was far too old and desperately wanted to marry someone with the blood of the dragon to add more power to their house. You finally reply, “Cregan Stark, the Lord of Winterfell, has asked for my hand.”
Rhaenyra stands behind your father and rubs at his shoulder. She sighs, “This is why you came to Dragonstone, isn’t it?”
Your father clicks his tongue and says, “And here I thought it was to pay me a visit.”
“Why would I? You don’t even write to me,” you scoff, “but yes, I came to get my father's blessing.”
Your father sits down again and motions for you to do the same. “I suggest we have a proper discussion and come to a decision before we reply to those Hightower cunts.”
—
“You’d think a lady with so many admirers wouldn’t look so sour.”
You roll your eyes at Jace’s comment. You were enjoying the solitude of being in one of the chambers overlooking Dragonstone, but Rhaenyra and Jacaerys found you. “Daemon has already sent a raven north to accept Lord Stark's proposal and is currently writing to Alicent to inform her you are already betrothed.”
“I haven’t been north since I was a girl; I barely remember meeting Cregan.”
"Well, you certainly made an impression, and a good one at that,” Rhaenyra smiles. “Who did you travel north with?”
Her question stung; it was moments like this that reminded you that the princess knew so little about you. “My cousin Gerold Royce and his lady wife. Speaking of him, I’d like to return to Runestone myself and inform him myself of this bethrothel.”
“I think that’s an excellent idea,” she smiles. “You should ask one of your siblings to join you; it would be nice for them to see where you grew up.”
Rhaenyra probably meant for Baela and Rhaena to join you, but another idea crossed your mind. You turn to Jacaerys and ask, “Will you join me, my prince?”
“You want me to go with you?” He asks, surprised.
“Why not?” You shrug. “It would only be for one or two nights, and you will be heir to the throne one day. It would be good for the future king to see all the places he’ll be ruling over.”
Jace looks hesitant. It suddenly occurred to you that the prince had never traveled without his family before. You force a smile and say, “Sorry, it was a bad idea.”
Rhaenyra places her hand on your shoulder. “I’ll ask the maester to change Jacaerys afternoon lessons to the morrow instead of the afternoon. I think it will be good for my son to see more of the seven kingdoms. That is, if he wishes to go.”
Jace smiles and says, “I think it would be fun. It would be good to see where Vissera grew up.”
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You stroke Helaena's hair as she lays with her head resting on your bare stomach. The grass beneath you was surprisingly soft, and the hill you were on was on an isolated island, so you had the freedom to be together out in the open without disturbance. Your eyes were heavy, as tiredness from your previous orgasms had taken a lot out of you.
Wordless, Helaena put a hand on your breast, then bent to take a nipple in her mouth. Her other hand drifted down across the soft curve of your belly, then, in between your legs, she smirked, feeling your wetness. “You’ve enjoyed being out in the open more than I anticipated,” she giggles before sinking a finger into you and then rubbing her thumb over your clit. “I’d never tire of seeing you like this.”
“Gods, it’s too much! I’m too sensitive!”
“You can give me another,” Helaena says before sliding another finger into you.
When she feels your cunt starting to clench around her, she pulls her fingers out and sucks them into her mouth. She hooks one leg over and rubs her wet cunt against yours. She moans while desperately rubbing your clit’s move against one another. Her breasts swayed as she moved, chasing after her own pleasure. It made you happy to see how much more confident Helaena had become in such a short space of time. She was no longer blushing and timed, but now a princess who knew exactly what she wanted.
“I’m getting close again!”
“Me too, princess!” You hold onto Helaena’s hips, helping her grind against you. “Fuck!”
You stared up at the clear sky as your dragon circled above. Dreamfyre was sleeping further up the hill, blissfully unaware of what her rider had been doing a short distance away. Being with the princess helped you feel more at ease; all your fears about marriage were pushed to the back of your mind.
“Marriage isn’t all bad; sometimes good things come out of it.”
You let out a chuckle. “I doubt it. Marriages for political arrangements haven’t been known to end well.”
Helaena turns her head up slightly to face you. “I saw a maester yesterday.”
“Are you sick?”
“No, I’m with the child again,” she smiles brightly and rubs at her stomach.
“Oh,” you say, feeling as if you’ve been punched in the gut. “Congratulations.”
There was no doubt Helaena loved her twins and would love her new baby just as much, but a part of you felt defeated. Another thing was about to change, and you would eventually lose the only person that made you feel safe. It wasn’t in your nature to become overly attached to others; there was no other person aside from Jace that you felt a genuine connection with.
Helaena turns her body so she is leaning over yours, and she kisses your stomach just above your navel. “I would still like it if we could spend time together,” she says, kissing your body until she reaches your shoulder and rests her head on it. “Nothing needs to change; having children is the only benefit of performing my duty as a wife.”
You listen to Helaena talk about motherhood and the special bond she shared with her twins, but the stirring in your stomach as you're filled with unease becomes too much. You sit up, causing Helaena to move back. A lump starts to build in your throat, and you quickly start to redress. “Sorry—it’s getting late, and I'm somewhere I need to be.”
“Can we meet again tomorrow?”
“I’m returning to Runestone, so it will be a few days before we can meet again.” You press your lips against hers and say, “I will see you when I’m back, princess.”
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Jacerys, You're An Idiot
Helaena Targaryen x Jacaerys Velaryon.
Warnings: PWP honestly just smut.
Helaena and Jacaerys had married young, too young according to their mothers. The Princess of Dragonstone and the Queen both agreed on something for the first time in years, and it was that their children were far too young to be wed. The king, however, was sick and dying and he wished to see is second daughter wed before he passed. The Princess Rhaenyra had suggested to betrothed them with the intention of them marrying years into the future but even she was appalled at her father insisting her first born son wed her sweet sister when the pair were only 13 and 14. The queen and the princess raged for weeks, begging the old king to postpone the marriage but King Viserys would not yield and so it was done and in the year 126 AC the future King had married his aunt at the age of 13. Barely a man and woman they were, and yet they were at the altar repeating vows they didn’t truly understand all the while their mothers watched with disdain while King Viserys beamed at the union.
It was now the year 131 AC and the marriage had yet to be consummated, this caused many to believe that the sweet but odd princess Helaena was barren for she had yet to bring forth a child, how wrong they were. The young prince Jacaerys refused to bed his wife, not only was the now man grown, was a boy of three and ten when he wed but he refused to allow his sweet wife to meet the same fate as the many Targaryen women before her. Now he had no excuse, they could’ve done their duty when he came of age, but he was embarrassed that he would be able to please his wife. He had loved Helaena and in turn the dreamer had recuperated her husband’s feelings and now at nine and ten, she could not fully understand why he did not wish to enter her bed.
Despite this, their marriage was not an unhappy one, the Princess was often seen arm and arm with her husband as they took a stroll through the gardens every morning. A beaming smile on her face whenever they went dragon riding together, and the young Prince was often seen admiring his wife at dinners and balls with a lovestruck expression on his face. This was why many believed they couldn’t conceive not knowing that both man and wife remained virgins, the other not wanting to overstep, but tonight Princess Helaena would not cow. The couple were fervently kissing on Helaena’s featherbed, the princess was straddling her husband in nothing but a sheer night gown and Jacaerys could not help but roam his hands over her body as mouths worked in tandem. This was not new for the couple, the farthest they have gotten in terms of sex was heavy petting and kissing that left both aching with desire that they refused to satiate, but tonight Helaena was guided by her dreams and pent-up frustration. Six years she has been married and she knew that she loved Jacaerys, and it did help a great deal that the young Prince was dashing, with his perfect smile, brown head of hair and his wide shoulders and strong back.
She had found herself waking in the middle of the night many times panting with slick covering her thighs after dreaming about her husband, only to realize that she could not simply barge into his chambers and have her way with him. She wanted too but it was improper and sinful to seek pleasure, or at least that’s what the seven-pointed star suggests. Now she rolled her hips bucking into her husband’s clothed length, the action causing her to whimper as the friction sent pleasurable shocks through her body. Prince Jacaerys groaned in pleasure but pulled away like he always did, he did not want to rush her, he kept telling himself, but his sweet wife had been tempting him for weeks, donning dresses that exposed more skin than usual, entering his chambers to sleep besides him in the night with nothing but sheer lacy shifts that left nothing to the imagination. He had to refrain himself from pinning her down and fucking her into oblivion many a night out of fear of frightening her. Now he pulled away with the intention of stopping for the night lest he hurt her unintentionally, but to his surprise his little dreamer tugged his hair and leaned forward and started trailing kisses down his neck while rutting into his hard member, making him moan. Beside himself he caressed her hips and backside while meeting her movements with his own. The action caused Helaena to moan loudly as he stimulated her needy cunt, finally coming to his senses he stopped her completely, what he was not expecting was the anger that etched itself onto her beautiful face.
“What is it my love?” His voice carried concern, but Helaena could care less.
“Do I not please you? Am I so revolting that you refuse to lay with me?” Her words left him speechless.
“Hel-“ He tried to respond but she moved and sat across from him with her arms crossed over her breasts and a scowl fixed on her lips.
“No! I thought- I thought you loved me. I thought that you felt the same, but it has been six years and not once have you made any move to lay with me. Am I not enough for you?” She was now tearing up as her insecurities got the best of her. Jacaerys, felt like an idiot, a complete fool. How had he not realized that she had wanted him? He could not believe he had made her cry, he never intended to hurt her feelings, he just thought she wasn’t ready, a fool, that it is what he was. He moved forward and made a move to embrace her, but she turned away.
“Helaena. My love.” The only response he was met with was a sniffle as she tried to fight her tears.
“You are wrong little dream. It was never my intention to hurt you, I just- I wanted to protect you. Too many women in our family have been lost to the childbed I do not wish to lose you.” He confessed holding his head down in shame for making her feel as if he didn’t want her. Helaena turned to face him, no longer crying.
“Do you not think that it is a choice I must make?” He looked at her and saw that her brows furrowed with her mouth set into a frown. He reached for her hand bringing it to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles and then bringing her hand to his face resting her palm to his cheek. He nuzzled his face into her palm before speaking.
“Forgive me, it was not my intention to hurt you, and do not think for even a moment that I do not want you.” Helaena watched as his eyes darken as he continued to speak.
“You are the first person I think of when I wake, when I go to bed, when I am going on about my day. You, my precious wife, have consumed me, my every thought that I have is about you. I can barely contain myself in your presence, every morning, noon, and night I have had to stop myself from taking you in every position imaginable, so do not think for one moment that I do not want you.” Helaena gasped, not only at the words he spoke but her sweet prince looked more like a dragon in this moment than he ever did. It was her turn to flush red at pure lust in his eyes, at obvious strain in his breeches, her husband was well endowed, and she wanted nothing more than to sink down onto his cock.
“Jacaerys-“ She could not continue as was suddenly on her back. Her husband laid in between her legs rolling his hips forward his clothed cock rutting into her slick and exposed core as he trailed kisses over her exposed neck and collarbone. Her moans grew louder as he sucked on a sensitive spot on her neck as his thrusts increased in speed.
“Jacaerys! Please.” She begged, not entirely understanding what she was begging for. Her husband stopped his ministrations causing her to whine in annoyance. She watched him with her dress bunched up around her waist exposing her swollen cunt to her husband. She watched him, his breeches straining around his thick cock as her slick covered the majority of the area. Feeling embarrassed she attempted to close her legs but the look her husband gave her was unlike any other she had seen. He glared at her, not in anger but as a warning and it should frighten her, her husband was Targaryen and despite his coloring he had the ability to appear more dragon than man if he wished, but she also shared the blood of the dragon, and it did nothing but caused her cunt flutter with need, enticing her and making her dragon blood sing.
She watched as he stripped himself of his clothing, his thin tunic was the first to go, and then his breeches, revealing his member to her at last. She could not help but gasp at the sight, how was that supposed to go inside of her.
“Do not worry little dream it will fit.” His voice was gruffer and slightly taunting than what she was used to, and she enjoyed every second of it. She expected him to just spread her legs and sink into her without warning, what she did not expect was her husband tearing her shift down the middle and revealing her tits.
“Jace!! What are you do- OHHHH!” She moaned loudly when she felt him suckle her teat while his fingers toyed with the other, the feeling shooting right to her core. She unintentionally bucked her hips forward, rubbing against his exposed length, earning a curse from her husband. She did it again wanting to feel the hardness of him against her sensitive bud, Jacaerys was not having it, however. He pulled away abruptly making her whine loudly nearly bringing her to tears, she ached for him more than ever and yet he was denying her again. She could not protest when she felt his full lips trailing kisses in her inner thighs.
“Husband, please, pleaseeee!” She begged bucking her hips up but Jacaerys pinned her down, firmly pressing her down by the back of her knees fully baring every crevice of her virgin cunt to him.
“OHHHH FUCKK!” She cared not if she was heard. The feeling of his warm tongue licking a stripe over her lower lips had her dizzy with pleasure, she felt as if pressure was building up in stomach and it would break at any moment. Her husband devoured her completely, fucking her with his tongue while sucking onto her sensitive bud, and she could do nothing but take it. She tried moving her hips, but his strong hands overpowered her tenfold and the thought had her cunt fluttering around his tongue and the pressure in her stomach was about to break. He moved his head side to side pleasuring her further, her moans reverberating off the walls of her room, she cared not for the Kingsguard outside her door, or the possibility of any of their family hearing her. Her husband now focused on her bud entirely and the pressure she felt finally snapped and she screamed loudly.
“JACAERYSSSS! OHH GODSSS.” Pleasure rippled through her in waves, and she felt her cunt push out liquid for a full minute all the while her sweet prince let out a string of curses as he rubbed her bud while she succumbed to pleasure. When the feeling became too much, she was reduced to whimpering and slight tears, none the wiser to the dragon like grin her husband wore. She had no idea that such pleasure was possible if she had known she would’ve jumped him years ago. She opened her eyes when she felt the bed dipped slightly, her husband coming to eye level with her, his shadow of a beard glistening with her juices and she felt her core clench with anticipation.
“My sweet wife, do you wish to continue?” She could nothing but nod, unable to find words to speak.
“I need words ābrazȳrys.[1]” She whined in frustration.
“Will you make me wait any longer?” She could not miss the opportunity to taunt him with her response. The sneer she received made her buck her hips, poorly, as he folded her legs, bringing her knees to her shoulders, keeping her bared for him.
“There will be pain at first.” He warned her but it was something she already knew, but Jace was always thinking of her well-being, something his brothers teased him endlessly about.
“It does not matter husband, nyke jaelagon ao gūrogon issa se mazverdagon issa aōhon. [2]”
“Ao jāhor tire hen issa ābrazȳrys, nyke gaomagon daor intend va letting ao henujagon bisa bed syt nykeā week. Nyke jaelagon ao lēdan rūsīr issa riñnykeā ondoso se mōris hen ziry.[3]” She brought his lips to hers, kissing him with wild abandon, teeth and tongues clashing, it was enough to distract her as her husband glided in her. Her maidenhead had broken years ago when she mounted her dragon for the first time, but the sting she felt as he entered her still made her wince, making him pause. He planted kisses all over her face to soothe her, she smiled and he returned it and in a bold move she moved her hips and soon he bottomed out sinking his entire length into her warm heat. Her husband groaned loudly and gave her a moment to become used to the feeling. She felt so full, his cock was thick, and the length was equally impressive and she wanted more.
“Move valzȳrys. Leghagon issa rūsīr aōha nūmo. [4]” He started slow, his hips moving in a steady rhythm and she could not control the sounds he drew from her. She the pleasure building up from the depths of her soul. This was what it was like, what she had missed out on, gods how were they to stop.
“Helaena. My sweet wife, youre taking me so well.” In and out he went. Drawing his cock out all the way to the tip just piston slowly into her tight heat, losing himself in her but, she could tell he was holding back. With slow and precise thrust that made her toes curl, but Helaena loved to indulge and she wanted more.
“More, Jacaerys, please.” She said as she moved with him. He growled before grabbing her hands and placing them on the back of her knees, practically folding her in half as he held her in place. His pace quickened bit by bit going from slow and steady to fucking into her with swift thrusts, hitting that spongy spot inside of her over and over again, making her see stars. She tried moving her hands, not knowing what she wanted exactly, she dumb on pleasure, screaming her husbands name as he abused her cunt. Not knowing where she began and he ended, Jacaerys ws whispering utter filth in her ear, promising to fill her with his seed, to breed her as he should have done years ago. It shouldn’t have ignited the fire within her but it did, the thought of carrying his child was enough to bring her end again.
“OHH! JACAERYSSSS!”
“It’s okay. Cum for me, that’s it just cum all over my cock.” Her eyes rolled back into her skull and as she reached her peak again, she wanted to embrace him as her chest heaved when she came down her high, whimpering as he did not stop his assault but he kept her immobilized trying to reach his end.
“Give me one more my sweet. Just one more.” She whimpered, the sensation bordering on painful, but she enjoyed it as she felt that same band of pleasure wound its way within her again. This time her husband removed his hands, letting hers free as he embraced her, clinging to her as his balls, heavy and hot they were slapped against her as his cock piston within her abusing that fleshy spot within her cunt again. She clinged to him as she came again, juices expelling from her cunt again, as he body shook with intensity she had never felt before, she went limp while her husband panted in her ear moving faster, finally planting his seed within her womb.
“Fuckkkkkk!” She moaned as the warmth of his cum flooded her, filling her to the brim, until his cock soften inside her.
They pant in exhaustion, her eyes closed she was still disoriented, and the prince pushed her hair out of her ace admiring her blissed out face.
“You did so well my love.” He said planting a sweet kiss upon her lips. Helaena was too tired to return the gesture, but she smiled as she felt sleep starting to consume her. Jacaerys smiled at her, his sweet wife he thought. He hoped he didn’t hurt her, he could not bare it if he did, but when he tried to move out of her embrace she whimpered and clinged to him further. He chuckled and a neediness, and instead of pulling out of her, he turned them over. He laid on his back with Helaena on top of him, his cock and his cum buried inside her, only smiling as she nuzzled into him before he succumbed to sleep.
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1) Wife.
2) I want you, I want you to make me yours
3)You will tire of me wife, I do not intend on letting you leave this bed for a week. I want you filled with my child by the end of it.
4) Husband. Fill me with your seed.
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